Mist

Chapter 57: Transfer Station

Ji Yushi didn’t deny the ‘good-looking’ description, “Type……Cute, I guess?”
None of his three cats were cold or aloof. Even Little Orange in the bubble world was the clingy type. He probably attracted those types of cats.

Tang Le was speechless.
Cute? Tang Le started to doubt life itself. Could Advisor Ji be the one who tops in a relationship?
It was not only him. All the others in the squad probably also thought that Ji Yushi was the one on the bottom. It looks like their understanding about this matter should be changed.

“When acting spoiled and clinging to me, it’s very cute.”

Reaching the door, Song Qinglan’s back figure stopped.
Ji Yushi lowered his eyes thus ending this topic.

*

The inside of this courtyard was completely different from what everyone imagined.
As soon as they entered through the door, they were met with smooth and clean floor and walls, all sorts of black coloured equipment, as well as bright lights —- This wasn’t a comfortable and elegantly decorated living room. It was their combat training ground in Tianqiong.

Li Chun almost fell, “Fuck! Cap Song, why do you have a place like this in your transfer station?”
Tang Le, “Damn, it’s really the training ground?”

Wasn’t the transfer station tailored by Tianqiong supposed to generate a comfortable environment for the individual? Everyone should be eating and drinking and having fun. Why did such a perverted set up appear?

Song Qinglan’s expression changed slightly.
In fact, when he first came here, this place was indeed a living room but somehow after going out and then coming back, it had changed into a training ground. Only he himself knew that he currently had the faint urge to exchange a few blows on the training ground. It was as if there were some frustrations inside that he needed to vent.

Song Qinglan walked to a sandbag without looking back, “This place makes me feel relaxed and comfortable. Why? I can’t?”
Duan Wen approached the ring and smiled in Song Qinglan’s direction, “Captain, go for a round?”
Song Qinglan, “I won’t go easy on you.”
Duan Wen, “If you won’t then you won’t. I’ve fucking always wanted to go against someone strong.”

After finally successfully closing the crevice in time and space and escaping from the indulgent bubble world, they had still returned here, unable to escape from Tianqiong’s control.
This group of men felt that rather than being depressed, it was better to pass time happily without worrying too much.

Song Qinglan found some black bandages and slowly wrapped it around his hand.
He took off his shoes and jumped into the ring barefoot. He had already used his thoughts to change his clothes. Grey t-shirt and black shorts. It was the most commonly seen Guardian training attire.
The two faced each other. Duan Wen had also changed into the same clothes, but his appearance paled considerably compared to Song Qinglan.

Since becoming a fighting instructor for the Guardians, Song Qinglan hadn’t had much of a chance to exchange blows with his teammates.
Except for Zhou Mingxuan, everyone else in the team pretty much just got beaten up.

In this illusionary space, Duan Wen had actually taken the initiative. All his teammates watched from the sidelines with excitement.

“Brother Wen! Get him!”
“Don’t hold back!”
“Cap Song, don’t hit Brother Wen’s face!”

Song Qinglan added another strip across his forehead and tied it behind his head to prevent sweat from dripping down. Standing on the ring, Song Qinglan appeared even more aggressive.
His nose was tall and his eyes were sharp. He hooked his right hand at Duan Wen, “Come.”