Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Turtle Island Barbecue Part-time Job Group truly lived up to its name. After making arrangements, the group discussed and decided to go for a barbecue for a late-night snack.
“Isn’t this a bit too unreliable?” Bai Ju looked at the group leading the way and asked Xiao Yao hesitantly.
The special operations team was full of oddballs, and behind them were two gloomy and sullen monsters. The sullen Qing Lan was carrying a backpack with the zipper open, and two weasels were peeking out.
It was a very strange combination.
“Don’t worry, it won’t cause any problems.” Xiao Yao smiled and said, “Don’t be fooled by their loud shouts of ‘red’ and ‘white,’ they’ll only drink boiled water and orange juice later. They won’t even drink soda.”
Bai Ju was a little curious: “They won’t even drink soda?”
Xiao Yao then explained to him: “They are disciplined in their operations, so they definitely won’t touch alcohol; as for the barbecue, they all have some skills, so dealing with the smell after eating won’t be difficult, but what if they burp after drinking soda?”
Bai Ju glanced at the people in front of him, quite impressed: “They don’t seem like very rule-abiding people.”
“Rules are meant to be broken, discipline is meant to be followed.” Xiao Yao put his hands in his pockets, looking up to feel the cool sea breeze. “Too many people lose their lives every year because they don’t follow the rules.”
Bai Ju thought for a moment, a little doubtful: “Rules are rigid, and discipline isn’t always right… What if sometimes not following them results in fewer deaths?”
Xiao Yao smiled: “You said it yourself, sometimes.”
“As long as it’s right most of the time, that’s enough.”
“Not everyone is strong enough, nor is everyone calm and discerning enough. Discipline and regulations can only preserve the greater ‘possibility.’
Although somewhat cruel, Old Dog Bai found it quite reasonable.
In the past, when he led his underlings and soldiers, there weren’t as many rules and regulations as there were now. After all, he wasn’t very well-educated and listing everything in detail would be torture for him. Simply issuing a few rigid rules was his limit— for example, the rule ‘Don’t hurt people indiscriminately,’ but he couldn’t explain the criteria for ‘indiscriminately.’ When he led his underlings, he only had one major, absolute rule. The rule: Listen to him completely, whatever he says goes.
This simplified version was quite similar to military discipline; the first principle was obedience.
Bai Ju stroked his chin, feeling that his old method was still effective, but probably needed some modification.
He didn’t have a strategist before, but now he had an all-powerful little boyfriend. Xiao Yao’s mind was much sharper than his; he could easily write up an entire book of rules, let alone just a few.
Thinking this, Bai Ju reached out and pulled Xiao Yao close, explaining his idea.
Xiao Yao was somewhat surprised, then replied, “Sure, I’ll definitely help you if you need it.”
He only wanted to let Old Dog Bai do things freely and minimize his interference before, but now that Bai Ju needed his help, it was a different story.
Old Dog Bai happily kissed him on the lips, then cheerfully pulled Xiao Yao along, ready to follow the group ahead to eat barbecue.
Xiao Yao still had Bai Ju’s arm draped over his shoulder, strong and comforting.
Licking his lips, Xiao Yao secretly thought that Old Dog Bai was much tastier than barbecue.
Such a big little sweetheart.
Xiao Yao thought of Old Dog Bai’s original form and chuckled. This big white sweetheart had soft fur and gentle eyes. And how despite his fierce physique, he was like a piece of white chocolate when you actually touched him. He looked cold and hard, but the warmth of your palm was enough to melt him.
Then he became sticky and sweet.
The more he thought about it, the cuter he seemed.
Xiao Yao pulled Old Dog Bai down a little, signaling him to fall a few steps behind; then, under Bai Ju’s surprised gaze, he led him in a sidestep and into the grove of trees by the roadside.
Xiao Yao leaned against a tree trunk and raised his chin: “One more kiss?”
Bai Ju was startled, looking down at Xiao Yao. The shadows of his shoulders and arms fell, confining him to the small space.
Without being taught, he instinctively raised his hand to support himself against the tree trunk, lowering his head and restraining himself from touching Xiao Yao’s lips.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, outlining Bai Ju’s prominent shoulder blades, their lines breathtakingly beautiful.
A slender hand reached out from Bai Ju’s side, groping upwards, fingertips tracing the lines of his shoulder blades, applying slight pressure to create creases of light and shadow on the soft fabric.
It was sweet. He wanted to kiss him a little longer.
….
Qu Lang and the others were, after all, trained individuals with keen senses. As Bai Ju and Xiao Yao left the group and their footsteps faded, Qu Lang glanced back, just catching a glimpse of Bai Ju’s hair. With a light leap, Bai Ju hid behind a tree trunk.
“Oh, wow.”
Qu Lang raised an eyebrow and looked away, thinking that his Xiao Ge and Bai Wang were quite the ladies’ man, always so affectionate.
The special operations team were all shrewd; all seven humans had witnessed the scene. After a brief pause, they continued chattering in unison, their exchanged glances all teasing the two big shots behind them.
However, there was one quick-witted simpleton in the group: Flying Corpse Qing Lan.
Qing Lan also noticed the two big shots had fallen behind.
He opened his mouth to remind the team ahead, but his speech was clumsy, and he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. So after walking quite a distance, he finally stammered, “Captain Qu, Bai Wang and Director Xiao are lagging behind.”
“Should we go back and look for them?”
Qu Lang: “…”
Qu Lang glanced at the pure flying corpse with a sense of vicissitude and coaxed, “It’s okay, no need to look for them, they will catch up later.”
Qing Lan frowned almost imperceptibly, his steps faltering.
What to do? He was so worried. Would Bai Wang really not eat Director Xiao? After all, Director Xiao looked really delicious, and Bai Wang kept touching him.
Qu Lang couldn’t figure out what the guy was worried about. Seeing him stammering and unable to speak, he simply had Lei Wu pull him forward.
The heavy, sluggish flying corpse stumbled with each step, filled with worry, bearing countless sorrows that others couldn’t understand.
Qu Lang hadn’t misjudged the movements of the two big shots.
The two, who had been gnawing at each other against the tree trunk for a while, swayed down the mountain, arriving at their destination more than ten minutes late. Just then, Captain Qu had cooked a batch of meat, which instantly passed through Director Xiao’s hands and ended up in the old dog’s stomach.
Captain Qu had gone from being the boss to the barbecue chef.
Xiao Yao pulled Bai Ju to sit down on an empty chair, and two large cups were placed in front of them with a thud. Sniper Li Qiuhan, with a bamboo skewer in his mouth, smiled and said, “Here, for drinking.”
Bai Ju glanced down: “…Iced tea?”
“This will cut through the greasiness,” A Heng next to him pushed up his glasses, not thinking at all that this thing lowered the soul of the barbecue. “Want some lemon juice?”
A Heng was still holding the bright yellow lemon in his hand, with a small window cut into it, obviously fresh lemon juice would ooze out if squeezed.
Bai Ju paused for a moment, wanting to try: “Add a little.”
“Okay.” A Heng quickly lifted the lemon and held it above the rim of the glass, applying a little pressure with his palm, and a few drops of clear juice fell in. He didn’t add much, just a little flavor. “What about Director Xiao? Do you want some?”
Xiao Yao was propping his chin up, making it inconvenient to nod, so he hummed and added: “Add some too, about the same as Bai Wang.”
A Heng nodded and squeezed some for Xiao Yao as well, then reached into his pants pocket, took out a special military knife, extended a thin blade about the length of a finger, and sliced two thin slices of lemon into Bai Ju’s glass, then sliced two more slices for Xiao Yao.
Bai Ju glanced at A Heng’s knife a couple more times and couldn’t help but admire it, saying, “This knife is not bad.”
A Heng pushed up his glasses with his wrist and smiled, “Of course, I’m someone who can change to the battlefield with a flick of the keyboard, how can I not have some treasures by my side?”
Bai Ju nodded, took a sip of his modified iced tea, and gradually relaxed, chatting with the two teams, especially Ji Yun, who, after casting a restriction, kept asking him about modifying formations and the principles of other techniques, being very enthusiastic.
The group stayed at the barbecue stall until the middle of the night, when someone suggested playing cards. The group bought two decks of cards from the barbecue stall owner and happily started playing the Joker game.
Bai Ju wanted to join in, but unfortunately, this lucky guy didn’t draw a Joker even once and even won two hands by getting zero cards as soon as he drew them, making him dizzy and having a terrible gaming experience.
So he stepped down and gave way to Xiao Yao.
Bai Ju sat on a plastic chair at the barbecue stall, his long legs bent and resting on the crossbar beneath. He felt a little drunk. It was just a beverage, so why did he feel so tipsy and intoxicated?
Turning his head to look at Xiao Yao’s profile, which remained as calm as when he played cards, Bai Ju rested his chin on his hand, his gaze gradually settling on the small mole near Xiao Yao’s cheek and jawbone.
It was that tiny inch of skin he had kissed and licked.
Bai Ju leaned closer, openly cheating for his boyfriend: “Draw the left one.”
Hearing this, Xiao Yao immediately did as Bai Ju instructed, abandoning his current card and drawing the other one. The moment he received it, Xiao Yao’s hands were empty, making him the first winner.
“Bai Wang, you cheated! You can’t just peek like that!” Ji Yun, forced to leave behind his Joker, yelled. “Penalty!”
Bai Ju smiled and rested his chin on Xiao Yao’s shoulder, casually grabbing the “penalty” barley tea and gulping it down before slowly saying, “I didn’t see your cards.”
Ji Yun: “Then you must have cheated!”
Bai Ju: “No, I was just thinking about which card I would choose.”
Ji Yun: “…”
So lucky! So infuriating! So lucky.
Old Dog Bai wasn’t very familiar with these kinds of card games. Watching the group go from drawing Jokers to playing Landlord, he only knew the general rules, so he simply stopped playing and instead stuck next to Xiao Yao, constantly whispering in his ear: “Not this one… play a pair of threes.”
With Old Dog Bai’s help, Xiao Yao made a fortune.
Finally, when Deputy Captain Ling almost lost his pants, the group, having had their fun, went back to find their lodgings.
Old Man Bai and Xiao Yao were no exception. They only went back to their own room after settling the two great demons and two weasels in another villa.
Sunday’s rehearsal… kind of looking forward to it.
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