Chapter 106

After a muffled sound, the light under Ji Jue's hands flashed, and then, a faint vibration appeared on the sword blade, uncontrollably buzzing.

Amidst the constant crackling sound of breaking, cracks appeared on the sword spine that could no longer bear the load, spreading all the way to the position of the handguard.

Completely, collapsed!

After suffering thousands of successful or unsuccessful dissociation technique impacts in the days since, the long sword, which had already had enough, was finally completely tormented to nothing. It was like a camel that died with its eyes open, breathing its last under the weight of the last straw of humiliation.

And a dreamlike wisp of faint light slowly rose from the crack and fell into Ji Jue's hand, instantly absorbed and digested by the Mechanical Descent.

"Hoo—"

Ji Jue tilted his head comfortably, let out a long breath, almost in tears.

Finally got a taste, the first bite since returning from the Rift!

Pure! Authentic! This is the taste!

It's got kick!

Feeling the countless fragments of scenes rushing toward him, and the bitter torment of seemingly turning into steel, Ji Jue's hands clenched, his ten fingers stretching.

Finally, on this long road of the Ember Path, he took another step.

Congratulations, congratulations!

However, he hadn't been happy for long before he saw the progress on his watch again...

After the number [1] was filled, on the number [2], a tiny bit of faint color finally emerged, so weak that you couldn't distinguish it without a magnifying glass.

It wasn't even one percent; you had to count past the decimal point!

The more homework he did, the less money he earned.

The progress bar kept getting longer, the abilities kept needing more krypton and liver, and yet equipment recycling was so troublesome... Oh no, could it be that he was playing a fake Legend?

Ji Jue couldn't help it anymore, sorrow coming from his heart.

Life couldn't go on, there wasn't even a shred of hope.

Just like that, amidst the exhaustion of spiritual deficiency and the brutal blow of reality, he floated out of the workshop like a walking corpse and collapsed onto the sofa.

Falling into a deep sleep.

Until he was shaken awake by Ye Chun again.

The sunset outside the window had already risen, the dim light was fading, it was already evening.

But Ye Chun had already changed into a simple black evening dress, her hair was coiled up, her makeup was neat, and she was wearing her necklace and bracelet for the first time in a long while, carrying a small bag.

"Any plans for the evening?"

She looked at the bewildered Ji Jue, anticipated his answer, and waved her hand first: "Continuing to grind doesn't count."

"No."

"That's good, hurry up, pack your things, and get ready to go out with me."

Ye Chun beckoned, her expression pleasant: "Aren't you short of money lately? I'll introduce you to a job. If it works out, give me a commission!"

Holy shit, money?!

In an instant, Ji Jue's eyes lit up, staring like copper bells, all sleepiness gone, as if he were a corpse coming back to life, rising straight up from the sofa.

Then, he heard Ye Chun's voice: "By the way, do you have formal wear?"

"Ah, this..."

He hesitated for a moment, "I do have some, but..."

"That's true."

Ye Chun realized; she had seen that formal suit of Ji Jue's, the cuffs were almost unraveled, and the style could only be called barely fitting. It was fine for making up the numbers as a background board at a graduation ceremony or some formal occasion, but for an occasion where he was being brought along alone, it was better not to wear it.

She scanned Ji Jue's body and finally nodded: "Forget it, just wear this set, you just go change into a plain-colored T-shirt."

"Is that appropriate?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" She turned and walked upstairs, not caring at all: "Going to a concert hall isn't like going to the Mid-City Upper House for a meeting, why be so serious? You go wash up first, wait for me."

By the time Ji Jue finished washing his face and came out of the workshop in a change of clothes, Ye Chun had already come downstairs. Her originally coiled hair was scattered again, and after taking off her jewelry, she had actually changed into jeans and a T-shirt, just throwing a cardigan over the outside.

She had changed from a young lady of a famous family attending a banquet back to the look of a laid-back senior student out shopping, relaxed and happy, once again close at hand, within reach.

This made Ji Jue no longer look out of place.

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Why are you standing there like a fool?"

Ye Chun threw the car keys over: "Do you know how to get to the concert hall?"

"The one at Mingyue Plaza in Lihua District?"

"Right, you drive."

Ye Chun walked in front, urging: "It's good that you changed your clothes. If we're fast enough, we'll still have time to eat dinner before the start. I'm starving to death."

"Ten minutes, I'll be there on time!"

Ji Jue laughed and waved his hand to guarantee.

In fact, he arrived in six minutes.

With the assistance of the Mechanical Descent, Ji Jue drove the car all the way, shuttling freely through the congested traffic during rush hour, as if entering an empty land. After leaving countless drivers with a back view they couldn't hope to catch up to, he whistled away amidst a chorus of curses.

Not only did he squeeze out time for a meal, but he also left time for Ye Chun to touch up her makeup.

Before the performance at the concert hall began, they completed their entry unhurriedly.

Only after Ji Jue sat down did he realize it was actually a private box.

It’s just that the performance had already started, but the person who initiated the invitation was late because of the traffic jam—it was said that on the way here, they were startled by a car rushing headlong, hit the guardrail, and could only take a taxi here...

To this, Ji Jue could only maintain a pure and innocent expression as much as possible under Ye Chun's indescribable gaze.

Pretending to appreciate the performance on stage.

According to the brochure given to him, the performing troupe was the famous Guangcai Theater Troupe from the Empire, and this was the last stop of their federal tour.

As an internationally renowned troupe, their performance in Yacheng could be said to be hard to get a ticket for. The tickets were snatched up through various channels before they were even released through public channels, and even scalpers didn't have a chance to operate.

The people who came were also either rich or noble. Ji Jue looked out from the box, and besides a few faces he often saw on TV, he actually discovered a few Chosen Ones, but everyone had long since been used to each other.

As the curtain opened and the faint melody sounded, the originally subtle and low talking voices disappeared. From the sudden silence, the performance finally began.

The lighting was good, the playing was good, and the Imperial language being sung was slightly difficult to understand, but not difficult.

The dancing was really beautiful and fancy.

Especially the big sister with blonde hair and blue eyes at the very front, with a hot figure and graceful dance moves!

Even a bumpkin like Ji Jue couldn't help but take out his phone to take a few photos, shaking his head and swaying to the music from time to time.

It made Ye Chun laugh.

"First time seeing you appreciate art like this." She asked: "What do you think?"

"Wonderful."

Ji Jue answered without hesitation: "It's really musical and joyful, um, the dancing is also very ballet-like!"

Ye Chun turned her head away, struggling to hold back her laughter.

Having known him for so many years, how could she not know Ji Jue? His brain was filled with science and engineering, he was terminally ill, and he was long since beyond saving.

He didn't have a single musical cell in his body, let alone classical musical theater; he didn't even have much contact with modern music. The only songs he could sing were a few of the most widely circulated pop songs.

And that was only learned in advance for the team-building KTV of the project team...

"Still need to cultivate more. Look at the big shots in the movies, they all listen to Mozart before killing people and setting fires." Ye Chun shook her head and sighed: "You don't have any art appreciation level at all, how will you mix in the future? If you don't have style, you've already lost half the battle."

"What does a craftsman need style for?"

Ji Jue was bewildered.

Besides, it's not like if you can play the piano or pull a tune, the opponent will expose their neck for you to cut, right? If you encounter an opponent, could you raise your hand and say, 'Brother, wait a moment, I play the cello particularly well'?"

Sometimes Ye Chun's thought process was really too jumpy, and he really couldn't understand it.

But seeing her so focused on appreciating it, maybe this dance drama performance was really amazing?

He followed the crowd in clapping, restraining the urge to play with his phone.

Soon, he heard Ye Chun's phone vibrate.

"Finally here." Ye Chun glanced at the screen: "I'll introduce someone to you in a while, and then you guys can talk by yourselves. After the intermediary work is done, I won't get involved in the rest."

"Is it troublesome?" Ji Jue sensed her helplessness.

"It's okay, that guy's personality is just that he likes to show off and likes to be in the limelight, he's not the difficult type, and he's actually not bad as a person.

If I have to say a shortcoming..."

Ye Chun hesitated for a moment and sighed melancholically: "I don't really like the way he looks at me."

Ji Jue was stunned for a moment, then became vigilant.

Could make the senior student care so much?

Could it be some kind of lecherous demon?

He decisively got up, changed seats, and sat next to Ye Chun. Ye Chun was stunned for a moment, and her expression became complicated.

Not long after, the door of the box was pushed open, and a white, fat man wiped the sweat on his forehead and walked in, panting. He was wearing formal wear like the other audience members outside, wearing a pair of glasses on his round face, with a kind and expectant smile.

"Eh, Xiao Chun is already here? I'm really sorry, look at this mess. Oh my, I don't know how the drivers nowadays drive. When I catch him later, I'll definitely send him to driving school to retake his driver's license!"

As he complained indignantly, after greeting her, he looked at Ji Jue beside her, his smile becoming even brighter: "This must be the Mr. Ji that Xiao Chun mentioned, right? Oh my, truly young and promising! Hello, hello!"

He reached out both hands enthusiastically and solemnly, shaking Ji Jue's hand vigorously, as if looking at a savior.

He handed over his business card with both hands.

"My humble surname is Chen, Chen Yubo, I usually do a little import and export business. If there's a chance, Mr. Ji, please take care of me!"

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, not to mention that Boss Chen was so enthusiastic and kind, which instead made Ji Jue, who had been secretly on guard, feel a bit bewildered.

Moreover, looking at the tone of his conversation with the senior student, it didn't look like there had been any unpleasantness.

Until he finally sat down, pulled the sofa directly, leaned next to Ye Chun, took out his phone, and skillfully shared the video of his family's kitten kneading milk a few days ago with her. It was interspersed with topics about cosmetics, hair conditioner, and skincare, and then quickly jumped to which TV drama's CP was good to ship recently.

Only now did Ji Jue see, with the change in his sitting posture, the tie that was slightly bent to reveal the pink inner side. And the intimacy and friendliness on his face, like a good girlfriend, the bright smile...

And, the indescribable helpless look Ye Chun cast at him.

Ji Jue's expression twitched.

Finally, he realized.

Fuck, so the way he looks at you is the mutual appreciation between good GAY friends, right?!