GHML – Chapter 30.3: “Call Me Hubby” Remembrance Of The Past (3)

Clothes picked up during a match could only be temporarily used by the player for that round.

Number Four thanked He Jiang and happily ran into another building to gather resources.

Meanwhile, Shang Jing looked on with puffed cheeks.

“…”

What flashy behavior! How dare he flirt with someone in front of me? Where’s his morals?

With a hmph, he guided his avatar towards the window. Seeing as there was no one around, he decided to change a camping location. He was not in the mood to hang out with someone with such low morals.

He Jiang: “Come here.”

Shang Jing: “I don’t want to.”

He Jiang: “There’s someone there.”

Immediately, Shang Jing’s avatar suffered a few rounds of gunshots and was in critical health.

“Hurry up and save me!” Shang Jing pulled He Jiang’s arm.

He Jiang quickly jumped off the building from the second floor and ran towards the building Shang Jing was in and flew up the stairs, firing a few rounds as he did. Just a second before the enemy landed the finishing blow on Shang Jing, he successfully got a bullet in the enemy’s head.

Without hesitation, Shang Jing guided his avatar to crawl towards He Jiang, urging as he did, “Hurry up!”

Any further delay and he would be eliminated from excessive blood loss.

However, instead of saving him, He Jiang decided to take advantage of the situation and squatted beside the dying Shang Jing. “Let’s hear you address me as ‘Hubby’.”

“…”

“Big Brother, save me!” Shang Jing called out without thinking. The words had slipped out of his mouth under the rising pressure of his dropping health points and threat of losing level points.

He Jiang was stunned. Shang Jing used to refuse to call him ‘Hubby’ and instead opted for ‘Big Brother’ too. This sudden call out sure did bring back memories from three years ago.

He Jiang smirked.

Who wants to be your brother?

“Call me ‘Hubby’”.

After watching the game replays, Shang Jing had unknowingly picked up the term ‘Big Brother’ from himself. But now that the word was actually out of his mouth, why was it so embarrassing?

How shameful. I might as well call him Hubby. After all, I am already used to it.

“Hubby.”

He Jiang happily accepted the title and applied first aid to Shang Jing.

In the next half an hour, Shang Jing was saved from the brink of death three times by calling He Jiang ‘Hubby’, and successfully broke into the finals. By that time, his armor was already in tatters.

After changing into He Jiang’s perfectly intact Level three armor, both of them laid down in the grass.

Thirty seconds later, Shang Jing was eliminated after being run over by a car.

As usual, He Jiang wanted to exit the match with him. But this time, Shang Jing stopped him. “Don’t quit! Continue the match!”

All that work to gather equipment and weapons, was it not just for this final show-down?

How could someone quit the match without a second thought in the finals? 

Is He Jiang still human?

Shang Jing leaned on He Jiang’s back and watched him operate the avatar. As expected, he was able to smoothly execute his skills and obtain victory after shedding the burden that was him.

After which, He Jiang went into the game’s shop and gifted twenty sets of clothing to Shang Jing, buying the same for himself, using the amount he topped up into the account three years ago.

“Are you still feeling jealous?”

Blood rose up into Shang Jing’s face. With a stutter, he countered, “W-Who’s jealous?”

He Jiang: “Are you sure?”

Shang Jing insisted, “There isn’t.”

He was just uncomfortable with a married man like He Jiang drawing butterflies and bees to himself.

He Jiang smiled. It was truly the right choice to agree to the match. If not, how would have known this Little Puppy Shang was still capable of jealousy.

“Fine, have an early night.”

The match lasted till almost 12AM. By then, the cup of milk He Jiang brought in was already cold.

After rewarming it, He Jiang brought it to Shang Jing’s room. “Have some milk.”

Even though they had turned off the sound effects, he was afraid Shang Jing would suffer from insomnia after watching an hour of game replays and playing a match.

Shang Jing was lying face down on the bed when he entered.

He Jiang: “What are you thinking about?”

Shang Jing: “I’m thinking about the game.”

After watching the game replays from three years ago, something definitely felt off. Why did they stop playing the game so suddenly? Not just He Jiang but him too? And not even a match in between?

He Jiang: “Stop thinking about the game. What if you lose sleep?”

Shang Jing: “I’ll just think about it for a while longer.”

“Drink this first.” He Jiang placed the glass of milk on the bedside table and pulled out a set of pajamas from the cupboard.

But the dampness on the bottom of it caught his attention. Looking downwards, he saw a wrung-dried piece of underwear.

He Jiang took a moment to process his thoughts and pulled out the underwear from its hiding spot, asking, “Are you not going to dry this?”

Shang Jing’s ears perked up as he was reminded of something. With a start, he shot out of bed with flushed cheeks.

“Why are you stealing my…!”

Help! How could I forget to take it out to dry?!

He Jiang probed further, “Pardon me for asking, does the U Drive contain the scene you supposedly remembered?”

Search h0sted n0vel for the original.

Shang Jing’s mind went blank. Everything about the game flew out of his mind.

That dream I had… Wasn’t it a memory?

D-Did I expose myself?!

In a caring and sweet tone, He Jiang asked, “It’s a little moldy, do you need me to help you wash it again?”

Without waiting for his reply, he took the underwear to the washroom.

“Stop!”

Shang Jing sat in bed in a daze. His face was the color of red hot iron, as though the underwear in He Jiang’s hands were plucked off his body moments ago.