Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 86 Minors Cannot Be Lewd

Meanwhile, the person, completely drunk, was utterly unaware of the terrible things they were about to do. Intoxication caused their reason to plummet while their audacity soared.

And their cognition has become somewhat disordered.

"It's weird..."

Why is everything so dark?

"Luckily, I have superhuman senses, so I'm not afraid at all..."

Staggering towards the direction he sensed, under the influence of alcohol, he had completely let himself go. He tossed his hair aside and continued walking.

"Speaking of the person Xiaobai likes..."

"What if it's not?"

"..."

"If it's not...I...I will..."

"I'm just ignoring him!"

This was probably the bravest thing Mo Wunian had ever done in his life, but no matter how brave he was...

He's still a coward after all.

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At this moment, Ge Shulin was alone in his room, drinking by himself, with the intelligence report that had been sent not long ago still on the table in front of him.

With his right hand holding a pen, he lightly sketched on the paper, while his left hand casually raised a wine glass, took a small sip, and gently put it down. His gaze then turned to the bright, clear moon hanging outside the window.

After all, he knew perfectly well that it was inappropriate for him, given his status and personality, to go out at this moment. If he were to actually show himself, those people would inevitably have reservations upon seeing him.

It would be better to think about how to fight the subsequent recapture battle.

He patted his forehead. He'd drunk a bit too much tonight; although his mind was still somewhat clear, he was clearly not suited to handling copywriting.

He put down his pen, tidied his desk casually, leaned back in his chair, a rare hint of confusion in his eyes, and let his thoughts drift.

"Geshulin—"

"..."

Pressing his temples, his expression quickly returned to its usual calm, and he turned his slightly puzzled gaze toward the doorway.

"...Mo Wunian?"

He was really drunk and was hallucinating. There was still plenty of time before the party ended; how could the person who was so terrified of him possibly come looking for him?

"I'm here!"

The door was suddenly pushed open and then quickly closed. Looking up, Ge Shulin saw Mo Wunian standing in the doorway, his face flushed. Without much thought, he understood the other's condition:

He was drunk, quite drunk. People even dared to come looking for him.

She chuckled softly at the person already standing in front of her, then looked up and met those lifeless eyes. She paused for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"What brings you here?"

"Without knocking on the door"

"Why should we care about so much between us..."

"So, I can't come to see you unless I have something to say?"

Suddenly pressed against the back of the chair, he was stunned, though the force wasn't enough to immobilize him, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

As his body involuntarily leaned back, the other person's face drew closer, and he felt a slight touch on his forehead. The strong smell of alcohol emanating from the man instantly filled the air. Looking at the suddenly bold Mo Wunian, Ge Shulin could only frown.

When did they become so close?

Moreover... it didn't feel like that person was speaking to him.

It's more like chatting with a stranger who is a part of yourself.

It was him, but it wasn't him either.

After a moment's thought, he was about to push the person away and find a suitable person to take the other person out to sober up when, just as he stood up, the person suddenly grabbed his arm and pressed himself tightly against him.

When he came to his senses, he could already feel the other person's presence so close, those lifeless eyes staring straight at him, as if searching for some kind of answer.

"...He is indeed quite handsome."

"I knew you'd be a handsome guy when I first saw you..."

"what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're handsome."

"No wonder some people become yandere because of you..."

The person on top of him seemed to have heard something incredible, even rolling their eyes at him before playing with the beads around his neck and falling silent.

"..."

He felt he should immediately throw this arrogant brat, who was groping him, out of the house so the cool breeze would wake him up.

But perhaps I had drunk a little too much, or perhaps I was genuinely intrigued by what this guy was saying.

In the end, he lowered his outstretched hand, letting the other person do as he pleased.

"...If you can't see anything, how did you determine what I look like now?"

"You just can't see it; the frequency of your energy fluctuations is much stronger than when you were sealed off."

"And who else says I haven't seen what you've looked like now that you've grown up..."

This really made him realize that things were getting complicated. He couldn't understand a single word the other person was saying. If he hadn't heard the other person call his name when he entered, he would have wondered if they had the wrong person.

Before I could even process what was wrong, that restless person inside me started acting up again. With a dark expression, I slapped away the hand that was trying to grab my hair, then slapped my forehead and sighed impatiently.

"Ge Shulin...you've really had too much to drink..."

They really let that person do whatever they wanted to them.

With half-closed eyes, he gazed at Mo Wunian, who still looked somewhat aggrieved after his hand was slapped away, and felt a rare sense of powerlessness. He sat up slightly, closing the distance between himself and the two, and slowly spoke.

"Mo Wunian... what exactly do you want from me?"

"I don't expect you to come here today just to offend your superiors."

"...Do you have someone you like?"

"?"

He was caught off guard by the question, one he hadn't even considered, and for a moment he couldn't utter a single word. He could only watch as the person, head bowed, spoke to him with a somewhat strange expression.

"Would you like a short, poorly born, and not-so-great person... who's just clumsy at trying to love?"

"..."

A profound silence fell over the room, broken only by the occasional gust of wind from outside the window. Otherwise, no other sound disturbed the solemn atmosphere.

"...The lamentations have not yet subsided, how can one establish a family?"

"And then what happens after the lamentation ends? When the border no longer needs a general to risk his life?"

"What if no one in this world will ever leave because of this again?"

"..."

Silence fell again, and only the sound of their breathing and soft heartbeats filled the room.

He watched as the person's initial cautiousness, tinged with anticipation, gradually transformed into fear and unease, until, after a long silence, that emotion finally settled into peace and resignation.

"...As expected, it doesn't."

"...scumbag"

"?"

Suddenly choked by a single sentence, and looking at Mo Wunian who seemed to have suffered a great injustice but was still trying to remain calm and prepare to leave, he grabbed the other person's wrist, stopping the other person's attempt to escape.

"Who are you talking about?!"

"Who else could it be?"

"You, Xiaobai"

Ge Shulin: Oh no, I've become a stand-in!

Now things are really messed up. The person, who was already slightly tipsy, lost even more of their fragile rationality after learning that they had been used as a substitute.

He abruptly stood up, instinctively grabbing the other person's hand and pulling them close. His other hand swiftly reached for their waist, gripping it tightly. As the other person's struggles subsided, a tense atmosphere seemed to fill the room.

"Who is Xiaobai?!"

"...I'm not going to tell you."

Looking at Mo Wunian, who was completely different from usual and showed no fear of him, Ge Shulin was genuinely amused and exasperated. He adjusted his posture slightly, and only after confirming that he had complete control over the man did he continue looking at him.

People like this who commit such offenses should be punished.

"Bang-"

The door was pushed open again, a gust of wind swept through, and the person on top was pulled behind him by the blue-haired man who had rushed over. Looking at Ji Yan, who was panting and almost relieved, his dissatisfaction reached its peak.

Ji Yan, on the other hand, didn't think that way. Looking at the somewhat disheveled state of mind and aggrieved expression of the person behind him, he didn't dare to imagine what would have happened if he had arrived any later.

Fortunately, when Bei Wang and the others called him, he had rushed over with all his might.

Although he sensed something was amiss, Ji Yan decided to take the person tugging at his clothes back first.

"I'm sorry, General Geshu."

"The teacher...he's had a little too much to drink."

I apologize on his behalf for any negative impact this may have caused you.

"If there's any issue... I'll come back to accept it after I've taken good care of him."

"Ah"

The breeze blowing in through the crack in the door cleared Ge Shulin's somewhat confused mind. His gaze passed over Ji Yan and fixed on the person who was intently playing with the other's hair. Finally, he closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"...Don't let him drink anymore."

"This will not be repeated."

"...Thank you, General."

Seeing that the other party had let him go so easily, Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to pull the person next to him back, the other party grabbed his hand first and pulled him into his arms.

Ge Shulin, who had just calmed down a bit: ...

Ji Yan blushed instantly: !!

Mo Wunian, still drunk and not yet sober: (′w｀?%)

"...Aren't you leaving yet?"

"……immediately"

He quickly led the person out, considerately closing the door behind him. The cool breeze outside calmed Ji Yan's chaotic thoughts somewhat. Looking at the person clinging to him, refusing to leave, Ji Yan felt his heart pounding faster.

He quickly led the man out of the room, considerately closing the door behind them. Once outside, a gentle night breeze brought a touch of coolness, calming Ji Yan's chaotic thoughts somewhat.

Turning my gaze to the figure clutching my clothes tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment, my heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, its beat growing increasingly rapid.

"Ji Yan! General Geshu didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"It's my fault for giving such a bad idea... If there's really something wrong, we can go talk to the general and explain..."

At this moment, Bei Wang and his group arrived. Seeing that Mo Wunian's ears were red and he was still delirious, they breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was alright.

"Don't worry, the general isn't making things difficult for us."

"I'll take him back first and prepare some medicine for him to sober up."

"Have fun!"

Looking at the two of them in their current state, Bei Wang seemed to be thinking something, his expression changed slightly, and then he slowly spoke, offering his instructions.

"...Oh, right."

"Ji Yan, you're only sixteen this year."

Some things can't be rushed.

"Hey~ you can't say that, actually sixteen is fine too~"

"Take appropriate measures..."

"Shut up, Nan Chui!!! Go back and copy the relevant laws 100 times!!!"

"Just kidding! I'm just kidding—"

Ji Yan sighed helplessly as he watched the two fighting. He hadn't even considered that aspect of the relationship; all he could think about was taking the other person back and caring for them properly.

And if he really did that... given that person's attitude of not letting him touch alcohol before he came of age, he'd probably hate him to death once he sobered up, right?

He didn't want that person to dislike him.

"……I know"

"And I hadn't even thought about that."

"I was actually reminding you to take care of yourself..."

"Mo Wunian, he..."

"Brother Wunian is usually very tolerant, but now that he's drunk, he might be much bolder..."

"Looking north means you should be careful..."

"Nan Chui Ni %*＃*% (Jinzhou profanity)"

Seeing the two fighting again, Ji Yan could only lead his men back the way they came. Fortunately, the two seemed to be deep in thought and behaved themselves the whole way, without doing anything out of line.

After some pulling and tugging, they finally brought the person back to the room. Seeing Mo Wunian still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, Ji Yan was about to go out to make him some hangover soup, but the next moment he lost his balance and was pulled back by the person beside him, both falling onto the bed.

"teacher……?!"

"do not move"

His coat had already been thrown away. He frantically grabbed the restless hand, trying to stop this behavior that would disqualify him from passing the test, but Ji Yan had to admit he had underestimated the drunken Mo Wunian.

He watched as the man frowned in displeasure, then lowered his head and—

He kissed me.

"!!!"

My brain went completely blank for a moment, and all I could feel was the soft touch on my lips, a touch that felt somewhat unfamiliar.

My brain seemed to lose its connection at that moment, leaving only the unfamiliar yet gentle touch on my lips, softly and repeatedly touching them.

With a swift movement, he pinned Mo Wunian beneath him, his clothes disheveled, face flushed, and offering no resistance. Ji Yan felt he was teetering on the edge of committing a crime.

"I spent 10 draws costing 648 each, and you won't even let me have a chance to play..."

"We've already covered the minimum guarantee..."

"If I hadn't seen the PV and thought you were kind of my type, I wouldn't have spent so much money on this..."

"Speaking of which, I'm already like this..."

"Are you impotent... um..."

The words had barely left his lips when a rapid, passionate kiss descended upon him. He carefully cradled the other's head, initially appearing somewhat awkward, but quickly mastering the technique. How long it lasted, he didn't know, before the lingering intimacy gradually subsided.

He pressed the man tightly against the bed, gazing at the face so close to his own, and the soft curves of his waist that were barely concealed... He was truly enduring it—

But it still reacted.

Just as Ji Yan was still struggling, Mo Wunian seemed to sense something and frowned slightly.

"...No...why is the frequency weaker than I felt before..."

"how old are you?"

"……sixteen"

"..."

After a brief silence, he was suddenly thrown out the door. Before he could even react, he heard the door slam shut. However, as a Wind Resonator, he could still hear some muttering—

"...How could it be a minor...? You can't even get the complete version with 10 648s...?"

"...I don't want to break the law."

"..."

Minors are not allowed.

Unexpectedly, things took this turn. Ji Yan could only silently shake his head, staring at the closed door, as his disconnected brain finally reconnected.

In the end, he could only sigh, turn around, and walk into the bathroom.