The Cannon Fodder Real Young Master is a Slime?! - Chapter 4

“Why won’t you live together with me?” The young man’s tone was full of grievance, his long, dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pine-green eyes seemed stained with a touch of disappointment.

Lu Que remained unmoved. Ignoring Shi Yunmu’s pitiful appearance, he reminded him, “We have not registered our marriage and obtained our certificates yet.”

Shi Yunmu said, “But we can get them tomorrow!”

“Then we will talk about it tomorrow.” The man chose a tactical detour.

Shi Yunmu curled his lip and accepted it verbally, “Alright then.”

He turned back into the room. Only after closing the door did he inspect his new residence: the entire room was exceptionally clean, with no dust and no musty smell. Shi Yunmu walked over and touched the bedsheets; they had actually been freshly changed as well.

The original owner of the body did not have much luggage, only a black backpack, which had also been properly and neatly placed against the bay window sill.

Standing by the bay window, Shi Yunmu pulled out the original owner’s pajamas. The pajamas were a two-piece top-and-bottom set, completely blue all over without any patterns.

The slime shook out the clothes, then took out the dust demon that had been stuffed inside his pants pocket all this time, throwing it onto the bed without mercy before beginning to concentrate whole-heartedly on studying how to put on the pajamas.

Having been thrown ruthlessly, the dust demon rolled several times on the bed, becoming so dizzy that stars spun before its eyes. It felt resentful but dared not speak out: rounding things off, it had followed this slime through fire and water, and had even broken into dragon’s dens and tiger’s lairs. It had been so difficult, yet he actually treated it like this!

However, it only dared to grumble a few words in its heart. After all, it had seen this slime beat up a higher-level Shadow Tiger despite having almost no magic power; the dust demon, fearing for its small life, naturally did not dare to behave insolently.

After recovering for a good while, it bounced up again to stabilize its form and looked at the young man who was changing his clothes with his back turned toward it.

The young man slightly lowered his slender, delicate neck, stubbornly fighting with the pajama buttons. The exposed skin was so dazzlingly white that it seemed capable of glowing, and the thin layer of muscle covering it was just right.

“What are you staring at me for?” Just as the dust demon was staring, it heard Shi Yunmu ask out of the blue, the green eyes that glanced over carrying a half-smile.

The dust demon snapped out of it and stammered flatteringly, “I—I was thinking, My Lord, this skin and appearance of yours is truly excellent!”

Hearing this, the slime pulled out his phone and sized himself up: it was probably due to the fusion between himself and the original owner’s body, this face had developed some subtle discrepancies compared to the selfies in the original owner’s phone. It looked very similar, but in reality, if one looked closely, it seemed as if a slight difference could be found everywhere.

Although he still preferred his original true form, the slime was also satisfied with his current appearance. He nodded in agreement with the dust demon’s words, “Yes, I also think I am very good-looking!”

Having successfully escaped a disaster, the dust demon let out a sigh of relief and asked cautiously, “My Lord, why did you insist on living with that human just now? Wouldn’t it be better not to live with him? That way, we wouldn’t risk being exposed…”

Finally finishing with the clothes, Shi Yunmu flopped onto the bed with a thud, kneading and flattening the dust demon into various shapes, speaking in a lazy tone, “Are you stupid? Humans are most prone to relaxing when they are sleeping. If I live together with him first, won’t I be able to find a good opportunity to swallow him up?”

The slime had always remained true to his original aspiration; his intent to swallow people was clear enough to be witnessed by heaven and earth.

The dust demon suddenly understood, “So that’s how it is! You truly have the foresight—”

Before the word “foresight” could leave its mouth, the young man’s eyes flashed, and with sharp alertness, he directly used the T-shirt he had just changed out of to cover the black furry ball.

The dust demon, whose vision suddenly went black: “…”

Damn it.

The bedroom door was also knocked upon at the appropriate time, and Lu Que’s deep voice sounded from outside the door, “Are you asleep?”

“No!”

Shi Yunmu called back loudly, sat up from the bed, put on his slippers, shuffled over, and opened the bedroom door.

Standing outside the door was indeed Lu Que, holding a teacup in his hand. Two buttons of the man’s white shirt were casually undone, revealing the smooth lines of his collarbones inside. His tied-up ponytail had already been let loose, and his ink-black hair draped behind him, softening the sharp look of his brows and eyes, adding a few hints of domestic gentleness.

The two stood somewhat close. Lu Que lowered his eyes, his gaze falling upon the fluffy top of the young man’s head.

Immediately, the person with the fluffy top of his head raised his face, staring at him and asking, “Is there anything else?”

The man lifted his arm slightly, indicating the steaming tea in his hand, “Drink a little before sleeping.”

“What is this?” Shi Yunmu asked curiously.

Lu Que said, “Sour jujube seed tea, it helps with relaxation and peaceful sleep.”

There was certainly no harm in tasting it, but the slime still hesitated for a rare moment.

This hesitant expression fell into the man’s eyes, and it took on another layer of meaning.

His brow bone twitching slightly, Lu Que asked, “Do you dislike sour jujube seeds?”

Shi Yunmu shook his head.

He had never even tasted sour jujube seeds, how could he dislike them. It was just that slimes did not need sleep, and at night he only lowered his bodily functions to pretend to sleep; he didn’t know how much of this sleep-inducing effect would actually remain effective on him.

Without hesitating for too long, the slime made up his mind to try new things, “Give it to me, thank you.”

“Mm,” Lu Que handed it over and said calmly, “Taste it first to see if it’s too hot.”

Shi Yunmu accepted it carefully. A faint tea fragrance lingered around the tip of his nose, and he took a small sip, “Mmh, it’s just right.”

Lu Que said, “After drinking it, place it by the bedside. I will clean it up tomorrow morning.”

“Okay!” Shi Yunmu replied. Pausing for a moment, he re-adopted his persona and said softly, “Thank you, hubby.”

His husband-to-be knitted his brows, still slightly unaccustomed to this form of address. But Lu Que gave up on correcting Shi Yunmu; he merely nodded in a hurry, turned around holding his own teacup, and went back to his room.

Shi Yunmu closed the door again, and only then did the dust demon struggle to arch its way out from the clothes covering it, “My Lord, are you really going to drink what that human gave you?” It was more worried about Shi Yunmu’s safety than Shi Yunmu himself, “Look at him, a policeman like that… could he be putting poison in the water?”

The young man sat by the edge of the bed, sipping in small mouthfuls, and said calmly, “It’s not poisoned.”

The dust demon was curious, “How do you know whether it’s poisoned or not?”

“I smelled it,” Shi Yunmu said with disdain. “Don’t you have this skill?”

The dust demon: “…” Truly sorry about that, they dust demons were just this weak and small!

And what do you mean by smelling it out? Is your race actually a slime, or is it a canine-type magical beast?!

The slime took another sip, smacked his lips, and said, “It’s just that I feel the flavor inside isn’t limited to just sour jujube seeds; something else might have been added to soothe the nerves.”

The dust demon whispered ill words of Lu Que behind his back, “Then that ‘something else’ might very well be poison!”

Shi Yunmu glanced at the dust demon. That gaze was incredibly light, and the dust demon instantly shut its mouth, not daring to speak.

The young man cradled the teacup. The temperature of the tea transferred to his fingertips it was not scalding, but rather an appropriate warmth. Shi Yunmu curled his fingers to rub the surface of the cup. He lowered his head to look at his own reflection in the water, recalling Lu Que’s appearance just now, as well as the clean room…

He had researched on his phone on the way here. Among humans’ requirements for a partner, they required them to be good-looking, and it was also best if they knew how to do chores, laundry, and cooking.

Shi Yunmu himself satisfied the former but did not satisfy the latter, and he did not plan to learn how to do chores, laundry, or cooking either; but it appeared that Lu Que could perfectly satisfy both conditions.

For someone like himself who, in the human world, could be considered as someone whose four limbs did not toil and who could not distinguish the five grains, didn’t he exactly need a person to take care of him?

If he really swallowed this human up, looking for another one seemed like it would be very troublesome…

The slime, who had originally planned to make Lu Que his very first target to devour, fell into a shameful hesitation once again.

In the morning, Shi Yunmu was drawn out of his room by a delicious aroma.

The toasted fragrance of bread drifted from the kitchen. The young man stood at the kitchen door holding his own cold biscuits, watching eagerly with wide eyes.

Sensing the movement behind him, the man turned his head and met Shi Yunmu’s shining eyes.

They were bright green, looking as though they were filled with a pool of water.

It just looked like these eyes were about to fall directly into his air fryer.

Calmly flipping the toast over to the other side, Lu Que said, “Have you washed up? If you have washed up, tidy yourself up a bit. We will leave right after I finish eating.”

When Old Yan received the news, he was indeed bewildered, but his working efficiency was very high. Look at that, he had already arranged a special channel for Lu Que and the other party for their marriage registration.

Shi Yunmu coughed, saying suggestively, “What are you eating, hubby? It smells so good.” His tone twisted through eighteen bends.

Lu Que: “Toasted bread.”

The two words were concise and comprehensive, with no further context.

Shi Yunmu: “?”

Was he not going to invite him to eat? Not going to invite him?

Shi Yunmu moved a bit closer again with further hints, “So it’s toasted bread. It looks so delicious!”

Hurry up and make a portion for the slime too!

The other party, however, shifted the topic with a calm face, “Did you sleep well last night?”

The slime, who did not receive an invitation to share the food, said gloomily, “It was alright.”

The man, who was waiting for the machine to grind coffee, paused slightly in his movements, his dark eyes darkening, “Mm, that’s good.”

It seemed that the sleep medication targeted at magical beasts was ineffective against the person in front of him.

Failing to notice anything amiss, Shi Yunmu brought the topic back to the toasted bread, “Is toasted bread difficult to make?”

“It’s not difficult.” Lu Que still only answered this specific question, without any intention of offering an invitation.

The slime felt a burst of annoyance: he had dropped such obvious hints, why didn’t the human understand!

Left with no choice, he spoke in an anxious and delicate manner, “I don’t have breakfast to eat…”

Lu Que’s gaze landed on the biscuits in his hand, “You bought biscuits.”

Shi Yunmu was thick-skinned, “They don’t fill me up.”

Lu Que appeared to feel regretful, yet he still refused to buy into those aggrieved words, “Our time is only enough to make this single portion of mine.”

Shi Yunmu wilted and gave up, “Alright then.” He walked away with heavy, weary steps, his back completely permeating the desolation of not getting to eat toasted bread.

He, who had turned around, did not notice at all that the corners of the mouth of the man behind him, who looked deep and cold, twitched upward slightly.

Nor did he realize that within those words, there were clearly hidden mischievous and bad intentions.

After tidying up and heading out, they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau for registration, took photos, and obtained the certificates, all in one continuous action.

The C City Civil Affairs Bureau’s efficiency was very high, as if they were afraid the newlyweds would regret it on the spot; they issued the marriage certificates right then and there.

Holding the little red booklet, the slime, who was getting married for the first time, stood at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau feeling a bit dazed.

Just like this, he now had a partner?

The slime’s past plans absolutely did not include a partner as an asexually reproducing species, they rarely considered this unless they fell in love with another magical beast.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Que had just casually put the marriage certificate into his pocket when he came out and saw the young man staring blankly at the red booklet.

Shi Yunmu snapped out of it and took out his phone, “I need to make a status post to mark the occasion.”

Lu Que watched speechlessly as the other party held the marriage certificate up high, took a photo, and sent it to his biological father, even attaching a sentence: Already married, hoping for congratulations and wedding gifts [Folded Hands Emoji][Folded Hands Emoji]

He had completely and skillfully mastered human social etiquette.

Catching sight of Lu Que looking at him out of the corner of his eye, Shi Yunmu said bashfully, “I learned this from the internet. This is correct, right?”

Lu Que recalled the information regarding the person named “Shi Yunmu” sent by his colleague this morning; he closed his eyes and chose to agree, “Correct.”

The slime was satisfied. He tilted his head, smiling radiantly toward Lu Que, “That’s good. I calculated that if he really transfers money to me…”

Shi Yunmu counted on his fingers, “Then it will be half for me, half for you!”

After all, for him to have this booklet to hand over as a fulfillment of his task to the Shi family, Lu Que deserved half the credit.

Lu Que: “.”

He let out a sigh, “Alright.”

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