Yes, that's right. When The Queen half-squinted and said, "I just have one question for you," Jack Young already had a certain thought pop into his mind. But even as it surfaced, he wasn't sure where it came from—maybe he just lacked morals and had a low bottom line, so when he saw that half-squinted look, his brain automatically filled in the most gentlemanly yet wicked possibilities? It's probably just that my lack of morals makes my imagination run wild, right? Yeah, let's go with that!
So Jack Young still held out hope and asked with squinty eyes, "What?"
Then The Queen came in head-on and shattered all his fantasies: "When do we start Dual Cultivation?" Her little look seemed to say: Buddy, don't forget, when you run out of morals, do you think I have any left? Our morality jars are basically linked!
"Huh???" Jack's eyes instantly went wide. Wait, no, come on, I think my morals can still be rescued—maybe with a band-aid or something! So after being stunned for five seconds, he suddenly straightened his face and replied calmly, "Which kind... uh, how do you mean Dual Cultivation?"
"What other kind of Dual Cultivation could there be? How many modes do you think there are? All those mobile games and browser games are already using it as a gimmick to grab attention, so stop pretending to be pure and innocent." The Queen yanked open her collar, showing off half her fragrant shoulder, then turned her face with a bashful look and made a seductive gesture: "You blockhead, don't tell me you haven't thought about it—I know you too well!"
I—know—you—too—well!
Those seven words landed like the Gourd Brothers—think Power Rangers, but Chinese—waging war against gods and demons in Jack's mind. No mental defense could withstand that! If anyone else said it, fine, but when she says it, it's just too believable! Yeah, I know you too well! Those dirty, pervy, gentlemanly thoughts, that mysterious voice in your head going, "Born with a wife from the womb!"—let's be real, not just Jack, but everyone reading this chapter probably gets the joke, right?
Tags like 'self-marriage,' 'brother marriage,' and 'sister marriage'—yes, those are actual internet tropes in China—are hanging on the bookshelf, saying it all. That's ironclad evidence! All you pure-hearted folks, despair for this so-called gentlemanly world! Damn it!
"By the way, after unlocking the reproductive chakra in the Seven Wheels Three Meridians, you get the Golden Gun—never down! Starting from Dragon Elephant Level Five, your skin is as tough as iron. Once you master Micro Sense, you can control your blood and muscles, hard or soft, as you wish. Plus, you've got internal boxing... Put all these abilities together, aren't you basically a human-shaped, self-propelled vibrating stick?" The Queen's eyes sparkled as she scanned Jack up and down, circling him: "But talk is cheap—anyone can brag. Practice is the only test of truth. So, young man, you up for it?"
How about a little 'Sophie Soo' action! (Which, by the way, is slang for 'your sister'—classic Chinese comeback!) Those seven words—'I know you too well!'—I can totally throw right back at you! Honestly, roasting myself feels super dumb, super silly, super embarrassing, but you just won't let me not say it! Only self-burns sting the hardest, so Jack couldn't stay calm. With burning anger, he grabbed The Queen's collar and fixed it: "Put your clothes on! Just because it's just us here doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Ever heard of restraint?"
"Restraint? Please! As the world's oldest virgin, aren't you even a little tempted to give it a shot? If you won't get desperate, I'll get desperate for you! Come on, don't be shy—boost your inner power and finally ditch that embarrassing 'old virgin' title. Two birds, one stone!" The Queen rattled off all sorts of tempting perks.
"Get outta here! Who are you trying to fool? All you ever do is tease me with your mouth—if you really meant it, you'd never act like this. Playing shy? So not your style! You'd pounce like a hungry tiger, rip the clothes off with a cackle, and then whip out the riding crop for some full-blown domination. That's your real M.O.!" Jack's eyebrow twitched. Seriously, messing with me? This is like playing house, but you're talking to yourself. The more you think about it, the more tragically lonely it gets!
Besides, are you sure if we did it, it would actually count as ending my virgin streak? If that's the case, sorry girl, you're late—Little Zuo is my official main squeeze...
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You really do get me!" The Queen clapped The Teacher on the shoulder, then reached out and tugged his face, squinting at his expression and nodding in satisfaction. "Yep, that's more like it. Now you've got the right look."
The Teacher instantly slapped away her mischievous hand: "Stop with those narcissistic lines, you're making my gums ache from cringe."
"Hmph, I may not know what you're thinking every second, but I know you're off today." The Queen dropped the jokes and walked shoulder to shoulder with The Teacher, grumbling as they climbed, "Think back—this isn't how you used to be. Remember when you trained with Dr. Thomas Tang? Compare that to now. Are you really the same person?"
"Uh..." Jack suddenly found himself speechless. It's true—if he really thought back, the Jack from the Dr. Tang era was way different. He used to be more jumpy, more... well, 'mischievous' fits. Somehow, bit by bit, he turned into this. Jack stared ahead and sighed: "I get what you mean, but that's just growing up. And honestly, I don't think there's anything wrong with how I am now."
"But I think you've been bottling stuff up. Worried about the future, worried about the world, worried about what some big change might do to your folks, worried if you can protect everyone." The Queen kicked off, leaping ten meters up the rocky slope—they were actually climbing a stone mountain. She stood at the top, turned to look down at The Teacher, her hair whipping in the wind, eyes sharp as lightning: "But I don't think you need to stress about any of that."
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Jack paused, leaning lightly against the bare rock beside him. Compared to the forest below, they were already more than two thousand meters up—the mountain wind howled. Jack gazed at the hills below, deep in thought: "You really think I shouldn't worry?"