Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 27

【Strategy Value +2】

The smoke rising from the grill blurred Gu Sheng’s face. Qianzhou waved his hand to disperse the haze.

Lowering his eyes, he took the glass of fruit wine Gu Sheng handed him, ice cubes floating inside the pink liquid.

The wind lifted strands of Qianzhou’s hair. He leaned a little closer to the tent and looked again at Gu Sheng.

The strategy value had already passed 60.

Should he… just do as 052 suggested and follow the normal strategy route?

By now, he must have accumulated a ton of points in the 6S world…

He could finally exchange them for something he had wanted for so many years…

He’d worked hard for so long, but his balance was still nowhere near enough—even for a fraction. He couldn’t let someone else snatch it away.

Unconsciously, Gu Sheng kept feeding him skewer after skewer, and Qianzhou ended up eating most of the dishes in the box.

Tonight, Gu Sheng didn’t stop him from drinking. One glass of pink fruit wine after another went down.

With flushed cheeks, Qianzhou leaned against Gu Sheng’s side, lifting his finger to count the stars in the sky.

The grill had already gone out. Gu Sheng took a jacket from the trunk, draped it over Qianzhou, and turned on the tent light.

He caught Qianzhou’s hand just as he was reaching for the wine bottle. “It’s empty. You drank it all.”

“Did I drink that much?” Qianzhou’s eyes were half-shut. He thought he wasn’t drunk yet.

His lashes were long, his blush stark against his cheeks. He didn’t care whether Gu Sheng was lying.

Obediently, he withdrew his hand and answered his own question: “Fine, if I still remember when we get back, you need to buy me a few more bottles to keep in the fridge.”

Gu Sheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one with his back to Qianzhou.

The smoke rings were carried away by the sea breeze, but the faint residue clinging to his collar didn’t escape Qianzhou’s notice.

“I thought you didn’t smoke,” Qianzhou said, watching the cigarette in his hand.

Gu Sheng’s voice was faint. “Mm, usually I don’t.”

“Then you must have something on your mind today. I thought coming out here with me would make you happy.”

The alcohol muddled Qianzhou’s head; his words tumbled out clumsily. He added,

“Because the little bamboo shoots you grilled were really tasty.”

Gu Sheng looked out at the sea. “Why do you like bamboo shoots?”

Qianzhou replied, “Because they grow so fast. I have a house in the mountains, one I exchanged with points. In spring, when it rains, I can go with 052 to dig for bamboo shoots…”

The rain-soaked soil left deep footprints. Behind his house were bamboo groves and little trees.

Qianzhou loved the scent of fresh earth—it meant he could dig up loads of bamboo shoots.

【System 052: Host, you’re drunk.】

“I’m not drunk…” Qianzhou muttered in reply to the voice in his head.

Gu Sheng tugged the jacket tighter around his shoulders. “You’re pretty drunk.”

His face calm, he fixed his gaze on Qianzhou’s eyes and said, “What else?”

“Why don’t you like chicken wings?” Gu Sheng asked seriously.

The moment Qianzhou heard “chicken wings,” his brow furrowed slightly, showing just how much he disliked them.

“Because… because…”

“In the apocalypse, the mutated chicken king had eight wings, all covered in black bristles—super disgusting…”

Gu Sheng’s expression didn’t shift, no sign that he thought Qianzhou was crazy.

“Ah, that many?”

Qianzhou nodded heavily. “Mm.”

“Do you remember your childhood?” Gu Sheng asked.

【System 052: Host, don’t say it.】

Qianzhou blinked slowly, the system’s voice pulling him back to a shred of clarity.

“Childhood… I can’t talk about it.” He clapped his hand over his mouth.

After a while, his voice slipped out between his fingers. “Because I’m different from everyone else, so it has to stay secret.”

Gu Sheng carried him into the tent, tucked him under the blanket, and zipped the tent shut.

Just as Qianzhou was about to fall asleep, he realized Gu Sheng was outside—leaving him alone inside.

So he got up again, unzipped the tent, and stepped out barefoot onto the sand, searching for Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng was smoking. Several extinguished cigarette butts lay on the little table.

“Gu Sheng.”

He turned back. “Weren’t you asleep?”

“Why aren’t you sleeping with me?” Qianzhou asked.

“Is it because I didn’t tell you about my childhood?”

When drunk, Qianzhou’s mind shrank to the simplest things: eating, drinking, and clumsy thoughts.

“You’re silly when you’re drunk. Go back now. I can’t stay too close to you tonight.”

Irritated, Gu Sheng tossed the butt into a trash bag, weighed it down with a stone to keep the wind from scattering it.

“Why not?”

Qianzhou always asked questions, never letting go without an answer.

For a moment, Gu Sheng’s expression flickered. His eyes seemed to ripple with a scarlet glow, dark and tearing at his clarity.

In his head, another voice—also called Gu Sheng—spoke.

“You could have him if you wanted. Why hold back?”

“You only have one hour left. I want to see him today—I’ve waited for him so long.”

“You’re just a fragment trapped by rules. I’m the one who transcends them. I’m the one who’s whole.”

Gu Sheng clenched his teeth. “Shut up.”

“Gu Sheng, what did you just say?” Qianzhou stepped up to him, tilting his head up, waiting obediently for his reply.

Gu Sheng took his wrist and led him back to the tent.

“I’ll have my assistant take you home. Wait for me there—I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

He pulled out his phone and called his assistant, gave instructions.

“No. Today… I have to keep an eye on you.”

Qianzhou clung to his sleeve, refusing to let go.

Gu Sheng let him cling. When the assistant arrived, he scooped Qianzhou up and stuffed him into the back seat.

“Hey—!” Qianzhou protested, slapping at the car window.

“Take him away.” Gu Sheng didn’t explain further, only issued the command.

The assistant still smelled faintly of oil and soy sauce, wearing a yellow apron from the kitchen.

Seeing how serious their boss was, he didn’t dare waste a second.

As he drove, he asked, “Young master, did you upset the boss?”

“No,” Qianzhou muttered, covering his head with Gu Sheng’s jacket.

The assistant was driving his own car; the back seat was narrow, and Qianzhou lay half-curled in the back.

Not wanting to talk, he didn’t answer any more questions.

When the assistant dropped him off at the villa, only the living room light was on.

A medicine box still sat on the sofa, Gu Sheng’s antidepressants lined up neatly on the coffee table.

The lamp cast a small patch of warm yellow glow. No sound of waves. No trace of smoke.

“He left me all alone,” Qianzhou whispered, sinking into the sofa, his mind foggy with fatigue.

【System 052: Any longer with him and you’d expose yourself.】

Good thing he hadn’t gone into too much detail—modern-world backgrounds like games and movies still gave him cover.

Qianzhou gave a soft hum. Suddenly, his stomach burned as if with heartburn.

He staggered into the kitchen. While crouching to find a cup, something slipped from his pocket.

Metal clinked against the tiles. He picked it up, and his chest tightened as though pricked by tiny needles.

It was Gu Sheng’s motorcycle key.

He really wasn’t coming back tonight.