High energy QR Code - Chapter 165 - Indigestion
Lu Mingze showed symptoms of indigestion.
The day after returning from each game world, Xing Ye would always go visit the comatose Lu Mingze.
He was extremely busy—balancing work and studying books on parallel worlds, time, and space—so he couldn’t visit Lu Mingze’s physical body every day. But on the day he returned from a game world, no matter how packed his schedule was, Xing Ye would always make time to see the person who remained in a deep sleep.
It wasn’t just to ease the mind of the Lu Mingze in the mirror. The game worlds were too arduous—each one was like walking a tightrope. A single misstep could lead to total failure. Xing Ye couldn’t afford to relax. Every time he came back, he would feel utterly exhausted.
At those times, visiting Lu Mingze’s sleeping body, holding his hand, and saying a few heartfelt words would make him feel a lot better.
Ever since the little mirror could appear in the real world, bringing him along to visit his body always gave Xing Ye courage.
To save Lu Mingze—and for himself—Xing Ye would be filled with motivation.
You could say that Lu Mingze was Xing Ye’s power bank, constantly charging him.
But today, Xing Ye didn’t see Lu Mingze’s body right away. He had been moved to the ICU again.
Lu’s mother stood outside the ICU room, not sure whether to feel happy or worried. When she saw Xing Ye arrive, she found it oddly natural.
Every time Xiao Ze felt unwell, Xing Ye always showed up like he had telepathic powers. She assumed he had asked the hospital staff to inform him immediately if anything happened. That made sense.
She knew how busy Xing Ye must be managing such a massive operation, and yet he still managed to frequently visit Xiao Ze. Every time something happened, he arrived at the first moment. She felt he was truly caring.
Lu’s mother wanted to smile at Xing Ye, but right now, with Xiao Ze’s condition, she just couldn’t.
Seeing that Lu Mingze had been sent to the ICU yet again, Xing Ye asked, “What happened to Xiao Ze?”
He had set his phone to full silent mode. Lu Mingze hadn’t said he was dizzy or anything—so how did he end up in the ICU again?
“This morning, Xiao Ze vomited,” Lu’s mother explained. “Even though nothing much came out, he showed signs of retching. After an examination, the doctor said it was... indigestion. He ate too much.”
Xing Ye: “…”
Lu Mingze in the mirrored phone case: “…”
That morning, Lu Mingze figured he didn’t need to digest anything or gain weight, so he kept eating until he mentally felt full and finally stopped.
Lu’s mother said, puzzled, “I checked the monitoring from the past few days. None of the nurses fed Xiao Ze. Even if they had, he wouldn’t have been able to eat. So how did he get indigestion? And there were signs of an allergic reaction on his face—Xiao Ze is allergic to seafood, he can’t possibly have eaten it.”
Xing Ye: “…”
Mirror Lu Mingze: “…”
Lu Mingze had always claimed he was allergic to seafood and never dared to eat it. But that morning, Xing Ye had prepared the freshest seafood for him—and Lu Mingze hadn’t held back at all.
“The doctors found this so strange that they did a full-body exam again and even sent his case abroad for study,” Lu’s mother said with concern. “I really don’t know if this odd phenomenon is good or bad. But the doctor did say that Xiao Ze is the best-condition vegetative patient he’s ever seen. Most patients, even with attentive care, have muscle and digestive atrophy over time. But Xiao Ze hasn’t shown that at all. After the indigestion symptoms, the doctor said his digestive system is gradually recovering, which is a good sign.”
Having gone through both joy and sorrow lately, Lu’s mother shed a silent tear. She gently wiped it away, still holding her composure.
She didn’t notice the mirrored Lu Mingze, who was tearfully saying to her: “Mom, I won’t overeat again. Please don’t be sad.”
Xing Ye felt like his heart was being pricked by countless tiny needles. Each one alone was painless, but together, they created a numbing, sour ache of sadness.
He handed his phone to Lu’s mother and said, “Auntie, could you please hold my phone for a moment?”
Lu’s mother, who had just wiped away tears: “…”
Tying shoelaces again?
“…I’d like to go in and see Xiao Ze,” Xing Ye said, bracing himself under Lu’s mother’s gaze.
“Oh,” she said. No phones were allowed in the ICU, so she somewhat understood.
In reality, Xing Ye just wanted to make an excuse to give her the phone, so Lu Mingze could be closer to his mother for a little while.
He put on protective gear and entered the ICU. Sitting by Lu Mingze’s bedside, he held his hand.
At that moment, Lu Mingze was enjoying a one-sided reunion with his mother. But seeing Xing Ye touch his body again, he immediately grew alert. Who knew what he might try?
Just then, Lu’s mother mumbled to herself, “I should probably stop this... but... sigh, better not look.”
So she walked away with the phone and stopped watching what was happening inside the ICU.
Mirror Lu Mingze stomped his feet anxiously—he wanted to see!
Even though he trusted Xing Ye wouldn’t do anything inappropriate, still—he wasn’t in his body! If Xing Ye kissed his cheek or something, he’d get jealous of his own body!
No—that’s not right. He’d be jealous of Xing Ye. After all, he loved his own face so much!
Oh my god, who on earth was he supposed to be jealous of?
Why did a relationship between two people feel like it had become a three-person mess?
Lu Mingze had never been in a romantic relationship before. His first fluttering feelings of love just happened to involve a situation that no one in normal society would ever encounter—so he had absolutely no idea how to process his emotions.
It was just that, if he didn’t return to his body, then Xing Ye and his physical body would be like a third party intruding into the relationship. But then again, who was actually the third party? He couldn’t figure it out. After all, the consciousness and the body were originally one; technically, it was Xing Ye who came into the picture later…
Frustrated, Lu Mingze messed up his hair and squatted gloomily in the mirror phone case, drawing circles in despair.
At that moment, Lu’s mother flipped Xing Ye’s phone case over and over in her hands. She chuckled lightly and said, “This kind of phone case is exactly the type Xiao Ze would like. Once he wakes up, I’ll have one specially made for him.”
She smiled with a mix of longing and sorrow. Seeing that expression, Lu Mingze’s heart ached.
Xing Ye didn’t do what Lu Mingze had imagined—he didn’t kiss the sleeping body like some kind of Sleeping Beauty fairytale. He simply held his hand and silently spoke to him in his heart.
A body without consciousness, or a consciousness without a body, neither was a complete Lu Mingze.
If he started a relationship with Lu Mingze under these conditions, it would be a form of psychological manipulation. Xing Ye might lose control of his possessiveness, and it would end up hurting Lu Mingze.
That’s why he had to restrain himself. Confessing his feelings was already the most outrageous thing he’d allowed himself to do—he wouldn’t take things further.
One day, when Lu Mingze returned to his body, Xing Ye would pursue him properly—so that Lu Mingze could truly feel his sincerity. That would be a healthy and normal love.
Love is possession, but love is also restraint.
Wanting to possess everything about the one you love is instinct.
But if you truly see your lover as your equal, you have to learn to respect, to restrain yourself, to think about what’s best for them.
This was Xing Ye’s love—balanced between reason and emotion, sweet yet painful. But ultimately, it would yield happiness.
He silently made a bunch of grand declarations in his heart to Lu Mingze’s body, even fantasizing a little about the future after recovery.
These were words Xing Ye would never say to the mirror version of Lu Mingze—he wouldn’t give him false hope. Xing Ye meant what he said, and would never make a promise he couldn’t keep.
But still, showing off a little in front of the one you love was a male instinct—even someone as rational as Xing Ye couldn’t help himself.
So he could only show off in a low-key way, a restrained way, a subtle way—just to Lu Mingze’s body.
After finishing his quiet little show, Xing Ye walked out of the ICU, thanked Lu’s mother, and left the sanatorium with the phone case… and phone in hand.
Although Lu Mingze didn’t get to make direct contact with his beautiful body today, he was still quite happy being held in his mother’s hand. He’d secretly held his mom’s hand—well, even if it was through a mirror.
*
“Don’t overeat anymore,” Xing Ye said sternly.
“Your consciousness and body are still connected—you need to restrain yourself.”
“Okay…” Lu Mingze slumped in the mirror, feeling like life had lost its flavor.
Xing Ye added, “I’ll talk to the caregiver. Until your indigestion symptoms go away, you won’t be getting any more food. And even when you do, it’ll be in small amounts.”
“Mhm.” Lu Mingze nodded obediently. He hadn’t known better—that’s why he’d indulged just a little.
Xing Ye continued to scold him: “And no more seafood! Not a single bite! Did you even see how swollen your face was? You looked like a pig’s head. Thankfully, you’re in a medical facility with all the equipment ready. They were able to give you an anti-allergy shot in time—otherwise, it could have been life-threatening!”
Just imagining Xing Ye staring at his pig-faced self for so long made Lu Mingze upset. He mumbled, “Until the allergy symptoms go away, you’re not allowed to look at my body. So ugly.”
“Don’t worry—even if you were a pig’s head, you’d still be the most beautiful pig’s head,” Xing Ye reassured him. “And pigs can be really cute when taken care of properly.”
Lu Mingze: “…”
Xing Ye was infuriating.
Before handling his work, Xing Ye had even searched for cute pig photos on his tablet, lined them up for display, and showed them to Lu Mingze in the phone case—Lu Mingze was so mad he forgot to be sad.
Even if pink little piggies were cute, he was still mad!
He was so annoyed that he refused to respond to Xing Ye. All the phone case reflected now was Xing Ye’s face.
Trying to coax him, Xing Ye said, “Don’t be mad. You’re always the best-looking. If you don’t come out soon, I’m going to kiss you.”
Assistant Qi, who had come to report the day’s schedule: “…”
He might have just figured out why the boss has been single since birth for 29 years.
Xing Ye, ever alert, immediately noticed Assistant Qi at the door. In a split second, he switched from tender mode to his cold, CEO persona, put down the phone, and said seriously, “Come in.”
No explanation was needed—explaining only draws more attention. It was meaningless.
Assistant Qi was smart enough not to spread gossip. And even if something did get out, it didn’t matter. Without anything new to add, the rumour would lose steam and die down quickly.
Xing Ye handled his work expressionlessly and temporarily put the matter aside, unconcerned about what Assistant Qi might be imagining.
Lu Mingze stayed mad for a while… but then he wasn’t anymore. He remembered what Xing Ye had said on the way back and felt a bit happy again.
Xing Ye said that eating food affected the body, which meant the connection between the consciousness and the physical body had never been severed — and that was a good thing.
As the game progressed, the rewards earned were gradually strengthening the bond between the item’s consciousness and its physical body.
Xing Ye believed that as long as the fate defying players did not develop the intent to erase consciousness, and continued clearing levels and drawing reward QR codes, the following fate path item would eventually return to its body one day.
I was just a pity that too many fate defying players drew the “erase consciousness” QR code before they developed any affection for the item, and chose the easier path of "evil."
The game toyed with human nature using "evil," and in the final moment, it mocked the players for not choosing "good," taking pleasure in watching their suffering.
End of Volume 6
Translator : DarNan
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