Is the Guide Reborn?

“Is this Cen Zhen from White Tower Grade 3, Class 12?”

“Yes.” 

“What is your relationship with the missing Sentinel Yao Jin and Guide Pan?” 

“……” Cen Zhen thought for a moment, the message from Yao Jin and the image of Pan crying while holding up the glass inexplicably flashed through his mind. 

“Friends.” He said. 

The Guide sitting right in front of him was casually sketching something on the terminal, observing the micro-expressions on Cen Zhen’s face deeply. The Guide had seen too many people in his career, some were unconventional and outgoing, and they could talk on and on for a full three minutes when he just asked one question. Naturally, there were also reserved and introverted people like the one in front of him, regardless of the emotions or the pheromones, they all disappeared into these calm eyes. 

“To ensure the authenticity of the statement, can you release your spiritual body going forward?” In order to ease the pressure in this sentence, the Guide took the initiative to release his spiritual body; an elegant emperor penguin with black fur like a natural suit on it, and the orange-yellow feathers under the neck were the finishing touch of the bow tie. 

Cen Zhen nodded, and the next moment he released the snow leopard. The carnivorous spiritual body different from ordinary Guides surprised everyone present, but it only attracted a few extra glances. The emperor penguin Guide coughed lightly and continued to ask questions. 

Zhou Qingchang had previously suggested that the union might send someone to investigate. Sure enough, a Guide contacted Cen Zhen that afternoon and after showing his ID, he invited him to an empty classroom for questions. The work efficiency was very high. 

But this inquiry was destined to have no results. In fact, in this series of conversations, the only useful words from Cen Zhen from beginning to end were: Yao Jin has a friend named Hong Xing, maybe he knows something. 

The Guide in charge of documentation meticulously wrote down this sentence, and the inquirer nodded, indicating that their colleagues had contacted the student and would conduct routine questioning later. 

“If you have any ideas, or think of something unusual or strange, no matter how insignificant, you can contact us at any time.” The Guide sent by the union stood up and politely raised his hand to the door to Cen Zhen, indicating that he could leave. 

Cen Zhen bought dinner for himself and brought the cafeteria’s highly recommended Sentinel set meal that had just been released for Lian Yu. When he opened the door, he did not see that familiar person. Even the pheromones left in the room were very faint. 

He finished his dinner alone and reviewed some during-class and after-class notes from yesterday in the dormitory. When he came to his senses, the clock had already pointed to ten o’clock, and Lian Yu had not returned. 

“…” Cen Zhen opened the terminal and sent a message to Lian Yu. Because he was not sure what the other party was doing, he did not rashly request the voice chat. After confirming the message was delivered, he got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. When everything was over, he lay on the bed. The missing Sentinel still has not replied. After waiting nearly an hour, Cen Zhen turned off the lights at 23:59 on time. The room suddenly fell into darkness, and a dim yellow night light lit up on the desk not far away. 

The night light is in the shape of a cute duck. Lian Yu bought it from Star Net one day. It is from the same store as his shampoo and aromatherapy. Aromatherapy is the No. 1 most popular among cat Guides, and this duck night light is the most popular flashy useless product of all time among Guides. 

The slogan is “Life needs a sense of ritual”, which instantly hits Lian Yu’s G-spot. If Cen Zhen isn’t the one who’s in possession of his hundred million assets, Lian Yu might have cleared out all the products in the store that day. Cen Zhen looked at the pre-order list that Lian Yu had made and started to delete from the second item, a scented candle. When he deleted the strawberry milk, a vein popped out on the back of his hand. Lian Yu continued to add fuel to the fire by saying, “Don’t you like strawberry flavor the most?” 

Mr. Cen, who likes the strawberry flavor, immediately cleared the entire list with one click, leaving only the little yellow duck night light at the top, which was also a way to save some face for Mr. Lian, who was afraid of the dark. 

Cen Zhen didn’t like light when he slept, so most of the time this duck could only gather dust in the cabinet. The night light probably didn’t expect that it would see the light of day again one day, glowing and giving warmth to guide the playful Sentinels home. 

In a daze, Cen Zhen vaguely felt the quilt covering him being lifted and heard the rustling of clothes against the sheets. The bed also shook slightly. Because the smell of the visitor was too familiar, almost engraved in the soul, Cen Zhen still let himself stay in a light sleep and only hid slightly in the bed when Lian Yu, with a body full of moisture, pressed against his back. 

Lian Yu smiled maliciously, as if he had found something interesting, and deliberately touched Cen Zhen’s dry and warm neck with his hand that was still wet. 

Because they had been permanently marked, and Cen Zhen’s physical power was high, he didn’t have to worry about being forcibly marked by a strange Sentinel breaking into the door in the middle of the night, so for comfort, he would take off the neck strap when he slept. Influenced by Earth’s concept of privacy for twenty years, Cen Zhen probably couldn’t understand even after decades how tempting his naked neck was to a Sentinel. 

In Lian Yu’s eyes, Cen Zhen’s behavior was no different from not wearing pajamas. He was full of temptation, seduction, and defenselessness. 

Cen Zhen’s eyes remained closed while Lian Yu sexually touched his neck half asleep and half awakened. He couldn’t help but shrink his neck and hide in the corner. Unfortunately, his forehead was against the wall and he couldn’t retreat. Lian Yu’s smile became more intense, his eyes curved like the crescent moon on the branches outside the window, and the night light was on conscientiously. The warm light melted all the tiredness within him when he saw it outside, he couldn’t wait to enter the room with overwhelming momentum and climbed through the window. 

Cen Zhen was finally awakened by the cold fingertips touching his neck once again. He turned around unhappily, and his deep blue eyes, still tired, met Lian Yu’s green eyes in the dim light. The Sentinel’s light golden long hair was the most eye-catching silk in the night. The owner generously presents it for people to see. Because the place of display was the mattress, the background was Lian Yu’s round shoulders and concave collarbone, which added sexiness, tempting one to contaminate and destroy it. 

Being messed with multiple times in the middle of the night and waking up to extreme coldness, even people who don’t get grumpy when getting up can feel annoyed. Lian Yu blinked and was about to quibble, but saw Cen Zhen holding his hands with a sullen face and whispered: “Why is it so cold.” 

Then cover his hands on his chest to warm up, and then pull the quilt that fell under his shoulders back to cover the necks of them both. After doing these things, Cen Zhen closed his eyes again. In the few seconds when Lian Yu was stunned, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he fell asleep again. 

“……” 

For a moment, Lian Yu’s heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe. It twitched in his chest, showing its presence, but he dared not move, not even to breathe heavily, but just stared at Cen Zhen without blinking. 

Even Lian Yu didn’t know what he was looking at. It seemed to be Cen Zhen’s long black eyelashes, or the tip of his nose, or perhaps the lips that he had tasted and tasted good. 

All of this belonged to him… The Sentinel held the treasure that belonged to him alone and was reluctant to close his eyes. 

* 

Cen Zhen had a dream. He dreamed that Lian Yu came back in the middle of the night and said that he had been to Antarctica today and brought him a codfish to eat. Cen Zhen refused to eat it, but Lian Yu insisted on giving it to him. During the shove, the cold codfish jumped into his arms, and Cen Zhen was suddenly awakened by the cold. 

When he opened his eyes, there were no codfish in his arms, only Lian Yu’s hand, which had been warmed to the point of steaming. 

“Awake?” Lian Yu leaned against the bedside, operating the terminal with one hand. If it wasn’t for the operation that absolutely required a hand, he would not have reluctantly pulled his right hand out of Cen Zhen’s arms two hours ago. 

The dormitory was made like a secret agent headquarters, with floating interfaces with dense small characters everywhere. Cen Zhen also half sat up, not in a hurry to get up, but half leaned on the pillow like Lian Yu, “When did you come back? Did you sleep?” 

“A little after 2 o’clock,” Lian Yu yawned after being reminded of Cen Zhen’s words, “Thanks to you, I didn’t sleep.” 

Hearing this, Cen Zhen frowned, not understanding why he made Lian Yu insomniac. Lian Yu didn’t want him to think about this question, and suddenly turned his head and smiled, “Cen Zhen, do you want to go out and play?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I have a clue about the whereabouts of Yao Jin and Pan, but I’m still confirming if it’s true. If it is this route… ” Lian Yu was extremely excited, “That would be much more interesting than the Space Expo!” 

“……” 

“But first we have to solve the problem of getting a spacecraft.” Lian Yu licked his lips and wanted to get straight to work as he talked. The blue light of the virtual screen was reflected in his green eyes. He started to get hold of transportation with his fingers flying. “By the way, let’s make Qu help us apply and get approval for an official end-of-the-month vacation. He still owes me one request anyway.” 

“Also, do you want to bring Chen Wuyou? Isn’t he a miracle doctor in the novel?” 

Cen Zhen had just woken up from a good night’s sleep and his reaction hadn’t caught up. By the time his slow brain cells were officially working, Lian Yu had already typed ten messages to Chen Wuyou, as excited as a primary school student on a field trip. 

“What good things happened to you outside yesterday?” Cen Zhen asked. Lian Yu tilted his head in confusion, “Why do you ask it like that?” 

“I feel that you are happier than usual.” 

Lian Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, “I did encounter good things… but not outside.” 

“…” Cen Zhen raised his eyes, realized something, and said, “Yesterday I dreamed of a cold little fish, swimming around in my chest.” 

Lian Yu laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, and showed his left hand in front of Cen Zhen, “Look at my hand, doesn’t it look like the slippery fish in your dream? ” 

“…” Cen Zhen slapped the annoying ‘little fish’ away, “Where did Yao Jin and Pan go?” 

“Don’t change the subject, what else did you dream about? Did the fish swim to any sensitive places, such as the two peach blossoms on the snow?” 

“Peach blossoms?” 

“Well…the color is not that light, so it must be hibiscus flowers?” “

“The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets.” Amidst the laughter, Chen Wuyou’s message arrived: I have something to do and can’t leave, I have a headache, a real headache…Drinking will cause me trouble, I will never drink again in my life! 

 

Original Author’s Note: 

Chen Wuyou: One misstep will lead to eternal regret

Translator’s Note: I got another chapter coming tomorrow! Catching up with the pace, working towards finishing this novel this year 💪