My Love Rival and I Are 100% Compatible - Chapter 119

Chi Yueshan looked expectantly at Xi Zhoumeng, but the band was too enthusiastic; the music became wilder, as did the sound system.

She only saw Xi Zhoumeng’s lips moving; the light and shadow were so fleeting that she couldn’t read her lips.

She simply pulled her away.

The lively atmosphere outside was completely different from inside.

Chi Yueshan removed her veil and then Xi Zhoumeng’s.

They stood under the ivy; the academy’s light strips extended from far to near; even the ground had automatic lights.

Chi Yueshan said annoyedly, “So annoying!! Why is the music so loud when I’m talking?!”

Xi Zhoumeng watched her stomp her feet in frustration, but Chi Yueshan’s new tattoo was like a drizzle, undulating with the rhythm of the waves.

Like rain falling on snow, making people want to look closer.

Chi Yueshan complained for a while without Xi Zhoumeng saying anything. When she looked up, she found Xi Zhoumeng staring at her.

Chi Yueshan mumbled, “What are you looking at? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

Xi Zhoumeng: “I like you, so I can’t get enough of looking.”

She nodded, “And touching.”

Perhaps Xi Zhoumeng’s reaction while sleeping together and her current appearance were somewhat inconsistent; Chi Yueshan snorted.

The atmosphere had been great earlier; asking was reasonable.

But now the intimacy had dissipated, and Chi Yueshan felt embarrassed again, finally understanding why couples in movies had so many opportunities to talk openly but didn’t.

It was indeed difficult to say, difficult to ask.

So annoying.

She let out a heavy breath; the next second, Xi Zhoumeng took her hand.

“Let’s go back.”

Chi Yueshan was a little disappointed but still hummed.

The night breeze was cool; Xi Zhoumeng put her coat on Chi Yueshan.

They reached the hovercar parking lot.

Chi Yueshan was still annoyed, but she noticed something was wrong with Xi Zhoumeng.

Her hands were cold; she looked weak and was sweating slightly.

They had been close while dancing; Chi Yueshan was surprised that this person, who rarely sweated, was sweating while dancing.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Chi Yueshan hurriedly asked.

Xi Zhoumeng grabbed Chi Yueshan’s hand, “Nothing.”

Chi Yueshan: “Stop pretending! You’re trembling! Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

After several rounds of dancing, she had forgotten that Xi Zhoumeng was a delicate Omega.

Even with the possibility of becoming an Alpha, she had been pampered for so many years, and she wasn’t strong.

Even though she knew a lot, even though she learned things easily.

Xi Zhoumeng leaned against Chi Yueshan, “You look happy.”

Chi Yueshan was about to scold her when she realized she was talking about her happy expression while dancing.

“Are you an idiot? You can just say you’re unwell.”

Chi Yueshan hurriedly opened her holocom, muttering, “You’re annoying, of course, you’re more important.”

“Lets go to the infirmary”

As soon as Chi Yueshan finished speaking, she found the person in her arms was silent.

“Xi Zhoumeng?”

“Wake up, what’s wrong??”

Chi Yueshan was at a loss; she checked her contacts and finally called Xi Li.

Xi Li told her to change her route to the Xi family.

Chi Yueshan was about to cry; she could feel Xi Zhoumeng getting colder; if she weren’t breathing, she would have thought Xi Zhoumeng was dead.

“But it’ll take a long time to get to the Xi family…”

Xi Li was drinking outside; he ignored his friends and went outside to instruct.

The usually boisterous Omega’s voice was choked with tears; Xi Li was calm.

“Just use the hovercar’s high-speed mode; it will automatically choose the fastest route.”

Chi Yueshan: “But Xi Zhoumeng is unconscious; I can’t operate the hovercar.”

Even manual operation requires the owner’s command.

Xi Li laughed; he was still a gentle brother, “Why don’t you try?”

Chi Yueshan opened the hovercar’s control panel and found she could unlock it.

Xi Li comforted her, “Don’t worry.”

Chi Yueshan looked at the person in her arms.

She thought: When did she register my fingerprint?

Xi Zhumeng is the kind who doesn’t say a lot of things. Even when she says she likes me, she has to beat around the bush.

Frivolous yet cautious, a contradictory person.

Sigh, but she’s the person I like.

…

Xi Zhoumeng rarely got sick in this world.

But even a minor cold would cause people to fuss over her; Xi Li’s concern was even more motherly than Chu Jing’s. He took leave to take care of Xi Zhoumeng, calling all the family doctors, making a big fuss.

Xi Chun and Xi Li were consistent in their leave-taking; they came over whenever they had a break.

If Xi Yang could make it, she would bring a lot of things home; otherwise, she would send a carload of things via courier.

From calming and brain-boosting to strengthening, considering Xi Zhoumeng’s picky taste and choosing delicious ones.

As a result, Xi Zhoumeng didn’t dare to get sick.

This meticulous care was pervasive in daily life, exactly like the family she had imagined.

And very noisy.

Xi Chun and Xi Li, visiting her, would play games on the sofa, occasionally forgetting that their sister needed rest and swearing.

Xi Chun’s child, Xi Zhoumeng’s niece, sat by the bed, keeping Xi Zhoumeng company.

The child’s eyes were clear; she called Xi Zhoumeng “Auntie,” insisting on telling her stories.

They were bloody fairy tales; even Xi Zhoumeng, who had experienced bloodshed, found them speechless.

Yet, she became increasingly excited, waiting for Xi Zhoumeng to praise her.

Xi Zhoumeng only had a cold, but she felt like she was at the end of her life.

The house was lively, completely unsuitable for rest.

It was completely different from her past life.

She was frail since birth, with high spiritual power from the soul link, never a day without medicine.

Her mother didn’t care about her, nor did her father.

They had their own families and were afraid of this incestuous product.

From Xi Zhoumeng’s birth, they hoped she would die, but Xi Zhoumeng was the once-in-a-century divine judge.

The one in power raised Xi Zhoumeng but didn’t love her.

The queen only needed the planet to survive, the clan’s status to last forever.

The incestuous product didn’t matter.

It was enough to be valuable.

No one truly loved this child born of incest.

Xi Zhoumeng also felt unloved.

She wouldn’t truly love anyone.

But she gradually felt real in this world.

Xi Li was noisy, but his personality was good.

The second brother, although a shut-in who loved games, knew what Xi Zhoumeng liked.

He would send precious fabrics on Xi Zhoumeng’s birthday.

Xi Yang was even better; she wanted Xi Zhoumeng to share the brand she had built.

Unfortunately, Xi Zhoumeng found it troublesome.

Countless times, Xi Zhoumeng returned to the Xi family from the academy; the welcoming greetings seemed to overlap over the years; even with her unyielding heart, these greetings, like dripping water wearing away stone, carved a hole in her heart.

Xi Zhoumeng felt a headache; she had felt dizzy after mecha theory class.

The flower garden was hers; basically, no one entered without her permission.

But Chi Yueshan was different.

Xi Zhoumeng shared all her permissions with Chi Yueshan.

But this silly girl hadn’t realized it; she thought anyone could come.

Her mind was filled with electrical sounds.

Xi Zhoumeng thought of the noisy system and called it a few times.

There was no response; only louder electrical currents, as if breaking through time and space, gradually approaching her.

This sound made Xi Zhoumeng uncomfortable.

In her daze, she even saw scenes from the past, endless medicine, endless lessons.

Manners, language, rules, laws…

She was trained as an heir and had to deal with the planet’s lifeline every day.

That magnetic meteorite.

The meteorite, which had no energy when it landed, maintained the planet’s operation.

Each generation of divine judges had to sacrifice themselves; otherwise, the planet would perish.

Is my value only to maintain operation?

Then what about “me”?

Even though Xi Zhoumeng chose a new beginning, that world was like a new book to her.

But she couldn’t immerse herself.

Death was her inevitable end.

Yet, the divine judge couldn’t commit suicide.

[Do you still want to live?]

After a long time, the familiar system sound rang out.

But the figure wasn’t as playful; it was serious, asking, then adding——

[Don’t you like Chi Yueshan?]

Xi Zhoumeng’s consciousness was hazy; the past was like flowing sand brushing her face, a subtle pain.

-I like her.

Then she wanted to laugh: You care so much about this question.

-Can I die just because I say I don’t want to live?

Her voice was weak, as if she were really dying.

The voice in her mind became anxious, [“How can you die?”]

Then, aggrievedly, muttering.

Xi Zhoumeng said, “My body now shouldn’t be the type that won’t live for a few years, right?”

The other quickly replied, 【How is that possible! You’ll live a long life!】

【And a chi…】

Xi Zhoumeng: What?

The other didn’t answer for a long time, as if pretending to be dead again.

Xi Zhoumeng asked with a smile, “Has the data been restored?”

Without waiting for an answer, Xi Zhoumeng continued, “Chi Yueshan, is it fun pretending not to know?”

…

The electrical sound became stronger, shaking the channel of that time and space, even Chi Yueshan, who was holding Xi Zhoumeng, felt the change.

Her tears couldn’t stop; Xi Li sighed, “Little Yueshan, don’t be afraid. Hong Sa said it’s fine; maybe she’ll become an Alpha after waking up.”

Xi Li thought: You’re crying like it’s a funeral.

I thought it was fine, but I almost cried because of you.

This girl, usually cheerful, could cry so heartbreakingly.

Xi Li helplessly looked at Xi Zhoumeng, who was still closed-eyed; Hong Sa had just given her an injection.

The needle was thick; a bandage was on Xi Zhoumeng’s arm, with the pattern she had requested.

It didn’t look serious at all.

Yet, Chi Yueshan was flustered, inexplicably thinking about what would happen if Xi Zhoumeng died.

She cried and scolded Xi Zhoumeng.

“Annoying, always unpredictable, you’re lively and foul-mouthed, now you’re pale and dying.”

Xi Li: …

Quite rhyming.

She wasn’t dying, just twitching.

And pale?

He seriously looked at Xi Zhoumeng’s face; the vain young lady, even when unwell, maintained perfect makeup, her lipstick evenly applied.

Just a sleeping beauty.

Xi Li even had time to joke, “Stop crying, Yueshan, maybe kissing her will wake her up.”

This was clearly a joke.

Even Hong Sa, who was writing notes, laughed.

But Chi Yueshan’s brain short-circuited; she really leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips kissed again, just as they had on the dance floor.

Xi Li felt satisfied.

Hong Sa exclaimed, “Zhoumeng’s heart rate is irregular.”

Xi Zhoumeng’s heart rate was indeed irregular.

…

Xi Zhoumeng didn’t expect to be right.

This system, sometimes angry, sometimes noisy, sometimes siding with Chi Yueshan.

Was actually a person.

[System: How did you know! When did you know? What else did you guess?]

Her three questions were trembling; even though it was an AI mechanical voice, Xi Zhoumeng heard a familiar tone.

Xi Zhoumeng: Which time point’s Chi Yueshan are you?

Her voice was calm, even with unparalleled security.

Even though the system was in her consciousness, it was hard to see through her.

She didn’t know when she had figured out the time-space relationship.

[System: After the Insect Race war ended.]

Xi Zhoumeng said “oh”: Then your data is restored? The data source is that timeline?

The system hummed.

[System: I’m just a trace of consciousness, not her entirely.]

Xi Zhoumeng asked: So what is this world? Did she send you to accompany me?

[System: The last battle in that world resulted in mutual destruction; you saved her…]

Xi Zhoumeng exclaimed: I died saving Chi Yueshan?

[System: Not completely dead, otherwise, how would you start over?]

Xi Zhoumeng had many questions; she chose the most crucial one.

–Did I completely mark Chi Yueshan? And did we have a child?

The system hesitated for a long time and finally hummed.

Xi Zhoumeng was silent.

She asked: If this world succeeds, can the child not exist?

I don’t want that kind of monster.

Author’s Note:

[A little theater, with ulterior motives, first-person perspective.]

Xi Zhoumeng’s waist is very thin.

Everyone knows that.

Even before I was with Xi Zhoumeng, I knew about her thin waist.

The academy goddess had nothing wrong with her.

Xi Zhoumeng was like a treasure made of jewels.

Just a little expensive.

Getting Xi Zhoumeng’s measurements was easy.

Like shoe sizes.

But I wanted to make more than just shoes.

Liking someone seems to create many thoughts of “being good to her,”

and it’s never enough.

What does Xi Zhoumeng lack?

She lacks nothing; she has everything.

If you ask her what she wants, she’ll definitely say, “Serve me well tonight.”

Mean!

Vulgar!

A few days ago, I secretly asked Manager Li Rong where Xi Zhoumeng’s custom clothing measurements were stored.

The manager directly gave me the latest data; it was detailed, even noting how many times each piece of clothing was worn.

But her expression was also a little embarrassed: “If you’re making a waist chain and leg rings, this data might not be accurate.”

I didn’t understand.

Li Rong asked, “You live with Miss Xi, don’t you know she adjusts her waist cincher and leg warmers according to her outfit?”

So ashamed.

Living together for so long, I didn’t really care about Xi Zhoumeng’s daily life,

because she’s so annoying; morning skincare and photon rejuvenation are just appetizers.

I don’t understand why she’s so picky when we’re about the same age.

Is her soul a centenarian?

I was embarrassed to say I didn’t know; I decided to observe Xi Zhoumeng carefully at night.

Today, I was reading in her room; Xi Zhoumeng was surprised to see me when she returned from the library.

She thought I had a fever and touched my forehead.

This person really has problems; she’s so cold, is she sick?

I glared at her; she said I was sending signals, implying I wanted to do it tonight.

I didn’t!

But to observe, to make an extremely beautiful waist chain, I endured it.

I don’t know if others do this before doing it.

Anyway, my clothes are easy to take off, but Xi Zhoumeng’s are layered, so troublesome.

I asked her:” Will you die if you don’t wear a waist cincher? Isn’t it uncomfortable? Isn’t it thin enough?”

Xi Zhoumeng: “I like the tight feeling.”

She’s seriously ill.

Because I had a purpose, I observed her for a long time.

Xi Zhoumeng takes six minutes to remove her waist cincher; that’s her fastest time.

When I personally held her, I realized I was doomed.

Because it’s uncontrollable.

This person is too good at it; it makes you think of other things.

Whatever, next time then.

I have plenty of time.