Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter Two – When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel

Zhangsun Zijun woke up and saw the empty s.p.a.ce beside him on the bed.

Last night, he and Yi Xichen had fought all night. According to common sense, Yi Xichen shouldn't have been able to leave his bed for three days and nights. Right now, he should be here waiting for Zhangsun Zijun to knead his aching back and then rub his pistol for three days and three nights — Zhangsun Zijun was very confused. According to this development, Yi Xichen should still be bed. How come there are suddenly times when someone needs to pick flowers and trample the gra.s.s, stirring up the wolf's anger?

(TN: 拈花惹草 – lit. to pick the flowers and trample the gra.s.s. Meaning: to frequent brothels or to sow one’s wild oats)

In this timeline, Zhangsun Zijun, as the protagonist of the story, didn't quite understand why but when the plot needed to be developed, the ”can't get out of bed for three days and three nights” curse is lifted from Yi Xichen. Then for those three days, how long will it take?

Zhangsun Zijun was puzzled but didn't bother to stress over it. He simply got up and groomed himself. A strange feeling was lingering in his heart as though something significant had changed, but everything seemed to be alright. At this moment, poor Zhangsun Zijun hadn't realized yet, that although he is still the same man, the setting has been distorted by a mystical power from another dimension — this included his memory and various functions of his body.

But he was the only one who became distorted.

Dressed up in his clothes as a disciple, Zhangsun Zijun went out.

The color of the sky showed that it was still very early. Most of the disciples from Heavenly Sword Mountain were still asleep. The most diligent disciples in the sect were him and Yi Xichen. This is the reason why he and Yi Xichen had gone the highest and furthest. They were naturally gifted and heaven rewarded the diligent.

Zhangsun Zijun arrived at Peach Blossom Plain and saw a disciple dressed in black robes training his sword skills within the sea of flowers. His figure was graceful and lithe, like a startled swan or flying dragon. Though he wasn't able to see that figure's face, Zhangsun Zijun knew that it was Yi Xichen — the author wrote that as soon as he saw Yi Xichen, his thing will become as hard as iron. Therefore, he can always tell when Yi Xichen is within a 100 meters radius of his present location. Zhangsun Zijun didn't have touse his eyes to see, his nose to smell, or his ears to hear; to find out whether Yi Xichen is nearby, he checks whether his pistol has risen or not.

Zhangsun Zijun frowned unhappily. Even though Yi Xichen is pregnant with the child, he is still so restless. Last night when he was eating, Yi Xichen sucked on Zhangsun Zijun's finger and enticed him to go 300 rounds with him. Then this morning, Yi Xichen got up early to practice his sword skills, paying no mind to his body's current condition!

At the same time, he was a bit puzzled: With such a beautiful appearance and swordsmans.h.i.+p, he should have a purely admiring att.i.tude. Where did these physiological reactions come from? When did he begin to turn into a creature who responds with his lower body? — Now that he left that distorted fanfic world, Zhangsun Zijun’s sudden awareness made him question many illogical things.

The figure stopped and Zhangsun Zijun heard Yi Xichen’s cheerful voice say: ”Zijun, you're here.”

Yi Xichen ran over and looked at Zhangsun Zijun. He smirked: ”After playing with me last night, did you have a good night's rest?”

Zhangsun Zijun looked at Yao Xichen’s flexible waist and b.u.t.tocks: ”Does your backside hurt?”

Yi Xichen placed his hands on his hips, at a loss: ”Why would my backside hurt?”

Zhangsun Zijun kept silent and secretly wondered if Yi Xichen was sarcastically complaining about him not working hard enough.

Yi Xichen didn't dwell on this topic. He smiled and said, ”Zijun, come and practice swordplay with me.”

Zhangsun Zijun shook his head. Sword training with Yi Xichen was a boring daily routine. The author wrote that ”whenever they train the sword, it's 100% certain that they will end up sword training in bed.” In fact, no matter what they do together, they will automatically fall into the ”100% ending in bed” setting. Zhangsun Zijun felt very tired of it all.

Yi Xichen was stunned. This was the first time that his invitation to practice swordplay with senior martial brother was rejected. Zijun was a sword fanatic.The two of them were disciples studying under the same master and often trained together in perfect harmony.1

With a mischievous expression on his face, Yi Xichen said teasingly: ”Zijun is worried about hurting me? You would feel bad if you did!”

Don't you know that jumping up and down like that could easily hurt our child? Zhangsun Zijun grew increasingly annoyed and said in a somewhat reproachful tone: ”This is nonsense! You know your condition.”

”Huh?” Yi Xichen was surprised by his words. What condition? Nonsense? What happened to Zhangsun Zijun today?

Zhangsun Zijun turned around and was going to leave but Yi Xichen wouldn't let him go so easily and shouted: ”Zijun, watch out!” Then Yi Xichen used his sword to stab towards Zhangsun Zijun's torso!

Yi Xichen was sure that Zhangsun Zijun would be able to intercept his sword strike. He wanted to train and there wasn't a training partner more suitable than Zhangsun Zijun.