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thedummysdummy · 1 year

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S2 Ch 44: The Other Side

Obviously this is VERY spoilery. But I couldn't help but consider Victor's side, so here we are.

Of course the first words out of her mouth were an exclamation of jubilation. But more importantly, the first word out of her mouth was my name. The whirlwind of emotion which had taken hold of my heart during the last few minutes had not yet ceased; in fact, it simply glowed with the fires of relief and pride.

“Hmm, I heard everything.”

The first order of business was to get the girl out of the pool and back into my arms where she belonged. I paused at the water’s edge, a memory I’d only recently regained turning slowly behind my eyes like a glittering crystal. The girl had jumped into a pool such as this before, hadn’t she? Images of a crimson dress hugging her wet form and diamond earrings catching the glow of the pool lights superimposed themselves over her now and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The memories felt both foreign and familiar, her arms around my neck, her lips on mine for the very first time…

I blinked and lowered my arm, realizing I’d presented the completely incorrect angle in my memorial stupor. Thoughts lingered on the surface of my parted lips, but somehow I didn’t have the strength to pry them from where they clung.

I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become.

I love you.

I…have to go away soon. I don’t know when I will return.

No, no, absolutely not. Promises not made were promises that could not be broken, and saying goodbye was a promise of a new hello. And the word ‘goodbye’ tasted like a stream of acid burning its way from my trembling lips down my dry throat and directly into my quivering heart.

She stared at me, the confusion evident in the deep pools of her irises. It seems she had something to say as well, but I did not know if I could handle hearing her voice. The handkerchief she’d so tenderly placed on my breast sprung to mind and I pulled it from my pocket, wanting to remove the droplets of water from her face as quickly as possible. The way they ran down her cheeks too closely resembled tears and I knew I couldn’t handle her tears in this moment.

Yet I found myself removing those precious droplets with the utmost care, memorizing the curves of her face beneath my fingertips. The way her nose ended softly, the high arch of her brows. Her jaw, so often these days set with determination to match the burning fire in her intense eyes.

It seemed she sensed my hesitation as I saw a flicker of sadness in her posture. She’d gotten nearly as good at reading me as I had her, it seemed, but as usual the girl simply lifted her chin and flashed me a big smile.

“See? This gift is very handy, isn’t it?”

All I could do was sigh helplessly as the most tender word in my vocabulary slipped out. “Dummy.”

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Dealing with the press was certainly something familiar and almost mundane. Their questions, though irritating, were nothing I couldn’t handle. Mr. Meng did his utmost best to throw me off while appearing friendly, but such things were also well within my ability to handle.

What did echo in my chest, however, was a sense of urgency. I’d broken the rules and I knew my time was short. I could feel the grains of sand in my hourglass trickling away as the minutes passed. These were minutes wasted on them; minutes I should be spending with her.

She needed to be dry. She needed to be warm. She needed to spend as many of those minutes in my arms as possible. By the time we parted with the press and made it back to my car, exhaustion had begun to settle into the crevices where the adrenaline had been. I turned up the heat and began to drive, my thoughts a tangled ball of thread in my mind. The entire thing was coated with a bitterness which lingered on my hand after shaking Mr. Chang’s.

It took great effort to find the end of the thread and even more to begin following it, untangling and attempting to organize the stream which seemed only to re-knot itself behind my concentration. It wasn’t until only the sound of the engine broke the silence that I realized the girl had been speaking, but I hadn’t heard a word of it. “What were you just saying?”

Like a child she pulled at my sleeve with a frown pulling at her sweet face. “I was talking about that Meng Chang!”

Of course she was, what else would I expect? It took some time to find a complete thought with which to answer her; urgency colored any attempt at a casual response. All I could think about was what I saw when I shook that man’s hand. In the end, what came out was simply a warning. “Meng Cheng appears to be amiable on the surface, but is actually very shrewd. There will likely be further troubles down the road when dealing with him in the future.”

She had to know. She had to be prepared, because I knew I could not be at her side. But again I could not bring myself to give her any sort of warning as to that. “You should be more careful around him from now on.”

No surprise filled my heart when she immediately turned my warning back on me. For the time being she was correct, but would she even remember those three letters when the time came? Would ‘LFG’ mean anything in my absence? “Mm. Moving forward, I…” But the words stuck in my throat. There was no more I. There was only her and the strength she had gained which I had been unable to see past my own emotions.

She was as prepared as I could have made her, but that didn’t stop the sourness which was growing in the deepest parts of my soul.

I was grateful, then, when she attempted to lightheartedly change the subject. She obviously sensed my hesitation, but I was grateful she chose not to push. Or so I thought…”So what was going through your mind when you saw me falling into the pool? After all, a certain someone seemed to be hemming and hawing when he came running…Victor, do you have something you wanted to say to me, but feel a little embarrassed to say out loud?”

So she had noticed. The same thoughts began again swirling in my mind and I somehow wondered if she had gained some power of telepathy. However, her continuation somewhat rested my soul. I can’t help but chuckle at her surety. “I do have something to say to you. But for something so important, does a certain someone really want to hear it in the car?”

Her light protest and my resulting quip almost allowed me to forget what I actually needed to tell her. The familiar flow of our conversation sat heavily on my chest while simultaneously lifting my heart. I wanted the rest of our time to be perfect. If I could have only one more night before my life faded to midnight, I could only wish for it to be the most beautiful night possible.

“Also, have you forgotten something?”

She looked at me with confusion and amusement creeped into my voice. “The two lantern festival tickets that were placed inside the proposal, were they simply for me to take a look at?” I watched with amusement as she rediscovered them and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I even thought that perhaps it was a special surprise you prepared…but now it appears a certain dummy herself has forgotten about it.”

Disappointment seems to dim the color in her eyes as she notices the time. “At my side, you will always have enough time.” But myself? I’d simply have to make the time I had left be enough time.

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Could she tell how desperately I held her hand as we weaved our way through the streets of the festival, a sky of lantern-stars surrounding us as if we strolled through the very heavens. Her arm goes taut as the girl stops and I pause one step later, looking back to see the light and shadows dancing across her face. She seems deep in thought as another memory springs unbidden to my mind.

“Are you planning to write ‘may all wishes come true’ again?”

The words slip out with very little thought; my mind was still wrapped up in reliving this memory I was experiencing for the first time…again. It made very little sense, yet I was more grateful now for the ‘extra time’ than I could ever have predicted. It felt, somehow, like a small gift offered as condolence for what was to come.

She seems surprised and I simply point at her face with a chuckle. I long ago learned to read you, my dearest dummy, I wanted to say, but simply gave her the most subtle of smiles and pinched her finger. In this moment I would have found a way to give her the moon if she asked. An ice cream seemed the most mundane of wishes, but something within me sighed with relief. It was a promise I could surely keep. “Sure, what flavor do you want?” Her mumbling and stumbling at my acceptance caused me to laugh a much-needed laugh. “There isn’t any here, but let’s go check out the place up ahead. The path ahead of us is still very long.”

I took her hand again, hoping that I had been correct. There was no doubt in my mind that we could find the ice cream she’d so brashly requested, and the physical distance ahead of us did, indeed, hold plenty of opportunity. However, I felt the path of our time together crumbling at our feet. We weave our way casually through the crowd, the beating of my heart outpacing the stride of my feet.

I know I should tell her. But where do I begin?

In the end, I didn’t have to broach it at all. My hand swayed and I turned my head slightly to meet her dazzling eyes. “Mr. ‘deliberately being mysterious’ CEO Victor, can you tell me now? What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?”

All I could do was brush the question aside with a quip and carry on as if the words weren’t chewing on my throat and tongue. I was favored at that moment as my eyes fell on a certain sign. We paused on a small bridge where I stepped a little closer and stared deeply into her eyes. In those eyes I could see every moment of multiple lifetimes and I reveled in them, feeling their warmth soaking into the cold places in my heart for a moment. If given enough time they may have thawed it completely, but I didn’t think I could handle what came next with a heart of flesh.

My eyes broke away from her face and I deflected by pointing at the sign I had spotted ahead. “It seems a certain someone’s wish is about to come true immediately.” The current of emotions were clear on her face. Surprise and joy mingled with frustration evident in her clenched hands. All I can do is chuckle and brush her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I’ll never break the promises I’ve made to you. So, before that, let’s satisfy the wish of a certain dummy first.”

She took the bait. I knew she would. But I didn’t expect her ‘condition.’ “Then you wait for me here!”

Immediately my response was to deny and catch hold of her hand. This path of ours diverged any step now, and the thought of letting her go felt as if my own body was being torn in half. “Do you really need a sense of mystery to buy ice cream?” came from my lips, but what I meant was “Do you really need to leave me alone in these last moments of agony? Can’t you see how desperately I want you to stay by my side until the very last possible moment? Hold my hand. Look into my eyes. Tell me every detail of your life. Be your childish, impish, exasperating, perfect self.

“Tell me that you love me.”

But my earlier realization returned to my mind. Who was the real dummy? She could stand on her own two feet, now. And sooner or later, I was going to have to let her go. And so I began to laugh, both at her ‘deal’ and at myself. “Childish…Then remember to walk a little faster. The lantern show is about to start.”

My eyes lingered on her familiar form as it disappeared into the crowd. My heart burned each time she turned back to check that I hadn’t moved, almost as if she knew that I would soon be leaving again. Each time I smiled and waved her on, shaking my head slightly in amusement. Such an endearing little dummy.

But as she walked away, I began to feel an increasing sense of concern. Surely it was just anxiety of breaking my promise to stay here until her return against my will causing my heart to beat faster and my palms to sweat. I pushed those damp palms into my pockets and leaned against the railing to await her return.

The moment she emerged from the shop, my eyes returned to their magnetic north. There was a bounce and a sense of haste in her gait and I could feel her eyes on me, as well. Some portion of me wished to push through the gathered crowd and return to her side, but I forced myself to allow her to return to my side on her own.

All around me, lanterns began rising into the air. They obscured my view with their gently glowing forms, through which I squinted to keep track of the girl.

“Victor!”

I hear her voice and the smile on my face grows as I turn in her direction. I still couldn’t see her clearly, but I knew that only moments stood between us. My senses were enveloped by the flickering of candles and the shouts of excited festival goers, but the girl pauses with confusion in her eyes. A cold feeling of dread douses the fire in my stomach as I look into those pools. So, the time has come.

Despite all my preparations for this exact moment, I feel a sourness filling my nose and throat, causing me to swallow hard to keep back the threatening mistiness in my eyes. I called her by name, hoping that I could at least leave her with a few parting words. “Remember to continue doing what you have to do.”

But her response simply confirms my fears. “...Do you know me? Who are you?” She moved closer to me and I felt my hands straining to reach out and pull her into my arms. Her struggle is obvious as she stares at me, grasping her chest in pain. Every cell in my body screamed that I needed to comfort her. I needed to brush her hair away from her cheek and tell her that everything would be fine. “Vi…ctor.”

She repeats my name again and again, seeming to find less and less meaning in it with each repetition. I attempt a smile and shake my head slightly. “That’s fine. I’ll leave now.” Against my nature I turn and take a step away from her, feeling as if the air around me had turned to gelatin which I struggled to step through. At that exact moment, the crowd grew particularly excited and I allowed myself to slip away into its depths, quickly sweeping me away from my northern star.

Amidst the streaming beams of brightly-colored fireworks, I found the world around me fading away. And with it, I felt my memories trickling away into the grains of sand which began falling around me.

I find myself standing in a vast desert with only the presence of a small boy next to me. “Are you ready to bear the price?” he asks and I find myself nodding through the tears which I could feel on my cheeks. I didn’t know why they were there, who this boy was, or what I must have done, but somehow I knew I’d been preparing for this.

My feet scatter bits of broken glass as I step through them, following the little boy deeper into the desert.

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sylvia-forest · 1 year

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[CN] Shaw's Upcoming S2 CH 38 - 40 karma

If it's to see you, anywhere is fine.

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[R&S - Life is a long road]

“If there is no straight path, then let's feel life to the fullest in the bumps.”

Like an unrestrained declaration, the soaring music suddenly cut through the dull air. In the front, Shaw plucked the strings quickly and played a leaping melody with Randal in tacit understanding. Jensen looked at him and roared higher and higher.

Each note is a rebellious and vigorous life force that strikes the soul through hearing.

-- “Rock and roll can continue”

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#THAT SOFT PAT ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ #FINALLY SOME SWEET MOMENT AFTER GOING THROUGH SO MUCH HELL #AND THEY'RE ON A BUS PLZ DON'T TELL ME IT'S THAT FATED BUS ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ #mlqc season 2 #mlqc spoilers #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc cn #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice

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shinydelirium · 2 years

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Kiro’s Rumors and Secrets: Behind the Door (门扉之后）Season 2 Ch. 30-33 Translation [CN]

***WARNING*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For this R&S, it’s not necessary to read the new chapter first. However, I suggest having some tissues nearby because I was a complete mess towards the end. I won’t say much but this R&S is all I could ever ask for and I’m wondering why it wasn’t released 2-3 years ago. I was literally screaming when I read the first few sentences and I’m sure Kiro stans will be very satisfied as well. I know I sound like a broken record every time new Kiro content is released but this R&S definitely deserves to be in my top 5 favorite R&S. Once again the writing is *chef’s kiss*.

Without further ado, enjoy~

At last, he pushed open the cold, heavy door and took the first step called bravery.

[Chapter 1]

Within the depths of consciousness, sharp bursts of repeated knocks could be heard.

The boy vaguely remembered the sound. In the laboratory, the thumping noises were often accompanied by the chilling sound of medical instruments. Soon after, a man in a white coat will look for another place to stick the needle into his arm which was already full of pinholes…

Thinking of this, his body shuddered uncontrollably. His eyes flew open—

Bright sunlight peeked in through the gaps between the curtains, casting a halo around the bay window. The familiar and numbing smell of disinfectant seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a faint sweet fragrance in the air.

The boy gave a few sniffs and looked around him dully until he saw a man from the corner of his eye sitting with his back facing him.

He gripped the sheets under him.

What is this place? Why…am I here?

The boy tried to recall what happened, but his mind was in a chaotic mess. He couldn’t remember anything. Only a vague and gentle voice of comfort from a little girl.

“You’re awake?”

The sudden voice startled him and the boy sat up in a panic. At the same time, the man with silver hair and strange black markings on his arm stood up from his seat and came towards him.

A face he had never seen before made his heart beat faster. Every part of his body was on high alert.

“Don’t be afraid. There’s no one here to hurt you.”

Sensing the boy’s fear, the man smiled and stopped a few steps away from the bed, “Does it hurt anywhere? Are you hungry?”

He was used to the unconcerned reprimands in the orphanage but this soft and tentative voice surprised the boy for a moment. However, this didn’t soothe him for long. The unfamiliar environment continued to wreak havoc on his nerves.

He lowered his head and frantically fumbled around with his hands, trying to find the bear that was always with him. As long as he holds it, it won’t be so painful.

Except the bear is gone.

A hollow feeling settled in his heart and he felt like he was falling. Trying to grab hold of something, he clenched and unclenched his fingers as he rubbed his thighs together, faster and faster.

The fragile skin quickly turned red and it burned.

But he still felt like he was about to suffocate.

[Chapter 2]

“What’s wrong?”

The man’s mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something else.

There was a buzzing in the boy’s ears. All sounds became ethereal. His eyes kept darting at every corner of the room—

But the bear was nowhere in sight. Did it get thrown away…?

He bit his lip and wanted to ask this man to return the bear to him. If he did, he’ll behave.

When he turned his head to ask, the man was standing in a corner talking on the phone in a low voice. A few words drifted over to him.

“His reaction was more severe than expected……sedatives? Is that necessary?”

Instinctively, the boy’s hand jerked and his fingernail left a long scratch on his pale thigh.

“Sedatives” are bad things because of the memories that came with them. They involved needles.

Almost immediately, he felt his arms ache and beads of cold sweat ooze from his forehead.

Is he getting another injection? Is the man angry because he “misbehaved” just now?

That’s right, as long as he behaves, he won’t be beaten or scolded nor will he be held down for an injection. The boy kept telling himself to be good.

So, he pressed his trembling legs tightly together along with those little hands on top, trying his best to appear well-behaved.

He doesn’t want any more injections. They hurt too much.

From the corner of his eye, the man put away his phone. His body jolted on reflex. But the man didn’t approach him. As if remembering something, he walked to the window and reached out his hand to open the half-closed curtain.

Sunlight flooded into the room making the boy squint his eyes.

“Little guy, is this what you were looking for?”

On the windowsill, a little bear sat quietly under the sunshine. The boy recognized his bear instantly. His tearful eyes widened.

“Sorry, I had it bask in the sun without asking your permission.”

The man casually shrugged and then went back to the computer. For a while, there was only the sound of tapping from the computer in the room.

The boy glanced at the man with his back to him. He quickly ran to the window, grabbed the bear, and went back to the bed.

The little bear was warm from the sun and even his body became warm.

Maybe it was because he found the bear or perhaps he realized that this man meant him no harm, the boy slightly raised his head again, staring at this strange man.

Who is he? Did he bring him here?

Sensing his gaze, the man turned around. He shook violently and hugged the bear closer to him.

“I’m called KEY.” The man gave him a heart-warming smile.

“It’s very safe here. No one will hurt you.”

As though he didn’t hear him, the boy looked down at the bear in his arms, leaned in close to its ear and whispered quietly in his heart—

Sorry, I almost lost you.

[Chapter 3]

Time passed slowly for half a month.

The boy’s attitude towards the man, who he was fearful of at first, gradually turned into confusion.

Because back at the orphanage, when everyone found out that he was “mute”, no one wanted to talk to him anymore. But this man called KEY didn’t seem to care and even found all kinds of delicious food for him every day. Like today, for example—

After looking at all the food on the table, the boy silently reached out his hand towards the chocolate-covered cake.

“There’s nothing you can’t eat so feel free to have whatever you want. After all, a well-fed kid is a happy one.”

The boy didn’t speak. He silently glanced at the paper cup KEY was holding—he drinks it every day so surely it must taste good?

He thought KEY wouldn’t notice his small movements, but in the next second, the paper cup was placed in front of him.

“Wanna try?”

The boy took a cautious sip. The bitter taste instantly hit his tongue. It reminded him of the dark and bitter medicine he had been forced to drink many times in the past. He hurriedly put the cup back down with a frown on his face.

“That’s a rare sight to see.” KEY smiled and put a hamburger into his hands, “Go on and eat it, it’s delicious.”

An irresistible aroma wafted from the burger. The boy’s gaze shifted to another place as he took a bite of the burger in his hand. In the next moment, his cheeks were quickly stuffed.

“You like it? Eat as much as you want.”

The boy contemplated, reaching out for the cake, salad….anything he could get his hands on.

“Save me a plate…” KEY shook his head with a laugh and took another sip of coffee.

Such peaceful times, day after day.

The boy felt the fear gripping his heart slowly begin to fade but in addition to this, KEY wanted to give him more—

“Little guy, you’re always staying in your room and holding your bear every day. Aren’t you bored?”

“This is your home. You can go wherever you want to.”

The boy didn’t know what “home” meant but he was a little curious about exploring outside the room.

So the following day, he quietly opened the door but bumped into KEY as he was walking in. Seeing KEY’s surprised look, he froze as if he had done something bad. But the scolding he was expecting never came. KEY only smiled at him and turned sideways to let him pass.

At this moment, the boy suddenly realized—KEY never wanted to lock him up.

It turned out that this big place is called “home”.

Since then, the boy’s range of activities extended to the rest of the house.

He would run to the study room and look at the various cartoon models of KEY’s collection on the bookshelf. He would also sit on the bay window and look out at the rows of residential buildings and flower beds down below.

Now and then, birds flapped their wings as they flew off towards the horizon…slowly, a small seed began to take root inside the boy’s heart.

Until finally, one morning when KEY was out, he decided to take a little peek of what it was like behind the door.

He took a deep breath and walked to the door, slowly reaching for the lock…

With a click, the door opened easily.

Before he even realized it, one foot was already over the threshold. The boy looked up and saw the long staircase ahead.

If he kept walking along here, will he be able to truly see the world beyond?

The boy just stood there silently for a long time until a long whistle came from across the street. Without knowing, his body trembled. He withdrew his foot, closed the door, and quickly ran back to his room.

That night, the boy had many dreams—

A little girl whose face he couldn’t make out stood in a sea of flowers, smiling at him. But the moment he ran towards her, the flowers and the girl suddenly disappeared, and he found himself lying on that all-too familiar and ice-cold operating table. He also heard mournful cries of despair…it sounded like voices of other companions.

He was back again…

The boy shut his eyes in fear but KEY’S figure appeared again and again in the darkness. A strong emotion he couldn’t understand rose up. Almost at the same time, the boy opened his eyes, struggling to get off the operating table, and ran out.

He wants to go back. Back to that warm place.

Before, the boy thought the world was so cold and bleak, except for the little bear. The warmth he had had was short-lived.

But it’s different now. He has a place called home. He loves it more than sweets and cakes.

So he kept running faster and faster until he finally found a glimmer of light at the end. Without thinking any further, he took a step and rushed in…

When he opened his eyes again, a milky white ceiling came into view along with something fluffy in his arms. It seemed to be telling him that what happened just now was only a dream.

But the lingering terror from the nightmare made him unable to close his eyes. Maybe he should check to make sure.

Hugging the bear tightly, he quietly pushed open the door to KEY’s room.

Looking at KEY sleeping, the boy reached out his little hand and lightly touched his cheek. It was so soft and so warm.

It really was only a dream just now. This is real.

But for some reason, the boy’s heart became astringent and warm, like a bird flying in the wind and rain until it finally found a warm nest where it could sleep peacefully.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

A soft voice came to him and the boy noticed that KEY had woken up. Under the moonlight, he saw a pair of gentle eyes looking back at him which made him nod his head vigorously.

KEY couldn’t help but smile. He patted the space next to him, “Come here. I’ll tell you a story. Then, you won’t be so scared.”

The boy stood there, hesitating.

But KEY didn’t force him.

He knew that it would take a lot of courage for the child to trust others again. Therefore, he will wait patiently.

At last, clutching the bear in his arms the boy carefully laid down beside KEY. He huddled into a tiny ball under the quilt, only his moist blue eyes were peeking out underneath.

KEY felt the softest part of his heart being touched. After tucking the boy into the quilt, he laid back down.

“Let me tell you the story of Papa Bear and Little Bear…”

KEY spoke earnestly and the boy listened with rapt attention. After a while, the boy felt drowsy. He closed his eyes and moved closer to him as though he was seeking warmth.

The corner of KEY’s mouth lifted up. In the next second, he seemed to hear a soft and somewhat hoarse murmur. He couldn’t help holding his breath—

For the first time, the boy said his name.

[Chapter 4]

Today, the weather was fine which was rare. When the boy woke up, the sun was almost in the middle of the sky. The door to the living room rang and he heard KEY calling to him.

“Get up, little guy. I brought your favorite cake and hamburger.”

The boy stepped over the bear cotton mop that KEY bought for him, opened the door and stuck his head out. His eyes lit up when he saw the colorful paper bag in his hand. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

For more than a month, no one else has ever come to the house. The boy couldn’t help but grab onto KEY’s clothes.

The easy-going smile on the man’s lips disappeared and his eyes showed a rare coldness as he stared at the door.

Seeing him show this expression for the first time, the boy shivered. Sensing his fear, KEY lowered his head. The coldness he had just now was replaced with a smile as he placed the paper bag into the boy’s hands and patted his head.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s just a guest. You go eat in your room and don’t come out.”

The boy could tell that the “guest” outside was unkind so he nodded obediently and hurried back to his room. As soon as the door closed, he immediately set down the bag and tiptoed closer to the door, putting his ear next to it. After a while, he could hear KEY and another person talking—

“You should know how dangerous that test subject’s powers are.”

Test subject? …..Powers?

The words filled his heart with fear once more. The boy stretched out his shaking hand and carefully cracked open the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw KEY and an unfamiliar man standing face-to-face in the study room. Although he couldn’t see the other person’s face, the stranger appeared to be the same ones from the orphanage, exuding a subtle cold malice.

“….3684 is vital to our research. You must hand him over this instant!”

Those familiar numbers consumed his heart like a big ice cube. A chill instantly spread throughout his body.

It turns out that KEY, like those people, had to lock him up as well.

But he did it in a gentle way.

[Chapter 5]

Scattered rays of sunlight fell over the boy's body but he felt himself being engulfed in a cold black mist.

How could KEY be a bad person…

The boy bit his lip hard and wandered around the room in a daze. The familiar scenery here seemed to have turned into a monster with a mouth full of grinning sharp teeth, ready to devour him.

He felt as if he had gone back to that tiny dark room. Whether he was hiding under the quilt or under the table, that fear of falling into an ice cellar was always surrounding him.

Until he saw the little cabinet in the corner.

The cabinet was small and he didn’t know if he could squeeze inside but he just wanted to escape from here. So he took the bear and got in.

For a moment, it seemed like there was just him and the bear in his arms in the world. In the oxygen-deficient darkness, the boy felt a sense of security slowly returning to his body. This dark and narrow space was his only haven.

He closed his eyes and didn’t think about anything else.

He didn’t know how much time had passed until the sound of footsteps slowly came into the room. The boy recognized them as KEY’s footsteps when he walked.

Burying his head between his knees, the boy suppressed the whimper in his throat but he couldn’t stop the tears welling up in his eyes. A heavy, cold stone weighed down on his mind about to crush his already fragile heart.

Soon afterwards, the footsteps faded away and he raised his head in a daze, listening carefully to their movements—

KEY walking around the living room. A door opening and closing. Finally, he heard the tapping of a keyboard. It was the most comforting sound he heard in days.

Before long, the footsteps gradually came closer again, stopping right outside the cabinet door. The boy held his breath. His rumbling heart stirred up unknown complex emotions.

He wanted KEY to open the door but at the same time, he hoped he wouldn’t…

After a long time, a muffled but familiar voice came through the cabinet door.

“Little guy, were you…listening?”

The boy didn’t answer. A light sigh came from outside the door.

“Remember what I said, no one’s going to hurt you. I won't hurt you either.”

“You have a very strong power inside you. This power can release you from your shackles and you can be free.”

Hearing this, the boy’s eyelashes quivered slightly as he opened his eyes.

…Can he really be free?

As if answering his thoughts, KEY’s voice came from outside the door again.

“But it’s going to be a long, hard journey. You must be patient and endure all the hardships along the way.”

“I can teach you many things and help you become strong. As long as you’re willing to take the first step, you can leave everything else to me.”

“Because you’re not alone anymore.”

With such a kind voice, the boy couldn’t help but be reminded of that night when he was haunted by nightmares. That night was the most peaceful sleep he ever had.

Even the hot sun can’t compare to that little warmth inside the quilt.

Thinking of this, the boy helplessly looked down at the little bear in his arms.

Do you want to go outside? The little bear didn’t respond but the boy lifted his lips a little as if he knew the answer.

The next second, he raised his hand.

Slowly, a beam of light broke through the darkness. The boy saw KEY kneeling in front of the cabinet, smiling at him.

The boy tried to get out but it was too small. He struggled for a while and ended up falling back into the narrow darkness.

At the same time, a large hand reached out and gently held the boy’s wrist, pulling him out from the small, cramped world—

Then, a sudden warmth embraced him.

In his memory, the only “hug” he had was with a friend whose name he didn’t know back at the orphanage.

Without knowing why, warm tears spilled out from his eyes and the boy quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand.

Because good, well-behaved children can’t cry.

But KEY just rubbed the boy’s back and said in a steady, soft voice, “Go on and cry. Don’t worry about being loud.”

“This is your home. You can cry or laugh as much as you want. You are free.”

As if touching the most vulnerable place in the boy’s heart, at this very moment, he could no longer hold it in anymore.

His little hands tightly clutched KEY’s back, crying loudly, as if letting go all the pain he suffered in the past.

KEY didn’t say anything, only patting his back tenderly, over and over again.

Until the boy had no more tears left to cry, he slowly lifted his head and saw how embarrassing he looked in KEY’s eyes. He gave a shy laugh.

“Silly boy, laughing while crying.”

KEY couldn’t help laughing either as he lightly tapped the tip of the boy’s nose and hugged him even tighter.

After a while, he heard KEY softly say to him—

“From now on, you are just you.”

“The number 3684 doesn’t sound good at all. Let’s give you a name.”

“An irreplaceable name that belongs only to you.” ***And that’s how Kiro’s identity came to be***

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putufelisia · 1 year

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[ MLQC CHN ] SEASON 2 CHAPTER 38-40 PV

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harxvatat · 1 year

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Nibiiro no Yoake is so good, the vocals are heavenly ough

#{❀} singing my song at beep #mlqc anime season 2 when I'M YEARNING

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laxmiree · 2 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 3/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

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[Subbed Video, TURN ON CC!]

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—[Part 5]— Video Timestamp [31:11]

The kitchen is filled with all sorts of ingredients.

After studying a few recipes, Lucien starts by cleaning the vegetables one by one, arranging them neatly based on size and color.

I put the excess ingredients into the refrigerator and see him preparing to chop vegetables on the cutting board. His movements are meticulous yet unfamiliar.

MC: Do you want some help?

Lucien arches an eyebrow ever so slightly, then frees up one hand to pull me behind him, his voice gentle.

Lucien: Yes, then come closer and help me, okay?

I wrap my arms around Lucien from behind, adjusting his hand to control the force and posture of chopping vegetables.

MC: [smiles softly]...Are you sure about this?

Lucien: Mm, I'm not particularly skilled at this. This position makes it easy for you to correct me at any time.

I wrap my arm around him with some struggle. I can feel his heat seeping through our clothes, causing a slight warmth in my ears.

Unwittingly, I remember the first time I spent New Year's Eve with Lucien. He also once stood behind me and wrapped his arm around me under the pretext of learning to make dumplings.

MC: ...Then, I'll make an effort to not get distracted.

MC: It's better to cut in from this angle...

Two people working together noticeably accelerate the process. After the pot is ready, Lucien and I stand on either side of it, seasoning it together.

Seasonal vegetables lose their raw appearance in the sizzling hot oil, transforming into delectable dishes on the dining table.

MC: The colors are right, and the cuts are similar. At least in terms of appearance, we've perfectly replicated these dishes.

MC: I just wonder how they taste. These dishes look so good, they couldn't possibly be bad, right?

Lucien: They're definitely going to be delicious. After all, we made them together.

Lucien: However, in the coming year, I will try my best to break away from this lady’s help and lead this process independently.

MC: Hehe, it's okay if you don't break away.

MC: I'm happy to accompany you and enjoy this process together. Plus, occasionally being Professor Lucien's "guide", I couldn't ask for more.

Lucien glances at me with a smile on his face, then bends down to kiss me lightly on the eyes.

Lucien: [chuckle then KISS!!!!] Since I have your permission, I won't insist on proving myself anymore.

Lucien: In the days ahead, accompany me to tackle more complex menus.

At the dining table, Lucien picks up his chopsticks, slowly bringing each dish to his mouth. He chews carefully, seeming to savor the unique taste of each dish

Though it's just an ordinary lunch, he eats with exceptional seriousness.

Lucien: The change in cutting technique has a much greater impact on the crispness of the vegetables than I anticipated.

MC: It's subtle, isn't it? Even though the cooking method remains the same, just changing the cutting technique makes the texture much crispier!

Lucien: Hmm, it's also interesting to stew meat with fruits.

MC: Hehe, that's because fruit acids not only tenderize the muscle tissue but also blend in smoothly with the flavor.

Lucien: [chuckles] So, although all these dishes are delicious, I particularly enjoy the stew you've added your ingenuity to.

It's rare to see him provide detailed commentary on dishes beyond just "delicious", and I can't help but raise my chin in pride.

MC: I've actually made some observations before when cooking. Just a slight change in the dish can make a huge difference in taste!

MC: It's kind of like the difference between the front leg meat and the hind leg meat, very distinct!

Lucien's gaze, which was originally focused on tasting the dishes, shifts towards me. Under the lamplight, his eyes soften, as gentle as water flowing into a stream.

Lucien: This classmate's metaphors are always so imaginative.

Lucien: It seems like every inch of the world you perceive is so vibrant and intriguing—

Lucien: Just like these rich dishes, they can evoke a range of emotions and also spark inspiration.

I prop my chin up, looking at him with interest.

MC: If that's the case, then I also want to be the “fruit” in the stew, making Professor Lucien even "sweeter"~

MC: Every happy and interesting experience in my perception, I want you to experience them together with me~

Lucien's eyes soften, and he taps his knuckles gently on the table.

Lucien: [whispers] In that case, can we do something fun together right now?

My eyes light up, and I stand up, walking over to his side. I cup his face in my hands, smiling as we lock eyes.

MC: Of course, then... what do you want to do?

Before I finish speaking, Lucien's hand gently lowers my head, and he plants a light kiss on my lips.

Although it's just a gentle touch, and although the atmosphere isn't ambiguous, I feel my heart beating wildly due to the unexpected intimacy.

I look at him with a flushed face, seeing overflowing tenderness in his eyes, and a magnified reflection of myself.

Lucien: I want to thank this lady who “shares the world” with me.

Then, he leans down, slowly closing the distance between us—

Until our hearts and minds feel the same frequency, melding together into the gentle twilight.

As the last rays of twilight fall, Lucien invites me to experience the festival in this small town.

Lanterns adorned with festive decorations hang on the streetlights, and the air is filled with the scent of firecrackers.

As New Year's Eve approaches, there are already many stalls in the small night market, with couplets, paper-cut decorations, and various potted plants joyfully arranged together.

MC: These paper-cut decorations are quite ordinary, yet they're selling for two digits. They're not as pretty as the ones you've made, but I just bought something really nice!

I take out a box of pink, peach-shaped pastries and hand one to Lucien.

MC: "Longevity Peach Buns"~ Would you like to try one?

Lucien takes a bite, his brows furrowing momentarily as he examines the bun in his hand with a hint of skepticism.

Lucien: [smiles helplessly] I wouldn't recommend it.

Even Lucien, who isn't usually picky about food, expressed dissatisfaction with the bun, which piqued my interest.

I take a bite, and the dry bun with a hint of artificial flavoring fails to satisfy even basic taste expectations.

MC: Uh...!

MC: [unamused] Although it's not tasty, it does look festive... Let's just display it at home when we get back.

Lucien smiles and shakes his head, then picks up a set of spring festival couplets from a nearby stall.

Lucien: The wording on these couplets seems rather ordinary.

Lucien: I'm thinking, why don't we buy some raw materials and try writing our own couplets at home?

MC: Sounds good! Then when the God of Wealth arrives, he'll see that the couplets we've put up are heartfelt and sincere.

MC: If he's in a good mood, who knows, maybe we'll strike it rich~

From the "福" (fortune/blessings) character for the front door to the refrigerator and even the shoe cabinet, to the money tree for the entrance and the glowing little dragon...

As we chat and laugh, the bags we're carrying are already overloaded.

We load the bags into the car and return to our seats. Just as I start to fasten my seatbelt, Lucien pushes open the car door again.

Lucien: I suddenly remembered there's something else I need to buy.

MC: Then I'll go with you.

Lucien: No need, it's right nearby. I'll be back soon.

Before I could react, Lucien had already closed the car door and disappeared into the bustling crowd once again.

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—[Part 6]— Video Timestamp [36:42]

(T/N: if you haven't watched the video, please watch it from this timestamp! The BGM choice + voice acting really help set the mood~)

MC: What did Lucien go to buy...?

Snacks, or decorations? Before my thoughts can stray any further, Lucien's figure returns to the car with bags in hand.

MC: You're back!

The car door is pulled open, and along with Lucien’s scent, the chilly wind brings in a subtle smell... of gunpowder?

Lucien: [chuckles] I bought some fireworks...

MC: Oh~

Lucien: And firecrackers.

MC: [surprised] Eh?

I widen my eyes and look into the bag. Besides a few fireworks, there are…

MC: O- one-thousand-firecrackers-rolls and firework rockets?

Seeing my reaction, Lucien satisfactorily curls up the corners of his lips.

Lucien: As an "experiencer," of course I must try some sufficiently exciting things.

The car, loaded with goods, returns to our courtyard. Lucien parks the car and, together with me, we unroll the long red firecrackers on the ground.

The long firecrackers snake around like a red dragon lying on the ground, almost covering the entire courtyard.

I hold the lighter, watching the fuse that is about to ignite the firecrackers and can’t help but feel nervous in my heart.

MC: Lucien, could you, could you wait a moment? I'm not quite mentally prepared yet!

Lucien: [chuckles] Then allow me.

Lucien seems to chuckle softly. Before I can react, he has already struck the match, and the flame dances on his fingertips.

The fuse instantly ignites, speeding forward like a shooting star. I quickly grab Lucien's hand tightly, pulling him away as we run.

The next second, the firecrackers erupt like an awakened dragon, emitting a thrilling roar.

My body instinctively tenses, and I hastily cover Lucien's ears while he does the same for mine.

(the way they instinctively protect each other instead of themselves :”…)

His broad palm reassuringly shields those startling explosions.

Despite the barrier, my hearing becomes even more acute, listening as the firecrackers "rampage" through the courtyard.

I look at Lucien, in the faint red glow, his face is coated with a shimmering warm light, and from beginning to end, his lips are always brimming with a smile.

The bright light swiftly dashes through the dark night. After the long-lasting thousand blasts fade away, the air in the courtyard seems to have turned red.

Lucien waves his hand in front of him, trying to dispel the pungent smell of firecrackers, yet the smile on his lips never falters.

Lucien: Whether it's from the sense of hearing or the sense of smell... The stimulation I'm receiving is far more excessive than I anticipated.

MC: Many things you just have to experience firsthand to truly feel them!

MC: Just like I've come to realize, besides with the beauty of fireworks, Professor Lucien and the firecrackers are also quite "compatible"!

Lucien raises an eyebrow and takes out all the remaining fireworks and firecrackers from the car.

Lucien: That sentence sounds like a stereotypical impression of "Professor Lucien".

Lucien: Fortunately, tonight happens to be a good opportunity for "out with the old, in with the new."

The night sky stretches endlessly, as dark as a piece of black velvet, while the courtyard ground is scattered with remnants of red firecrackers.

Lucien stands between the darkness of the night and the redness around him, with the match he ignites in his hand being the only source of light around.

This glimmer of light remains silent, yet always manages to ignite clusters of earth-shattering fireworks in my world.

So I walk towards him, and together we light up all these fireworks.

The light flies into the night sky, showering down gently, casting warm hues upon us.

And beside me, Lucien's smiling expression is just like the fireworks filling up the sky.

In the end, Lucien and I left a few fireworks unlit and returned to the car for warmth.

The distant sound of firecrackers can be faintly heard, with occasional fireworks lighting up the night sky, illuminating the scene inside the car.

We sit side by side in the back seat, enjoying a moment of tranquility after the playful revelry.

Bright light filters through the car window, casting ambiguous light and shadows on Lucien's face. I trace his profile, and my heart is filled with joy.

MC: Looking back, we've had a lot of fun in just a few days.

MC: Going to the home exhibition together, selecting ingredients and cooking together, wandering through the festival night market, and even setting off fireworks and firecrackers...

MC: I wonder how Professor Lucien feels about this "town trip"?

Lucien meets my expectant gaze, but instead of immediately responding, he ponders for a moment.

Lucien: I've thought of many different answers, many different adjectives.

Lucien: Happiness, warmth, contentment... Each word seems to encapsulate my feelings, yet they all appear a little shallow.

I listen earnestly, reaching out my hand to intertwine with his palm.

Lucien: Whether it's in the warm room, cooking together under the bright lights, or lighting firecrackers together and making "noise".

Lucien: At the moment of accomplishing these things, I have a vague feeling.

Lucien: These seem to be things I've never consciously longed for but deeply desire to do.

Lucien: And year after year, in the New Year, you've helped me realize these, even wishes that I myself didn't fully grasp.

Lucien pauses unusually as if carefully considering his words. After a while, he simply casts his gaze toward me.

Lucien: So if there's anything missing, it's that I want my little lady to feel my happiness.

MC: I've already felt it...

But Lucien gently shakes his head.

Lucien: I want to paint it more vividly for you. Not through carefully crafted rhetoric, perhaps not even by speaking.

(T/N: insert the solemn, melancholic, yet hopeful 5th anniv special theatre BGM 😭 if you've read this far and haven't watched the video, I’d actually beg you to watch 🥺 The timestamp is: [42:09] )

Lucien gently takes my hand and places it over his heart.

In an instant, the world quieted down.

With the familiar heartbeat in my palm, it feels as if the overflowing sense of happiness is also held within my grasp.

"Thump, thump," resounding as if echoing through the entire universe. And it speaks—

Lucien is very happy, very content with life.

And so am I.

At this moment, I seem to also taste the shallowness of "words", for no matter how many words are spoken, they can't fully express the deep love beating in my heart.

So I recklessly approached him, wanting to convey my most profound feelings to him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingertips threading through his soft hair, as I lean in closer, Lucien gently but firmly pulls me into his embrace.

The smell of gunpowder fills my nostrils, seemingly carrying the heat capable of igniting flames with it.

The lips merely brush against each other, then clinging lovingly and inseparably, unwilling to part ever again.

Our tongues entwine as if thirsting, drawing out every bit of sweetness, until our breaths become so chaotic that they can't be distinguished from each other.

Can a deep kiss express this love? Can a long embrace reveal the yearning in the depths of our hearts?

While thinking about all this in a daze, Lucien's whisper comes to my ear.

Lucien: [whispers breathlessly] Is this kiss enough to explain it all?

MC: Not enough...

I instinctively spoke out, not knowing whether I was answering him or telling myself.

Upon hearing this, with one arm still around me, Lucien unbuttons his shirt with his other hand, revealing his well-defined physique.

Lucien: [chuckles and whispers] Then tonight, I will lay bare all of myself to you, okay?

His eyes still carry a faint smile, but they are moist as if they've captured light, burning and deeply sincere.

I nod and kiss the corner of his eye, taking in all of him.

His warm lips carry a slightly wet sensation as they wander over my body, igniting my skin like clusters of flame.

The intimate and meticulous licking makes me feel like I'm about to melt, my body instinctively tensing up, sliding towards the only fulcrum.

Lucien: [noises of him eating… something, and sighs in satisfaction] ….

The fingers holding my calves suddenly tighten, pulling them wider apart. I sit back heavily and then whimper out in pain.

MC: [blushing] Lucien….

My voice comes out sweetly and aggrievedly, elongating the end of his name with a deliberate undertone. It sounds like pleading for mercy yet also carries a tacit demand.

The sound of muffled laughter reaches my ears, Lucien flips over to be on top of me and presses me down, kissing me on the lips.

Between the disorganized breaths, he murmurs something on the tip of his tongue.

Lucien: [whispers] Sorry, does it hurt a bit?

I nod, but in contrast to my answer, I thrust my hips upward, wanting to fit even closer to him. In the process, I almost hit my head on the car door, but Lucien protected me.

The decorations on my clothes roughly brush against Lucien's exposed skin as he moves, causing him to tremble lightly.

Lucien: [chuckles] These little decorations are a bit in the way.

Those words are much colder than his kisses, and I can't help but watch my heart beat faster as he gently picks at them and lets the decorations fall.

It's just that there seem to be more and more things that get in the way between us… the top, the belt, and the skirt, they all seem a bit unnecessary.

The car's air conditioning blows dry, warm air, dispersing the remaining traces of coldness on our skin.

The moist sensation behind my ears makes me feel like I'm lying on a stream, his voice, hoarse and low, reveals a fervent longing.

Lucien: [hoarsely] Now, can you understand this feeling clearly?

My heart beats fiercely, and within my hazy consciousness, I seem to hear the emotions hidden behind Lucien's questions.

Instinctively, I tighten my arms around his neck and wrap my legs behind his waist. My hand gently caresses him.

MC: I think... I still need more time to understand.

MC: This is what you want too, isn't it?

Lucien’s laughter-tinged voice drifts into my ears.

Lucien: [whispers followed by more wet kiss noises] The night is still very long.

The ambiguous warmth inside the car envelops us like the steam of a hot spring, carrying us into the clouds.

It seems there are small trinkets on the dashboard that can't withstand the shaking, but we are too preoccupied to notice.

Unintentionally, someone presses the car window button, and the distant sound of fireworks leaps into our ears.

Tiny snowflakes land on my outstretched arms, only to be melted into droplets by the heat.

"Splat," "splat."

This night, when the old days and the new years merge, we seem to need a little more warmth.

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[Bonus: some h-word translation notes before afterword because I don't want to ruin the beautiful smut with my dumb commentary]

Lucien: [whispers] Sorry, does it hurt a bit? I nod, but in contrast to my answer, I thrust my hips upward, wanting to fit even closer to him. In the process, I almost hit my head on the car door, but Lucien protected me.

(T/N: this sentence implies that the pain is not from her sitting back but… him fitting inside *cough*)

The car's air conditioning blows dry, warm air, dispersing the remaining traces of coldness on our skin.

(T/N: this description implies that they are both already completely undressed at that point. To counteract the chill from being unclothed, the warm air conditioner is turned on :>)

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[Afterword, rambles and highlight(s)]

⎯ Just like how sunlight helps plants to grow, love nurtures Lucien's growth over the years.

Even after 6 years, Love and Producer still have such a talented writing team that never FAILS at making us feel h-word and cry at almost the same time ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽. This date is not angsty in the traditional sense, in fact, the date in general is so sweet and full of daily life. But the end really punches you just right in the feelings ESPECIALLY with the 5th anniversary special theatre BGM.

Honestly, it’s hard to explain why this date is so good and makes many CN stans cry by the end of the date. It’s… something that you can experience only if you know him for so, so long. It's something that can only be felt by witnessing his growth from the moment you first 'met' him until now. The feelings of observing someone you've ‘nurtured’ with love and care for years finally blossoming into the most colorful and unique 'fireworks' you've ever witnessed… they’re really hard to describe.

But anyway, before this essay turns into an analysis of "The Little Prince" and Lucien, let’s talk about the date, shall we? If last year's date theme was along the lines of "accepting yourself and your emotions from the past," then I predict that this year's theme seems to be about "experiencing and living the present"; and this is such a fitting theme for Lucien. Why? Because as a character, before he met the MC, he was simply an "observer" instead of a “participant”, curiously observing and experimenting on everything around him, and yet never really ‘participates’ and ‘experiences’ in it. However, thanks to MC, he has begun to actively participate in the hustle and bustle of the world, experiencing many things that have made him more vibrant and ‘alive’. This transition from ‘observer’ to ‘participant’ is cleverly depicted in this date by making him into a participant in the experiments with MC, rather than solely being the experimenter as usual.

This date as a whole centers around two important things, experience and emotions. While the relationship between experience and emotion can be complex and multifaceted, the way I get it from this date is that; if ‘experience’ is more about the ‘input’ that we get from our senses, then ‘emotions’ are the ‘output’ of our experience. In other words, experiences provide the stimuli that trigger emotional responses. Both experience and emotions are important things for us humans; together, they contribute to our ability to fully engage with and appreciate the present moment, rather than simply going through the motions of survival… They’re also two things that Lucien has been learning over the years.

First, let’s talk about experience, when our observer scientist sheds his lab coat and removes his glasses, he transforms into an ordinary person sincerely in love with you and deeply experiencing love. This date depicts how he experiences love in the warmth of everyday life, and amusingly, it almost makes this date feel as if MC and Lucien are newlyweds on their honeymoon ahah. From shopping for furniture for their new home to encountering silly and unexpected problems that the organizer throws at them (just like how everyday lives always throw problems at us lol), to grocery shopping and cooking together, and cough even the fact that they’re basically ‘on fire’ everyday cough— The grocery shopping parts are especially funny (with just Lucien being Lucien lol)... and cooking scene is just chef kiss. It's really endearing to witness how he adapts to homemaking tasks in his unique way, all because of his love for you.

Still on the topic of ‘experience’; do you know that both of the more descriptive spicy scenes are part of the plot? First, the spicy domming ‘guiding’ scene. In that scene, MC guides him to focus on what his senses told him instead of giving processed answers. And this seems to work because, throughout the date, you can notice him developing more opinions on things based on his senses as he experiences everything. Previously, because he never slowed down and always looked far ahead (See also, his Summer UR MQ, recent CN birthday date and story for more in-depth digging about this theme-), he never fully ‘experienced’ life. But with MC's guidance, her “sharing the world” with him, he starts to perceive the world around him more keenly. This transformation is evident in tasting scenes and fireworks scenes, where he earnestly uses his senses to taste their cooking, hearing the loud firecracker noises, and smelling the scent of gunpowder. She doesn’t only ‘bring’ color to his monochrome world, but also the taste, smell and noises of the world around him as he experiences the present. All these stimuli make his world no longer feel ‘silent’ to him. Sometimes, loving him feels like pulling a ‘god’ from his pedestal to experience the lively and ordinary life of mortals. Perhaps he loses some of his ‘invincibility’ (like for example, that causes him to fall for consumerism trap lol), but in this way, he becomes more alive and real.

Then about emotions. The initial discussion about emotions centers around “emotional synchronization” between lovers, setting the stage for exploring how MC and Lucien perceive and handle each other's emotions. Just as MC accepts all of Lucien's emotions, whether they be sadness or happiness [referencing Lucien’s CN birthday date in 2023], Lucien reciprocates by accepting all of her emotions. Lucien demonstrates emotional stability and maturity as a partner, creating an environment where MC feels no need to restrain her emotions in his presence. He is fond of and intrigued by her colorful range of emotions (and a bittersweet reminder of how her moods affect her “color” in his eyes ahah:”””). This highlights their curiosity and fascination with understanding each other on a deeper level.

For them, all human emotions are important, but MC initially wanted Lucien to feel more positive emotions. With the concept of “emotional sync” in mind, she promises to convey more positive emotions for him, inadvertently restraining her own emotions in the process. However, during their time together in the small city, she learns that even so-called “negative emotions” have value. Despite facing challenges or "troubles," both characters find joy and support in each other's company. MC finds Lucien's moments of vulnerability endearing, while Lucien appreciates MC's encouragement and companionship. They both come to acknowledge the natural ebb and flow of emotions in their relationship, realizing that some negative emotions are far from being detrimental; it’s simply part of their day-to-day life. Those emotional fluctuations are just a very small part of their overall happiness~

ALL THE FEELINGS FROM THE SECOND EXPLICIT SPICY SCENES SUCCESSFULLY MADE ME CRY. Experiencing all sorts of things with her during experiments and everyday life … even things and wishes that he never consciously longed for yet always wanted:

许墨很快乐,很幸福

The meaning of these words are difficult to render accurately in English, and my “Xu Mo/Lucien is very happy, very content with his life.” are just barely scratching the surface… While 快乐(kuài lè) refers to a more transient or temporary feeling of happiness and joy, often related to a fun event, 幸福 (xìng fú) encompasses a profound and enduring sense of happiness and contentment in life. It signifies a state of well-being that extends beyond momentary pleasures, often associated with having a loving family, spouse, fulfilling relationships, and a sense of overall satisfaction with one's life. So when combined, it emphasizes the fact that while experiencing all the ups and downs of the world with her, Lucien is not only feeling immediate joy and pleasure ("快乐"), but also enjoying a deeper, more lasting sense of happiness and fulfilment ("幸福"), he is both happy in the moment and all of his life. By slowing down and deeply experiencing each moment of their shared life, he discovers his own happiness and longing that even he himself never knows about. So, he wants her to experience every bit of his happiness and love that has blossomed because of her… candidly and unrestrainedly wants her to experience all of him.

In another vein, LOVE IS A VERB, NOT A NOUN!!! It's a continual action, continual choice, continual promise to another person. And no matter how many words are spoken, both of them can't fully express the deep love beating in heart. So, when words are too “shallow” to even capture a fraction of deep love and happiness, he can only confess them through instinctive actions, recklessly pouring out his heart in every embrace, every kiss, and every touch. And yet, the question still stands, Can a deep kiss express this love? Can a long embrace reveal the yearning in the depths of our hearts? They’ve done everything, yet it still feels not enough, and perhaps… it will take a lifetime of shared experiences and ‘confessions’ to fully reveal the depths of his love and longing for her.

AND SPEAKING OF CHOICE(S), the BGM choice for that last spicy scene is freaking genius!!! It comes from 5th-anniversary special theatre“The many choices of life” video (You can check it on my YT!). This special video is all about the power of your/MC’s choice. I want to highlight the first “what if” scenario. The first “what if” is about what would happen if she had chosen to not meet Lucien.

In this scenario, the narrative explores what would have happened if MC hadn't met Lucien. Without their encounter, Lucien would still be questioning and seeking understanding from the world around him. He would have found another path, albeit one that didn't involve her, dedicating himself to searching for the 'most optimal solution.' However, his world would remain black and white, indifferent to whether there were people who tried to understand him and care for him :”. Anyway, by using this as a BGM choice, it accentuates the power of your/MC’s choice in shaping him being the way he is right now; while still running on the path to explore truth with dedication, he also finds happiness and contentment along the way because of her choice.

In conclusion, Lucien’s writers never fail to captivate us and deliver top-tier writing! This date highlights the importance of experiencing life fully and embracing all emotions, while also underscoring the transformative power of love~ His writers really excel at utilizing his character to its fullest potential. I can go on and on, talking about all the small details and references on this date but this UR won’t be published any time soon if I do LOL. If you’ve read so far, thank you for reading this date and my rambles~

#I wont talk much in tags bc i put it all in my essay #enjoy the 1.8k essay LOL #10/10 makes me WET not only from iykwim but also TEARS #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers #Youtube

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endless-season · 13 days

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

tagged by @defeateddetectives /o/

3 ships you like: *looks into void* do I even have 3 proper ships

1) MikoIzuTotsu (Suoh Mikoto x Kusanagi Izumo x Totsuka Tatara) - K

And no one was surprised. I MEAN ITS BEEN OVER TEN YEARS. BUT A GOOD CHUNK OF THOSE TEN YEARS WERE DEDICATED TO HOMURA TRIO (well technically... the real answer is Totsuka Tatara however we will ignore that for the sake of this meme). Get yourself two others who will go through it all with you thick or thin. Get yourself a leash i mean what. Get yourself a Kusanagi-san! Settle down in a bar and raise i mean gather a gang family!

2) Qin Jiu x You Huo - Global Examination

Felt obligated to include them since I'm currently trying to drag ppl to read this lmao. Also bc i have no ships to answer with, help. BUT THE CHEMISTRY! I mean, this is probably the first time I clearly see what people mean by the word ~ chemistry ~. Qin Jiu is such a chaotic menace, You Huo is such a chaotic menace, they are similar but also different and then put them together and everyone suffers, it's beautiful *wipes tear*. But they are also so so so soft together (i was going to say, in private.... but also in front of people's salad so!!!) *clutches heart*. The author, 木苏里 just does a create job exploring the two throughout the story, READ GLOBAL EXAMINATION! THERE'S ALSO AN ONGOING MANHUA THAT COVERS LIKE A THIRD. DO IT. and then send me liveblogs pls and thanks.

3) H-h-help... ships... are hard... I... don't ...

first ship ever: IzuTotsu (Kusanagi Izumo x Totsuka Tatara) - K Shamelessly links to that post where I sobbed over everything #Actual Marriage Goals The trust! The intuitive understanding! The communication! (sorry Mikoto, your grunting fails you) The ~ G o S s i P i n g ~ ! The mutual support and comfort ;_;! The domesticity of it all! The quipping and doting! The we're all in this (this = Mikoto doom but with matching wing tattoos) together! The seemless division of labor haha

last song you heard: i turned on my playlist when i saw this question so that by the time i finish answering the meme and come back to this question, i will have an answer… Anyways, so the answer is…. ~ wHAT A coINcindENce ~ Dark Night Fireworks, Lucien's season 1 theme from MLQC.

favourite childhood book: Uh........ idk.... Deltora Quest? Alex Rider series? If manga counts then maybe Detective Conan? lmao.

currently reading: I’m Not Shouldering This Blame (这锅我不背) Current novel in my danmei binging spree. 40 chaps in, enjoying it so far. Synopsis gives a pretty good idea of what to expect. Hordes of book transmigrators trying to derail or benefit from knowing the plot, military dealing with the supernatural mess and notifying MC and ML who are supposedly the villains, MC... just trying to work in peace cmon, ML... just trying to seduce MC cmon.

currently watching: Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End Just finished it over the last few days hence why there's a few posts in my queue. It’s nice and chill. I admit I was eyeing Himmel the moment he appeared in the first episode and didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his instant transformation / flashforward to old bald man. Was pleasantly surprised to see him appearing constantly in flashbacks haunting the narrative ethereal dead wife style lmao.

currently consuming: I waited for dinner to write this! Was lazy tonight so just a bunch of easy to prep in 5 min sides. Rice, Prawn dumplings, Chilli Bamboo (Fu Chi brand), Century Egg + Tofu + Pork floss, Smashed cucumber salad that I managed to ruin :/

currently craving: A reason to live A shiny new satisfying fandom obsession... Motivation and energy and wisdom to adult... A yakult and WangLaoJi... ... ...... *walks to fridge and grabs yakult and wanglaoji*

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A rare meme where I'm gonna actually tag!!! See what ppl are up to and eating these days >:)

@qserasera @chiaki-c @nervous-sheep @alice-chan-chan @jelly-cooperation

@laxmiree @caesurables @pu-san @vanishing-apples @dijeh

@ittybi @ellie-winthrope @bloomingmitsuri @a-justaway-is-just-a-justaway @constastan

As usual feel free to skip if tagged or do even if not tagged :> Edit: why is tagging not working *squints*

#askbox #k stuff #i havent used that tag in ages #stuff i post #placeholderrrrrrr #k project #global examination #frieren

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arabella-77 · 1 month

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MLQC CN PV Season 2 Ch 55 - 58

As long as the story is still good, I think I'm still gonna follow it.

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#mlqc cn #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #恋与制作人 #mlqc shaw #Youtube

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thedummysdummy · 2 years

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Between the Scenes: S2 CH31

The idea for this fic popped into my head the moment the series of events in this chapter were explained to me. I knew I just had to more fully explore Victor's point of view even though I hadn't read it yet.

So here it is. I finally read @perhaps-in-anotherdream 's translation of the chapter today and used that as a basis for the dialogue (which I'm sure you'll notice if you've read it.) Please, please read the chapter first or accept that you're spoiling yourself irreparably. You have been warned.

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The note in my hand felt like the scorching of a flame and, knowing the possible consequences but hoping my logic was sound, I reached out and took the girl’s hand before my resolve faltered. She seemed taken aback by my sudden movement but our hands fell together as naturally as they always had. Warm, comforting…for a moment, I had the world again in my palm. Everything faded away leaving only a feeling of home.

But the illusion of the moment shattered as soon as she felt the heat of the paper against her skin. She froze and her fingers contracted. I knew she was about to question me, and before I could act, the words hung in the air between us.

“What are you going to do?”

I knew there was no time to explain, but I also knew that she wouldn’t like the answer. My heart jumped in my chest and for a split second I doubted myself. Would this work? No, I had to have faith. Before she could even finish speaking I forced my mind to overpower my heart and I flung open the glass door. She offered no resistance as I pushed her through and locked it behind her; I knew she wouldn’t. I’d counted on this; what I had not counted on, however, was the sheer amount of pain that would strike my heart in a flash of lightning and thunder the moment the glass came between us.

Her expression through the bullet-riddled glass did nothing to settle the angry beast which had trampled into my chest and laid waste to my heart. Her eyes darted between the door and myself, frantic as a rabbit before wolves.

“VICTOR?”

I breathed deeply, her screaming my name through the door adding only more stress to the situation. And yet those two syllables on her lips were a sound I could hear every moment for millennia and never grow weary of. “I need you to do something for me. In the room at the end of the corridor, there’s a person waiting for you. Go find him. And then, do as the note says.” I spoke the words as calmly as I could, hoping she didn’t notice the tremble in my voice or the shaking of my body as each movement sent new ripples of pain through my shoulder.

“Was this your plan?”

Even in such a dire circumstance, I could not help but marvel at her ability to question my every movement before obeying. I choked back a smart remark, seeing in her eyes that she is not in a state to accept banter for what it is. Instead, I allowed the feeling of pride to swell within me and straightened my back. “This is something only you can do,” I assured her, knowing full-well the truth behind the words. There had been no idleness or flattery as I carefully instructed my accomplice to reassure the girl:

“Aside from myself, you are the only one whose words I would trust unconditionally.”

I knew in my heart that this girl, the most precious person in the world, would fulfill my instructions with careful precision. As fire filled the air between our interlocked eyes, a warm and comfortable blanket of peace settled over my shoulders. Yes, she will do this perfectly. And so…I, too, must do my part perfectly. I could hear the din of the crowd growing louder behind me and the muzzle of the gun glinted in a reflection on the door. Time was growing short.

All I could do was square up my shoulders, give the girl one last meaningful look, and hope that she could feel the immensity of emotion that I was attempting to pass from my existence to hers. The time had come and I tore myself away, turning my back on my world and toward the world.

And yet I could not force myself to walk away without my heart regaining control of my body and turning my head around one more time. I had to see her…just one more time. Her retreating form sent a pang of heat and light through my heart, pulling my hand up to rest my fingers gently on the glass. They left a smeared trail of blood on the glass as they caressed her form.

A thousand unspoken words filled my lips as time seemed to stand still for a brief moment. Yet how few I could speak when she, like I, seemed to feel the irresistible urge to glance back. Our eyes met and the final ounce of courage I needed seeped into my soul.

“Dummy.”

Though I knew she couldn’t hear my whisper, her eyes told me she knew exactly what I had said. I watched her draw a deep breath, turn, and disappear without a further backwards glance. With no further distraction and knowing I already sailed on borrowed time, I turned back to the man with the gun and felt my lip curl up into a sneer.

“CEO Victor,” the man began, his voice pulling me fully back into the present, “what do you think? Has this transaction been more interesting than you might have imagined? Doesn’t that group of people look particularly pathetic and exceptionally ridiculous in your eyes? Someone like Mr. Victor, the Pride of Heaven, must have never been tormented by despair like this, am I right? Isn’t it a novelty?”

Pride of heaven? Never tormented by despair? Vivid scenes began bursting behind my eyes, as vivid as if moments of history were repeating themselves in real time.

Frosted, white skin and ever increasingly angry captors, but seeing the unhealed wounds on her hands.

White hot pain seeping into my blood from the tip of a needle, but knowing she wouldn’t understand why I did it.

A black hand, dragging me through the very pits of non-existence and wondering if she would make it on her own.

Centuries of solitude borne silently, longing for nothing more than to be by her side.

No, I was no Pride of Heaven. I was no God. Bitter and sarcastic laughter slipped from my lips at the incredulity of it all. Did this man really think he was giving me my first sip of a bitter cup from his own hand? “Do you feel jealous? Do you find yourself particularly pitiful and miserable because of me?”

The mocking words seem to have struck a nerve. Barely had I finished speaking than the ring of a gunshot preceded the searing agony of flesh shredded and muscle torn asunder as the bullet ripped through my left shoulder. It seemed that the man was displeased with my lack of reaction; his lips trend slightly downward as he gives a reply. “You’re just lucky.”

“Yeah? I’m indeed very lucky.” Lucky for a stable home. Lucky for the resources and education that brought me to where I am. Lucky to have known her and lucky to have been in a position to help those who weren’t nearly as lucky. For such benefits were not to be selfishly clutched as a child’s favorite toy; no, gifts of this kind were meant only to serve those who struggled. Those who toiled under far harsher burdens than my own. Those who, in moments of desperation, might even lose track of who they are.

And that was why despite the taunting and prodding and mocking, I could only reply: “I will not raise weapons against them. As for you…you’re just a joke.”

I did not bother to count the bullets that roared from the barrel of the gun and found lodging in my body. Again and again the steel dragon howled and balls of solid flame tore through my human flesh. Until…it stopped. It all stopped. The man, the gun, the throng of angry and terrified people just vanished, leaving me completely and utterly alone. “I…I knew she’d manage it,” I breathed, feeling relief spreading through me even as my extremities began to grow chilled. But something was wrong.

Where had everyone gone?

The backlash of time and space is beyond your imagination. Both to yourself, and the time you have left. For us, death is not the end of life. Oblivion is.

Zero’s words echoed through the caves of my mind and I knew then that I had not managed to outsmart the rules. Despite all my best efforts and logical theories, my plan had not been foolproof. Was this…oblivion? I collapsed against the wall, finding it hard to breathe with so many wounds. Now that my necessary bravery was fulfilled, I found it left a cavern into which poured a river of pain and loneliness. But what I should do next was a mystery. What did one do in oblivion?

All I wanted to do was find a quiet space away from this corridor of blood and terrible memories. Every step seemed to add five pounds to my feet until I paused in front of a door to catch my breath. Curiosity entered my swimming consciousness for a moment and I opened the door, finding it to reveal a small and dark utility room. Various decor and sundries cluttered the floor as I entered, finally losing my strength. I fell to my knees and crawled into the corner where I rested my back against the wall and closed my eyes.

I do not know how long I sat there alone. For all I knew, time didn’t even exist in this place. My body ached and leaked blood and sweat from every surface. Was I going to spend eternity here in this closet, suffering and alone? If so, so be it. Everything was as it should be. My only regret was that I could no longer keep my promise to always return to her side.

The sound of the door creaking open drew my attention and at first, I thought my swimming vision and longing were creating a vision of desire. The most familiar and wonderful form appeared in the doorway and froze, staring into the room with a look of confusion coloring her features. My heart rose into my throat, leaving very little room for my vocal cords to vibrate. “It’s you,” I whispered.

Still unsure if I was seeing things or not, I watched intently as the girl entered the room and observed my decrepit and blood-crusted state. My eyes softened and I met her gaze, hoping to any higher power that might be listening that this was not a dream. I couldn’t bring myself to speak again, but I desperately hoped she could read the emotion pooling in my stare.

And then…she spoke. “Sir, are you okay?”

A fear settled into each individual cell of my body, though I didn’t want to believe it. I had to test her. I had to know. A deep breath relaxed my vocal cords enough to speak, more forcefully this time. “Dummy, what do you think?”

The look of annoyance and confusion rather than understanding flashing through her eyes. Her eyes which had filled and overflowed with tears and stared blankly back at me. So that’s what Zero meant by oblivion. It had been painful enough ordering just a small portion of her memory to be erased back in the Space Time Bureau, but this was an entirely new ocean wave of pain. I felt it crushing down on me and dragging me out to deep water where I was too weak to even search for land.

She continued to stare into my eyes, the confusion growing in her posture and gaze. I continued to stare back until she broke our stare and turned back toward the door. Yes, this is as it should be as well. It’s better this way, that you don’t remember me. This way, you don’t have to hurt for me. Just exit that door and leave this empty space behind. I will remember for both of us.

But she paused, her head tilted thoughtfully before she began rummaging through the various items in the room. I can’t help watching her. Can’t help taking one more opportunity to memorize the shape of her form and the light in her eyes. I will remember for both of us.

I closed my eyes again in defeat until I sensed her kneeling next to me. Her tender hands unbuttoned my shirt and carefully pulled it away from my wounded body, sending flashes of memory through my mind. I smiled as I remembered all the times she had performed such an action, but these memories soon faded to a blue haze of sadness.

My only comfort came from the warmth of her hands brushing my skin and holding the bandages in place as she wrapped my abdomen and shoulder. With my eyes closed it was easy to pretend that nothing was awry. Her touch was so natural and so familiar that it took no effort to believe she was bandaging her Victor. Could she possibly be so tender with a complete stranger?

But her words again shattered the silent blanket of ignorance in which I had so securely wrapped myself. “Sir, I have briefly dressed your wounds for you. But, you still have to get yourself checked by a professional doctor.”

I could no longer handle the pain and anger which began raging more hotly than the bullets through my body. “I am not ‘Sir,’” I murmur, my head hanging lower. She paused and stared at me, her mild eyes as light as the midday sky.

“Then…who are you?”

“You tell me - who am I?” I replied, my eyes lighting with a raging fire. She must remember me! Being this close and feeling her touch again, I could not stand the thought of being strangers. I desperately wished I could take her by the shoulders and shake her, repeating every memory of her which was burned into the archive of my mind by the fires of emotion! If I had to expound to her every moment we shared from the playground as children to the sidewalk as young adults to the moment we stepped foot on this ship, I would explain them over and over until they again became part of her history or we both passed from old age.

Her soft fingertips brushed my cheek and I felt my breath catch in my chest. Yes, my mind screamed, remember me!

“You are…Vi-Victor.”

Somewhere inside of me, a dam burst and muscles I had not even realized I’d been holding relaxed. I watched as huge tears welled up in her eyes and began streaming down her perfect face. I couldn’t help reaching out and wiping them away, caressing her cheeks with all the fondness I could fit into my fingers. “H-he…is…”

I could almost see the pieces of the puzzle returning from whatever dark oblivion had swallowed them up and reassembling themselves behind her reddened eyes. We stared at each other and I began keeping my promise, telepathically willing the memories running through my mind to break into her consciousness. Still I waited for her answer with bated breath, caught off guard when instead of speaking she collapsed into my arms.

“Victor…is Victor. And he is a…a hundred percent dummy!”

Though to an outsider this sentence might be nonsense, both of us knew exactly what she meant. It was all the confirmation I needed. Her arms around my neck tightened until I feared she would cut off my air. Dummy, I’m not going anywhere. A sigh and a laugh crossed my lips and I returned her embrace, slowly feeling even the darkest parts of my consciousness relax. “I’m sorry…” she muttered, and I could feel the immensity of her guilt hanging heavily in her words. “I don’t know why I…”

I couldn’t bear to hear the words and I cut her off. “Probably because you’re a dummy.” Rather than the laughter I expected, she grew angry and her tears intensified.

“What does this have to do with being a dummy?!”

All I could do was chuckle and reply in my usual manner. “You’re being so loud. The wounds are going to open up by getting a shock from your voice.” I simply gathered her tenderly in my arms and tried to hide the trembling in my fingers and tears welling up in my own eyes. For now…I was glad she could not see my face, and glad she could not hear the fears which still whispered from the darker corners of my mind.

#WHAT IS THIS PAIN #apparently PG didn't give me enough pain because I needed MOAR #mlqc season 2 #spoilers #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #mlqc #love and producer li zeyan #evol x love #love and producer victor #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #mlqc victor fanfic #mr love queen's choice

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[CN] Shaw's S2 R&S - Keep Going

⚡ This post contains detailed spoiler's for r&s which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 29 June 2022]

[This was translated by Google translate and by my friend!]

“The direction of the pace is always determined by him.”

[Chapter 1]

“The school rules are very clearly written. Freshmen must stay in school dorms, that is part of the school rules!”

“You are a freshman, how can you not listen to the management and make your own decisions? Move back before the school takes measures!”

This summer was really long and boring.

There was a slight buzzing of air conditioning in the ears. The heat that penetrated through the window was intertwined with the chatter of the counselor, inexplicably making people drowsy. Shaw leaned against the window, turned his head to look at the shiny leaves downstairs, and pulled his neckline impatiently.

There was only one elective class tonight, and he had planned to sleep at home until the afternoon. But the counselor suddenly called and said in a serious tone that he wanted to talk to him about leaving the dorm without permission.

Shaw wasn't frightened, and went back to school after a meal. Before entering the office, he still thought about watching the broadcast on the LED screen in the corridor for a while.

The news stated that the temperature is the highest ever this summer…no wonder the cicadas sounded particularly noisy.

“Shaw! Are you listening to the teacher!” The tone in his ears suddenly rose to a degree.

Shaw responded indifferently, and finally moved his gaze back from the window: “Oh, I heard it.”

“Don't just hear it, there are some things you have to take to heart!”

Finally hearing the echo, the counselor took a breath and held up the teacup: “Every freshman was admitted with excellent grades, and if he can't enter the university, he will have lowered self demand. Alright, this thing…”

“But I refuse.”

Shaw said coldly. He changed to a comfortable position and leaned against the wall, and out of the corner of his eye saw the counselor's hand shaking with the teacup.

“What's wrong? Do you have any conflict with your roommate?” the counselor asked angrily.

“No contradiction, I like to live alone.”

“Group accommodation allows you to meet a lot of peers, and everyone sits together at night and talks about life…”

“It's boring to listen to.”

Shaw neatly interrupted the counselor's words, letting the latter's face suddenly flush red. He raised his hand to open the gap in the window beside him wider, and his slender eyebrows finally stretched a little in the suddenly refreshing air.

It’s finally a little more relaxing. This office feels depressing, just like the people inside it.

“Shaw, you probably haven't realized the seriousness of the problem.”

The corner of the counselor's mouth twitched, and the stiff smile finally disappeared. He lowered his voice and leaned forward, “If you continue to violate school rules, your credits will be deducted!”

The swaying light spot outside the window hit Shaw's face, he squinted his eyes, and let out a light sneer: “If you want to deduct it, then go ahead.”

“I'm not joking! I'm being serious here!”

“I know. I'm serious too, if you want to deduct it, just deduct it.” Shaw shrugged and looked at the counselor indifferently: “I'm here to learn something, just make do with the credits. ”

“ you…..!”

The counselor's lips moved, and it seemed that some words were still stuck in his throat, but Shaw had no interest in listening. He straightened up and gave the counselor a slight nod before walking out of the office with his feet raised.

Before taking a few steps, an angry shout came from behind: “I warn you, if you don't have enough credits, you will be expelled!”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll take the exams again.”

Shaw replied without turning his head, and his pace didn't stop, he only waved his hand back. When he was about to get to the door, he remembered something, and slowly added a sentence：

“After enrolling here again after the exams next year, I still won’t live in the dormitories.”

[Chapter 2]

In the deepening night, the class bell rang in the evening. Not long after, the students poured out of the teaching building in groups of three or five. Shaw yawned as he walked through the crowd, and started a game as he continued walking. Before reaching the end of the stairs, he was suddenly halted.

“Shaw? It's a coincidence that I met you here.”

The voice was unfamiliar. It was probably someone he knew when he took an elective course. Shaw gave a perfunctory “um”, his eyes still fixed on the screen where the battle was in full swing. But the other party followed behind him ignorantly, and babbled familiarly: “I haven't asked you yet, how does it feel to live off-campus? Isn't it very comfortable?”

“It's okay.”

“I really envy your life, there’s no trouble. You might not know what our dormitory is like now…”

“Act at 9:40 tonight. ”

A line of messages popped up from the top of the screen, lightly blocking the “victory” of the game interface. Shaw snorted and put away his phone, finally glanced at the boy beside him who was complaining constantly, and narrowed his eyes slightly - he remembered that he had met him in the dormitory before, and he was barely considered a “roommate”.

“I'm sorry, these things have nothing to do with you, I've been talking about it for a long time.” The old roommate seemed to notice his impatience, but he continued to pour out his bitterness: “But I really can't find anyone to talk about. In the dormitory, those people are chatting so loudly every night, and I'm almost mentally weakened…”

“Have you told them about this?”

“No, not everyone dares to challenge others like you. The other party said, and sighed heavily: “Speaking of which, you are really good, and you dare to fight with the teacher in order to quit the dormitory. Hey, if you're still in the dormitory, maybe you can…”

“Why do you expect me to stand up for you?”

“Well, that's not what I meant,” the other party said hesitantly: “It's mainly me who is really weak…”

“When it’s time to fight, I don’t dare open my mouth. Always finding excuses for any contributions I didn't make” - seeing the expression of the timid person in front of him who keeps explaining, Shaw clicked his tongue and suddenly felt bored.

“You can fight for what you want. Can you solve the problem by complaining?” Shaw walked down the steps after speaking, “Let's go.”

He waved his hand casually, leaving the distracting whistle behind him. When walking out of the school gate, Shaw glanced at the clock in the security room. Just after nine o'clock, the pointer moved silently forward a notch amid the noise of the students coming and going.

“I've been waiting for you for a long time.”

“Tsk, what’s the hurry. Isn’t it fine as long as you get what I gave.”

Shaw looked up and down at the person in front of him, his eyebrows slightly raised. The other party snorted coldly and handed Shaw a black S-shaped earphone engraved with a slightly tilted tail: “We have already investigated the route. You put this on, and all actions will be at our command later.”

Shaw casually took the earphone and tossed it a few times like a pebble. The other party glanced at him with some dissatisfaction, but lowered his voice and said: “According to the plan, you start first…”

“Come on, I don't need you to direct me.”

Accompanied by the voice, the small earphone was suddenly thrown by Shaw, drawing a smooth arc in the air, and immediately fell back into the arms of the original owner. While the two of them were stunned, Shaw climbed to the outer edge of the wall with one hand and crossed lightly. Immediately straightened up and looked at the vast night in the base.

He was already familiar with this place.

Shaw quietly and swiftly turned from the window into the corridor and stood in front of the archives door. Accompanied by a soft crackling sound, a few small electric lights sank into the defensive device like swimming snakes. In the next second, the door that had just been indestructible suddenly popped open a crack.

22:08. It takes two and a half minutes for the nearest patrol member to arrive from the scene, which was enough time.

Shaw retracted his gaze and walked into the archives with ease.

He sneaked in once when he was a child, and the layout in front of him didn't seem to have changed much from that year. Thousands of floppy disks were still stored in the lower cabinet in the center, and the paper files are placed on the shelves in different categories. Shaw walked slowly to the depths of the reference room, looking carefully among the shelves. When his eyes swept across the rows of experimental reports inadvertently, some fragments suddenly appeared uncontrollably in front of his eyes -

The icy temperature of the metal instruments, the beeping sound of the instruments beside the bed, and the lights above the head that make people unable to open their eyes......

Shaw's footsteps paused invisibly. But in the blink of an eye, he walked over to the data rack in the back row with a cold face, and began to rummage without looking up.

There are many secrets in this data room. About genes, power, or the life and death of some people. Whichever one is released is enough to attract a group of people like wild dogs. Shaw's eyes slid over the rows of small characters and codes without reluctance, and finally stopped somewhere in the middle of the data shelf. He took it down and glanced at it with interest, took out his mobile phone and took a dozen pictures, and checked the time during the e.

22:10. As expected, more than enough.

Shaw turned around and left without any hesitation. The moment his hand touched the door of the data room, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded above.

“Hi...that kid won't get exposed, right?”

The howl of sirens pierced the night sky. On the street corner outside the base, a man suddenly straightened up and looked at his companion beside him: “Would you like to help me?”

The other person threw the cigarette butt on the bottom of his feet and crushed it. The black and red sparks flashed for a moment, and soon disappeared into the mud: “The organization has inspected it before sending the mission. This one called Shaw is more powerful than you think.”

“It's just a matter of suffering, don't worry about it.”

[Chapter 3]

Shaw didn't make them wait long.

It was only four or five minutes between the alarm going off and the disappearance, maybe less. A slender figure jumped down from the wall through the night, appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye, and shook the phone at them.

“Turn on your airdrop and see if this is it.”

Shaw leaned against the wall as he said. When the body touched the cold, hard and rough wall, it tightened imperceptibly for a moment, but fortunately, this slight abnormality was hidden in the dark night.

Shaw continued to glance at the screen nonchalantly, and suddenly sneered.

“Tsk, this name is so lame.”

The other's mouth pursed into a line, and he swallowed the words forcibly. After confirming that the document was correct, he nodded stiffly to his companion. The other person looked at Shaw nonchalantly, and suddenly said, “You might as well reconsider the previous proposal. We can provide the best room for your abilities.”

“It's no use.”

Shaw twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain: “I said it long ago, I'll only cooperate with you, not to join you.”

“I have already provided the information you asked for. It's best not to make me wait too long for the matter I want to investigate.”

“You can rest assured that BS has always believed in their partners.”

Probably didn't expect Shaw to be so merciless, and the other party had no interest in continuing the conversation. Without further delay, the two figures quickly disappeared into the bushes like ghosts.

There was silence all over again, as if nothing had happened. Only the lights inside the NW fence were still flashing red, like some kind of silent warning.

Shaw didn't move, his body leaned against the wall slightly straightened, as if he was listening to something. After a while, his shoulders finally loosened a bit and left in the opposite direction to the two of them.

After turning a few street corners, he finally turned into a remote alley.

The street lights in the alley were broken at some point, and it was so dark that he couldn't see the road under his feet. Shaw seemed to have finally returned to a safe environment, and moved his shoulders while walking. When the night wind blew, the wet cloth was attached to the wound on the back, and suddenly there was another sharp pain. Shaw couldn't help frowning, gritted his teeth and wiped the sweat from his forehead - Originally, his head was a little dizzy because of the residual heat, but now he was completely awake.

“Troublesome.”

Shaw mumbled.

Unexpectedly, over the years, NW's security system has become a lot tighter. If it weren't for dodging in time, he would have just been cut off a few pieces of meat by the defense net that was suddenly triggered.

Fortunately, this toss was for nothing. According to the agreement, BS will be responsible for helping him investigate that matter. As for the other thing left—

A burst of dizziness suddenly hit. Shaw's figure shook, and his eyes suddenly darkened for a moment.

The moon was in the sky, the clear glow slowly reflected the commotion in the alley, and enthusiasm surged up again, sweat dripping silently along his jaw, and there seemed to be a bright light flashed from the dragonfly's eyes on his chest in the dimness.

Shaw slowly raised his eyes and realized that he was only a few steps away from the back door of the antique shop. He exhaled softly and slid down the wall a little bit and sat down. After a while, he raised his hand and knocked on a small door beside him.

The faint sound of footsteps came from behind the door, mixed with familiar complaints. Immediately afterwards, a bright yellow light leaked from the crack of the door and hit him straight.

“It’s so late in the evening, who is this inconsiderate person knocking?”

"Old Yan, it's me.”

[Chapter 4]

The light in the store was dim. Maybe he’s just stingy or something, but Old Yan only turned on the ceiling lamp. Under the dim light, the herbal soup that was hastily pushed over looked even more suspicious. The dense heat accompanied by the bitter taste persisted for a long time, causing Shaw to wrinkle his nose.

“Don't be picky, hurry up and finish your drink and leave. You really know how to pick your time…” Obviously noticing Shaw's expression, the old man with long braids yawned and muttered in dissatisfaction.

“I didn't come to you for this.” Shaw picked up the bowl with interest and took a sip, frowning suddenly.

Old Yan next to him hummed and said, “Then why are you here?”

Shaw took off his dragonfly eye and put it on the table, and pushed forward: “You said before that this thing left to me by the old man can be archived by the world, why doesn't it work? ”

“How do I know?” Old Yan's voice lifted up: “You brat, don’t always let me answer your questions!”

I don't ask who you ask, Master never said what this is for, Shaw thought. But he didn't speak, but waited calmly for a few seconds. Sure enough, Old Yan didn't hold back his words: “Actually, I also find this strange. It may not be time. . . .

“Oh, forget it, I can't say anything else, you can figure it out for yourself.”

There was a sudden roar of books falling to the ground from a corner of the room. Old Yan cursed in a low voice, got up from his chair and trotted over. In the small aperture illuminated by the light, he was suddenly the only one left.

Shaw leaned on the back of the chair without saying a word, raised his head slightly, and stared at the bean-like light. Then he straightened up, picked up the dragonfly eye, looked at it for a moment, and tried again.

The blue-violet luster of the colored glass flickered in the palm of his hand, but after a while, nothing happened.

Shaw closed the dragonfly eye as usual. He closed his eyes a little tiredly, and there was not a bit of urgency between his eyebrows.

Anyway, no matter how long it will take, he will definitely get the answer to what he wants to explore.

After stacking the fallen books again, Old Yan straightened up, turned his head and glanced in Shaw's direction.

There was no one under the light, and the young boy next door had long disappeared. As if he had never been here before. Only one bowl was left on the table, and a faint layer of light was reflected in the empty space.

[Chapter 5]

Specialized course, pretty good; elective courses, barely above the passing mark; physical education, excellent; english…tsk, barely above the passing marks again.

In any case, the final exam was passed safely.

After browsing the last column of the transcript, Shaw closed the computer casually and walked to the window with his slippers. A few fallen leaves floated into the window with the slightly cold air. He took a piece casually and suddenly realised that winter is approaching in a few days.

It seems that when life is “rich” enough, people are unaware of the passage of time. In the past six months, he frequently skipped classes, and carried out “cooperation” with different people to get what he needed. He had a lot of information in his hands like flowing water.

In addition, he had to take time out from time to time to study the notes left by the master. Occasionally whenever he’s free, he would have to flip through the textbooks to cope with the frequent exams…

Unexpected situations are always emerging, but everything was still under control, and he was also at ease. Just deal with this and then deal with that. Before he knew it, what he thought was an extremely long semester at the beginning of the school seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.

Shaw was out of his senses for a while. He retracted his gaze from the window and picked up the skateboard on the wall.

It's rare to have free time today, so why not go to the skatepark for a few laps.

Probably not because of the holidays, there were very few people in the skateboard rink on this day. The field was wide open, and Shaw had a lot of fun skating. It was not until late at night that he walked out of the venue carrying the board. The blue-purple bangs on the forehead hung down, with a slight dampness of sweat.

The vending machine on the side of the road was shining with warm white light, and Shaw approached and took out a few coins and stuffed them in. Accompanied by the sound of the beverage shipment, his mobile phone suddenly clanged a few times in a short while. Shaw hooked the pull ring with one hand and slid the phone away.

A few messages, he didn't know who sent them. Shaw took a few sips of soda, and glanced down from the corner of his eye.

“Shaw, tonight, my roommate brought a pet back without discussing it. He said he would keep it in the dormitory. This time, I couldn't bear it, so I came forward and negotiated.”

“Unexpectedly, they were willing to take a step back after the communication, and the problems related to work and resting, they even listened to it.”

“You have to fight for what you want... This sentence really gave me a lot of inspiration, thank you!”

Shaw's gaze paused on the last signature and frowned for a moment, he finally remembered the old roommate who would always nag at him.

He put away the phone and the corners of his mouth curled up. After a few sips of the drink, Shaw raised his hand and threw the can at the trash can in the distance.

The aluminum can fell precisely into the bottom of the barrel, and there was a dull low sound in the silence. He picked up the skateboard and walked to the side of the road without looking back, Shaw's eyebrows seemed to stretch a little under the moonlight.

The streets were deserted, and the whole city was still immersed in sleepy dreams. Shaw took a few steps to the curb of the slow road, glanced at the empty road, and suddenly changed his mind.

Throwing the skateboard to the road, he bowed slightly and rushed out with a swoosh, the corners of his clothes rattling in the air. Like a flash of electric light, it disappeared into the neon misty night in the blink of an eye.

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Brand new season 2 SSR karmas have hit the CN server of MLQC.

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HAPPY ENDING?

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MLQC CHN SEASON 2: Chapter 38-40

"Civilization from diverse generations will forever bless you, let our light be the Lighthouse that shows you the way to the future."

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[CN] MLQC Season 2 Chapter 56 Translation [Lucien’s Part]-(1/2)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

I see your darkness, your failures, your confusion.

Just as I catch sight of the building, my body freezes involuntarily.

The place where the mentor-pupil mission has led us is none other than the former site of the Twin Leaves Orphanage in reality.

Translation under the cut!

[S2 Chapter 56 - Unsolvable Crux]

Some context about this chapter batch! Long story short, MC's Miracle Finder program which is more of a long and traditional TV show is struggling to compete with the popularity of online short videos (cough, funnily, it is almost like Lovepro's current situation in the otome market-), but she still has some time to find ways to make it more popular again before the next meeting with the investor (pretty similar to the start of the main story huh-)

At the same time, Odyssey, a hyper-realistic VR game is currently on hype right now, the game was developed by a company called Infinite, and it can be played with a device called Golden Apple (GA for short). This game lowkey feels like hidden ads for LaDs ngl

✂———————–

—[Chapter 56-8]—

I'm sitting at my desk, playing with the leaves of the green plant on the table, unable to help but sigh again

MC: I can't just chase after streaming platforms and make short videos for the rest of my life, can I.....

...This will only make my company lose its style and be homogenized into one of them.

At present, it seems like there's a new information technology emerging every minute. If we don't seize the opportunity, we'll only be left with the crumbs of others' success. It's just like…

Lucien: “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place.”

The familiar words echo in my ears, and I can't help but feel a bit dazed. Suddenly, a strange sense of familiarity wells up from within me.

This feeling, where I'm at a loss at the company's situation, seems to have happened in the distant past as well.

The calm, windless afternoon and those ink-like eyes come to mind.

When I was filming the final episode of "Finding Miracles" I was also grappling with decisions about the future, feeling anxious and lost.

At that time, Lucien became my program consultant, and the struggling program suddenly came to life starting from that episode.

I can't help but smile as I find my phone and send a message to Lucien.

MC: Is Consultant Lucien busy? I'm coming over to see you now~

The bright sunlight reflects off the entrance of the Ultima Bioscience Research Institute. As soon as I step out of the car, I see several visitors walking out of the building with gloomy expressions.

Visitor A: Is Professor Lucien such a high-and-mighty figure? Every time we come here, he's never around!

Visitor B: Maybe his research is going downhill at a critical moment? Even his assistant says they don't see him often.

Visitor A: Then he should come out, meet us, and discuss the results. Is it really good to shut himself away and do research like this?

MC: …?

Lucien not seeing visitors? I'm a bit puzzled.

A couple of days ago, when I met him in "Odyssey", he told me that the scanning function in "Odyssey" is very useful, as it helps him transfer data.

Could it be that he's doing closed-door research, so he's not seeing visitors?

I take out my phone in confusion and see that there's no reply to the message I sent him before leaving.

Pete: I'm really sorry, Professors. Next time, when you come again…

No one pays attention to Pete's voice. The visitors get straight into their cars and leave. He awkwardly scratches his head and walks away.

The situation in front of me deepens my confusion. I push open the door to the research room lightly.

MC: Lucien…?

There's no response inside. I stick my head in from behind the door, then pause for a moment in surprise.

I had thought I would see Professor Lucien asleep among the mountains of research reports and experimental data...

...But I didn't expect to see him actually sitting on the visitor's sofa, wearing the third-generation GA device.

At Lucien's feet are some hastily packed fast food wrappers, along with two unpackaged GA helmets.

He leans against the sofa, half of his face obscured by the helmet, devoid of any expression. Only his fingers, which resting on the side, twitch occasionally.

In an instant, I understood why Pete's expression was so complicated.

Who would have thought that Professor Lucien, while shutting himself off from visitors, would be sitting in the research lab playing "Odyssey" so openly!

If I don't go ask Lucien about the situation soon, I feel like I'll become even more worried and confused.

I take a deep breath, take a helmet out of the packaging, sit on the empty experimental bed next to him, and decisively put it on.

✂———————–

The brilliant sunlight warmly bathes a lush green field, and the moist air rushing towards me feels refreshing.

The grass beside me is nourished by the river, lush and abundant. With the river breeze rippling against both banks, the grass sways, gently tickling my calves.

This is Lucien's home in "Odyssey". When it's not busy, I often spend leisurely days here with him.

I look around and quickly spot Lucien sitting by the riverbank. I walk over to him joyfully.

MC: Lu-

Before I can even say his name, Lucien tilts his body slightly and gestures to me.

Lucien: Shh-

With one hand, he stops me from trying to pat him, and with the other, he lifts the fishing rod. As he moves, the water ripples gently.

"Splash!" A fish with golden patterns bursts out of the water, its tail swishing lively, causing water droplets to splash around.

The water droplets slide down his face like morning dew, tracing a meandering path on his handsome features.

Lucien blinks and then looks at me, his lips curling into a smile.

Lucien: [chuckles] Caught it.

—[Chapter 56-10]—

I come out from behind Lucien and poke the lively fish.

MC: What a plump and beautiful fish, I don't think I've ever seen one like this when I go fishing myself!

Lucien chuckles lightly as he unties the fishhook, then puts the fish back into the water, watching as its tail swishes and it swims away into the river.

A notification suddenly pops up.

——————Congratulations to the player [X] for completing the fishing achievement — [Encounter with Golden Marigold Fish].

Next to the achievement page, there's a line of small text that reads, "Congratulations, you are the first player globally to achieve this accomplishment."

MC: Wow, did I just witness the birth of a golden legend?

I gaze at this unheard-of achievement in astonishment, while Lucien maintains an unsurprised expression.

He smiles faintly, reaching out to wipe away a droplet of water that splashed onto my cheek just now.

Lucien: Shouldn't MC also be awarded an achievement — the first player globally to witness the birth of the Golden Marigold Fish achievement?

His banter makes me unable to help but smile. I glance around at the scenery, sighing as I look around.

MC: I never expected that the charm of "Odyssey" would be so great that even Professor Lucien has become an "Internet Addict."

I clear my throat and then nonchalantly add a "harmless" little question.

MC: Lately, it seems like I've been seeing you online often. Is the work at the Ultima Bioscience Research Institute relatively easy?

Upon hearing my little probing, Lucien smiles but doesn't rush to answer.

He stands up and tidies things up, gesturing for me to look towards a nearby location.

Lucien: [chuckles] Before answering that question, do you want to go check out the newly renovated home of an "Internet Addict" first?

MC: Um? Of course, that sounds great~

I never imagined that Lucien had actually expanded a laboratory within his home without me knowing.

The layout, facilities, interior decor, and even the functioning equipment replicated a professional laboratory down to the last detail.

Data and reports are neatly arranged, and as I measure the thickness of one stack of data with my palm, it exceeds the breadth of two hands.

Judging by the thickness of these materials, Lucien seems to have been conducting research in the "Odyssey" laboratory for quite a long time.

MC: While others come into the game to relax, Professor Lucien is actually working in the game. What an exceptional scientist...

Lucien smiles calmly and prepares a cup of hot tea for me.

Lucien: Try it. Does the taste and flavor differ from the real world?

I take the white tea and sip it lightly.

MC: [smiles softly] It seems there's hardly any difference, but I'm not really a tea connoisseur. I just drink it often because of you.

The tea leaves stretch in the boiling water, blurring our views of each other. I lean back on the comfortable sofa, seemingly understanding his implication.

MC: Professor Lucien, do you think since "Odyssey" is so similar to reality, why not explore an "experimental field" in the game too?

Lucien remains silent, seemingly acknowledging. He brews another cup of tea with the tea leaves and places it back in front of me.

Lucien: The laboratory here is quiet enough for me to focus more on my research.

He winks, his gaze gentle and focused, conveying a sense of reassurance to me.

Lucien: And as you've seen, in addition to research, I also casually complete game tasks.

In just a few sentences, Lucien perfectly answers all my questions.

I prop my head up a bit dazedly, pondering. If it's about finding peace and quiet, the Ultima Bioscience Research Center isn't usually noisy.

...Could it be because of those people?

MC: Is it because of the increase in visitors at the Ultima Bioscience Research Center recently? Is it affecting you?

Lucien nods in response to my gaze, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

Lucien: Recently, we've shifted the research focus to the deterioration disease. Some organizations are well-informed and have been eager to collaborate with me.

I nod in understanding.

In the realm of research, this isn't uncommon, but collaboration means sharing progress and results.

For Lucien, who prefers minimal interference in his research, this is indeed troublesome.

However, is the reason really that simple?

Lucien's demeanor and tone betray no hint of anything unusual, but I can't shake off a lingering sense of unease.

MC: By the way, Lucien.

I rise from the coffee table and move to sit beside him, one hand looping around his arm.

MC: Actually, I'm not at the company right now. I'm at the Ultima Bioscience Research Center, currently in your research lab.

Lucien: It seems that I'm not the only one bringing work into the game.

Facing Lucien's slightly teasing gaze, I bury my head in his chest, breathing in the scent of tea lingering on him.

MC: [in a coquettish manner] …I didn't expect Professor Lucien to still see through me.

Lucien's smile doesn't diminish as he gently strokes the top of my head with his hand.

Lucien: I think it's work time now. A girl who wants to fish wouldn't play "Odyssey" with me so conspicuously.

MC: I do have some problems that need Professor Lucien's advice and assistance.

I peek out from his embrace, tilting my head back to look at him.

MC: How about we talk as we walk? I also want to explore other areas of Professor Lucien's home and see if there are any new changes~

—[Chapter 56-11]—

Lucien pushes open the back door of the laboratory, revealing a glass corridor with a hollow top.

Sunlight filters through the glass, casting mottled light and shadow. His figure appears both real and illusory in the interplay of light and shadow.

I walk hand in hand with Lucien in the glass corridor, pouring out recent work matters in one breath.

MC: ...So, if we just chase after trends like other companies, we'll still end up being left behind in the industry.

MC: After all, I remember from a media class that "homogeneous works will ultimately be eliminated, and innovation is the key to industry development."

Lucien: Your judgment is correct.

Lucien blinks at me in affirmation and then poses a rather “insightful” question.

Lucien: So, what are the plans now?

I pause for a moment, somewhat unconfidently, and share with him several new program proposals that I have been contemplating.

MC: ...I've reviewed these proposals repeatedly. Although the content of the programs is quite interesting, I can't shake the feeling that it's still not enough.

MC: Maybe I should plan a program with more thrilling and exciting scenes…?

Lucien brushes off a leaf that had landed on my head at some point. I take the leaf, twirling it idly in my palm.

Lucien: Before the inception of "Odyssey," none of us imagined that we would be twirling this fallen leaf in a virtual world.

Lucien's calm and composed voice comes through as he touches the fallen leaf along with my hand.

Lucien: Fallen leaves, the air, and us walking…

Lucien: Without mentioning it, many people might forget that all of this is made up of data.

Lucien: The success of "Odyssey" doesn't rely on content but rather on the innovation of its presentation.

Lucien: If you were to just change the content, with your abilities, you'd surely create a buzz, but for discerning viewers…

He smiles slightly, his eyes looking at me with insight.

Lucien: The level of excitement in content has no threshold; as long as there's a lack of "technological" innovation, being replicated and surpassed is just a matter of time.

Lucien: On this point, Miss Producer, you understand it better than I do.

Lucien's words bring to light a thought that I've been vaguely aware of but haven't fully grasped. I blink, feeling a little enlightened.

MC: So, now, rather than pondering new programs, the new program medium is the more important thing?

The pressure before me seems to have cracked open a bit with Lucien's words, but I still find myself anxiously rubbing my hair.

Short videos, with their quick and concise nature, have almost taken over as the predominant form of media presentation in today's world.

MC: What else can be innovated? The "opportunity" won't just fall from the sky.

Our hands interlock as Lucien gently takes mine, and with a breeze, the leaf I had almost forgotten about is swept away, disappearing from sight.

Lucien: Personally, I feel that perhaps we can try to find a blue ocean.*

MC: Blue ocean?

[Trivia: Blue Ocean strategy is a business strategy that involves creating new market spaces and making the competition irrelevant. A current relevant example is Papergames creating Love and Deepspace 😂]

Lucien looks at me with a thoughtful expression, his lips curling into a smile. With his slender fingertips, he smooths out the hair that I had ruffled.

Lucien: For example, in fields like holographic technology and artificial intelligence.

My heart skips a beat.

Indeed, while there have been numerous developments in related fields before, it wasn't until the explosion of "Odyssey" that these two concepts suddenly experienced explosive growth.

From the perspective of a film and television company, this is simply the perfect combination of new technological power and emerging phenomena.

The wind picks up, causing the leaves of the trees to rustle against each other, gracefully taking flight as if nature sings its gentle song.

As I behold the incredibly lifelike natural scene before me, it feels as though a long-standing boulder in my mind is finally starting to shift.

MC: Are you referring to "Odyssey" itself?!

Lucien: It's just one possible direction. "Odyssey" is the firstborn of this blue ocean, overturning and rebuilding many people's preconceptions.

The sunlight filters through the trees, casting scattered patches of light onto the path we're walking on. The slanting rays create specks of orange hues, gently enveloping us like orange veils.

Lucien: Now that we're in the midst of it, it's the best proof of all possibilities.

MC: Combining media with "Odyssey"...

I pause in my tracks, lost in thought. Lucien doesn't interrupt me, waiting quietly by my side.

I raise my head, looking at the sky in "Odyssey," which is indistinguishable from reality. In my mind, several new ideas start to take shape.

Unable to contain my enthusiasm, I leap up and hug him excitedly.

MC: Thank you, Professor Lucien, for answering my questions and clearing up my confusion!

Lucien: Just bringing a bit of research mindset into the discussion. I'd be honored if it was helpful to you.

Lucien lets me hold him and pats my back, his smile deepening.

Lucien: However, we haven't formally confirmed our teacher-student relationship yet, so you can't just casually call me "teacher".

Before I could react, an interface to formalize our mentor-pupil relationship suddenly appeared.

I blush slightly and without hesitation, press the "confirm" button.

At the same time as the system message "You have become a pupil of X" pops up, a mentor-pupil mission suddenly appears in my taskbar.

MC: Huh?

[Lucien and MC get transported]

Xiao Shuai: My friend is the best Xiao Mei in the world. We are happy when we're playing outside, but she's not happy once she gets home.

Xiao Shuai: Can Gege (older brother) and Jiejie (older sister) make Xiao Mei happy?

MC: I thought the mentor-pupil mission would be about technical teaching, but I didn't expect it to be helping children…

Lucien: Does MC prefer to learn technical skills?

MC: No, no, that's too tiring. Let's just help the kids together!

I smile and rub Xiao Shuai's chubby cheeks.

MC: Okay, let's leave it to Gege and Jiejie!

A prominent guiding route on the ground emits a white light. We follow the route and soon reach the end of the road.

Alongside the old gate, the fence entwined with vines is covered with lush green leaves, occasionally dotted with a few wildflowers, giving it a lively appearance.

Several two-story buildings in the courtyard are arranged in picturesque disorder. Although the paint on the walls has faded, it still exudes a sense of warmth and tranquility.

Just as I catch sight of the building, my body freezes involuntarily.

The place where the mentor-pupil mission has led us is none other than the former site of the Twin Leaves Orphanage in reality.

[Trivia: Twin Leaves Orphanage is where MC, Lucien, Kiro, and other kids got experimented as a child]

—[Chapter 56-12]—

As I gaze upon the orphanage in "Odyssey," a chill runs down my spine, and I can't help but tighten the scarf around my neck.

However, unlike the desolate old site in my memory, the NPC children are now playing and frolicking in the courtyard, bathed in warm sunlight.

I tell myself not to overthink it and quickly find several children playing in the corridor to ask about Xiao Mei with Lucien.

Child A: Xiao Mei? I don't know her.

Child B: There doesn't seem to be anyone by that name in our orphanage.

We ask many children, but surprisingly, not a single one knows Xiao Mei. I scratch my head in puzzlement.

MC: Could it be that Xiao Shuai's mission information was incorrect?

Lucien ponders for a moment, then looks towards the teacher who is answering questions for the children at the classroom door not far away.

Lucien: Let's go ask the teacher.

After the children leave, I approach the teacher politely and cautiously start the conversation.

MC: Hello, do you happen to know a student named Xiao Mei? I seem to have found something belonging to her.

Teacher: We don't have a student by that name here. You might have the wrong place.

I stand there puzzled, about to ask for Lucien's opinion, when I turn around and realize Lucien is nowhere to be found.

Before I can even speak to search for him, the door of the adjacent office opens, and Lucien steps out, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Lucien: I found the student roster from this office.

MC: Pfft…! So Professor Lucien already guessed that the teacher wouldn't be able to provide any useful information, so he pulled a "diversionary tactic*"?

[T/N: "声东击西" is a Chinese idiom that literally translates to "sound from the east, strike from the west." It refers to a strategy where one creates a diversion or distraction to mislead the opponent while executing a different action elsewhere :> ]

Lucien winks at me.

Lucien: Just a small tactic, hopefully it pays off.

As we scan through the long list for a while, we still haven't found Xiao Mei's name. Just as I'm about to give up and look for a guide, Lucien suddenly raises an eyebrow.

Lucien: There seems to be an issue with this list.

MC: What do you mean?

Lucien doesn't reply, but instead, he folds up the list and leads me towards the storage room at the end of the corridor.

After opening the door, a stale smell fills the air in the storeroom, and tiny specks of dust float in the dim light.

Lucien closes the door behind me, and for a moment, the entire room seems to be engulfed in a heavy darkness.

Yet, in the pitch-black, a faint green glow suddenly appears before my eyes.

MC: …This list glows!!

The original text on the list is obscured by the heavy darkness, but the text printed with luminescent material is clearly visible.

MC: "Night Division Roster", Xiao Gu, Mai Mai, Xiao Mei... Found her!

Lucien: It seems my guess was correct.

Lucien: Earlier, I noticed the words "Day Division" on the list under natural light, so I speculated that there might also be a "Night Division" present.

MC: So Xiao Mei appears in the park every evening before dusk and leaves after sunset, not to "go home," but to attend classes in the Night Division?

Lucien: Smart. This should be the reason why no one knew Xiao Mei when we came during the day.

MC: How strange... Why are the children mysteriously divided into day and night divisions?

Lucien walks slowly beside me, seemingly not intending to take further action.

Lucien: Perhaps we'll have answers when night falls.

A slightly cunning smile curves on Lucien's lips, and I instantly understand his intention.

MC: Right, if we wait until it's late and quiet, the children from the Night Division will naturally come for their classes!

The only task now is to wait, Lucien and I hang around, watching as the sunlight gradually shifts towards the west.

MC: I can't shake the feeling that this orphanage mission seems to have some sort of prototype reference... like the mirrored building* we encountered before.

[T/N: MC talks about S2 ch 33]

MC: There's a kind of... indescribable familiarity in my heart.

Lucien: Don't worry, this sense of familiarity might just help us complete the mission.

Lucien gently ruffles my hair and gazes towards the direction of the orphanage, deep in thought.

As night falls and moonlight shines upon the orphanage, Lucien and I hear footsteps echoing in the corridor.

A group of children silently make their way through the long corridor toward the direction of the classroom.

Their shadows elongate in the dim light, devoid of daytime liveliness, only the faint moonlight reflecting their youthful yet serious faces.

As if influenced by this atmosphere, I also lower my voice and whisper softly into Lucien's ear.

MC: Shall we go now?

Just as Lucien and I start heading towards the classrooms, we're suddenly stopped by a security guard.

Security Guard: Sorry, the orphanage is not open to the public right now. Please leave.

MC: We're just…

Before I can finish my sentence, a "Mission Failed" screen suddenly pops up, and Lucien and I are immediately teleported outside the orphanage.

MC: ….??

MC: How did the mission fail already? We haven't even done anything yet!

Lucien: I'm thinking that perhaps there are some "invisible rules" in place at this orphanage at night that we're not supposed to break. Once violated, the mission fails immediately.

Lucien: "Not getting caught by security" must be one of them.

MC: Isn't this too troublesome?

Lucien: With me around, do you still find it troublesome?

MC: Pfft, of course not.

I take Lucien's hand and wink at him.

MC: Then let's solve this small trouble together~

✂———————–

One minute later, Lucien and I find ourselves back in front of the orphanage.

MC: Uh, sorry... I saw a mirror and instinctively looked into it. I didn't realize it would also count as breaking the rules.

Lucien: It's okay. Every failure is an exploration step toward success.

✂———————–

Lucien: I thought solving the puzzle on the blackboard would open a secret door or something like that, but it just attracted the attention of the teacher.

MC: At least the orphanage teacher acknowledged Professor Lucien's math skills…!

After seven or eight attempts at exploration, we finally lurk near the classroom. I open the window and quietly peek inside.

In the dim light, the children sit by the worn-out desks and chairs, attentively listening to the teacher's explanation. There's an eerie and quiet atmosphere in the air.

A sudden horror and chilling feeling rushes through my heart, and I instinctively look towards Lucien, who is holding my hand.

But when I turn around, the first thing I see is not Lucien, but a slightly pale-faced little girl.

She has appeared behind us, seemingly out of nowhere, and is looking up at us curiously.

—[Chapter 56-14]—

MC: Are you X-Xiao Mei...?!

I feel goosebumps all over my body, and my voice trembles as I speak. The little girl nods, and I exchange a glance with Lucien.

We take Xiao Mei out of the teaching building and arrive at the tree next to the garden.

Here, I finally breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the girl in front of me with braided pigtails.

MC: Xiao Mei, your friend Xiao Shuai is very worried about you, so he asked Gege and Jiejie to come and check on you.

I try to talk to Xiao Mei, but she keeps her lips tightly pressed together and glances at me before curling up into a ball, not moving at all.

No matter how I try to talk to her afterward, she ignores me.

Xiao Mei looks much thinner and weaker than children her age. Unlike the lively and noisy children during the day, she appears to be particularly quiet.

Just as I am feeling troubled, Lucien gently calls my name and takes my hand, leading me aside.

MC: What should I do, Lucien? She seems particularly resistant to communicating with me…

Lucien: [gently] I think maybe it's not resistance, but rather she also needs an opportunity to connect with you.

Lucien: When you talk to her, although her reactions are a bit cold, her body always unconsciously moves closer toward you.

Lucien: Rather than resistance, it might be more like "not good at" or "not daring" to communicate with you.

My heart tightens. Could it be that the reason why these children from the Night Division are so quiet... is because of similar reasons?

Children in orphanages are already more prone to feeling lonely than others. A girl who struggles to communicate is even more susceptible to being ignored to some extent.

I should use a more friendly approach and gradually make her feel understood.

Thinking this, I look more carefully at Xiao Mei, trying to find some breakthrough to make her relax

Xiao Mei has her eyes closed slightly, gently burying her head in the slightly worn scarf around her.

MC: Lucien, look at that scarf…?

Lucien also looks over and after a while, he speaks softly.

Lucien: Some children develop a dependency on specific plush items during their growth process, finding a sense of security in them.

Lucien: I think, this scarf might be just that special existence for her.

I look at the curled-up Xiao Mei, feeling a mix of sadness and tenderness. Despite the scarf in her arms being very worn, she still holds onto it dearly, unwilling to let go.

Lucien notices my emotions and tightens his hold on my hands.

I give his hand a firm squeeze back, smile at him, then return to Xiao Mei's side and crouch down again.

MC: Xiao Mei, let me tell you a secret. When I was little, I also received a scarf from someone very important to me.

Xiao Mei doesn't say anything, but she turns her head slightly to look at me. I continue to speak, smiling as I recount distant memories in a soft voice.

MC: I really, really liked that scarf because every time I saw it, it made me feel like that person was still with me.

MC: When I felt lonely or scared, I would hold onto it, and those feelings would slowly disappear, just like magic.

MC: Later on, I would often chat with the magic scarf, and it became my best friend whom I could talk to about anything…

I made up a fairy tale about me and the magic scarf, and Xiao Mei listened attentively, starting to sit up slowly.

When the fairy tale was over, Xiao Mei blinked her eyes and smiled at me for the first me.

I suddenly think of something and take off my scarf, wrapping it around Xiao Mei's neck.

MC: Your scarf must have a lot of power. Now, Jiejie is giving you her scarf too.

I boop Xiao Mei's nose, and she no longer resists my approach.

MC: From now on, Xiao Mei has two powers to protect her. So she doesn’t need to be afraid of anything.

Xiao Mei looks at me, blinks her eyes, and the next moment, she starts sobbing softly, as if she had been suppressing it for a long time. She doesn't cry loudly, just hugs me tightly.

Lucien bends down a bit and gently strokes Xiao Mei's head.

Not long after, Xiao Mei takes out a sketchbook. As she writes and draws, she tells her story bit by bit. Finally, we can piece together the truth.

It seems that from a long time ago, the children in the orphanage have been divided into a day division and a night division based on their physical condition and performance in the orphanage.

From the beginning, the two divisions just have different schedules, but gradually it evolves into differences in meals, dormitories, and the attention they receive.

Nowadays, the children in the night division seem to have become an "invisible" group in this orphanage, as no one ever casts a glance their way anymore.

Although Xiao Mei doesn't understand the reason, she knows that she and her friends in the night division all dislike this kind of life.

She wants to escape, to be under the sunlight with the other children, but she's powerless to do so alone.

After settling Xiao Mei with Lucien, I stomp my foot indignantly.

MC: They're all children, why do these people treat them differently?!

Lucien takes the drawing Xiao Mei handed to us and ponders for a moment before speaking lightly.

Lucien: I'm afraid it's not just emotional discrimination that's at play here.

Lucien: Emotional neglect alone wouldn't warrant them going to such lengths to establish this system, so I suspect there may be deeper interests at play.

MC: Are you suggesting that the children in the night division might be exploited by the orphanage?

Lucien nods, gently taking my slightly cold hand and rubbing it, a gentle yet firm smile on his lips.

Lucien: [smiles gently] Whatever it is, it will be resolved tonight.

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#the game is sus as fuck #it still has many cute scenes but-#this chapter is littered with sooo many hidden KNIVES #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

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