When Qin Siyang woke up, Hu Chan was still lying beside him.
But Hu Chan was already awake, looking at his phone and messaging someone.
Qin Siyang yawned. "You're taking it pretty easy, huh?"
"I'm swamped. The Gaokao results come out next week, and there's a very important prayer gathering before then. I'm trying to figure out what to do about it."
"You have to be there?"
"In principle, yes. As the Holy Son, I have to attend to show how much the World Salvation Church values its followers. But now..." Hu Chan sighed. "Whether I can even make it back to District 8 alive is another question."
Qin Siyang asked curiously, "Wouldn't Chris and Jin Shengyu get into trouble for killing you? You are the Holy Son, after all!"
Hu Chan twisted his mouth. "As much as I'd like them to get into trouble for killing me, the truth is, they wouldn't."
"Holy Son, Guardian-those titles are nothing more than labels for a power struggle."
"After Zhang Yingrui died, our four-player mahjong game in the World Salvation Church became a three-player game of Fight the Landlord, and the balance of power shifted. When we fought over what Zhang Yingrui left behind, I missed a lot of opportunities because I was with you the whole time. I ended up getting only a tiny slice of the pie."
At that, Hu Chan shot Qin Siyang a faintly resentful look.
Qin Siyang immediately sprang up from the bed. "What's that look supposed to mean? Taking a jab at me?"
"No."
"Hu Chan, have a conscience, will you? You were keeping me company while I hunted gods? I hired you to hunt gods with me! Besides, did I ever insist that you leave the Safe Zone with me on those particular days? Did