Chapter 85 Chapter 85 (2/2)

“Neither. They treat me very well.” Ji Yushi grabbed his wrist and got him to sit down, “I moved out because I wanted to secretly join Tianqiong behind my family’s back.”

There was a red mark behind Ji Yushi’s ear.

He probably hadn’t noticed it himself, but it was very obvious from Song Qinglan’s angle. That cold and distant person with a fresh kiss mark on his pale skin, it made Song Qinglan’s throat dry.

“Secretly join Tianqiong?”

Song Qinglan continued to dry Ji Yushi’s hair while sitting down.

Ji Yushi made a sound of affirmation. He told him the reason, “My teacher, who is also my adoptive father, as well as my adoptive mother are against me being involved with work related to ‘time’ and even my university majors cannot be related so they would naturally be against me joining Tianqiong. I used the excuse of moving out to have more peace and quiet and at the same time deliberately enrolled in more majors to pretend to be busy, but I was in fact preparing to join Tianqiong the entire time. With Ji Minyue covering for me, it went well.”

It seems that Ji Yushi can lie very well.

Except for Song Qinglan, everyone else would have probably been deceived by his appearance and thus fooled by him.

Song Qinglan frowned, “Why didn’t they want you involved with work relating to ‘time’?”

Ji Yushi was silent for a moment.

He then raised his head and said to Song Qinglan, “I had a period of cognitive dysfunction when I was a child.”

Song Qinglan’s actions completely stopped.

Ji Yushi didn’t speak with any pessimism and just spoke of the facts like a bystander, “Including learning disability, not being able to speak or recognise people and the likes, I couldn’t distinguish between my memory and reality. That is to say, I didn’t know what had already happened and what had never happened. With reality and memory playing at the same time in my mind, it caused me to make repeated actions, be unable to recognise familiar things and be unable to understand what others were saying.”

“…….How long?”

Song Qinglan’s voice sounded like gravel grinding against each other.

“You don’t have to worry. It’s all in the past.”

Ji Yushi grabbed his hand and gently squeezed it. His eyes were half lowered, “About three years.”

“The doctors in the Paediatric Department all said that my situation was hopeless, that I would probably never be able to escape from the shadows. What’s more, the caudate nucleus and frontal lobe had some abnormalities resulting in me being unable to distinguish reality yet be able to clearly remember everything that happened since I was an infant. Teacher is a psychologist and a good friend of my father’s. After adopting me, he quit his job and spend three years at home with me together with my adoptive mother.”

As long as it is something I have experienced, it doesn’t make any difference whether I have experienced it once or countless times. In other words, I am just like you. I am going through this again after the first time.

—– Song Qinglan suddenly remembered the words Ji Yushi said to him at the bookstore.

The seemingly plain description, the seemingly insignificant illness.

Some even jokingly called it a superpower.

No one knew how much torment must have been concealed behind those words.

That was why Ji Yushi once said that without his teacher, there wouldn’t be the current him.

Song Qinglan understood: “They were against you joining Tianqiong because they were afraid of you being involved with work related to ‘time’ and your condition relapsing.”

Ji Yushi, “Yes.”

The two hands held each other more tightly.

Song Qinglan couldn’t help but ask, “Then, have you had anything similar happen again after that?”

Before they met, Ji Yushi had alone completed 89 B-level missions, so he had gone back to the past at least 89 times. This was even excluding the ones which required him to go back several times.

Unlike Guardians, in order to minimise their presence in history, Recorders do not work in a team and would always act alone. If anything went wrong with Ji Yushi during those times…..Song Qinglan didn’t dare think about it.

“Occasionally, but it wasn’t serious.” Ji Yushi responded, “When we repeated Ouroboros the first time, I once suspected that it was a case of memory overload.”

Song Qinglan’s expression changed.

At that time, outside the park management office, he had even specially found Ji Yushi to talk and questioned rather critically Ji Yushi’s psychological endurance.

Ji Yushi’s answer was —- “It might not be so good.”

After he left, Ji Yushi was the last to reach the park management office. His face was very pale and he had asked Song Qinglan to help twist open a bottle cap.

Regardless of whether Ji Yushi would really have difficulty opening a bottle with his combative abilities, everyone at the time shared the same thought and felt that Ji Yushi was so weak that he couldn’t even open a bottle.

The more he thought about it, the darker Song Qinglan’s expression became. His heart felt like there was a tear in it.

What he owed from that time had sure enough returned to bite him.

“Your medicine.” Song Qinglan quickly thought of something, “Your medicine is not only used to clear your thoughts and refresh your mind, but you are also dependent on it, isn’t that right?”

Ji Yushi silently acquiesced.

He had always carried the box of medicine around with him, never leaving his side.

Relying on these pills, he could reduce the number of occasions his memories would replay in his mind and reduce the repetitive dreams, allowing him to fall asleep more easily.

But there were also quite a lot of side effects that followed. In addition to dependence, there was also his face becoming pale, sudden weakness as well as sudden feeling of despair and other negative emotions.

Song Qinglan’s voice was low, “When I called you just now, you were about to take the medicine.”

Ji Yushi was startled.

How did Song Qinglan know?

But he soon remembered that Song Qinglan had gone to the bathroom to shower after packing everything away. He probably saw the bottle of medicine he had left on the counter.

Song Qinglan got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he had the bottle of medicine in his hand.

He asked, “Have you taken one tonight yet?”

Ji Yushi said, “Haven’t taken it yet.”

Song Qinglan sat back down on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to sink. Along the way, he reached out and pulled Ji Yushi over.

Men shouldn’t be so clingy like this, but he still insisted on holding Ji Yushi like he was some sort of treasure.

Ji Yushi sat in his lap a little awkwardly with his arms around Song Qinglan’s neck.

Seeing his serious expression, he lowered his head and kissed him “Why?”

Song Qinglan, “It seems that I was right to take your medicine.”

Ji Yushi had a bad feeling, “…….”

Sure enough, Song Qinglan said, “I’ll hold onto this bottle of medicine first. When you really need it, you can take it. Let’s not abuse it too much. You should try becoming less dependent on it.”

Ji Yushi put up some struggle, “I don’t always take it. I didn’t take much in Rubik’s Cube.”

It was better if he hadn’t mentioned it.

As soon as this was mentioned, Song Qinglan’s face became even darker.

In Rubik’s Cube, Ji Yushi had not only refused to listen to dissuasion and insisted on clearing the mission, making him go through room after room in search for him, but after the mission was cleared, he even ran off without a word with no intentions to return.

Under the influence of the medicine, a calm person would suddenly become resolute. The consequences were unimaginable.

“No.” Song Qinglan said, “Advisor Ji, you now have family. In the future, your family will have the final say on this matter.”