noffsinger Chapter 103 Then Teach Me
Chapter 103 Then Teach Me
Host Kane announced the finalists for the fourth round: Emilia (medium), Liu Zhen (Taoist priest), Olamkis (dream seer), Michelle (astrologer), and Angry (witch).
Four observers were eliminated because the psychics they chose did not advance.
Observer finalists:
Blue Team: Jiang Lin, Ji Xingyi, Liu Yangyang.
Black Team: Ming Lailai, Meng Shiyu.
Green Team: Wen Shang, Wang Baitao.
Orange Team: Mi Lan.
Red Team: Lu Fei, Yao Jun.
[System notification: Welcome back to the special hotel for "The War of Psychics" - 10 observers.]
The final match of "The Battle of Spirits" will take place in 12 hours. Before then, leaving the hotel is prohibited.
[Friendly reminder: The hotel is absolutely safe; please feel free to check in.]
Upon hearing the result, Mi Lan cheered and screamed. After the door unlocked, she immediately rushed out of the room and mustered her courage to knock on Wen Shang's door.
Mi Lan's heart pounded wildly. He could actually see what was happening while his body was being violated. The thought of Wen Shang severing his hand in front of him made Mi Lan unable to hold back her tears.
So when Wen Shang opened the door, he saw a boy with tears streaming down his face.
Mi Lan hurriedly wiped her face: "Brother Wenshang, are you alright?"
Wen Shang said coldly, "Do you think I'll be alright?"
Mi Lan looked down at her hastily bandaged severed hand and couldn't help but cry again.
"Come in, don't embarrass yourself!" Wen Shang sighed inwardly, but still relentlessly retorted verbally.
Mi Lan immediately and obediently closed the door. Seeing the medicine on the bed, she asked with concern, "How about I re-bandage you?"
Wen Shang raised his hand and looked at the hastily applied bandage. He wanted to say no, but when he met those red eyes, he couldn't help but nod and say, "Okay."
After Wen Shang sat on the bed, Mi Lan knelt between the man's legs, carefully holding Wen Shang's severed hand. Looking at the bandages soaked in blood, Mi Lan felt as if a hole had been torn in her heart. Her lips trembled violently: "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It didn't hurt when I was chopping, but it hurt a little when I came to my senses." Wen Shang had intended to tease the boy, but when he saw the small beads hitting his leg one by one, he quickly explained, "I spent my points to buy healing medicine before entering the dungeon, and it doesn't hurt now."
Wen Shang always goes it alone and has no reliable teammates, so before each dungeon run, he spends most of his points on medicine and items. The painkillers and hemostatics he just took cost 10 survival points, an expense that most players cannot afford.
However, the medicines provided by the system store were far more effective than those in the real world, directly blocking his sense of pain. But the wound couldn't heal, so he just used the hotel's gauze to bandage it hastily.
Despite Wen Shang's words, Mi Lan couldn't help but cry, afraid of being scolded by the man again. So she kept her head down and carefully re-bandaged Wen Shang's severed hand.
After everything was finished, Mi Lan looked up and realized that Wen Shang's gaze had been fixed on her the whole time.
Mi Lan hurriedly stood up, but after kneeling for too long, her legs were weak and sore, and she accidentally fell onto the man.
"Hmm," Wen Shang groaned.
Startled, Mi Lan quickly straightened up, afraid of pressing on the man's severed hand. But the man grabbed her, pulled her onto his lap, and held her tightly in his arms.
"I'm sorry." Mi Lan vaguely felt that the posture was a bit strange, but when he saw the severed hand in front of him, his emotions surged again. Afraid of hurting Wen Shang, he dared not move.
"You're such a crybaby." Wen Shang looked at the cowlick on the boy's head and finally followed his heart, ruffling it.
Mi Lan's neck turned red with nervousness. She racked her brains for a while to change the subject, and finally asked dryly, "Brother Wenshang, have you found a new job after you resigned?"
"?" Wen Shang looked down at the boy in his arms and sneered, "Hmph? Is that what Mi Yue told you?"
"Huh?" Mi Lan looked confused. "Isn't that how it is?"
Wen Shang released the boy from his embrace: "I didn't resign, I was fired because someone maliciously reported me for being gay."
Whether he was gay or not was irrelevant; the board of directors just wanted to oust him, a company veteran, and used this as an excuse. Wen Shang also happened to be quitting anyway, so he took the compensation and left cleanly.
Mi Lan's mind went blank. Gay? Wen Shang is gay? Homosexual?
Seeing the boy's blank expression, Wen Shang's face gradually darkened, and he regained his gloomy demeanor, exuding a menacing aura: "So, are you still going to sit on my lap?"
Mi Lan was startled by the man's sudden deep voice and stood up.
The fact that Wen Shang was gay was like a cannonball hitting Mi Lan's hamster-like brain. The next second, when she met Wen Shang's unfamiliar and distant gaze, Mi Lan felt as if she had been doused with ice water, chilled to the bone.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant! I, I don't hate you!" Mi Lan didn't want Wen Shang to look at her with such a distant gaze. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, and she felt uncomfortable and helpless.
Looking at the boy's appearance, Wen Shang sneered and said self-deprecatingly, "Fine, you can go."
"That's not how it is." Mi Lan frantically fiddled with her hands, her little brain working frantically. Finally, she gritted her teeth, took small steps, and sat back on the man's lap under Wen Shang's questioning gaze.
Mi Lan blushed and reached out to hug the man's neck, whispering, "I don't hate Brother Wenshang. Whether you're gay or not, I don't hate you."
Wen Shang's fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Do you know what this means? Get up quickly."
Mi Lan didn't really understand either, but he just didn't want to see Wen Shang's eyes look like he was going to abandon him.
Mi Lan didn't want to be left behind by the man, so she pouted and, unusually, the timid hamster threw a tantrum: "I don't care."
“I’m gay, I’m a man, I like men, and you’re a man too.” Wen Shang’s voice was even hoarse: “Do you know that it’s very dangerous for you to be holding me right now?”
“Brother Wenshang won’t hurt me,” Mi Lan replied, her eyes bright.
Upon hearing this answer, Wen Shang sighed helplessly: "What an ignorant brat."
Mi Lan sensed that Wen Shang was about to throw her away, so she immediately changed her position, hugged the man tightly, swallowed, and mustered up her courage to say to him, "I don't understand, so... then you teach me."
Wen Shang's fingertips trembled slightly, and the boy's shy voice brushed against his heart like a feather.
"I...I learn very quickly, I can understand it," the boy added, afraid of being rejected.
“Okay, I’ll teach you.” Wen Shang’s eyes were deep as he reached out, grabbed the boy’s nape, and kissed him.