When Ji Yushi said this, everyone was stunned.

Ji Yushi had never talked about personal matters in front of them, and this was the first time he mentioned something about himself.

Tang Le asked, “Consultant Ji, do you have a boyfriend?!”

Ji Yushi nodded, admitting it openly and confidently, as if revealing his sexual orientation to his supposedly homophobic teammates was not something difficult for him. Ji Yushi usually carried himself with an air of dignity and aloofness, embodying the scholarly temperament of a high intellectual. In times of danger, he was always quick to act, proving that his combat abilities were no less than those of the Guardians. His outstanding appearance made him a dazzling and almost mystical presence among them, incomparable to the repulsive Lin Xinlan.

If Lin Xinlan was the dirt everyone avoided, then Ji Yushi was the unreachable cloud in the sky—truly a world apart.

Tang Le was curious: “What does Consultant Ji’s boyfriend do?”

They walked across the lawn together.

Song Qinglan and Tang Qi walked ahead, and it was unclear whether they were paying attention to the conversation behind them.

Everyone was curious about what kind of person Ji Yushi’s boyfriend could be. Someone like Ji Yushi—what kind of person would he be attracted to, and who could be a match for him?

What does his boyfriend do?

Ji Yushi thought about it and said, “A Desktop Cleaning Master.”

Tang Le scratched the back of his head: “A Desktop Cleaning Master?”

Song Qinglan stopped in his tracks and asked, “What else?”

Three boyfriends—one is a Desktop Cleaning Master, what about the other two?

Tang Qi and Tang Le didn’t understand, but Ji Yushi immediately caught on to what Song Qinglan meant and responded lightly, “Same profession.”

No one had heard of this profession before, but they all sensed that something about the conversation between the two of them didn’t seem quite right.

Song Qinglan said no more and just turned around and continued walking.

Tang Qi wasn’t much of a talker, but Tang Le, who was quite the opposite, often asked the questions Tang Qi wanted to know. As they continued walking, Tang Le kept chatting with Ji Yushi.

Tang Le: “How did you two meet?”

The work at Sky Vault was so busy that it wasn’t conducive to developing relationships. Otherwise, Team Seven wouldn’t all be single. Even though their orientations were different, Tang Le, eager to find a partner, wanted to learn from Ji Yushi’s experience.

Ji Yushi: “We met outside, found each other pleasing to the eye, and there was mutual affection, so we took it home.”

Tang Le was shocked—this was not something he could learn: “That, that fast!”

Ji Yushi remained indifferent: “Yes.”

Tang Le: “Love at first sight?!”

Ji Yushi: “You could say that.”

They climbed the steps and walked onto the carved veranda, with Song Qinglan’s back just ahead of Ji Yushi.

Beneath the white T-shirt, Song Qinglan’s shoulder blades were faintly visible, his back solid and muscular. Walking through the ancient courtyard, Song Qinglan’s aggressive aura didn’t seem out of place at all.

For some reason, Ji Yushi knew that Song Qinglan was unhappy.

It seemed the more they talked, the faster Song Qinglan walked.

Perhaps he couldn’t stand listening anymore.

“Love at first sight, huh?” Tang Le marveled, “Your boyfriend must be really good-looking! I bet Consultant Ji has high standards! What type is he?!”

Ji Yushi didn’t deny the “good-looking” part: “Type… you could say cute?”

All three of his cats were not aloof at all. Even the little orange cat in the bubble world was still the clingy type. It seemed he just attracted that type of cat.

Tang Le almost choked.

Cute? Tang Le almost questioned his understanding of life—could it be that Consultant Ji was the dominant one in the relationship?

It wasn’t just him; the whole team probably assumed Ji Yushi was on the receiving end. Clearly, their perceptions needed updating.

“When they act spoiled or cling to me, they’re very cute.”

As they reached the entrance, Song Qinglan’s back paused.

Ji Yushi lowered his lashes and ended the conversation.

The interior of the courtyard was nothing like what they had imagined.

As soon as they entered, they were greeted by polished floors and walls, various black machines, and bright lights—this house wasn’t a cozy, elegant living space; it was their combat training ground from Sky Vault.

Li Chun almost tripped: “Damn, Captain Song, why is there a place like this in your transit station?”

Tang Le: “What the hell, it’s really a training ground?”

The transit station was supposed to be custom-made for comfort, right? They should be eating, drinking, and indulging themselves here. Why was there such a twisted setup?

Song Qinglan’s expression subtly changed.

When he had first appeared here alone, it had indeed been a living room. How had it completely changed after he took a walk outside? Only he knew that now, he actually felt a subtle urge to have a good, intense workout in the training room, as if a sudden, inexplicable frustration had built up in his chest, needing release.

Without looking back, Song Qinglan walked over to a punching bag: “This place makes me feel relaxed and comfortable, why not?”

Duan Wen walked to the ring and gave Song Qinglan a grin: “Captain, want to spar?”

Song Qinglan: “I won’t go easy on you.”

Duan Wen: “Don’t go easy, I just want to spar with a strong opponent.”

After finally closing the space-time rift and escaping from the addictive bubble world, they had somehow ended up back here, still unable to break free from Sky Vault’s control.

A group of men, rather than sulking, might as well enjoy their break to the fullest.

Song Qinglan found a black bandage and slowly wrapped it around his hand.

He took off his shoes, barefooted, and climbed into the ring, changing his attire in a split second. Gray T-shirt, black shorts—an outfit all too familiar in the Guardians’ training ground.

The two faced each other. Duan Wen also changed into the same outfit but was quickly outmatched by Song Qinglan.

Since becoming a combat instructor at the Guardians’ training camp, Song Qinglan rarely battled with his teammates.

Aside from Zhou Mingxuan, the others usually ended up getting beaten by Song Qinglan.

In this illusion, Duan Wen surprisingly volunteered to spar, and the rest of the team egged them on from the sidelines.

“Go, Brother Wen! Take him down!”

“Don’t hold back!”

“Captain Song, don’t hit Brother Wen’s face!”

A headband appeared on Song Qinglan’s forehead, tying back his hair to keep sweat from dripping. Once he stepped into the ring, Song Qinglan’s aggression became even more apparent.

With a high nose bridge, sharp gaze, and a hand gesture inviting Duan Wen to come at him, Song Qinglan curtly said, “Come.”

The two circled each other for a moment before Duan Wen suddenly lunged with a right hook, which Song Qinglan dodged with a sidestep.

Before Duan Wen could react, he heard the sound of a fist slicing through the air. Song Qinglan bent down and punched him right in the stomach.

Duan Wen gasped, knowing that Song Qinglan was always precise and ruthless, never giving him a chance to fight back. Cursing under his breath, Duan Wen aimed a leg sweep, but Song Qinglan seemed to have anticipated it, grabbing Duan Wen’s right leg and dragging him down. As Duan Wen hit the ground, he twisted in mid-air, barely managing to land on his feet.

Both fighters moved with precision and strength, their actions clean and crisp, making even the short exchange impressive.

It was clear they weren’t holding back against each other.

But this time, Song Qinglan was surprisingly patient, not ending the match quickly. He waited for Duan Wen to strike, then countered mercilessly, as if he were toying with him.

This infuriated Duan Wen, causing him to lose his composure and attack recklessly.

Amid the sound of fists meeting flesh and the cheers from the sidelines, the two were soon drenched in sweat after exchanging over fifty or sixty blows.

Duan Wen was finally pinned to the mat, breathing heavily and covered in bruises: “No, no more.”

“I’ve told you so many times not to be hasty.”

Song Qinglan, who had also taken a hit that left a bruise on the corner of his mouth, extended a hand. “You lose every time because you lose your cool when provoked.”

Duan Wen grabbed his captain’s hand and stood up, his anger slowly fading as he wiped the sweat off his face: “Damn, what does keeping my cool have to do with it?”

As soon as Duan Wen stepped down, someone else climbed into the ring.

This time it was Tang Qi.

The crowd cheered.

“Tang Qi is awesome!”

“Go, brother! Take out Captain Song’s legs first!”

Song Qinglan glanced at the crowd and realized they had opened beers, treating him like free entertainment.

Even Ji Yushi had taken a can, standing with the rest, watching with interest.

Tang Qi was enthusiastic, but he quickly followed in Duan Wen’s footsteps and got knocked down.

When Li Chun started climbing into the ring, Song Qinglan admired his courage but rejected him: “Get down.”

Li Chun: “Damn, I don’t qualify?”

Song Qinglan looked down at him: “I don’t want to play with you. Get Lao Zhou up here.”

“Lao Zhou!”

“Lao Zhou!”

Amid the cheers, Li Chun cursed as he climbed down from the ring.

Zhou Mingxuan, with his narrow eyes squinting, was Song Qinglan’s old sparring partner and the person who understood Song Qinglan’s combat style best. As the other combat instructor, Zhou Mingxuan was evenly matched with Song Qinglan.

He had been itching to fight for a while, just waiting for this moment.

Zhou Mingxuan handed his beer can to someone nearby: “Hold this for me.”

Tang Le immediately took it and cheekily said, “Lao Zhou, I believe in you. Knock down that arrogant Song!”

Li Chun also joined in, massaging Zhou Mingxuan’s shoulders: “Go for it, brother. I believe in you too. Captain Song is too cocky; you have to help us get revenge and show him what you’re made of.”

Zhou Mingxuan enjoyed the attention: “Sure, sure.”

On the ring, Song Qinglan had just finished downing a bottle of water, his sweat trickling down his neck. His black hair, once neatly tied back, was now messy, giving him a wild and dangerous look.

Only fighting Zhou Mingxuan was satisfying enough, so Song Qinglan had saved him for last.

Song Qinglan: “Enough acting, get up here.”

Zhou Mingxuan shrugged and started warming up, ready to step into the ring.

But just then, a cold voice rang out: “Wait a minute.”

Everyone turned to see that the one speaking was Ji Yushi.

The beer in Ji Yushi’s hand disappeared, replaced by a roll of bandages, which he began wrapping around his hand.

Everyone: “???”

No way, Consultant Ji couldn’t be thinking what they thought he was thinking, right?

Ji Yushi was the slimmest among them. In the ring, no amount of skill could match up against sheer size, and Song Qinglan’s brute strength alone would make things difficult for Ji Yushi. The group was shocked, wanting to dissuade him.

“Consultant Ji!”

“Listen to me, Consultant Ji, don’t fight Captain Song.”

“Yeah, let’s not join the fun!”

Ji Yushi had already finished wrapping his bandages, and under everyone’s watchful eyes, he gracefully leaped into the ring. Standing there, Ji Yushi was tall and upright, without a single drop of sweat, looking fresh and clean.

“Captain Song, up for it?” He beckoned with his hand, asking.