The Five Disciples He Took In After Transmigrating Into The Book Were All The Same Person - Chapter 3

After Mo Chenxiao left, Ji Lan finally let out a sigh of relief. He had thought Mo Chenxiao was just a character in a book, constructed of cold, hard text, and that he could not be that terrifying. But he was wrong. However, he now had another problem to solve.

[A-Zhen, who is Wansong?]

Zhen’ai replied coldly, enunciating every word. [He is Mo Chenxiao’s little follower who dislikes you very much. You framed him for theft, so he is kneeling outside as punishment.]

What does that have to do with me?

Ji Lan sighed. Fine, he had essentially targeted the disciple’s follower right out of the gate. However, thinking back to Mo Chenxiao’s expression and tone, it did not seem like he was pleading for his follower. It felt more like he was handing him over to be disposed of at will. There was a trap here, definitely a trap.

Before Ji Lan could figure it out, his maid entered. What was her name again? Ji Lan pondered.

“Zhen’er greets you, Master,” she said gloomily. “Allow Zhen’er to dress and comb your hair.”

Ji Lan looked at Zhen’er and felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Why did his maid look so strange? Her nose was a nose, her eyes were eyes, her mouth was a mouth. That was not the point. He knew it was rude to judge, but was this middle-aged woman really his maid? She looked to be in her fifties or sixties.

“You, how old are you this year?” Ji Lan tried to make his voice sound cold.

Zhen’er moved quickly but spoke slowly. “This servant is fifty-eight this year.”

Ji Lan: [A-Zhen, does the original owner have some strange fetish?]

The system refused to answer.

Ji Lan, getting no reply, felt peaceful and calm. Older women know how to care for people.

Once dressed, Ji Lan walked slowly toward the door, hoping the path would never end. How could he possibly bully the protagonist’s follower? But after only a few steps, he crossed the threshold, looked up, and caught sight of Mo Chenxiao kneeling around the corner.

What?!

Ji Lan stumbled and grabbed the door frame. There was a loud screech as his fingernails left a deep scratch in the wood. Ji Lan: “I really need to trim my nails.”

“Master,” Mo Chenxiao looked up, his eyes filled with confusion. “What is the matter?”

Ji Lan was even more confused. Where was the protagonist’s follower who was supposed to be kneeling? Why had he turned into the protagonist himself?

“Where is Wansong?” Ji Lan asked, expressionless. “Does he know his mistake?”

“Master,” Mo Chenxiao knelt even straighter. “Junior Brother Wansong is frail and fainted earlier. I thought Master would not want anything bad to happen to him, so I am kneeling in his stead.”

Mo Chenxiao spoke with touching sincerity, but to Ji Lan’s ears, it sounded like a death sentence.

[A-Zhen, is the protagonist攻略-able?]

[The difficulty coefficient is high. I suggest you upgrade first, dear Host.]

Why do you have to be so cute?

Ji Lan tried to compromise. [Is Wansong possible?]

[The difficulty is lower, but I suggest you not waste your effort, dear. Wansong is just a cannon fodder who appears in one chapter.]

Ji Lan was angered by the system’s sarcastic tone. [I insist on winning over Wansong, so what!]

Zhen’ai: [Please begin your performance.]

Ji Lan was satisfied. He lifted his chin slightly at Mo Chenxiao. “Disciple, you need not kneel. Take me to see Wansong. Also, prepare some food; your junior brother is likely hungry.”

Mo Chenxiao looked perplexed. Ji Lan only had one disciple, so where did this junior brother come from?