DPM Chapter 44- Sprucing Up Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
If……Ye Fan could set foot on a Federation spaceship, because of his Uncle Luo—the Night Shard might never exist.
Pleased with his own idea, Wu Xingyun felt a little thrill. Indeed, it was a genius plan that satisfied rival demands!
Ye Fan said: “Yes, their family used to next door to mine. His daughter even gave me remedial tutoring. I didn’t expect to see him now……We……Let’s go find him!”
After determining their itinerary, they both felt more at ease. They were sure there was still plenty of time, and Ye Fan wanted to learn more survival skills. When they next met danger, he didn’t want to act confused or flustered.
Wu Xingyun declined teaching Ye Fan how to shoot. They didn’t have much ammunition, and learning precise marksmanship required a lot of bullets and long-term practicing. Both those conditions couldn’t currently be met.
Facing a large mutant species, if Ye Fan couldn’t shoot accurately, hitting a vital point with one shot, it was better to not shoot at all. Wu Xingyun considered it more useful to teach Ye Fan some fundamental fighting techniques.
Wu Xingyun showed Ye Fan basic moves. Wu Xingyun had a no-frills fighting style, having learned from the army, and later a bit from Mozun. Still, there was a limit to what he could teach Ye Fan.
Out in the yard, Wu Xingyun would demonstrate once through, then Ye Fan would follow.
It quickly became clear to Wu Xingyun that Ye Fan had an unusual talent for martial arts. Most moves Wu Xingyun only had to demonstrate once and Ye Fan would mimic perfectly. The slightly more difficult moves Ye Fan would master after two or three tries.
Watching Ye Fan punching and kicking through a standard sequence, Wu Xingyun was vaguely distracted.
He remembered that the Mozun he’d known had had superb martial arts. From now to then……Who’d taught Mozun?
Was it the one who looked like Wu Xingyun? It wasn’t actually himself, was it?
While Wu Xingyun’s imagination was running wild, Ye Fan stopped in the middle and asked: “Is this the Qindiquan?”
Wu Xingyun nodded affirmatively. Never mind that it certainly wasn’t. But Ye Fan didn’t know that. What Wu Xingyun said it was, it was!
Ye Fan, after practicing a sequence twice, was unreconciled to playing alone. He stole a glance at Wu Xingyun, and saw that the soldier wasn’t looking particularly stern. Given an inch and wanting a mile, Ye Fan said: “I heard that these moves should have a sparring partner……Yun, will you train with me?”
Meaning to decline, Wu Xingyun caught sight of Ye Fan’s hopefully expectant expression. Although the face looked the same, the Night Shard’s disagreeable aura wasn’t there. Wu Xingyun couldn’t find the words to refuse.
Wu Xingyun took position. “Come!”
Ye Fan threw a punch that Wu Xingyun easily dodged. Their fighting wasn’t fancy, though Wu Xingyun could take down Ye Fan with one move. With no appreciation for flashiness, they fought like hungry dogs pouncing on food.
At first, it was always Wu Xingyun twisting Ye Fan to ground. Though Wu Xingyun took care to not go too hard or too easy. However, maybe due to being a beginner, Ye Fan had no sense of restraint. With difficulty, he found a hole in Wu Xingyun’s defense, and hurriedly kicked a foot. While Wu Xingyun’s center of gravity was shifting, Ye Fan threw himself on the soldier. Not like a dog rushing for scraps, but like a fierce tiger protecting its feed.
Wu Xingyun’s knee was accidently hurt in the fall. He said: “Stop.” Yet Ye Fan didn’t listen. Not only did Ye Fan not listen, he twisted Wu Xingyun’s arm hard, saying: “Ha! I’m holding you down!”
“It hurts.” Wu Xingyun’s knee was grinding a hole into the ground.
Ye Fan didn’t realize. He thought the other side was feigning. Anyway, no matter what Ye Fan shouldn’t let go his hold. So, instead of letting go, he ruthlessly pressed his leg against Wu Xingyun’s knee. Condescendingly staring down at Wu Xingyun, Ye Fan grinned: “Don’t lie to me, I’m not deceived!”
When he spoke the words, Ye Fan’s newly sharp eyesight took in the lines of Wu Xingyun’s lips, faintly visible white teeth exposed. Something surged in Ye Fan’s heart, but he didn’t know what it was. At this distance, in this position, the soldier’s scent was very intense.
Unable to stand Ye Fan’s innocence, Wu Xingyun swatted Ye Fan. “My knee is hurt!”
“Huh?” Ye Fan let go of Wu Xingyun, and when the soldier walked to a room, Ye Fan immediately followed.
Wu Xingyun sat on a stool, rolling up his trouser leg, finding the skin on his knee was scraped and bleeding. Frightened and nonplused, Ye Fan busily searched for iodine, bandages, and cotton swabs, messily piling them up on a table when he found them.
In the dim light, Wu Xingyun’s face was opaque, as he calmly disinfected his wound with the iodine, his movements adept.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan was deeply repenting, the joy of his first win completely dissipated. He moved a chair to sit by Wu Xingyun’s side, acting like a puppy who’d made a mistake, afraid of the owner’s rebuke, and even more worried about being ignored.
“I……I’m sorry……Let me help you……” Ye Fan whispered.
“It’s nothing, I’ll just use some anti-inflammatories.” Wu Xingyun didn’t pay much mind to Ye Fan’s mood, but when he went to pack things back up, he found the iodine in Ye Fan’s hands.
“I didn’t mean to, let me do something……” Ye Fan took a cotton swab and wiped Wu Xingyun’s knee, nevermind it had already been cleaned.
Even in the dusk, close to Wu Xingyun’s skin, Ye Fan could discern varying scars on Wu Xingyun’s leg.
The soldier must have suffered a lot, to have had that many injuries. It surely must have hurt? Silently pondering, Ye Fan noticed Wu Xingyun starting to pull his pant leg back down.
“Yun……How did you get those scars?”
Taken aback, Wu Xingyun paused his movements, before casually saying: “During training.”
“Here too?” Ye Fan pointed at a ten centimeter long scar that looked like a burn.
It was a scar from when Wu Xingyun had been an infantryman, swept by the Demon Army’s light net.
Wu Xingyun shrugged. “I got it on a mission.”
“What about here?” Ye Fan’s fingers touched Wu Xingyun’s skin, brushing a bullet-shaped scar on the leg bone.
Ye Fan found Wu Xingyun’s skin supple and pleasing to touch. He didn’t want to take his fingers away.
“I was……Wounded by the enemy,” Wu Xingyun claimed. In truth, he had been training as a Ghost soldier and got bitten by an animal.
His hand slowly gliding over the scar, Ye Fan’s fingertips were smooth, the friction of their skin discomforting Wu Xingyun. He went to pull his leg back, when Ye Fan asked: “Then here?”
It was a slender scar, made by a long splinter piercing the calf. The night Wu Xingyun had quarreled with Mozun on Yuanxing, in the small house where they had lived together, Mozun had become so enraged he’d destroyed the building. When Wu Xingyun had fallen, a wooden thorn had stuck him.
Wu Xingyun said nothing, Ye Fan’s hand softly running over it with warm fingertips.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Ye Fan’s voice wobbled a little, feeling an electric current running from the skin to his fingertip, straight up his arm, to his heart.
Quietly rolling down his trouser leg, Wu Xingyun said: “That’s from a fight with an asshole.”
Glancing up, Ye Fan met Wu Xingyun’s ambiguous gaze, an ineffable look in the soldier’s eyes that made Ye Fan inexplicably panicked and confused.
Ye Fan stood up by Wu Xingyun, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to express it.
He saw Wu Xingyun’s lips slightly trembling. The old Ye Fan wouldn’t have noticed the miniscule shifts, however now his senses were sharp. While Wu Xingyun was in front of him, no subtle change could escape Ye Fan’s eye.
Ye Fan could detect the shaking of Wu Xingyun’s throat, the suddenly accelerated heartbeat.
Slowly squatting down, Ye Fan got very close to Wu Xingyun. The air was filled with the soldier’s scent, and in the dimness, Ye Fan saw that Wu Xingyun’s eyes were misty.
Out of nowhere, Ye Fan recalled the feeling of pressing Wu Xingyun underneath himself.
Ye Fan hadn’t felt anything at the time, yet when he remembered it now, he thought about the feel of that skin, the vigorous body, the flesh hidden by clothes.
He could imagine extending his hand. Kneading it. Rubbing it.
Leaning even closer, Ye Fan rested one hand on the grip of the chair, the other hand subconsciously stretching towards Wu Xingyun’s waist.
Wu Xingyun retreated, the feet of the chair making a shrill sound against the floor. He got up and walked outside.
In the moment Wu Xingyun turned, Ye Fan saw the soldier glance at himself.
It was a very fast look, less than a millisecond. Ordinary people wouldn’t have detected it.
Ye Fan did.
Wu Xingyun’s mood had somehow changed. Apparently, he didn’t like Ye Fan too much. But he didn’t hate Ye Fan, either. Ye Fan didn’t understand Wu Xingyun’s emotion, then he looked down where Wu Xingyun’s gaze had swept.
The crotch of Ye Fan’s pants was making a large tent.
Fuck! Ye Fan finally realized just what he’d been wanting to do, what kind of impulse it was.
Thoroughly ashamed, he gave himself a slap on the face, and pulled his hair, feeling that he’d behaved worse than an animal. Then he immediately realized he had to explain this. Ye Fan definitely wasn’t gay, absolutely……He’d explain it clearly to Yun. What if Yun abandoned him? He had to make it very clear! He would just say……It was morning wood! After all, every man experienced it, Yun would forgive Ye Fan……
Qindiquan literal translation –capture enemy fist
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DPM Chapter 44- Sprucing Up Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
If……Ye Fan could set foot on a Federation spaceship, because of his Uncle Luo—the Night Shard might never exist.
Pleased with his own idea, Wu Xingyun felt a little thrill. Indeed, it was a genius plan that satisfied rival demands!
Ye Fan said: “Yes, their family used to next door to mine. His daughter even gave me remedial tutoring. I didn’t expect to see him now……We……Let’s go find him!”
After determining their itinerary, they both felt more at ease. They were sure there was still plenty of time, and Ye Fan wanted to learn more survival skills. When they next met danger, he didn’t want to act confused or flustered.
Wu Xingyun declined teaching Ye Fan how to shoot. They didn’t have much ammunition, and learning precise marksmanship required a lot of bullets and long-term practicing. Both those conditions couldn’t currently be met.
Facing a large mutant species, if Ye Fan couldn’t shoot accurately, hitting a vital point with one shot, it was better to not shoot at all. Wu Xingyun considered it more useful to teach Ye Fan some fundamental fighting techniques.
Wu Xingyun showed Ye Fan basic moves. Wu Xingyun had a no-frills fighting style, having learned from the army, and later a bit from Mozun. Still, there was a limit to what he could teach Ye Fan.
Out in the yard, Wu Xingyun would demonstrate once through, then Ye Fan would follow.
It quickly became clear to Wu Xingyun that Ye Fan had an unusual talent for martial arts. Most moves Wu Xingyun only had to demonstrate once and Ye Fan would mimic perfectly. The slightly more difficult moves Ye Fan would master after two or three tries.
Watching Ye Fan punching and kicking through a standard sequence, Wu Xingyun was vaguely distracted.
He remembered that the Mozun he’d known had had superb martial arts. From now to then……Who’d taught Mozun?
Was it the one who looked like Wu Xingyun? It wasn’t actually himself, was it?
While Wu Xingyun’s imagination was running wild, Ye Fan stopped in the middle and asked: “Is this the Qindiquan?”
Wu Xingyun nodded affirmatively. Never mind that it certainly wasn’t. But Ye Fan didn’t know that. What Wu Xingyun said it was, it was!
Ye Fan, after practicing a sequence twice, was unreconciled to playing alone. He stole a glance at Wu Xingyun, and saw that the soldier wasn’t looking particularly stern. Given an inch and wanting a mile, Ye Fan said: “I heard that these moves should have a sparring partner……Yun, will you train with me?”
Meaning to decline, Wu Xingyun caught sight of Ye Fan’s hopefully expectant expression. Although the face looked the same, the Night Shard’s disagreeable aura wasn’t there. Wu Xingyun couldn’t find the words to refuse.
Wu Xingyun took position. “Come!”
Ye Fan threw a punch that Wu Xingyun easily dodged. Their fighting wasn’t fancy, though Wu Xingyun could take down Ye Fan with one move. With no appreciation for flashiness, they fought like hungry dogs pouncing on food.
At first, it was always Wu Xingyun twisting Ye Fan to ground. Though Wu Xingyun took care to not go too hard or too easy. However, maybe due to being a beginner, Ye Fan had no sense of restraint. With difficulty, he found a hole in Wu Xingyun’s defense, and hurriedly kicked a foot. While Wu Xingyun’s center of gravity was shifting, Ye Fan threw himself on the soldier. Not like a dog rushing for scraps, but like a fierce tiger protecting its feed.
Wu Xingyun’s knee was accidently hurt in the fall. He said: “Stop.” Yet Ye Fan didn’t listen. Not only did Ye Fan not listen, he twisted Wu Xingyun’s arm hard, saying: “Ha! I’m holding you down!”
“It hurts.” Wu Xingyun’s knee was grinding a hole into the ground.
Ye Fan didn’t realize. He thought the other side was feigning. Anyway, no matter what Ye Fan shouldn’t let go his hold. So, instead of letting go, he ruthlessly pressed his leg against Wu Xingyun’s knee. Condescendingly staring down at Wu Xingyun, Ye Fan grinned: “Don’t lie to me, I’m not deceived!”
When he spoke the words, Ye Fan’s newly sharp eyesight took in the lines of Wu Xingyun’s lips, faintly visible white teeth exposed. Something surged in Ye Fan’s heart, but he didn’t know what it was. At this distance, in this position, the soldier’s scent was very intense.
Unable to stand Ye Fan’s innocence, Wu Xingyun swatted Ye Fan. “My knee is hurt!”
“Huh?” Ye Fan let go of Wu Xingyun, and when the soldier walked to a room, Ye Fan immediately followed.
Wu Xingyun sat on a stool, rolling up his trouser leg, finding the skin on his knee was scraped and bleeding. Frightened and nonplused, Ye Fan busily searched for iodine, bandages, and cotton swabs, messily piling them up on a table when he found them.
In the dim light, Wu Xingyun’s face was opaque, as he calmly disinfected his wound with the iodine, his movements adept.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan was deeply repenting, the joy of his first win completely dissipated. He moved a chair to sit by Wu Xingyun’s side, acting like a puppy who’d made a mistake, afraid of the owner’s rebuke, and even more worried about being ignored.
“I……I’m sorry……Let me help you……” Ye Fan whispered.
“It’s nothing, I’ll just use some anti-inflammatories.” Wu Xingyun didn’t pay much mind to Ye Fan’s mood, but when he went to pack things back up, he found the iodine in Ye Fan’s hands.
“I didn’t mean to, let me do something……” Ye Fan took a cotton swab and wiped Wu Xingyun’s knee, nevermind it had already been cleaned.
Even in the dusk, close to Wu Xingyun’s skin, Ye Fan could discern varying scars on Wu Xingyun’s leg.
The soldier must have suffered a lot, to have had that many injuries. It surely must have hurt? Silently pondering, Ye Fan noticed Wu Xingyun starting to pull his pant leg back down.
“Yun……How did you get those scars?”
Taken aback, Wu Xingyun paused his movements, before casually saying: “During training.”
“Here too?” Ye Fan pointed at a ten centimeter long scar that looked like a burn.
It was a scar from when Wu Xingyun had been an infantryman, swept by the Demon Army’s light net.
Wu Xingyun shrugged. “I got it on a mission.”
“What about here?” Ye Fan’s fingers touched Wu Xingyun’s skin, brushing a bullet-shaped scar on the leg bone.
Ye Fan found Wu Xingyun’s skin supple and pleasing to touch. He didn’t want to take his fingers away.
“I was……Wounded by the enemy,” Wu Xingyun claimed. In truth, he had been training as a Ghost soldier and got bitten by an animal.
His hand slowly gliding over the scar, Ye Fan’s fingertips were smooth, the friction of their skin discomforting Wu Xingyun. He went to pull his leg back, when Ye Fan asked: “Then here?”
It was a slender scar, made by a long splinter piercing the calf. The night Wu Xingyun had quarreled with Mozun on Yuanxing, in the small house where they had lived together, Mozun had become so enraged he’d destroyed the building. When Wu Xingyun had fallen, a wooden thorn had stuck him.
Wu Xingyun said nothing, Ye Fan’s hand softly running over it with warm fingertips.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Ye Fan’s voice wobbled a little, feeling an electric current running from the skin to his fingertip, straight up his arm, to his heart.
Quietly rolling down his trouser leg, Wu Xingyun said: “That’s from a fight with an asshole.”
Glancing up, Ye Fan met Wu Xingyun’s ambiguous gaze, an ineffable look in the soldier’s eyes that made Ye Fan inexplicably panicked and confused.
Ye Fan stood up by Wu Xingyun, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to express it.
He saw Wu Xingyun’s lips slightly trembling. The old Ye Fan wouldn’t have noticed the miniscule shifts, however now his senses were sharp. While Wu Xingyun was in front of him, no subtle change could escape Ye Fan’s eye.
Ye Fan could detect the shaking of Wu Xingyun’s throat, the suddenly accelerated heartbeat.
Slowly squatting down, Ye Fan got very close to Wu Xingyun. The air was filled with the soldier’s scent, and in the dimness, Ye Fan saw that Wu Xingyun’s eyes were misty.
Out of nowhere, Ye Fan recalled the feeling of pressing Wu Xingyun underneath himself.
Ye Fan hadn’t felt anything at the time, yet when he remembered it now, he thought about the feel of that skin, the vigorous body, the flesh hidden by clothes.
He could imagine extending his hand. Kneading it. Rubbing it.
Leaning even closer, Ye Fan rested one hand on the grip of the chair, the other hand subconsciously stretching towards Wu Xingyun’s waist.
Wu Xingyun retreated, the feet of the chair making a shrill sound against the floor. He got up and walked outside.
In the moment Wu Xingyun turned, Ye Fan saw the soldier glance at himself.
It was a very fast look, less than a millisecond. Ordinary people wouldn’t have detected it.
Ye Fan did.
Wu Xingyun’s mood had somehow changed. Apparently, he didn’t like Ye Fan too much. But he didn’t hate Ye Fan, either. Ye Fan didn’t understand Wu Xingyun’s emotion, then he looked down where Wu Xingyun’s gaze had swept.
The crotch of Ye Fan’s pants was making a large tent.
Fuck! Ye Fan finally realized just what he’d been wanting to do, what kind of impulse it was.
Thoroughly ashamed, he gave himself a slap on the face, and pulled his hair, feeling that he’d behaved worse than an animal. Then he immediately realized he had to explain this. Ye Fan definitely wasn’t gay, absolutely……He’d explain it clearly to Yun. What if Yun abandoned him? He had to make it very clear! He would just say……It was morning wood! After all, every man experienced it, Yun would forgive Ye Fan……
Qindiquan literal translation –capture enemy fist
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