<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>The mission failed again on Danmei AI Translations</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/</link><description>Recent content in The mission failed again on Danmei AI Translations</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>[© Copyright belongs to novels' authors](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode)</copyright><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chapter 1</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-1/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-1/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-1"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Record a demerit!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Record a major demerit!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the office, Section Chief Li banged on the table, making a loud thumping sound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Director Liu had a slow temperament, and he spoke in the same manner: &amp;ldquo;A demerit must be recorded, but before that, we still have to clarify what happened. I think&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Think my ass!&amp;rdquo; Section Chief Li spat out, standing by the window, saliva flying wildly in the light. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t blame me for getting anxious. Do you know how serious this disciplinary issue is? Did a donkey kick their brains? Fighting in front of the Martyrs&amp;rsquo; Monument! It&amp;rsquo;s simply a great disrespect to the martyrs!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 2</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-2/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-2/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-2"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Like many others in the factory, Ma Qiangqiang treated the factory director as if he were the sky, believing him to be omnipotent and the go-to person for any issue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, the factory director had taken the Supply and Marketing Section on a purchasing trip out of town and wasn&amp;rsquo;t at the factory. Ma Qiangqiang&amp;rsquo;s trip was in vain, and he only managed to round up the workers from the First Workshop.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 3</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-3/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-3/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-3"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back in the hospital, Chen Ziqing carefully recalled Zong Huaitang&amp;rsquo;s expression at the time—casual yet composed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The embrace between two men held no ambiguous undertones; Zong Huaitang simply had the posture of someone lending a supporting hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was just that this body had a slender waist, and Zong Huaitang had large hands. When he supported him, his fingertips hooked around, turning the support into an embrace.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 4</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-4/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-4/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-4"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was a knock on Chen Ziqing&amp;rsquo;s dormitory door. He didn&amp;rsquo;t go to open it immediately, but instead took the pills prescribed by the hospital.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They were as big as quail eggs, looking like they could choke someone to death.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The person outside didn&amp;rsquo;t leave, nor did they have much patience; the wooden door was being knocked on incessantly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;People from the dormitories on both sides came out to greet the person knocking, then returned to their own rooms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 5</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-5/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-5/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-5"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing stood in place until his calves ached before making a move. He rolled his dry eyes to scan the surroundings and grabbed an enamel mug.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A minute or two later, Chen Ziqing walked softly to the bed and bent down. With one hand gripping the handle of the mug, he reached for the hanging bed sheet with the other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With almost no pause, the moment his fingertips touched and grabbed it, he lifted it up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 6</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-6/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-6/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-6"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After finishing the poetry reading, Chen Ziqing hurried back to the staff dormitory, only to be told that Zong Huaitang had already gone to work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Technician Zong is dating someone, Master Xiang, please be understanding.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing smiled and said, &amp;ldquo;Of course.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As soon as the person left, the corners of his mouth dropped immediately. The twins were born only a few minutes apart and were thirty-two this year. The one born a few minutes earlier had a fiancée, a stable relationship, and was getting married next year. The woman sometimes came to the factory, and the workers thought they were a perfect match.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 7</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-7/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-7/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-7"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zong Huaitang couldn&amp;rsquo;t accept it; he couldn&amp;rsquo;t even imagine that scene.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rubbing legs could be considered a rather intimate act. How could it be between a man and a man? How could he possibly let a man rub his leg?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zong Huaitang refused decisively.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing didn&amp;rsquo;t insist. Zong Huaitang was straight, so it was indeed presumptuous. He needed to watch his words and actions, not just in front of Zong Huaitang, but also with others.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 8</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-8/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-8/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-8"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-8"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing felt a swarm of insects buzzing in his ears, making a clamor. He barely heard his own voice, which had changed its tune: &amp;ldquo;What did you say?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can&amp;rsquo;t be bothered to talk nonsense with you.&amp;rdquo; Zong Huaitang was about to close the window, but Chen Ziqing quickly pressed down on the window frame. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re lying to me, right?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zong Huaitang intended to pry open the hand on the window frame and force the window shut. But when he looked up, he saw the person outside the window with wide, drooping eyes, looking as if he were teetering on the edge of collapse and deeply stricken. A teasing thought arose in his mind: &amp;ldquo;Yes, I&amp;rsquo;m lying to you. How idle am I, how perverted are my interests, to lie to a grown man like you so late at night just for fun.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 9</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-9/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-9/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-9"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-9"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Plant&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-plant"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Quite a few people came out on the second floor. Some were re-wrapping the connections near their dormitories with tape, while others were cursing. Workers from other buildings came out to watch the commotion, making a lot of noise. The creepy feeling Chen Ziqing had was dispersed just like that, and he wanted to run into the lively crowd immediately.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sun Chengzhi suddenly stuck out his foot to block him. Caught off guard, he was about to fall, just like when he missed a step going down the stairs in the morning, but a hand steadied him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 10</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-10/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-10/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-10"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-10"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zhong Ming&amp;rsquo;s figure appeared at the corner of the stairs between the first and second floors. Seeing the person he was looking for standing up there in a daze, he shouted, &amp;ldquo;Xiang Ning.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing was startled and shivered, his face turning pale as he roared, &amp;ldquo;What are you doing!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zhong Ming&amp;rsquo;s eyes widened. Coupled with his tall and sturdy physique, he looked like a snorting bull. He took a few large strides up, slapped the paper in his hand onto Chen Ziqing&amp;rsquo;s chest, and turned to leave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 11</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-11/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-11/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-11"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-11"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A worker in the third workshop fell ill, seemingly from fright.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During his lunch break, Chen Ziqing hurriedly ran to the hospital to inquire, only to find out it wasn&amp;rsquo;t related to the power outage, but something about a thermos bottle. Uninterested, he offered a few words of concern and left the ward.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ma Qiangqiang, who came to the hospital with him, didn&amp;rsquo;t leave immediately. He leaned close to the saline bottle hanging upside down from the IV stand, checking how much was left inside: &amp;ldquo;Comrade Qian, if you don&amp;rsquo;t do anything wrong, you won&amp;rsquo;t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at midnight. It&amp;rsquo;s fine&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 12</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-12/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-12/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-12"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-12"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing&amp;rsquo;s mind went blank.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although he was gay, he had never experienced anything. This was the first time his face had been pinched by someone, by a man, a handsome man who was tall, good-looking, but just had a sharp tongue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was even closer than the last time he pinched his philtrum, so close that their breaths mingled. He could clearly see the wrinkles on the other person&amp;rsquo;s eyelids and the lines around his eyes, as well as his own reflection in his pupils. It was more than ambiguous, more than intimate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 13</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-13/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-13/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-13"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-13"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing rubbed against the wall and ran to the window to look out at the corridor. The place where Zhong Ming spoke to him was not far away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I&amp;rsquo;m speechless.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why was Zong Huaitang still hiding by the window eavesdropping?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing pulled his head back and smiled awkwardly at Zong Huaitang.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zong Huaitang also smiled: &amp;ldquo;Nothing to say?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing rubbed his hands.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 14</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-14/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-14/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-14"&gt;Chapter 14&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-14"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing trotted excitedly up to Zong Huaitang.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zong Huaitang turned around and entered the workshop. Chen Ziqing followed him, not paying any attention to anyone else during the process.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He completely left Zhong Ming behind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing followed Zong Huaitang all the way into the office and said cheerfully: &amp;ldquo;Technician Zong, where is your application report? Did you write the beginning or are you halfway through? Let me give you some advice.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 15</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-15/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-15/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-15"&gt;Chapter 15&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-15"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id="qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;Qiming Manufacturing Factory&lt;a class="anchor" href="#qiming-manufacturing-factory"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chen Ziqing&amp;rsquo;s doubts were interrupted by the movie&amp;rsquo;s soundtrack, and he focused his attention on the screen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He only concentrated for less than ten minutes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Technician Zong, don&amp;rsquo;t you think the temperature in the screening hall is much lower than outside?&amp;rdquo; Chen Ziqing&amp;rsquo;s yellow sneakers touched Zong Huaitang&amp;rsquo;s, his voice very small and trembling slightly, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s a bit cold.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Zong Huaitang kicked his shoes away: &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t feel it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chapter 16</title><link>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-16/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 05:43:37 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://danmei-ai-translations.click/archive/MF/MF-Chapter-16/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="chapter-16"&gt;Chapter 16&lt;a class="anchor" href="#chapter-16"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h2 id=""&gt;&lt;a class="anchor" href="#"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>