A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

The atmosphere grew silent and stagnant.

The unconscious Jiang Henggu was sent to the hospital’s isolation room for observation and treatment, and everyone busied themselves spraying Yu Mianfeng with pheromone blockers. After a flurry of chaos, the farce finally subsided.

The awards ceremony had to continue, only missing the participation of the runner-up.

The second runner-up had been determined yesterday and was currently standing to Yu Mianfeng’s left—the boy who had asked Yu Mianfeng for an autograph during the quarter-finals.

Yu Mianfeng stood at the very center of the awards podium, his back straight and his demeanor cold, like an unyielding pine tree.

Many people tried to guess what had transpired between him and Jiang Henggu by watching his expression. However, the look on Yu Mianfeng’s face never changed.

With a soft “pop,” the overwhelming confetti rained down like golden rain.

During the Marshal’s award presentation, Yuan Hechu, dressed in his military uniform, leaned down slightly to place the champion’s gold medal representing the supreme honor of the Capital Academy around his neck. Yu Mianfeng had many such medals.

Yu Mianfeng’s body felt burning hot, and he was experiencing bouts of dizziness.

This was the consequence of consuming a large amount of mental energy in a short period.

It was a beautiful day with dazzling sunlight, but the temperature was too high. The burning sensation within his body never subsided; instead, it raged even more fiercely.

Yuan Hechu’s hands were cold, hard, and dry. When he smoothed out the ribbon, his fingers brushed against the side of Yu Mianfeng’s neck, the coolness of his knuckles transferring onto the scalding skin.

Yu Mianfeng felt as if his brain were being burned into a state of delirium, his actions dictated solely by instinct. Therefore, when he felt that coolness, his first reaction was, surprisingly, to lean in slightly and press against it.

Yuan Hechu’s movements and Yu Mianfeng’s body stiffened simultaneously.

Soon after, Yu Mianfeng turned his head and stood even straighter. Fortunately, the magnitude of his head movement was so slight that almost no one noticed.

Yuan Hechu acutely sensed that something was wrong with his state, and his brow furrowed subtly.

There were too many cameras surrounding them, and since Yu Mianfeng didn’t indicate anything, he found it difficult to ask questions. He could only withdraw his fingers first.

Fortunately, there are no exhibition matches for this year’s champion, Yuan Hechu thought.

The awards ceremony ended quickly, and the contestants were the first to leave the backstage; next came the official summary speeches.

In the cold, dim corridor, the boy walked slowly not far behind Yu Mianfeng. He was breathing heavily from excitement and couldn’t help but tighten his breath, afraid of disturbing the person in front of him.

He had just been calculating in his mind how to strike up a conversation when he saw Yu Mianfeng’s figure sway. He rushed forward to steady him.

“What’s wrong with you! Pri—Yu, Yu Mianfeng-xuezhang.”

Yu Mianfeng bit his tongue, forcing himself to lean against the wall, refusing the boy’s support: “…I’m fine. You go first.”

The boy stood aside in a panic, unsure of what to do, and did not leave.

After Yu Mianfeng sent the specific signal, he leaned quietly against the wall, closing his eyes to listen to the System’s explanation in his mind.

[The protagonist lead’s tears that fell on you just now have already dried.]

[Intense sensations are produced during skin-to-skin contact because, fundamentally, your skin cannot withstand an excessive amount of pheromones. Pheromones exist in bodily fluids, and Jiang Henggu happened to be in the pheromone-surging susceptibility period. To you, contact with his tears is no different from taking the medicine that day.]

“Deducing the cause based on the conclusion?” Yu Mianfeng thought thoughtfully.

[I observe everything and calculate the most probable cause and effect.]

The Yu family’s medical staff arrived quickly. Before they had chatted for long, Yu Mianfeng had to enter the mobile medical pod.

After leaning against the cold wall for a while, he felt slightly better.

Yu Mianfeng turned to the side and said “thank you” to the boy who was still standing there.

His voice was light and cold, a dreamlike scene.

The boy was completely stunned, watching them depart.

This year was the first year of the military and the Parliament becoming on good terms. All the students who came to watch the match had prepared themselves to be forced to listen to a long-winded lecture afterward… but they hadn’t expected it to end very quickly, with the speeches from both sides being extremely concise.

As soon as Chen Xiulan walked backstage, he was informed that the Yu family had already come to pick Yu Mianfeng up.

He smiled, noncommittally: “We’ll meet again eventually.”

…

Inside the Yu family hospital.

After the examination was over, the doctors continued to instruct Yu Mianfeng to rest.

His body temperature had dropped slightly. Yu Mianfeng went into the restroom to change clothes.

He wore black shorts, revealing his straight, fair legs, lying on the hospital bed, tucked into the quilt with his black hair scattered.

Yu Mianfeng calculated the days in his mind.

In a few days, it would be the Inter-School League, and his plan could finally begin… before long, he would be able to leave.

Only by witnessing the stability of the world with his own eyes would Yu Mianfeng be willing to leave.

But in his layout, by that time, “Yu Mianfeng” would already be dead.

What kind of method should I use to see the ending of this world?

Yu Mianfeng didn’t want to leave too early.

He wanted to witness the rewritten, no-longer-tragic ending with his own eyes.

Thinking of those original plotlines that were already distorted and chaotic, Yu Mianfeng had a headache.

The protagonist lead was no longer within his consideration; what he cared more about was the part of the story regarding the protagonist shou.

Yu Mianfeng recalled the plot the System had told him the protagonist shou wanted to escape a life where he was treated like merchandise, sent by his family to marry into a prominent house; it was like struggling endlessly in a quagmire, experiencing many hardships until he met the villain, which gave him a glimmer of relief, and he began to have the strength to fight against the Lu family.

If I break off the engagement and dissolve it early, what will Lu Yibo’s life become?

The Yu family couldn’t step in at such a time; Lu Yibo would have to rely entirely on himself.

Will he become merchandise up for sale once again?

Yu Mianfeng didn’t like such a plot.

Lu Yibo was also one of the protagonists; logically speaking, he should have a protagonist halo.

But the plot had already deviated from its course; who could guarantee what would happen in the future?

If it went according to Yu Mianfeng’s plan, the commoner faction would overthrow the nobles, and Lu Yibo’s family would also be uprooted. The protagonist shou would finally be able to start a brand-new life, so he would have even less need for this engagement to suffer public gossip.

Yu Mianfeng opened his communicator and saw the message Lu Yibo had sent him, something about wishing him a championship victory…

Yu Mianfeng stared at those words, and after a moment, his fingers continued to tap on the communicator screen.

Mian: The engagement between us is dissolved, and we will not announce it to the public for the time being. During this period, feel free to pursue new relationships; it has nothing to do with me, and I will not restrict you. Someday, I will have someone spread the news that we have already dissolved the engagement; it won’t be long.

Mian: Don’t contact me again in the future.

Yu Mianfeng lowered his eyes as he typed out these words.

Just as he was about to delete the protagonist shou as a contact, a new message flashed across from the other side almost instantly, as if he had been waiting in front of the communicator the whole time.

Yu Mianfeng’s fingers paused, and he chose to view it.

Lu Yibo: Why?

Lu Yibo: Did something happen?

Lu Yibo: Can we talk in person?

Lu Yibo: Give me a chance.

Messages like these came one after another a barrage, all expressing a desire to see Yu Mianfeng in person, and showing no signs of giving up until they met.

Yu Mianfeng pondered for a moment, then initiated a video call to Lu Yibo.

The ringtone rang for a long time, echoing in the empty hospital room. Just when Yu Mianfeng thought the other party was determined and would hang up on his own, the protagonist shou pressed the answer key.

On the screen, Lu Yibo’s face was covered in tear stains, his eye sockets rimmed with red.

From the communicator came the Omega’s voice, choked with sobs.

“Mianfeng…”

Lu Yibo’s voice paused suddenly: “Why are you in the hospital? Are you sick?”

Yu Mianfeng had no way of explaining his situation to him and avoided the topic: “That has nothing to do with this.”

The door to the hospital room was knocked twice.

After receiving Yu Mianfeng’s permission, the visitor pushed the door open.

Yuan Hechu was still in that military uniform from the awards podium, steady, his entire being exuding a cold, rigid aura, like an unsheathed ancient sword.

The two made eye contact. Yuan Hechu first noticed Yu Mianfeng’s bent lower leg.

The fabric of the black shorts Yu Mianfeng wore hung loosely, revealing the smooth skin behind them.

The Beta seems to lack gender awareness at times like this.

Yuan Hechu shifted his gaze away silently. Looking into Yu Mianfeng’s cerulean eyes, he asked: “How is your body?”

“Very well,” Yu Mianfeng answered simply, seemingly not wishing to say more.

Before Yuan Hechu could say anything else, Lu Yibo’s voice came through clearly from the communicator.

“Mianfeng… You canceling our engagement, is it because of him?”

Lu Yibo thought he was hiding it well, but the resentment and anger in his words were laid almost completely bare before the two people in the room.

In the midst of the silence, Yuan Hechu seemed to have understood exactly what was going on.

He looked at Yu Mianfeng and asked: “Do you like him?”

Yu Mianfeng hesitated, but Yuan Hechu had already understood his attitude.

“I will handle this matter.”

Yuan Hechu said calmly, walking to Yu Mianfeng’s side, and hung up the call himself.