Chapter 501: The Twenty-Ninth Day of Transmigrating into an Alien War Novel

Chapter 501: The Twenty-Ninth Day of Entering the Alien War Novel

"An Cheng!" An Yi's voice rose slightly, with a clear note of warning. In his usual gentle tone, a firmness that was impossible to ignore appeared for the first time.

But An Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard.

He abruptly changed the subject again, his voice taking on a strangely casual, almost eerie lightness: "I also had a dream. Do you know what I dreamed about, Xiao Yi?"

He asked, like he was sharing a fun secret.

On the other end of the line, An Yi was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, his voice calm again, but colder than before. "I don't want to know."

"Mm." An Cheng let out a soft hum, a smile that was almost gentle spreading across his face—even though An Yi couldn't see it. "But I want to tell you."

He held the phone, listening to An Yi's even breathing on the other end, waiting, steeling himself.

The seconds ticked by.

The line stayed silent.

Then, An Yi's voice came through: "I've got things to do. Gotta go."

And with that, before An Cheng could say anything, the line went dead.

"Beep—beep—beep—" The dial tone buzzed in his ear.

An Cheng held the phone, not moving, still sitting on the bed in the same position.

Outside the window, the sunlight grew brighter, the strip of light had moved a little across the floor.

Laughter floated up from downstairs, and the sound of cars passing came from afar.

A new day had officially started. The world kept turning, nothing changed.

But he knew—something had already changed.

From the moment he said, "I am not your brother," the line called brotherhood had been ripped apart by his own hands.

The line of restraint he'd held had been crossed by his own doing.

An Cheng hung his head silently.

He stared at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, at that familiar name, at the profile picture he'd set for special alerts—a photo he'd secretly snapped on An Yi's sixteenth birthday. The boy sat by the window reading, sunlight dancing on the tip of his nose.

He stared at it for several minutes.

Then he opened WeChat and started typing.

He typed: [Xiao Yi, I also dreamed I was kissing you—in your room, in my room, in the garden, by the sea...]

Meanwhile, back in the dorm.

An Yi's phone buzzed.

The screen lit up with a new message from "Bro."

An Yi's gaze dropped at the name, then he reached for the phone, unlocked it, and opened the message.

The message was short—just one line.

An Yi read the line, then, expressionless, raised a hand and rubbed his temple.

Then he lowered his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching—he was amused despite himself.

An Cheng, you... fine then.

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Friday evening. The setting sun painted the sky a soft orange-red, the edges of the clouds trimmed with gold.

The streetlights on campus blinked on one by one, casting pools of dim yellow light into the deepening dusk.

An Yi said goodbye to his three roommates, who were eagerly watching the drama play out—though they had no clue what was really going on. But lately, An Cheng had been showing up constantly outside the dorm and near the classroom buildings, following him with an almost stubborn persistence. Anyone could tell something was up.

A rich family feud? Brothers fighting? Over money? Over a girl? That didn't fit either...

Chen Heguang muttered under his breath. He felt like An Yi's brother had become a different person these past couple of days... He felt the way he looked at An Yi, the way he acted, was a little... like a suitor?

That kind of focus and possessiveness wasn't exactly what you'd expect between brothers.

But they were brothers!

It couldn't be, could it?

He smiled and brushed it off.

How could that even be possible?

Even though the way An Cheng looked at An Yi was undeniably intense, they were brothers—legally, brothers who'd lived together for over ten years.

That bond was like an unbridgeable gap, making every fleeting, ambiguous thought in his head seem ridiculous.

He'd really been reading too many novels. What was he even thinking?

An Yi walked straight out of the dorm, crossed campus in the evening light, and headed toward the residential area past the school gate. The hem of his white shirt swayed gently in the breeze.

He reached the building where An Cheng was renting, glanced up at the lit window on the seventh floor, then walked into the entrance and hit the elevator button.

The elevator rose smoothly, its metal doors reflecting his blurred reflection—calm face, indifferent eyes.

The seventh floor.

An Yi stood at the door and punched in the passcode—An Cheng had given him everything: address, unit number, code...

"Beep—"

The lock clicked open, and An Yi pushed the door in.

The living room was bathed in warm, yellow light. An Cheng sat in an armchair by the floor-to-ceiling window, back to the door, staring out at the darkening sky.

Hearing the door open, he snapped his head around.

When he saw who it was at the door, An Cheng froze.

His eyes went wide—first shock, then disbelief, then a joy that nearly spilled over.

He nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Xiao Yi..." he started. "Xiao Yi! What are you doing here?"

He stood there, staring at An Yi in the doorway, his gaze burning like it could sear right through him.

An Yi looked at him, a cold smile forming on his face.

His tone was almost gentle: "Didn't you text me saying you missed me, wanted to see me, dreamed of kissing me again last night, and even sent the address again?"

He stepped inside, casually shutting the door behind him.

The door clicked shut softly.

An Cheng's ears instantly turned red.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, to defend himself, to find some excuse to cover up those explicit messages.

But in the end, he just stood there, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then spoke: "...Yeah."

He admitted it, without any attempt to hide it.

Then he raised his eyes to look at An Yi: "So... can I?"

An Yi walked in, stopping in the middle of the living room, and laughed at that, his eyes curving and the corners of his lips lifting: "You're being a creep with me, An Cheng?"

He looked An Cheng straight in the eyes, arms crossed.

"Yeah." An Cheng's voice caught, hearing An Yi say his name, which made his ears burn even hotter and his heart beat faster.

He just owned it: "I really do want to do something to you, Xiao Yi..."

He took half a step closer, leaving less than a meter between them.

It was too close—close enough to see their reflections in each other's eyes, to feel the other's breath, to catch the familiar scent of the other.

An Yi had his signature scent on him.

"Stop." An Yi waved his hand, holding it up to stop him, cutting off the racy words that were about to come out.

Then he turned and sat down on the long sofa, his gaze sweeping across the living room.

Nothing else stood out, except by the window there was a high-powered telescope, its black body angled toward the outside, pointing directly at the university campus.