I Would Rather Be a Rogue [BL] - Chapter 165: Mystery of the Spiky Witch Hat

There was no light in the night, save for the sound of war drums and war cries.

The young man listened carefully, it was the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of his blood.

What lay hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or……a monster?

There was no such thing as the best road, because the journey beneath one’s feet is limitless!

Hyperthymesia. Those with this condition can remember every detail of their lives from something as significant as the world’s turning point to something as small and as insignificant as a minor fleeting thought. They cannot forget and their thirst for knowledge allows them to be considered genius in some senses.

Legend has it that Ji Yushi was this kind of genius.

In addition, it was said that he was gay and very beautiful.

As soon as the news that he was going to support Tianqiong’s seventh squad broke out, it sent everyone buzzing.

Everyone knew that the captain of the seventh squad, Song Qinglan, was a hoodlum and deeply homophobic.

He not only relied on his super-powerful abilities to become the dark horse on the battlefield in less than two years, but he also hates it when those at the top forces a flower vase* into his squad.

Sure enough, Song Qinglan announced in front of everyone, “Useful? Us brothers are going out there working ourselves to the bone, we don’t need a little genius who can only speedread quantum waves!”

Later.

The squad was forced into a dire situation during their mission.

That beautiful little genius calmly continued, every gunfire hitting the mark, his fighting power peaking.

Song Qinglan begged in front of everyone, “Adviser Ji, stay.”

In the end, he added, “I’ll work myself to the bone for you.”

*****

Ji Yushi had a secret.

He would often be awake at night, suffering from memory overload and recurring nightmares.

There was only one thing that could let him fall asleep peacefully.

And that was Song Qinglan.

*Flower vase: Someone who only looks pretty but can’t amount to much

[Mind Reading + Transmigration into a Novel + Sweet Love in a Wealthy Family + CEO + Family’s Darling + Entertainment Industry]Jing Yi transmigrated into a sweet romance novel about a true and false heiress in a wealthy family. The good news: at a young age, she could live a life of luxury! The bad news: she was the villainous fake heiress who ultimately faces retribution…In the original story, Jing Yi was adopted by the Jing family as a child. However, consumed by jealousy towards the female lead, she resorted to various schemes to frame her. She even colluded with rival companies to sabotage the Jing family’s business. After her actions were discovered by the Jing family, she not only lost everything but also lived a miserable life thereafter.After transmigrating, Jing Yi behaved herself for two years. She hadn’t met any family members except Grandmother Jing and was working hard to become an inconspicuous member of the wealthy household!That is, until the dying grandmother arranged for her to meet the rest of the Jing family…[Oh no! They’ve finally reunited as a family. I shouldn’t go and be a bother!]Suddenly, silence fell. The Jing family members looked at Jing Yi’s nervous expression with puzzled faces.Jing Yi still ended up being brought back to the country by the Jing family.[Big brother really lives up to his ‘workaholic’ title. The Jing family is so lucky to have you! Keep it up! Here’s to the rest of my life!]Jing Ze Yu silently watched Jing Yi, who was showing concern for his health.[Wow! A living, breathing brother complex princess?!]Jing Ze Qian silently clenched his fists as he looked at the seemingly obedient Jing Yi in front of him.[Jing Ze Jun and Actor Wen are truly a match made in heaven! No one can break up my OTP!]Jing Ze Jun’s face turned bright red as she lowered her head, noticing the looks her family members were giving her.#Sincerity is always the ultimate secret weapon!##When my inner thoughts have no script, will you still love me?#

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?