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ntranslator: baumkuchen editors: serefina, glitterypanda

n061 didn’t speak.

nChi Xiaochi cracked open an eye. “Liu-laoshi?”

n061 let out an “en?” before continuing, “Wait a moment, I’m looking up the map for you. ……It’s almost mealtime. Compiling the results of the internal evaluation, I noticed that the junior division dining hall’s fried pork chops are delicious and are the fastest to sell out. Let’s go buy some.”

nChi Xiaochi flipped out of bed. “……This won’t affect your performance, will it?”

n“My performance is you. The only thing I need to be responsible for is also you.”

n061 laughed lightly. Because the person speaking was inside his body, Chi Xiaochi could practically feel a rush of warm air brush past his ear, like someone was whispering into it.

nClearly this system’s tone was incredibly proper, but for no apparent reason it had a tinge of sexiness.

n“……I’m your teacher, you’re my master. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

nChi Xiaochi kneaded his ears. “Tch. Liu-laoshi is very practiced in this business, huh.”

nAfter having known each other for a long time, 061’s ability to roleplay could be said to be growing with each passing day. “This is my first time taking on this kind of work.”

nChi Xiaochi raised his eyebrows licentiously. With quite the air of a regular customer of the red light district, he said, “Yo, fresh meat. How much for a night, hmm?”

n061 laughed, “How about some fried pork chops?”

nChi Xiaochi went to the dining hall early and bought a set of fried pork chops fresh out of the fryer.

nThese pork chops had been fried until they were golden yellow and crispy. Upon biting into the thin, crisp shell, a rush of delicious, salty meat juices would explode in the mouth, enticing enough to make anyone drool. Ripping off piece by piece to eat, it would especially stoke the appetite.

nHowever, as Chi Xiaochi ate and ate, he felt like this play wasn’t quite right.

n……He was the patron of the brothel, so why was he enjoying the prostitute’s service fees.

nIt made it seem more like the one being prostituted was him.

nAs Chi Xiaochi gnawed on his pork chops, he made a complaint, saying, “Liu-laoshi, you’ve been corrupted.”

n061 acted as if he was undergoing serious reflection. “En.”

n“As a teacher, you can’t trick students like this.”

n061 looked at this little brothel patron who’d gained an advantage but still wanted to act obedient and couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his face. He placed an unfolded wet towel by Chi Xiaochi’s right hand. “En.”

nChi Xiaochi stayed in the junior division.

nAnd just like in Dong Ge’s original life, He Changsheng and Lou Sifan entered the adult division one after the other, less than two months after he joined the team.

nAnd on his first day on the team, he put the mid-grade card to use.

nName: Compression Card (Mid-grade, 12 times acceleration)

nDuration: Unlimited

nQuantity: 1

nQuality: Excellent

nType: One-time use

nPoints required: 35 regret points

nDescription: I put time into a can like how I would can yellow peaches, lychees and hawthorns.

nAfter time had been compressed, it felt no different from the usual, and the accelerated flow of time could only be told though 061’s occasional reminders from behind the scenes.

nThree months after entering the provincial team, right after Dong Ge’s 12th birthday, an invitation for the Junior Grand Prix in Belarus was sent to Dong Ge.

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nThis was one of the rewards for winning first place in the competition. The first-place winner could skip the selection competitions, directly qualifying.

nIt could be said that as soon as Dong Ge entered the team, he could already be considered the man of the moment.

nWhat did his young age matter? In figure skating, in gymnastics, in those kinds of sporting events that made the most of one’s youthfulness, the younger one was, the more infinite their possibilities.

nFurthermore, there were also rumours from the sports school, saying that behind Dong Ge was Lou Sifan-ge’s support.

nThe matter of Lou Sifan helping Dong Ge out already wasn’t a secret in the sports school. Adding on Dong Ge’s glorious achievement of single-handedly wiping out four people, as well as the special attention and protection the coach was giving Dong Ge, all those people who had originally been wiping their fists, planning on showing their seniority by “having a little meeting” with Dong Ge to teach him how to behave wilted.

nAs for how Lou Sifan in the adult division felt upon hearing about this, Chi Xiaochi didn’t care.

nIn Chi Xiaochi’s words, when slotting your card into the ATM, could it be you would even ask how the ATM felt?

nThanks to the ATM’s lucky influence, Dong Ge quickly assimilated into the junior division.

nSince Dong Ge himself was proud by nature, Chi Xiaochi also wouldn’t try to actively climb up the social ladder, only picking a few people with good morals and good skill level to associate with, occasionally going out for dinner with them. His greatest pleasure was training, and talking with the new dining hall aunties in Suzhou dialect.

nSince he was going to stay, he was going to take it slow, accompanying Dong Ge as he treated his illness.

nAfter the exciting selection competition, Dong Ge’s trip to Belarus officially began.

nDong Feihong had a passport and he had experience studying and working abroad, so of course he accompanied him to Belarus as his guardian.

nWhen they got off the plane, small carry-on bags filled Dong Feihong’s hands.

nWhen the plane landed, it was drizzling in Belarus. After being trodden on by the numerous people before them, the jet bridge had already become muddy and wet.

nThis jet bridge was very long, and was slightly steep. There were a few children squeezing their way through the crowd, howling wildly, the airport security completely unable to stop them.

nDong Feihong turned his head. “Xiao Ge, be careful of the step.

nDong Ge, “En.”

nJust as his words left his mouth, a bear child squeezed past him from behind. Dong Ge almost slipped.

nHearing the movement behind him, the tall man stopped in his tracks.

nDong Ge said, “Uncle, I’m alright.”

nDong Feihong lifted the things in his hands higher, then bent his knee. “Get on.”

nDong Ge stilled.

nDong Feihong repeated his words. This time, there wasn’t much room for negotiation in his tone. “Get on. Uncle doesn’t have his hands free to hold you. If you fall and hurt yourself, how will you participate in the competition?”

nDong Ge obediently got on, circling his arms around Dong Feihong’s neck and wrapping his legs around Dong Feihong’s waist.

nDong Feihong asked, “Ready?”

nDong Ge, “Ready.”

nOnly then did he continue walking onwards, at ease.

nThe bear child from just now ran by again, deng deng deng, to Dong Feihong’s side, sticking out his tongue and making faces at the Dong Ge on his back.

nDong Feihong lowered his head, “Kid, don’t play around. Do it again and I’ll throw you off.”

nThe bear child hadn’t expected that this kind-looking uncle was a violent maniac. He was scared off.

nOnly after they safely stepped off the jet bridge did Dong Feihong’s tone finally turn gentle again. “Alright, little prince. Walk on your own now.”

nDong Ge climbed down from his back and went with him to pick up their checked-in luggage.

nA youth and a young man walked side by side, looking just like a pair of father and son.

nAs soon as they got their luggage, Madam Dong called, asking Dong Feihong if they’d landed yet and repeatedly urging Dong Ge to remember to not catch a cold, and to pull up his quilt at night.

nEver since Dong Ge had won first place in his competition, Madam Dong was finally willing to properly face her son’s career. She had Dong Feihong get her many videos on figure skating, and when she had free time, she would flip through and watch them.

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nDong Ge listened obediently, nodding non-stop.

nWhen she was done, he asked, “Mom, if I don’t get first place, what then?”

nOn the other end of the phone call, Madam Dong fell silent for a while. “If you win first place, Mom and Dad will be the happiest; if you win second or third place, Mom and Dad will also be happy; if you don’t get any place, come back home and Mom will make you your favourite simmered Crucian carp.”

nWhen he put down his phone, Dong Ge had a sincere smile on his face.

nHe actually had been born with a pair of natural peach blossom eyes, the inner corners of his eyes very sharp. When he wasn’t smiling, it wasn’t visible, but once he smiled, the corners of his eyes and his mouth would curve upwards together in an extremely infectious smile.

nDong Feihong smiled along with him.

nChi Xiaochi thought that if those many years of heavy shackles named “parental expectations” weighing Dong Ge down were to be removed, Dong Ge would probably have smiled like this.

nSure enough, when it was once again thrown into training, this body had inexplicably become much lighter.

nThe youth had been refined and tempered through nearly ten years of international competitions. This competition which was merely at the junior division level was naturally a cinch.

nJust like this, he skated straight into the finals.

nThe day the preliminaries ended, he’d snuck out to have some borscht, but was caught by the Belarusian media.

nThe Belarusian media also thought highly of this youth from China.

nFirstly, he was one of the youngest children in the junior division, but his skill level was quite outstanding; secondly, by international aesthetic standards, Dong Ge was also a budding beauty with gorgeous features.

nWhen he was caught by the media, Dong Ge was wearing all-white casual clothes. On his head was a black headband, pulling back all the baby hairs covering his forehead to reveal a clean, full forehead. He looked up from his piping hot bowl of soup and garlic bread and smiled at the camera, not hiding or dodging.

nLater on, this picture of Dong Ge appeared on the covers of the local magazines, the media praising him as “a youth that made people think of hope”.

nAnd the photos of his finals programs were hung up in the provincial team’s trophy room.

nThe day of the finals, Dong Ge’s chosen accompaniment was “My Heart Will Go On”.

nHe’d dyed his hair a pale gold, his cultivated snow-white skin seeming even clearer against the gold. An elegant, floaty white blouse was tucked into a pair of flax-coloured suspender pants, delineating the contours of an extremely slender, pretty waist.

nAs the first notes of the saxophone began to play, his gaze began to gradually change along with it.

n——In his last life, that long period of love allowed him to understand what love was.

nEven though it turned out to be nothing more than an utterly ridiculous joke, that love hadn’t been false.

nIt once drove Dong Ge insane, but now, it settled in the depths of his eyes, pooling into a quiet shadow.

nIn order to fit with the music, his every move was made with the utmost ease and gentleness.

nDong Feihong sat in the stands, watching the youth in the rink. For a while, he felt gratified, but after another while, he couldn’t help but think about the person in his body.

nThe youth in the rink did an camel spin, raising his leg, grabbing the blade, and pulling it close to his head. His gaze was aimed upwards, as if he was in deep thought, as if he was looking up to someone hopefully.

nHis gaze, flooded with water, was spirited and clear.

nDong Feihong thought that this was probably the result of Chi Xiaochi’s efforts in taking him out to experience the light and nature over these few months.

nAfter a perfect straight line step sequence, he prepared to jump.

nFar away in Binshi, Lou Sifan couldn’t help but lean his body forward towards the screen, guessing, he was going to jump another 3A? Would he succeed?

nThis was his first time participating in an international competition, he had to be a little nervous, right?

nLike the first time he himself participated in one……

nBefore he could finish that line of thought, on the screen, Dong Ge moved.

nIn the next second, the audience’s cheers rang out:

n……3lz! A three-revolution Lutz! It could be said to have an absolutely perfect GOE!

nAnd, as they saw Dong Ge’s next move, the cheers paused for a second before setting off an even bigger wave in the stands!

nEven the Belarusian interpreter couldn’t help but speak faster, “A 3lz followed by a 3T, absolutely remarkable! Let’s see if the judges will decide if this jump combination is ratified.”

n……He didn’t need to hear the judges’ decision, the moment he landed steadily on the ice, Dong Ge knew in his heart how it had gone.

nHe’d failed almost as many times as he had succeeded. Whether he had succeeded or not, he himself knew best.

nAs he performed his final movement, as he spun in place, he reached forwards his hand.

nThere wasn’t a single person in the audience who didn’t think of the hand the suit-clad young man reached out to his princess, his lover in 《The Titanic》.

nHe grasped air. Then, he drew his closed fist to his chest, closing his eyes in deep thought.

nThe program ended. The applause was thunderous, with an unceasing rain of stuffed toys and roses falling from the stands.

nThis was allowed in skating competitions. It represented praise and recognition.

nAnd Dong Ge, gasping slightly, opened his mouth, pulling off his glove with his teeth and throwing it to Dong Feihong sitting in the second row.

nDong Feihong’s thoughts stirred, and he reached out his hands and caught it.

nThe glove looked thin and light, but it was actually very good at retaining heat. The part that had been flipped inside out still had Dong Ge’s warmth.

nDong Feihong was stunned. He looked at the person in the centre of the rink, but in his eyes, he saw Chi Xiaochi’s radiance.

n061, Dong Feihong, “……”

nA little happy, but a little conflicted, he tightened his grasp on the glove. In his heart, he couldn’t help but wonder, this glove, did he mean to give it to Dong Feihong?

nBut, thinking about it, could he have kept himself from taking care of Chi Xiaochi?

nAfter a long time, the throwing and catching of his glove became “Dong Ge” and Dong Feihong’s tradition after the end of every finals competition.

nEven the media knew that the figure skating genius Dong Ge had an uncle he was very close to, so Dong Feihong would always have a seat close to the front in the stands.

nHowever, the day Dong Ge turned 15, or also the day of his very first finals in the adult division, Dong Feihong was unable to make it to his performance due to his plane being late.

nThat seat was empty. But Dong Ge’s performance was outstanding as usual.

nHe was already no longer that person who would let small matters affect his condition.

nThis time, the song he chose was the slightly sexual, languid《crush》. The shirt on the upper half of his body was tinged with a bit of blue, and his lower half was simply clad in plain black pants, but his shirt, slightly open with the top two buttons left unbuttoned, and the tattoo chain stretching from his collarbone to his neck made his entire person seem a lot more alluring and mature.

nWith his body’s maturation, many high-difficulty moves became much easier for him to accomplish.

nAnd with Dong Ge’s current experience, he might have already surpassed any skater still currently active.

nBoth sides of him layered over one another, settling into a calmness rarely seen in youths.

nAfter he was finished with the post-competition interview and press conference, Chi Xiaochi said his goodbyes to his coach and then, relying on a pair of sunglasses and a thin scarf, successfully broke out of the encirclement, slipping out of the ring of media personnel surrounding the area.

nThis was one of Dong Ge’s habits. After competitions, he would slip out to have a meal on his own.

nChi Xiaochi naturally maintained this habit.

nHe casually walked into a cafe with a strong retro vibe and ordered a cup of coffee and a butter tart. He sat down by the window and watched the crowds of people come and go.

nBy the naked eye alone, he couldn’t at all tell that this world’s time was going by at 12 times the speed.

n……Dong Ge had come straight over to participate in the competition right after finishing up his formal transfer to the adult division. His luggage was still in the junior division dorms. He would probably have to move once he got back.

nWhen he returned this time, he would also have to directly face Lou Sifan.

nOver these few years, Lou Sifan, this ATM, had been cautious and conscientious, working his heart out and providing Chi Xiaochi 15 low-grade compression cards, 8 mid-grade compression cards and 2 top-grade compression cards. It was to the point that even 061 couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

n……So he chose to watch something else, such as videos of Dong Ge’s competitions.

nChi Xiaochi was a little bored on his own. He idly took out his phone, opened up WeChat’s voice calling function, and connected to Dong Feihong. “Uncle, where are you?”

nDong Feihong’s voice was just as warm as pleasant as it had always been, “I’m on the road, I’ll be there immediately.”

nChi Xiaochi used a delicate fork to carve out a piece of the butter tart, then brought it to his mouth. “You can even use your phone while driving, huh. Have you seen the competition yet?”

nDong Feihong said, “Not yet.”

nChi Xiaochi said, “I lost. I lost really badly.”

nDong Feihong laughed, “Then you’re still laughing so happily?”

nChi Xiaochi said sadly, “Uncle, you don’t know, but I was just crying.”

n“……Really.”

nThe second after he said this, someone knocked on the window next to Chi Xiaochi.

nChi Xiaochi turned.

nThe rays of the Canadian afternoon sun shone down on the shoulders of the person outside the window, making his smiling face even more moving in contrast.

nAnd from the cell phone still stuck to Chi Xiaochi’s ear, came Dong Feihong’s deep, gentle voice, “Like I said, I’m on the road, I’ll be there immediately.”

nThe author has something to say:

nFar away from the scum, happily gaying it up.

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nsere: ^^ what author said

npanda: it’s so nice to see the real Dong Ge loosening up in this life

nSongs:

nMy Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

ncrush by I.O.I

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