■ Younger man (by a century) ‖ A way through the trials of gods and ghosts ‖ No evil gods, no livestreaming
■ Hard-headed and harder to kill · modern college student · championship-level Jiahao seme × all action, no words · pampered Republican-era young master · aloof and proud uke
The first time Ji Zhaoyu entered a dungeon, Xiang Jian sat on top of him and pointed a knife at his chest.
Got it! He's my destined teammate!
The first time Ji Zhaoyu left a dungeon, Xiang Jian took him back to his Republican-era ancestral home and tied him to the headboard under the pretext of driving out evil spirits.
Got it! He's my heaven-sent partner!
The second time Ji Zhaoyu entered a dungeon, he turned the tables and mounted Xiang Jian, repaying him in kind. The people who came to surround and attack Xiang Jian were so shocked they didn't know what to do.
See? I'm really an amazing teammate!
The second time Ji Zhaoyu left a dungeon, he tricked Xiang Jian into coming back to his place. While they washed dishes, brushed their teeth, and watched a movie, he carefully discussed how to help Xiang Jian achieve his goal and reclaim the top spot, despite being surrounded by enemies and constantly tripped up.
See? I'm really an amazing partner!
As for all of the above, Xiang Jian said he didn't get it. If Ji Zhaoyu hadn't fought, grabbed, cried, and made a scene, he wouldn't even have bothered to show him any respect.
Xiang Jian: Are you sick?
Ji Zhaoyu: I can learn.
--- [Bonus Scene]---
|Twentieth Century|
Just as Ji Zhaoyu squeezed out of the crowd, something hit him on the head. Then he was tied up and carried onto the huge red platform in front of a martial arts school.
Wait, what is going on? A martial arts tournament to find a spouse? That's way too feudal. No thanks!
But the students from the martial arts school were all burly men, and no matter how hard Ji Zhaoyu struggled, he couldn't fight off eighteen hands with just his two fists.
Just then, he spotted Xiang Jian in a suit, smiling as he watched the show from within the crowd.
So Ji Zhaoyu, whose mind had just gotten around to wondering,