Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 70

Bixing Lu put another hand into his mouth, raising his head and giving a long meaningful whistle. From the window where the water had just poured down, a figure appeared, looking at them behind the window.

   

Bixing Lu yelled at them like they were acquaintances: “Stop hiding, I’ve already seen you! How could you treat me like this? Fooling such a handsome man like me by this kind of insincere trick? You’ve broken my heart!”

People around snickered, and the window opened. A woman in pajamas popped her head out, smiling contentedly, easily to tell about her unseemly job.

“What are you laughing at?” Bixing Lu waved his hand casually, “Apologize for this and give me two packs of cigarettes. Hurry!”

There were more talking behind the window and people popped their head out – there were women and men, with straight hair, curly hair, or even colorful hair. Those people did not dress formally, giggling and flirting, pushing each other for a while. Finally, they collected two packs of no-name brand cigarettes and dropped them. The cigarettes just fell into Bixing Lu’s arms.

From the earth era to the new sidereal calendar, the history of “cigarettes, liquor, tea, and sugar” was just as long as human history – there were unimaginable extravagant products with a variety of high technologies, and also those hand-made, shoddy cigarettes. There was a saucy man on the cigarette case, standing askew and winking at the people outside. Inside this, there were the Eighth Galaxy “special offer” crude cigarettes. You could smell strong tar from the case, very acrid, with their infirm roll curled up at the edge.

Bixing Lu took the cigarettes and posed similarly to the man’s gesture on the case, waving to the beauties upstairs and grabbing Jingheng Lin to keep moving: “Thanks for your cigarettes!”

Those beauties who had just been blackmailed two case of cigarettes found he was such a lovely man, throwing a kiss to him together.

Jingheng Lin, who kept thinking how to appropriately pull his hand out, did not pay much attention to what had just happened. He thought that this interstellar homestay-boy had some acquaintance in the Morning Star, but when he got a case of cigarettes from Bixing Lu, he just realized that there was something wrong. After walking away about a hundred meters, our Wotto Commodore Lin finally got his mind back, asking with a frown: “Wait, is that a gang of extortion and prostitution?”

In the bustling market with mixed good and evil, those buildings which seemed to be normal turned out to be the red-light district hiding among the neighborhoods – the members from these buildings were usually the lower class of the society, who could not even clean themselves up. As a result, they were not able to sell themselves out and could only make a living by extortion.

Here was the regular routine – first, someone would hold a basin of water, waiting next to the window. When the target walked through the building, they would pour the water down. The unlucky person who suddenly suffered from this unexpected disaster would absolutely want an explanation. Then those people in the building were going to use the name of apologies, asking them to “come inside and let us dry your clothes”.

Finally, apologies and comforting would become the combo of “getting drunk, losing one’s footing and falling into a badger game”, making sure this sheep would leave without one penny left.

Bixing Lu turned to look at Jingheng Lin. After looking at each other for a while, he could not help smiling, and said: “Commodore, your reaction is not just slower by a half tempo, but by half an opera!”

Jingheng Lin: "..."

For this whole day, he was stuck with the philosophical questions like “Where am I from, where will I go”. Since he had driven from the base, half of his mind was floating in the air. He was so careless that he let it go for too long, not even noticing such a scene could happen under his eyes.

Bixing Lu read Commodore Lin’s mind from his face as his expression changed to being sullen – how dare they, looking for death?

“Hey, forget it! We’ve already left. It is meaningless to turn back and look for trouble, right?” Bixing Lu opened his arms, stopping him with beaming smile.

It was quite irrational how he looked at Jingheng Lin through the screen of a few layers of hormone: he thought of him as adorable when he was hard on other people, he could even find a bit of cuteness from his cold and murderous face. Like a psycho with an extremely bad taste.  

“Someone in that building must have a good luck, saving their lives from our commodore’s distraction. What’s this? It must be the luck like a koi fish*! Hurry, keep the koi fish cigarettes in your pocket, this is a serendipitous discovery… Look, there is a fortune-teller! Let’s go to get some lucky words while the Luck Fairy is still with us!”