A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

The aftermath of the assassination incident had long since subsided, yet Yu Mianfeng, the person at the center of the storm, remained indifferent to how things would unfold next.

Those trivial discussions were meaningless to him, and the so-called “tasks” issued by the System were equally insipid. The results of the assassination news had already been relayed to him, and after reading those messages, he destroyed them with a blank expression.

The only thing that piqued a hint of his interest was witnessing the dark, gloomy expressions of the Alphas who had been defeated after he took first place in the exam. Only in those moments would he reveal a sliver of his villainous nature, just as depicted in the original novel.

Is enjoying victory some kind of evil?

Yu Mianfeng didn’t care about others’ opinions. Their judgments were nothing more than a breeze passing by his ears. He had his own internal standard for measuring right and wrong.

Unfortunately, this victory was soon ruthlessly crushed by the “protagonist’s” halo. Yu Mianfeng was noncommittal about this, nor did he believe that anyone could truly surpass him.

On the massive holographic screen in the training hall, the name “Yu Mianfeng” remained at the top of the leaderboard with an overwhelming lead, signaling his undisputed strength. It had become a common occurrence for him to feel the gazes of others enveloping him, whether vaguely or directly. He responded with indifference, as if he existed in another dimension.

The evaluation the Alphas had of him in their hearts was: “So strong, it’s as if he’s not the same species as us.”

Having just finished a high-intensity simulation battle, Yu Mianfeng was radiating heat. He casually pulled open half of his tight-fitting black training jacket to let the heat escape, revealing the dark-colored fabric clinging to his skin. His chest was flat, devoid of any rise or fall ever since Chen Xiulan had reminded him once, Yu Mianfeng had started applying chest tape before training.

He truly couldn’t comprehend why creatures like Alphas could generate such filthy fantasies about a non-functional part of a male Beta’s body.

Yu Mianfeng stood still, his chest rising and falling steadily with deep, long breaths. He raised the back of his hand to casually wipe his forehead, sweat rolling down along the taut, fluid lines of his forearm.

He sat on a temporary rest chair beside the competition stage to drink some water; as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rolled slightly in his long, slender neck.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Capital Military Academy was almost entirely populated by Alphas, and that there were strict controls on non-students entering or leaving, there would probably be many Omegas here to watch his matches.

To be fair, Yu Mianfeng’s appearance was easy to attract the liking of his peers. His physique leaned toward the mainstream aesthetic just right, not as heavily muscled as an Alpha’s, but his Beta frame was tall and slender, his every movement measured and deliberate. He was devastatingly handsome; if he weren’t so cold toward others, many more people would have taken the initiative to pursue him.

But in a place like the Capital Military Academy, where the vast majority were Alphas, he only attracted a swarm of Alphas.

The Beta was not aware of this.

Returning to the lounge, Yu Mianfeng took off his training jacket to rinse his body. When he emerged, his communicator which he had left outside showed several new message notifications.

Messages from Jiang Henggu arrived at this time, one after another, ringing incessantly.

Yu Mianfeng was using a towel to dry his hair with one hand. Thinking it might be something urgent, he opened the screen to take a look.

Dog Thing: Where are you going today? I’ll come find you.

Mian: …Are you addicted to being a follower?

Dog Thing: (^^)

Dog Thing: Busy later? Why don’t you need me to follow?

Seeing such a boring question, the Beta’s expression turned a bit colder.

Jiang Henggu was aimlessly harassing his crush. A moment ago, he had been spamming emojis and text messages, and now that he got a reply, he became even more spirited.

Jiang Henggu continued typing.

When a new message alert chimed, he looked down.

Stinky-Face Princess: Are you a dog? Do you need me to put a leash on you and lead you around at any time?

Jiang Henggu: …

Jiang Henggu: TT Wasn’t it you who asked me to be one?

The Beta’s impatience was practically spilling over the screen.

But not letting Jiang Henggu follow him today wasn’t just an excuse. Today was Lu Wengang’s eighteenth birthday. Although the grand coming-of-age ceremony the Lu family had prepared for him had been postponed for half a month, Lu Wengang had invited friends to celebrate privately and had sent a separate invitation to Yu Mianfeng.

Street racing, skydiving… these adrenaline-pumping activities were far more interesting to him than dealing with System tasks. Moreover, Lu Wengang approaching him had the purpose of building a relationship to gain information. Yu Mianfeng decided to go with the flow.

No warnings or alerts appeared in his mind; the System was almost indulgent of his actions, offering no guidance.

Yu Mianfeng had long since sensed the abnormality. Compared to the mysterious male voice that had once provoked him in his consciousness, the System’s urgency for mission completion was practically negligible. The System only asked him to complete tasks but never demanded anything else, such as time limits. It was as if it were indulging his actions of deviating from the original plot line.

Regarding this strange male voice that appeared out of thin air in his mind to provoke him from time to time, the System provided no explanation. Even when Yu Mianfeng asked directly, it only evaded the question with vague answers.

Yu Mianfeng vaguely felt that there was some connection between this strange, provocative male voice and the System. Otherwise, how could one appear and the other disappear?

In the end, what kind of existence was the System?

Was the System… truly omniscient and omnipotent?

The sun scorched the golden beach; the sound of waves intertwined with the roar of boat engines. Dust swirled on the drag racing track, and the adrenaline from the extreme skydiving had yet to fade. After playing all day, the group was thoroughly satisfied.

In the end, the noisy bar became the endpoint of their revelry.

Yu Mianfeng had originally intended no such place; to him, competitive sports were more interesting. But perhaps because he was in a good mood, he ultimately agreed to Lu Wengang’s invitation.

Yu Mianfeng’s father and mother didn’t care who he liked or who he wanted to play with, as long as he didn’t put himself in danger.

The bar’s heavy soundproof door opened, and a roar of noise, mixed with dizzying lights and shadows, rushed toward them. Beams of light cut through the lingering smoke, and the air floated with expensive perfume, alcohol, and the faint, elusive scent of cigars.

The group followed the waiter inside. Yu Mianfeng was surrounded in the center by Lu Wengang and his friends, like someone being protected by guards, instantly cutting off the vast majority of gazes in the room.

Lu Wengang held Yu Mianfeng’s shoulder, his face bright with a brilliant smile, but his eyes swept the surroundings with the sharpness of a hawk. Those bold, staring gazes instantly receded like a tide.

This was a place provided for the enjoyment of the wealthy and powerful, with tight security; entry required a strict body search, and carrying any weapons was strictly prohibited. Even a butterfly knife used by a friend of Lu Wengang to show off had to be checked at the door.

Yet, tucked at Yu Mianfeng’s waist was a sidearm that gleamed with cold, hard metallic luster. It had beeped twice under the metal detector.

He stood at the entrance with a calm expression.

A waiter held a metal tray lined with dark red velvet and bowed respectfully. The pure white waiter’s uniform was slightly taut due to his muscular build, a black belt cinching a tight waistline, a button at the collar left undone, revealing well-defined wheat-colored collarbones and a pheromone-suppression collar on his neck.

“Sir…”

The Alpha waiter’s voice was low, his Adam’s apple trembling. He was quite handsome, not looking like an ordinary waiter.

This wasn’t exactly a legitimate place.

The Alpha’s intentions were clear as day. Lu Wengang’s face darkened, and he was about to speak, but was stopped by Yu Mianfeng raising a hand.

Yu Mianfeng hadn’t read the Alpha’s sexual suggestion at all; as a wooden, beautiful Beta, he had always viewed this as an Alpha’s provocation.

He stared at the Alpha’s face for a while. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with this strange face, and his expression was somewhat puzzled.

The young man pulled out his gun with a blank expression. His fair, knuckle-defined fingers landed on the cold, silver-gray gun body on the deep red velvet, creating a strong visual impact.

Capital Star had strict bans on guns, yet Yu Mianfeng carried one openly this silent declaration once again refreshed everyone’s understanding of the Yu family’s power. And his cooperation at this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, looked more like an act of condescending charity.

The Alpha waiter bent even lower: “Thank you for your cooperation, sir.”

He carefully cradled the tray and locked this object the symbol of privilege into a heavy safe. His collar was open, and it was hard to tell what loss he felt in his heart.

“Let’s go.”

Yu Mianfeng withdrew his gaze dully.

Most of the Yu family’s bodyguards stayed on the perimeter, with only two discreetly accompanying him inside.

The bar featured semi-open booths and a noisy central dance floor. To avoid the crowd, the group went straight to a private room on the second floor. Most of the friends Lu Wengang invited today were from good families and were sensible Betas, with mediocre appearances. Those slightly more attractive, single Alpha friends had long been ruthlessly pruned from the list, regardless of their wailing.

He wouldn’t allow anyone to take even a fraction of Yu Mianfeng’s attention…

Inside the private room, the crowd was very sensible, dispersing and leaving the main sofa seat with the best view for Yu Mianfeng and Lu Wengang.

Yu Mianfeng sat down calmly. Lu Wengang, who followed closely, leaned in and whispered to ask about his choice of beverage. Today, Lu Wengang was still wearing a sleeveless vest, covered by an open white shirt. His arms, propped on the small table in front of Yu Mianfeng, tapped against the surface with his watch, making a crisp sound. Under the thin, translucent shirt, the contour of a winding tattoo on his arm was vaguely visible.

The overly close distance brought the hot, male hormone-filled scent of the Alpha toward him.

Yu Mianfeng leaned back unobtrusively: “Whatever, low-alcohol.”

He seemed quite interested in the drinks here.

Lu Wengang withdrew his arm and ordered the waiter.

The private room wasn’t entirely enclosed; behind the sofa where Yu Mianfeng sat, there was only a waist-high metal railing. Looking down from the railing, the first-floor dance floor was fully visible. Amidst the deafening rock music, a masked singer was roaring under the spotlight.

Yu Mianfeng leaned against the railing, feeling bored.

His lack of interest ended when the rock song finished. Until one song ended, and a new singer took the stage.

After listening for a while, a subtle look appeared in Yu Mianfeng’s eyes.

How come I can run into Chen Xiulan here…?

A moment later, the interest in Yu Mianfeng’s eyes completely disappeared, and he looked away coldly. He didn’t harbor a shred of good feelings toward him.

“Yu-ge, try this.”

Lu Wengang’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

A carefully selected glass of low-alcohol beverage was handed to him. From checking the seal to opening the bottle and pouring the wine, Lu Wengang did it all himself, refusing the waiter’s assistance.

Yu Mianfeng took it and took a small sip; the taste was acceptable.

Drinking wine alone was a bit boring, so someone brought out a prepared game of “Monopoly.”

Yu Mianfeng had never played board games in a bar, and his curiosity was piqued. He put down his glass and moved to get a closer look.

He handed the wine glass to Lu Wengang and asked casually: “It’s your birthday party, why didn’t your brother come?”

He was just asking casually; after all, the two brothers didn’t seem to have a good relationship, and besides, if the protagonist shou were here, he would have to act to pretend to be affectionate, which would be unpleasant.

The large, Alpha palm noticeably froze, and the movement of taking the wine glass looked a bit stiff.

He didn’t know if it was because he thought of the relationship between Yu Mianfeng and Lu Yibo… why did they set up an engagement?

“Haha.”

Lu Wengang gave two dry laughs, his tone inexplicably sour: “They say there’s a generation gap every three years; I’m afraid there’s a Mariana Trench between me and my big brother. He’s too old to play with us young people.”

The words “too old” were emphasized heavily, accompanied by the “clack” of the wine glass being heavily returned to the tabletop.

“Besides, he’s an Omega and is engaged; it’s not appropriate for him to come to a place like this.”

Lu Wengang said it lightly.

…So, bringing along the future brother-in-law who was also engaged was very appropriate?

Yu Mianfeng was too lazy to expose this clumsy double standard. The Lu brothers’ grudges had nothing to do with him.

He didn’t dwell on it anymore. His green-white fingertips, tinged with a faint redness, tapped lightly on the desktop, instantly focusing everyone’s attention. Yu Mianfeng joined the game with great interest. Lu Wengang placed Yu Mianfeng’s wine glass right under his nose and joined the fray.

Monopoly was a game that required strategy and luck.

Yu Mianfeng was very good at strategy, but today his luck was terrible to the extreme.

When he declared “bankrupt” for the third time, you could hear a pin drop in the room. According to the rules, the first person to be eliminated had to be punished with a drink.

No one expected Yu Mianfeng’s luck to be this bad… and no one dared to really make him fulfill the punishment.

“Yu-shao…”

Someone tried to smooth things over.

However, when they saw the expression on Yu Mianfeng’s face, they instantly fell silent.

On the Beta’s face, which was usually cold as ice, a rare, vivid hint of eagerness appeared perhaps it was the effect of the small amount of wine he had sipped earlier.

The whole room fell into a breathtaking silence.

Yu Mianfeng was not drunk; he was just thinking in his heart about where the news he would “inadvertently” speak after pretending to be drunk would go.

There were several resistance forces among the common people, some moderate, some radical… scattered after being suppressed by warlords, with different leaders.

Who exactly did the plot against him tonight come from?

Yu Mianfeng saw at a glance that the waiter Alpha who held the tray at the entrance was a trained soldier. He didn’t know who he belonged to.

He wanted to find out. But he couldn’t alert the enemy.

At this moment, a faint sound came from beside Yu Mianfeng.

A waiter silently placed a fruit platter on the table, while simultaneously moving swiftly and precisely to remove the empty wine bottles stacked at the corner of the table. He kept his head buried throughout, his posture humble and respectful, not a single detail out of place.

Facing the focused gazes of Lu Wengang and the others, Yu Mianfeng stood up with one hand supporting the table.

He picked up his glass of wine, the clear liquid swaying gently in the cup.

In these few seconds, the System gave the answer.

[Mental hallucinogenic drug, dissolved in water, colorless and odorless. Causes hallucinations after ingestion, no side effects, drug test leaves no traces.]

The System paused after finishing its analysis and added: [Even if you are acting, don’t drink too much.]

“A neat move.”

Yu Mianfeng commented in his heart.

He had intended only to take a small sip, but he changed his mind the moment his fingertips touched the icy cold glass.

He tilted his head back, and the wine in the cup was downed in one gulp.

He had to commit to the act.

The move was clean and crisp; Lu Wengang didn’t even have time to stop him before the liquid level quickly bottomed out.

Everyone else was jeering, but Lu Wengang sat frozen in place, as if nailed to the sofa by invisible threads. His Adam’s apple rolled violently up and down, swallowing with difficulty, his gaze locked onto Yu Mianfeng like it was attracted by a magnet.

After leaving the racing track, Yu Mianfeng had changed into a loose black hoodie, his neckline slightly open, no longer the ascetic look of the military academy student with his shirt buttoned to the top. Instead, he now radiated a kind of unconscious, thrilling, lazy eroticism.

He was handsome, and… beautiful.

Alarm bells rang in Lu Wengang’s mind, commanding him to look away, but his body betrayed his will, his gaze fixed on that neckline that invited wild fantasies.

His mind was hazy and burning; his reason was evaporated.

And so, when Yu Mianfeng put down his wine glass and tilted his head to look at him, Lu Wengang felt as if he had been scalded, jerking his legs up, leaning forward, his hands gripping his knees tightly in an attempt to hide some unspeakable embarrassment.

Yu Mianfeng seemed to want to say something. His lips parted, the tip of his tongue resting against his white teeth. In the end, it was as if he had lost the ability to speak due to drunkenness, and nothing came out.

Lu Wengang averted his gaze in distress.

In the chaos, no one noticed the heavy door of the private room being silently closed by the waiter who had quietly exited.

Yu Mianfeng turned away and ignored him. Only then did Lu Wengang let out a hot, burning breath with a sense of relief, subconsciously pulling downward on the hem of his tight shirt.

This shirt, which had been custom-made smaller to highlight his muscle lines, provided no coverage at all at this moment.

He cursed his out-of-control reaction in his heart, he was only looking at him…

No one noticed Lu Wengang’s abnormality; the confused gazes rested briefly on Yu Mianfeng, then hurriedly looked away.

Everyone continued playing the game as if nothing had happened, but this time, they were all distracted.

Holding the black dice cup with his slender fingers, Yu Mianfeng shook it randomly, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. Everyone’s gaze was focused here, but not to find out the dice count.

Amidst the breathtaking tension, the dice cup was placed down and moved away, and he threw a beautiful number.

Yu Mianfeng raised an eyebrow and curved his lips imperceptibly.

But when he looked around at everyone, he realized they weren’t looking at the dice, but at his hand holding the dice cup.

After noticing his gaze, those gazes scattered like birds and beasts.

Perhaps his luck had finally turned, and Yu Mianfeng’s hand was extremely lucky in this round.

After finally winning a round, he threw the dice aside and kicked Lu Wengang, who was blocking his path.

Lu Wengang’s reaction was exaggerated; his body visibly stiffened for a moment. After reacting, he stood up dryly to make space for Yu Mianfeng.

The gap between the table and the sofa wasn’t narrow, but with a naturally large Alpha like Lu Wengang there, that very generous space was squeezed pitifully.

When Yu Mianfeng passed by with his legs raised, Lu Wengang almost held his breath, straining to pull in his stomach and lower his waist, his back pressed tight against the sofa, leaning back to the limit, terrified that his reaction would be discovered.

Knee against knee, fabric against fabric a very light friction.

If I lift my leg now, would he fall into my arms?

Or if I hug his waist, would he fall onto my lap…

Dangerous fantasies uncontrollably flashed through Lu Wengang’s mind.

This made his thinking sluggish. It wasn’t until Yu Mianfeng had walked several steps that he woke up like a dream and hurried to chase after him, his face a mix of annoyance and shame. Yet, the moment he caught up to Yu Mianfeng, he skillfully switched back to his mask, that sunny, handsome, and enthusiastic junior.

Lu Wengang blocked Yu Mianfeng’s path in two or three strides, grinning to reveal his neat white teeth: “Where is Yu-ge going? I’ll keep you company.”

“Restroom.”

Yu Mianfeng’s voice revealed a touch of impatience, his breathing slightly rapid.

“I…”

Lu Wengang subconsciously wanted to say I’ll go with you, but he hurriedly swallowed the words, nearly biting his tongue.

This bar did not have independent bathrooms in the private rooms, precisely to prevent some unbearable scenes from happening. Seeing that although Yu Mianfeng’s face was flushed red, his steps were still steady and his speech was clear, Lu Wengang forcibly suppressed the urge to follow. It was already easy to draw speculations for an Alpha to accompany a Beta to the restroom. Besides…

He looked down at his own undeniable state of embarrassment.

I must not be discovered at this distance.

Lu Wengang slowed his breathing and said in a very gentle tone: “Mhm… waiting for your return.”

Yu Mianfeng didn’t reply, turned around coldly, and left with long strides.

Outside the door, a waiter was already standing respectfully with his hands down.

When he pushed the door open again, it was when he was coming out of the bathroom.

A strong sense of exhaustion hit him suddenly. Yu Mianfeng’s legs went soft, and he stumbled forward, his hands slamming onto the cold marble edge of the sink to barely stabilize his teetering body.

The moment he stood steady, he raised his head abruptly, his sharp gaze fixed on the reflection in the mirror.

The person in the mirror was still the same cold and noble figure, the black hoodie making him look like a student skipping class. Apart from the unnatural flush on his cheeks, there was no obvious abnormality on the surface.

Yu Mianfeng stared at the mirror, watching himself open his mouth and gasp slightly.

He knew his alcohol tolerance very well; the little wine he had drunk today was definitely not enough to make him lose his composure to this extent.

The drug’s effect was strong and violent.

Such a real touch could not have come from a hallucination; his body’s reaction could not be faked.

Yu Mianfeng lowered his eyes, washed the liquid off his hands, and tried his best to soothe his breathing.

Uncontrollably, hot air poured from his nostrils, shockingly hot.

His breathing became more and more rapid.

He was like a lamb that had fallen into a trap with its own body as bait.