Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 587 Cloth

Lu Chusheng figured it out.

Ah Jin was a chatterbox on the ship. I guess besides the fact that the work of milking goats didn't require so many people, other NPCs were also unwilling to talk to or work with him. Plus, Ah Jin seemed to be a bit... dishonest.

Thinking of Wu Ge's disappointed look in the dormitory, Lu Chusheng frowned unconsciously.

Thanks to his feline instincts... he now instinctively doesn't have a very good impression of Akin.

But to say that we should stay far away... well, not quite.

Overall, Ajin should be considered the type of NPC whose interface is not very distinct.

Simply put, they're neither good nor bad, but if something really happens, they're the ones who run away the fastest.

Self-interest.

In just over half an hour, Lu Chusheng, as an observer, had already figured out Ah Jin's true character and concluded that only half of what Ah Jin said could be believed.

More plot developments will have to be triggered by them themselves.

"Meow."

As the cat's meow rang in his ears, Yu Shijiu was lost in his fantasies about whether goat milk could be used to make all sorts of delicious food—of course, he was also aware of other movements around him.

For example, he saw Xu Han being "questioned" just now, but he felt that Xu Han could handle it himself, so he didn't interfere.

"Fatty?"

Yu Shijiu's hands were still busy with her "work" when she turned her head to look at Lu Chusheng and whispered:

"are you hungry?"

Lu Chusheng: "..."

He placed the piece of cloth he was holding in his mouth on Yu Shijiu's knee and called out softly again.

"?"

Yu Shijiu's gaze was drawn to the white scraps of cloth on his knees, and he frowned.

"Cloth?"

How could there be this kind of fabric in a sheep pen?

Could it have been bitten off by a sheep?

Seeing that Yu Shijiu's gaze was drawn to him, Lu Chusheng hesitated slightly, then let out several soft meows.

Although it was a little embarrassing... fortunately, Yu Shijiu actually understood what he meant.

"You mean," Yu Shijiu blinked, "that there are still a lot of this kind of fabric over there?"

Lu Chusheng was overjoyed, but maintained a calm demeanor and nodded slowly.

"..." Yu Shijiu suddenly looked at him seriously for a few moments, then reached out and ruffled his hair, sighing:

"Fatty, sometimes I feel like you're so smart you're almost human, you're amazing."

Lu Chusheng, whose head had been ruffled, stiffened, his tail wagging erratically in a small, panicked manner: "..."

If he weren't currently in the body of a cat, his back would probably be soaked in cold sweat.

Are you still shy?

Yu Shijiu mistook his panic for embarrassment, reached out and stroked his fluffy tail, and laughed:

"Don't be shy, we're like family."

Lu Chusheng's breathing became erratic.

By the time he finally relaxed, Yu Shijiu had already continued milking the goats.

"..."

Lu Chusheng gazed quietly at Yu Shijiu's downcast profile and sighed softly in his heart.

Also.

Lu Chusheng thought.

Yu Shijiu was unaware that a certain "person" he somewhat disliked was hiding inside Feifei's body... That would probably be better—

Lu Chusheng's breathing suddenly quickened, and his heart pounded like thunder.

While Yu Shijiu was busy "working", he seemed to find his sleeves a bit cumbersome, so he casually rolled them up, revealing a red cinnabar bracelet that emitted a faint glow under the light.

It was Lu Chusheng who asked An Jie to give it to him.

Yu Shijiu actually wore it the whole time.

At first, Lu Chusheng thought he was seeing things, but after seeing it so clearly and realistically for a while, his thunderous heartbeat gradually subsided.

Although he knew he had told An Jie not to tell Yu Shijiu that he was the one who gave her the bracelet (An Jie had no sense of keeping secrets and had already told him everything), Lu Chusheng still felt his heart flutter when he saw the bracelet he had given her on Yu Shijiu's wrist.

Bracelets are rarely seen among men...

Lu Chusheng couldn't quite describe what he was thinking; he just felt that his emotions seemed a little off.

Does he really... only see Yu Shijiu as a "friend" he once met in real life?

"Are you all almost done squeezing in?"

Ah Jin, who had filled the second bucket to more than halfway, stood up, stretched his limbs, and called out to Yu Shijiu and the other person:

"Hurry up! You can't be this slow!"

Yu Shijiu had squeezed out almost half a bucket, while Xu Han was much slower, having only squeezed out a small portion of the first bucket so far... He didn't know if it was because his technique was wrong, but each time he squeezed out very little goat milk, so sparse that it was almost absurd.

"……I go!"

Xu Han felt himself breaking out in a sweat. Looking at the ewe leisurely munching on its fodder, occasionally glancing back at him, he said indignantly:

Why is your goat milk production so low?

Ewe: "...Baa~ Baa~"

Xu Han was even angrier, and he decided to switch to another ewe to continue milking.

Yu Shijiu glanced at Xu Han, whose face was flushed, and blinked, saying:

"Is it hungry?"

"..." Xu Han's eye twitched. "I think we're the ones who're hungry..."

They haven't eaten anything since early this morning.

Xu Han felt so hungry that she was almost dizzy.

"Brother Ajin".

Yu Shijiu shouted loudly, "The ewes are hungry and can't produce milk!"

This statement is half true and half false... because the ewe that Ajin was milking clearly had plenty of milk and looked to be in good spirits.

"Then let's feed them some fresh hay first."

Ajin raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his elbow, then glanced at the goat milk in the iron bucket at his feet.

He had almost filled both buckets of goat milk.

"You, just you."

Ah Jin started squeezing again, looking up at Yu Shijiu and shouting:

"When I get crowded, come with me to go out and carry some fresh hay in."

Yu Shijiu smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Xu Han, who was engrossed in his work, exclaimed, "...Ugh!"

He bent down and got too close, and his mouth wasn't closed, so he accidentally got splashed with fresh goat milk all over his face and mouth.

The strong, pungent smell of goat milk entered Xu Han's throat, making him gag.

He was about to vomit when he met a pair of stiff, cold, vertical pupils.

It was the female goat whose milk he had been milking.

The mother goat's deep pupils were fixed on him, or more precisely, on his open mouth, as if she had the illusion that she would kill him the moment he vomited out his milk.

Xu Han: "..."

Xu Han was so startled that he swallowed the goat's milk in one gulp, then forced a wry smile as he suppressed his gagging and gave the mother goat a thumbs up.

"Delicious! So delicious!"

The mother goat then "satisfied" and looked away, continuing to lick the baby goat beside her.

Seeing that it wasn't looking at him, Xu Han didn't dare to vomit. He puffed out his cheeks, took deep breaths, and vomited again, trying to suppress the nausea and retching.

How strange! What's wrong with spitting up milk? What's wrong with him spitting up milk?! !!! Is it wrong if he doesn't like goat milk? Is that wrong?!

Xu Han didn't dare to say anything on the surface, but he had a lot of complaints in his mind.

While he was making little noise, Yu Shijiu was already being called by A Jin to carry iron buckets towards the entrance to the lower deck.

After Xu Han finally managed to suppress his nausea, he looked up and saw that he was the only one left in the entire sheepfold, squatting on the ground milking sheep.

Xu Han was so frightened that he jumped up and yelled "Holy crap!" several times, attracting the goats that had been bleating to him to come over.

"I rely on!"

Xu Han frantically dodged the flock of goats that surrounded him, carefully avoiding the male goats that looked rather aggressive. By the time he was sweating profusely from his "busy" work and squatted down to milk the goats, Yu Shijiu had already returned.

"came back?!"

Xu Han glanced behind Yu Shijiu and stared wide-eyed when he didn't see A Jin:

"Ah Jin, where's Brother Ah Jin?"

Yu Shijiu walked back to the metal bucket he had squeezed into halfway, squatted down, and said with a smile:

"He went to deliver goat milk to the second-floor cabin."

Xu Han exclaimed in surprise, then asked blankly, "Do we need to deliver it ourselves? Isn't Brother Wu going to deliver it?"

"It's probably a copy setting."

Yu Shijiu didn't care much about that; he felt the game should leave them a possibility of going directly to the second-floor cabin.

"However... I saw something interesting."

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

Yu Shijiu, who was woken up by A Jin, was very obedient. He picked up another bucket full of goat milk and followed A Jin to the bottom deck door.

"Go faster."

Ajin, who was walking ahead, urged, "I have to hurry up and deliver the goat milk I'm holding, otherwise we'll be punished when the guests wake up!"

Yu Shijiu responded casually, "Do we really need to deliver the goat milk ourselves? Aren't Brother Wu and the others going to do it?"

“Angkor is too busy to care about such a thing.”

Ah Jin sighed and said as he walked up the stairs:

"After we finish our work, we just deliver the goat milk upstairs, and someone will come to collect it from the second floor."

Yu Shijiu nodded knowingly, "Brother Jin, do you want me to help you take it to the second floor?"

"That's not necessary."

Ah Jin shook his head: "Just take it to the deck for me. After you put it down, hurry back to work. Otherwise, you'll be punished if the guests use up all the milk I've milked."

"Ok."

Yu Shijiu guessed something, and feigned hesitation before continuing:

"After we squeeze through, will we have to carry it to the second floor ourselves?"

The two of them made heavy footsteps on the stairs, the force of their steps, some light and some heavy, causing the stairs, where dead fish occasionally appeared, to tremble slightly.

“…Let me take a look.”

Ajin reached out and pushed open the half-closed hatch in the lower deck, saying without turning his head:

"If I'm free later, I'll come back to find you. If I'm not back... you can carry the goat milk up to the second floor yourselves."

"Just knock on the door, someone will come to pick you up."

As he finished speaking, Ah Jin's back suddenly stiffened for a moment.

The sunlight outside the hold was already faintly shining in, and Yu Shijiu could see Ah Jin's hand, which was holding the iron bucket, suddenly tighten.

"?"

Yu Shijiu cautiously moved to the side, but her legs suddenly went weak.

He knew what he had stepped on without even looking down, and frowned.

Dead fish.

Again, these dead fish are everywhere.

"...What's your name again?"

Ah Jin, whose body was already mostly out of the lower deck, suddenly turned around, his facial expression unclear due to the backlighting.

"Yu Shijiu".

Yu Shijiu gave his name without hesitation. He looked up at A Jin, whose features were not clearly visible, and gave a well-behaved smile.

"Nineteen..." Ah Jin muttered to himself, "Is it the number nineteen, like eleven or twelve?"

"……Yes."

Yu Shijiu didn't refute it; in fact, he was happy to hear Ah Jin mispronounce his name and asked curiously:

"Brother Jin, what's wrong with my name?"

"Nothing, just asking for your name."

Ajin responded quickly. He stared intently at Yu Shijiu for a while before turning around, placing the iron bucket in his hand on the deck, and then turning back.

Give me the bucket.

Ah Jin gestured for Yu Shijiu to hand him the iron bucket, saying, "You don't need to come out with me. Go back to work."

"it is good."

As Yu Shijiu maintained his obedient persona, he handed the heavy iron bucket to A Jin, and he could feel the other's gaze constantly falling on his face and body.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Ah Jin's eyes didn't seem to have much malice, but... there was always a hint of regret, or rather, pity and sympathy in them.

It's a very strange feeling.

Yu Shijiu felt a chill run down his spine, but he excitedly licked his lips and smiled at A Jin.

"Brother Ajin".

Yu Shijiu said, "This is my first time working on a ship, so I will need your help in the future."

"..."

Ajin gave him a strange look, his smile somewhat unnatural:

"Of course, of course."

"..."

Yu Shijiu was not satisfied with A Jin's attitude. After thinking for a moment, he reluctantly took out a beautifully packaged chocolate from his pocket and handed it to A Jin, who was about to leave.

"Brother Ajin".

Yu Shijiu stepped forward and handed the chocolate to A Jin, pretending not to notice the other's furrowed brows, and whispered:

"This is chocolate I bought by saving up money while starving myself. Have a piece too, it's delicious, sweet, not bitter!"

Lu Chusheng, crouching in the dark corner of the stairwell: "..."

If he remembered correctly, the chocolate Yu Shijiu was handing out was one of the snacks he had casually bought when he went to see An Jie...

Little liar.

Lu Chusheng's lips curled up slightly.

"..."

On the stairs, Ah Jin stared at the small piece of chocolate in his hand, unconsciously tightening his grip on the iron bucket.

"This candy—no, this chocolate—isn't it expensive?"

Ajin hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the chocolate, licking his lips. "You're young, why don't you hold it and eat it—"

"Brother Ajin".

Yu Shijiu interrupted A Jin, "Take it. It may not be worth much to you, but it's my way of showing my appreciation."

As he spoke, Yu Shijiu "enthusiastically" reached out and gripped A Jin's hand, which wasn't loosening its grip much to begin with, even tighter, and winked as he said:

"As for the future, I hope Brother Jin can take good care of me. Compared to Brother Jin's experience, this is just a piece of chocolate that isn't very valuable."

After several months of positive "indoctrination" within the team, Yu Shijiu now speaks eloquently and fluently.

Lu Chusheng in the corner: "..."

He suspected that Anjie and the others might have shown Yu Shijiu some live streams about how to "please NPCs"... otherwise, how could Yu Shijiu speak so naturally?

The kind that requires absolutely no thinking.