A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 25

Lu Wengang had left, leaving him alone with some time to buffer.

Yu Mianfeng gazed at the communicator in front of him; the fluorescent light flickered, and those words reflected distortedly onto his retinas, like segments of a story that had been processed, warped, and long since lost all truth.

It was as if he had never clearly seen who Jiang Henggu really was.

Yu Mianfeng had always assumed Jiang Henggu had zero interest in him, and that even when he forced him to kiss, it had been hasty and forceful, as if he were trying to humiliate him in return because of those excessive villain tasks.

How could the protagonist lead possibly like him?

This matter was too absurd, like a ridiculous dream.

Yu Mianfeng frowned and shivered, just wanting to wake up quickly.

Only it was not a hallucination.

[You hate him; you find him disgusting.]

The System spoke this sentence suddenly, using a tone that stated a fact with zero waves of emotion.

Another long silence followed.

Yu Mianfeng’s brain was still a mess.

“Are these all true?” Yu Mianfeng was still somewhat skeptical, his brows furrowed tightly: “Did he really… fantasize about me?”

Yu Mianfeng’s pupils constricted.

Those dark, clammy words clung to him like swimming snakes. His gaze flickered, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes.

[They are all true. The plot has collapsed; this world has already failed. Shall we leave?]

The System’s tone was exceptionally calm: [A world that has already failed is judged as useless. Those world wills can no longer interfere with anyone, including you.]

“…Leave?”

[Leave here and go to the next world; they are already beyond saving. Or, stay for a while longer and continue doing what you want to do, unrestrained by the plot.]

“…”

[The new regime you yearn for, the reforms you have set in motion, the integration you hope for. Continue to do it, until the day you are truly willing to leave.]

“…You knew everything.”

Yu Mianfeng unconsciously revealed a hint of hesitation, because of the System’s attitude.

He had long anticipated that the System would eventually know about his actions, but he hadn’t expected that day to come so quickly.

Perhaps all of his layouts had already been displayed before the other party?

The original plot was too tragic; both his father and mother died in that uprising, and Yu Mianfeng did not want to see such things happen.

If he pushed for class reforms in a different, more moderate way, and if the ending was the same no longer having a distinction between commoners and nobles would things be different?

Pushing for the creation of a new society, a new class structure, and uniting with people who leaned toward the commoners, like Yuan Hechu.

It had only been fifty years since the interstellar society changed from an Empire to a Federation, and the humans with the strongest mental power lived to be one hundred and sixty years old.

Yu Mianfeng thought that if he left, this world would still continue to rotate.

This was perhaps the last thing he could do.

Yu Mianfeng remembered the inexplicable kiss from the protagonist lead and those few inspection reports again. He had extracted information from the System at the time and confirmed that the disappearance of the “intruder” in his mind was related to the protagonist lead’s abnormal behavior.

If it really is as I think, and there is an intruder involved…

…Then I will keep my distance from the protagonists.

Three days later.

This final was unprecedentedly grand.

Because they had been jointly defending against alien races in recent days, the military and political factions had reconciled somewhat. One of the parliamentary representatives was invited to watch the competition in person, sitting in the front row alongside the military representative, Yuan Hechu.

The competition hadn’t started yet; what was happening outside was the principal’s pre-match speech, which was long-winded and rambling. Yu Mianfeng sat alone in the lounge, confirming his mental power status once again.

No abnormalities.

The energy that had inexplicably suppressed his mental power during the fight with the protagonist lead did not appear again.

The shackles of the world’s will on him had truly vanished.

Just as Yu Mianfeng was pondering, he suddenly heard two slow knocks on the lounge door.

He didn’t turn his head, lifting his eyelids indifferently: “Get lost. Save whatever you want to say for after you’ve been defeated by me.”

Ever since he blocked all contact methods with the protagonist lead, Jiang Henggu still came to entangle him frequently.

The other party didn’t seem to be aware of the current situation, nor did he know exactly how much Yu Mianfeng knew.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t want to waste his breath on him. If he laid it all out straightforwardly, Jiang Henggu might do something even more impulsive.

Just like the dark, clammy fantasies Jiang Henggu had about him behind his back.

Yu Mianfeng’s words caused the person outside the door to pause for a moment.

Before long, the door to the lounge was pushed open anyway.

Yu Mianfeng, annoyed beyond measure, turned and crumpled the empty plastic water bottle in his hand, putting all his strength into throwing it at the person’s face.

The plastic bottle hurtled toward the newcomer with extreme speed. At such a narrow distance, it should have been impossible to dodge, but it was caught directly by someone in mid-air.

Chen Xiulan squeezed the twisted bottle in his hand, producing a creaking sound.

He looked down in thought, suddenly laughed, and shook the item in his hand: “Is this a greeting gift for me?”

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle, which didn’t have a single drop of water left, and, extremely slowly, took a sip of the air inside.

If Yu Mianfeng weren’t a Beta, there would be the scent of pheromones left here… but it’s fine, now it’s already stained with mine. Chen Xiulan thought with delight.

Chen Xiulan’s glands were congenitally underdeveloped; after becoming an adult, he was even more desperate for the soothing of a partner’s pheromones than the average Alpha.

Up until now, every pheromone scent he had smelled had disgusted him; others praised him for being refined and rational, but he would only smile without replying.

Until he met Yu Mianfeng.

The cold-faced junior had caught the eyes of the vast majority of people the moment he entered the academy. At that time, Chen Xiulan hadn’t yet graduated, and he had enjoyed many conveniences by being his senior.

He could have controlled it originally, but after coming into contact with Yu Mianfeng, this longing for pheromones had inexplicably transformed into a deeper craving.

Chen Xiulan’s tongue-tip licked the bottle opening Yu Mianfeng had sipped from, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Mianfeng’s pale pink lips, his movements as he turned the bottle cap distracted.

He looks so soft.

His brain was completely filled with this thought.

Want to kiss.

Yu Mianfeng clenched his fists, seeing the man’s actions, his expression turning icy.

I don’t need to follow the plot now.

“Why did the Parliament send you?” Yu Mianfeng’s tone was exceptionally unkind.

Under Yu Mianfeng’s increasingly dangerous gaze, Chen Xiulan wisely tossed the item in his hand into the trash can, then raised both hands high: “I have to give a speech at the awards ceremony later, baby, don’t hit the face—”

…

Two minutes later, Chen Xiulan looked in the mirror to adjust his crooked tie, silently licking the bruised corner of his mouth.

Yu Mianfeng had been led by a volunteer to a seat next to the arena for pre-match preparations, watching the distance with profound boredom while the staff uniformly calibrated the officially issued mechas.

Suddenly feeling a scorching gaze that could not be ignored, Yu Mianfeng calmly met the look.

It was Jiang Henggu.

Across a vast distance, Jiang Henggu was staring at him, as if he had many things he wanted to say.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to look away first.

Looking into those pitch-black eyes, Yu Mianfeng suddenly remembered what Chen Xiulan had said to him a long time ago.

“Fantasies hidden in the dark are far more terrifying than an overt pervert like me.”

For the first time, Yu Mianfeng agreed with Chen Xiulan’s point of view.

The staff were urging them to get on stage to pilot the mechas, but neither of the two made a move first, merely gazing at each other.

Yu Mianfeng suddenly thought of a question.

At this very moment, under the gaze of thousands, was Jiang Henggu still fantasizing about him in his heart?

Yu Mianfeng pondered.

If it were like what Jiang Henggu fantasized about in the stories he wrote—

Jiang Henggu would probably disregard the obstruction of the crowd, pounce over, pin him onto the cold seat, and, under everyone’s watchful eyes, kiss him with an absolutely forceful posture.