...
"Sun Gaoda." Xu Qian, his eyes red, jumped off the bed and called to his roommate, who was all brawn and no brains.
Team Leader Luo's words sounded simple, but upon closer inspection, they held a deeper meaning. Especially his talk of some arduous mission and his supposed experience being more extensive than theirs—Xu Qian was bursting with curiosity and couldn't resist discussing it with Sun Gaoda.
"Old Sun. Sun, Gao, Da!"
There was no movement.
"Fell asleep so quickly?!" Xu Qian, still angry, ran to Sun Gaoda's bedside and suddenly heard him mutter something.
Oh, it seems he was thinking in his dream...
Xu Qian bent down, intending to listen to what he was saying.
After a while, the child mumbled in their sleep, "Fairy sister..."
Xu Qian: "………………"
***
The fairy sister is busy steaming buns.
As the selection process progressed, more and more people were eliminated, and the remaining players became more harmonious. On Wen Zheng's side, having witnessed the opponent's strength, the men were completely convinced, and a sycophantic attitude quickly swept through the entire team like a virus.
Life got better, and Bei Sining started eating breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sleeping with Wen Zheng. Sometimes, when Wen Zheng's own training came to an end and there were no elective training classes, he would borrow ingredients from the kitchen to make meatballs or something similar as a treat for the picky cat.
Bei Sining was still waiting for the results of the discussion among the base leaders. With nothing to do all day, she would either flip through Wen Zheng's books or work in the kitchen making steamed buns. Later, after learning that there was a handsome young man at the window whose gender didn't matter, people from all walks of life at the base came to visit and take photos. Bei Sining was so annoyed that she retired to the kitchen to steam buns.
The great demon king had eaten steamed buns before, but he had never seen them made. Upon witnessing the process for the first time, he was immediately captivated by the steaming motion of the buns puffing up, finding great enjoyment in the process.
When I got home that night, I wanted to show off to Wen Zheng: "Can you steam buns?"
When Wen Zheng said he couldn't, he became particularly smug: "I can."
“…That’s fantastic.” Wen Zheng praised without any emotion.
Humans are truly fascinating. As Bei Sining had this thought countless times, he suddenly realized that this feeling was very similar to when he had just descended the mountain.
Everything was new and exciting to him, and he wanted to learn everything. He admired all the teachers who came to visit. He was amazed that the guqin could produce such beautiful music with the nimble fingers of a human.
Unfortunately, driven by such joy, he lost his vigilance and suffered a crushing defeat.
As he poured the steamed buns out of the steamer, he thought to himself that demons would never fall on the same stone twice. Although he had decided to stay with this human and build a good relationship, he certainly wouldn't lose his reason and sense of proportion so easily this time.
He's brave! He's not incapable of learning from his mistakes!
Humans are just good at cooking, sometimes they like him too much, and they become a little too dependent on him... These sugar-coated bullets can no longer erode his rationality!
"Ningning!" The aunt took the plate of steamed buns and called out to him, "I was just about to call you, but an officer is looking for you!"
“Ah,” Bei Sining paused for a moment, “Okay, I’ll go take a look.”
***
Zhang Jincheng smiled and gestured for Bei Sining to sit down.
"I'm sorry, we don't have any good tea in the office. I didn't know what you like, so I didn't brew any. I apologize for not being a good host."
"It's nothing," Bei Sining said. "Did you need something from me? Or have you finally come to an agreement?"
Zhang Jincheng smiled and said, "Yes, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Our discussion involves many people, and we've been holding meetings non-stop because it concerns the survival of the world..."
He abruptly changed the subject, not going into detail about that, but instead asking another question: "Supernatural forces are something we can't easily regulate, and even in special times, we want to be responsible to ordinary people. But we maintain a friendly attitude and are very glad that you're on humanity's side. I remember you said it was for Wen Zheng?"
Bei Sining found this high-ranking leader to be really long-winded, talking for ages without her understanding what he was saying, and her brows furrowed more and more: "...Don't you already know?"
"May I ask why you did this for him? In human relationships, the classification of intimate relationships is very important. I want to know, to you, is Wen Zheng a friend? An acquaintance? Or...?"
“We are lovers,” Bei Sining said firmly. “We are going to get married.”
Although the word was a bit awkward, Zhang Jincheng quickly understood it, his face showing a mixture of surprise, relief, and relief.
He opened the drawer and pulled out an envelope.
“First, I must admit my mistake,” he said gently. “Opening private letters is strictly prohibited. The convention recognizes it as a violation of human rights and privacy, an extremely egregious act. But the impact you caused was too great, and after intense discussion at the higher levels, a Level 1 social relations investigation order was issued. This included opening this letter.”
Bei Sining looked unhappy, but didn't say anything and took the opened envelope from Zhang Jincheng.
“I wrote a self-criticism for this, had my bonus deducted for a year, and suffered quite a loss… haha,” Zhang Jincheng’s glasses flashed: “This letter is for you, and I’m handing it to you now.”
"Written for me?" Bei Sining asked blankly, about to open the envelope, when Zhang Jincheng added, "This is a suicide note."
Bei Sining paused.
“Every soldier in the special forces has to write a letter like this before they leave. Wen Zheng wrote two. The other one is for a friend named Deng Puyue, and this one is for you.”
"When was it written?" Bei Sining asked, her head bowed.
"A month ago."
He remembered, it was during the anchor conference.
Bei Sining felt a numbness in her tailbone and suddenly felt that the letter weighed a ton.
Only when he could no longer delay did he slowly open the letter and pull it out.
Chapter 85
Bei Sining lived a long time.
The demon race is blessed with natural advantages; unlike humans who are always worried about their impending death, they are born to live a very long time. The Fate-Bearing Cat is especially so; if it weren't for its elders being killed in the fighting, it would still be happily licking its fur and eating meat.
Therefore, they rarely think about what will happen after I die.
Bei Sining had considered this before detonating her demon core.
At that time, he was filled with rage, his eyes blinded by hatred, and he only wanted revenge at all costs—his own life was no longer important.
Cats are natural hedonists; they will easily discard anything that causes them pain, including life itself.
Bei Sining was quite surprised by his good fortune in waking up again, but he wasn't particularly happy. He didn't want to wake up, didn't want to face those ugly faces again, and even food couldn't arouse his appetite...
At that time, his condition was practically the same as being dead.
If Wen Zheng hadn't piqued his interest, he wouldn't have chosen to live.
Now, he no longer finds living difficult, and can naturally be happy and carefree... But in general, "life and death" are not a big deal. On the contrary, this letter has instilled fear in him.
Because he knew how significant "life and death" were in the eyes of humans.
Wen Zheng had even written a suicide note.
Bei Sining didn't open it for a long time. After a while, she finally seemed to realize what was happening and stuffed the letter into her bosom.
"This is mine now. Is there anything else?"
Zhang Jincheng was not surprised that he did not look at it immediately. He smiled and said, "After our discussion, we have decided that we hope to establish a friendly cooperative relationship with you and your forces... Therefore, we will send you the information related to subspace in the near future."
"Hmm, and then?" Bei Sining felt she had said enough and stood up.
Zhang Jincheng said, "Then, when the next subspace opens, we hope you can accompany us to the Arctic to conduct on-site investigations and confirm whether your supernatural powers have the ability to interfere with space."
Talkative and rambling.
Bei Sining hated this kind of conversation where a single sentence could solve the problem, but they insisted on making it up in a hundred sentences. She simply greeted them and left.
He didn't go to the cafeteria to help steam buns anymore; instead, he returned to Wen Zheng's dormitory with a letter in his hand and a bellyful of worries.
Wen Zheng should be eating by now. His training is actually very tough. Except when he is an instructor for the selected trainees, he is usually so tired that he falls asleep as soon as he gets back.
Bei Sining had never watched his training session and always felt awkward about it.
He didn't want to watch it anymore today.
He wants to read the letter.
Bei Sining set up a barrier at the doorway. He would know immediately if anyone approached, then take out the letter, unfold it, and close it again.
After thinking it over, I still felt it wasn't safe, so I transformed into a big black cat, grabbed the letter, and crawled under the dark bed.
It's safe now.
With a cleaning system in place, there wasn't much dust under the bed. The black cat swept its tail back and forth, finally focusing its attention on the letter.
Upon seeing the first sentence, his tail bristled – "[We've known each other for over a month now, you're such an adorable cat!]"
...
What is a "cat spirit"?
What a ridiculous term to call a cat spirit!
A demon is a demon, and a spirit is a spirit; how can they be confused? He is the noble God of Fate Cat!
Bei Sining was furious, but her eyes kept fixed on the word "cute".
...See, I told you he'd liked me for a long time, and he even called me cute.
I forgiven her.
As the black cat continued reading, he saw Wen Zheng using words like "likable," "purely adorable," and "heart-fluttering" to describe him. Bei Sining felt both happy and awkward, thinking that Wen Zheng rarely said nice things to him to his face.
...He composed himself, stopped dwelling on the question, and continued reading...
Meeting you in this life is the greatest stroke of luck in my otherwise dull existence.
The black cat's tail stopped moving.
He remained motionless, not even realizing the barrier had been activated. His ears twitched when he heard a sound at the doorway, signaling that Wen Zheng had returned.
The cat curled its paws, took a few steps, and tucked the letter under its belly.
Pretend you're not home.
Wen Zheng wouldn't look under the bed if he had nothing to do, so the black cat could only see his footsteps moving around the room. First, he poured himself a glass of water, stopped at his desk, and drank it all in one gulp. Then, a drop of water splashed onto the floor; it was either leaking from the glass or his sweat.
Is it that hot? Or is the training very strenuous? If it was because your hand was shaking and you didn't pour the water accurately, then... is your hand that tired?
Wen Zheng's breathing was heavier than usual, and Bei Sining could almost recall what he looked like at that moment.
He had taken off his jacket, revealing a simple black training vest made of a special material underneath. The chain his parents had left him, to keep it from swinging around, he always kept tucked inside his clothes, not knowing if it hurt his skin.
Wen Zheng is used to taking off his clothes at home, but Bei Sining has protested several times, and he has learned to sleep with his shirt on.