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Shen Yuan couldn’t escape from the headache that was making his world spin. He knew that the yoghurt seemed to have a strange taste, but still ate it without a second thought. He stirred a little on the soft mattress, his eyes slowly opening. Looking around he spotted a small tea table, books, a pot and cups and other decorations, making the room reassemble the ones he saw in the dramas his mother used to watch. Finally, his eyes stopped on an unknown figure, that was standing by the bed side, wearing ancient type of robes. His brow furrowed. Where was he?
Sensing the movement, the other man watched him with a worried expression and with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hasn’t slept in a long time.
“How are you feeling?”
“My head is hurting.” Shen Yuan sincerely explained because fuck, he felt like his brain will explode soon.
What has he learned from reading transmigration novels? Y ou never started going around and asked things like ‘are we filming a tv series?’. Do this and you most probably would be checked to not be possessed by a ghost or worse, burned on a rug. Like how stupid to be to ask such a thing? Would you go to sleep and next day wake up kidnapped to play in a famous drama? Of course not.
The most reasonable would be to use the ‘amnesia’ trope, but he wasn’t sure how to act yet, because he still had to understand if he recognized the place where he has transmigrated or what type of world he was in. It would be embarrassing to find out he was just lucid dreaming, but at least if that was the case, it was in his own mind and no one would ever find out.
He tried to sit up, but as soon he moved, the world started spinning once more, almost making him fall on his back. The man quickly supported him and helped him lay again.
“Qingqiu-shidi, I will better go and find Mu-shidi to check you again.”
“Alright.” A short and concise answer to not arise suspicion. If the man walked away, he had enough time to contemplate over the acquired information.
He didn’t recognize any of the names, so they either were small canon fodders or he didn’t read the book, which would turn out to be troublesome if that was the case. Qingqiu. This was his name. It wasn’t bad. And the doctor seemed to be named Mu. From the form of address “shidi”, he could deduce he was in a cultivation sect and the other two were probably his Martial Brothers. So it turned out that he transmigrated into a xianxia setting. Haha, it seemed pretty fascinating, there sure must be cultivators, powers, demons and monsters as in any other such creation.
The man that left to find the doctor was clearly over 20 something years, so he was also an adult... This drastically reduced the chances for him to be the protagonist, but he still held a little hope in his heart.
A new face entered the room, fallowed by the man from earlier. This was probably the so called Mu-shidi. Now a new problem arisen. He didn’t know his status, so how could he guess if he should also use -shidi- or -shixiong-??
“Shen-shixiong, please give me your hand to check your pulse.” Thankfully, the man offered all the answers he needed. He hardly managed to stop himself from showing his shock when he discovered he was also called -Shen- in this world. Shen Qingqiu.
Because the other referred to him as -shixiong- it meant he hold the higher status. Interesting. All that remained was to find more about the other man and he could solemnly declare he was better at this than expected, almost like a detective.
“Shen-shixiong’s meridians are fine. I’ll just prescribe some more concoction and rest.”
“Thank you for your trouble, Mu-shidi.” Shen Yuan probed and could’t miss the glimpse of surprise that passed through the other’s eyes. So right than he acted out of character for a moment, it meant their relationship wasn’t very good.
“No problem.” Mu-shidi said and after writing the prescription, he left without further explanations.
“I want to rest.” Shen Yuan said to the man that didn’t seem to have any intentions to leave soon. He wanted more time to inspect himself and to calm his nerves.
“Xiao Jiu...”
Wasn’t this too appropriate? And wasn’t he Qingqiu? What’s now with Jiu?
“Please.” Shen Yuan repeated one more, as to solidify his request.
“Alright.” The man sighed and then turned to leave.
After being finally left alone, Shen Yuan’s mind started racing. Fuck. He has transmigrated. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was so cool. But scary. However still cool.
He went to admire himself in the polished mirror, full of enthusiasm. His little fanboy heart started beating uncontrollably, excitement taking over the earlier stress and tension. Wow. He had delicate features and even long hair! Exactly like in dramas! So authentic! He was also more handsome than in his past live! Not bad at all!
Did he had powers too? He tried to concentrate and....feel something different? Something he hasn’t felt before in his previous body? And yes, it was there. A kind of warmness that spread through his entire body, which he could easily control. That must have been his qi! He managed to control all that power and send it in his right hand and then made a karate type of move, throwing his fist forward. A mediocre amount of qi bursted out, shattering the small mirror, creating a lot of unwanted noise. Ups.
He just used magic! With his bare hands! No way!! He would almost start to scream and run in circles if he didn’t already consider that all the noise that the shards made was enough. He quickly cleaned everything, hiding the sharp pieces under the furniture as if nothing happened at all.
While he was daydreaming about awesome fights and killing terrifying monsters, a new problem crept inside his mind. Clothes.
How was he going to dress if he has never even worn a mere cosplay. And these people were those strange ones with exaggerated modesty standards and a million layers. Why did he refuse his mother when he asked him to dress in ancient robes for a national commemoration??
In that right moment he was wearing just a mere sleeping robe, clearly not enough. He didn’t knew anyone in that sect beside Mu-shidi! Who to ask for help, ahh? Could’t he just walk around like that? The sleeping robe was covering all the important parts it should cover, it was almost like a bathrobe.
And now that he thought more about it, he had a big house, expensive objects, quality clothes, too much for a disciple. Could he be the Sect Leader? No. The others didn’t address him as such. But from what dots he could connect, someone with status and powers living in a cultivation sect, but still not being the Sect Leader....then there was a single possibility.
He was a teacher.
Fuck.