After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

As a decent person, Juezhou never expected Zhou Chenyu to dare ask such a question in front of everyone. He was instantly struck dumb.

On the screen, Zhou Chenyu lazily lifted his eyelids. His eye sockets were deep, and his lips were so thin that his smile always carried a hint of flippancy.

Juezhou remembered that back in high school, Zhou Chenyu wasn’t nearly this flirtatious; back then, it was always Juezhou teasing him. The entertainment industry was truly a giant melting pot—Zhou Chenyu had only been in the circle for a few years, yet his entire demeanor had transformed.

Since Zhou Chenyu’s status in the industry was already at the top, the viewers in the bullet screen could tell he was joking and burst out laughing. Had any other minor idol said such things, they would have been mercilessly flamed.

[LMAO, is Zhou-ge trying to seduce the Boss?]

[Zhou-ge’s anti-black team is reporting for duty. Zhou-ge didn’t even smile when he met several big-shot directors at the banquet last time.]

[Zhou-ge’s tone really sounds like he’s flirting. Is this fan service?]

The more Juezhou read the bullet screen, the more his ears burned. He muttered softly, “Who would want to support you?”

Unexpectedly, the reaction from the bullet screen grew even more intense:

[Boss’s tone sounds like he’s acting spoiled, sob sob sob.]

[Does anyone else find the Boss’s voice a bit familiar?]

[I’m shipping it: The Evil Movie Star Top who actively crawls into bed x The Soft and Sweet Silly-White-Sweet Sugar Daddy Bottom.]

[What kind of old-school trope is the person above talking about? This is clearly a Seductive Little Consort Top x Cute Straight Man Bottom!]

“And why not?” Zhou Chenyu asked with a smile.

Even through the screen, he could imagine Juezhou’s current embarrassed state. Those translucent, snow-white earlobes were likely stained a faint red—even more enticing than the marks left by a pinch.

Zhou Chenyu’s manager, sitting nearby, cleared his throat lightly, hinting for Zhou Chenyu not to take the teasing too far. Usually, when Zhou Chenyu went through these fan-call segments, his reactions were quite cold. Why was he today—

Acting exactly like a male peacock frantically spreading its feathers?

Juezhou: “I…”

He couldn’t find the words to respond. Seeing the bullet screen become increasingly outrageous, even starting to turn “yellow” (NSFW), he couldn’t help but blurting out, “I’m not cute at all.”

Zhou Chenyu let out a “pfft” and laughed, covering his lips with the back of his hand.

The bullet screen paused for a second before refreshing at a speed so fast Juezhou couldn’t even keep up.

[I’m dead.]

[I actually got to hear this for free.]

…Dammit.

For some reason, even though Juezhou had refuted the idea of being cute, the audience became even more unanimous in thinking he was adorable.

Juezhou simply shut his mouth. Fortunately, the five minutes passed in a flash, and the livestream call was automatically disconnected. Although another fan was brought on for a call, the bullet screen was still flooded with content about Juezhou.

Even though it was Zhou Chenyu’s livestream, by the end, it felt like it was Juezhou’s. The moderators and staff had to work hard to steer the rhythm back to get past the incident.

Feeling sulky, Juezhou wanted to punch the wall to express his anger. His fist was halfway there before he regained his senses and let it land on the soft quilt instead.

…How could he be so stupid?

Juezhou rolled around on the bed, going over a dozen “correct” ways to handle Zhou Chenyu in his head. He was too slow to react; every time something like this happened, he only thought of the solution afterward.

Sigh.

After several seconds of silent embarrassment, Juezhou finally recovered. He exited Zhou Chenyu’s room and noticed a small streamer he followed was live, so he clicked in.

The streamer’s ID was Shi Du, and he was a gaming streamer. When Juezhou first followed him, he was just a rookie who didn’t know how to fight back when bullied by creepy guys in the comments; he would just turn red and bury his head in the game.

Although Juezhou loved watching gaming streams, his own skills were quite trash. Seeing such a skilled yet unpopular streamer, he couldn’t help but feel pity and had donated several “Full-Screen Broadcast” gifts to him.

Shi Du proved his worth, slowly working his way up to become the top streamer in the gaming section.

The moment Juezhou entered the room, he realized Shi Du wasn’t playing games today. Instead, Zhou Chenyu’s livestream was displayed on the computer screen. The camera was pointed at Shi Du’s hands—the knuckles were distinct, clean, and fair.

The bullet screen was very active:

[Sour, so sour.] [I smell vinegar (jealousy).]

[Off-topic, but the Little Boss’s voice is so nice.]

Juezhou: ?

He scrolled up through the comments and found he couldn’t quite understand the chat history.

[Is the streamer catching an affair?]

[Ah, his ‘wife’ ran off to watch another streamer; of course he’s jealous.]

[The streamer’s ‘wife’ hasn’t been around lately, and his performance has dropped so fast. Didn’t he lose four games in a row yesterday?]

Juezhou clearly remembered that Shi Du was only a freshman this year—the same age as the Protagonist Shou. When did he get a wife?

On the screen, Shi Du closed Zhou Chenyu’s livestream and apologized sheepishly. He asked with clear articulation, “I’ll continue the ga—the Little Boss is here?”

His voice carried a clear sense of youth. Because Juezhou was the top donor on Shi Du’s leaderboard, the two had exchanged contact information privately, and Shi Du always referred to him as “Little Boss.”

Juezhou (Chat): [Mm.]

The bullet screen turned into [yoo~]. Several long-time viewers followed Shi Du’s lead in greeting Juezhou.

Shi Du started a match and selected the strongest hero of the season. He asked seemingly casually, “I haven’t seen the Little Boss in a long time. Has the Little Boss been busy lately?”

Juezhou thought about it; he really hadn’t watched any streams for over half a month. Since the Protagonist Shou appeared, he had been busy with missions. He didn’t want to reveal his real identity, so he gave a perfunctory explanation: [I’ve been busy with my graduation project.]

The game officially began. Shi Du’s plays were as powerful as ever; eight minutes in, he got a triple kill on the enemy heroes. In the fourteenth minute, the opposing side surrendered. Over the next few matches, Shi Du continued to carry the whole field, showing none of the “performance drop” mentioned by the chat.

Juezhou donated a “Submarine” to Shi Du. Suddenly, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop. He quickly exited the stream and huddled under the quilt, pretending to be asleep.

While turning off his phone, Juezhou checked the time.

His brother had actually showered for over an hour.

Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Henian saw Juezhou facing away from him, with everything below his neck tightly wrapped in the quilt. He knew at a glance that Juezhou was faking sleep, but he didn’t bother to expose him. He took off his glasses; without them, Jiang Henian’s aura seemed much softer. His slender hand used a towel to haphazardly dry the droplets from his hair.

With his eyes closed, Juezhou suddenly thought of an unavoidable problem—

He was a terrible sleeper. Every morning he woke up, his pillow and quilt would be on the floor, and he loved hugging things while sleeping. What if he accidentally hugged Jiang Henian in the middle of the night and his skin hunger flared up? Would Jiang Henian think he was a pervert and throw him out?

Juezhou couldn’t help but worry for his life.

Jiang Henian had already climbed into the quilt. The two were back-to-back, separated by the length of an arm. Hearing Juezhou roll over, Jiang Henian turned slightly and asked, “Can’t sleep? I’ll go pour you some milk.”

It wasn’t a matter of whether he could sleep or not; Juezhou simply didn’t dare to!

When Juezhou wasn’t causing trouble, Jiang Henian was a very reasonable guardian. For example, right now, knowing Juezhou had slept for over four hours and might struggle to rest, Jiang Henian didn’t push him to sleep. He only said, “Call me if you want milk.”

Juezhou: “O-okay!”

He peeked over the edge of the quilt. Jiang Henian sat up and dimmed the bedside lamp. The orange light outlined the perfect contours of his side profile, his dark eyelashes drooping as he softened his gaze.

“Be good, don’t play on your phone,” he said with a hint of helplessness after noticing Juezhou squirming under the covers.

Jiang Henian didn’t use cologne, but he always smelled good—not a gaudy scent, but something refreshing, even slightly crisp. Juezhou pressed his nose against the quilt and sniffed. He saw a section of Jiang Henian’s smooth, toned abdomen as he raised his arm. Jiang Henian, who exercised regularly, had a much better physique than Juezhou; his waist looked firm and powerful.

Taking advantage of Jiang Henian closing his eyes again, Juezhou sneakily pulled out his phone. Using the quilt to block the light, he began to play while facing away from Jiang Henian.

His alias “Yi Zhou” had, unsurprisingly, hit the trending searches alongside Zhou Chenyu. Netizens these days were talking in stranger and stranger ways; some who were clearly girls were calling Juezhou “Wife.”

[I’ve been looping the audio of Boss Yi Zhou acting spoiled for two hours. Is there another chance for him to show his voice? More more more.]

[My ‘equipment’ is broken; I urgently need Boss Yi Zhou to come save me.]

Juezhou: […These people are so weird.]

The System: [I suggest the Host learn from them; you can use this to harass the Protagonist Shou later.]

Juezhou imagined himself saying to Xie Wenchen: “My ‘equipment’ is broken, come save me quickly.” Xie Wenchen would definitely blacken even faster and torture him to death…

The payment app suddenly popped up a notification. Juezhou clicked in and saw that Shi Du had transferred 10,000 yuan to him—exactly the price of the “Yacht” gift he had sent earlier. After confirming Shi Du had ended his stream, Juezhou sent him a question mark.

Having known him for so long, Juezhou was well aware of Shi Du’s situation. Shi Du’s parents ignored him; he had needed to earn money to take care of his grandmother since high school and almost couldn’t attend school. Fortunately, the Federation strongly supported education for the poor, so people in Shi Du’s situation didn’t even have to pay tuition. He attended classes by day and streamed games by night, supporting himself and his grandmother on a meager income.

Back then, Juezhou was in college—an enthusiastic young man who would even help Shi Du with his homework in the middle of the night. However, Juezhou didn’t know the answers to many problems himself, so he would always message Jiang Henian to ask for solutions to the science questions. Jiang Henian thought Juezhou had finally become studious and gave him a very thick red envelope during the New Year.

Shi Du didn’t fail Juezhou’s expectations and got into the best university on Capital Star—the same college as the Protagonist Shou.

Almost as soon as Juezhou sent the message, he received a reply: [Little Boss, I’m an adult now.]

Juezhou understood. The kid had grown up and could support himself.

Shi Du: [I heard before that the Little Boss also lives on Capital Star. Can I treat you to a meal?]

Juezhou didn’t lack the money for a meal, and helping Shi Du had been a casual act, so he refused and replied with a smiley face: [Just take me along to play games next time.]

Juezhou’s skills were trash. Last time he played a duo match with Shi Du, he was killed fifteen times and stole three of Shi Du’s kills. Even though the audience was very understanding, Juezhou had logged off in shame.

Perhaps because it was too warm under the quilt, Juezhou gradually forgot Jiang Henian’s presence and leaned back. Jiang Henian had turned over at some point and half-embraced Juezhou, lowering his chin.

This was originally a very normal, intimate gesture, but because of Juezhou’s skin hunger, it felt a bit different. Juezhou desperately wanted to put back on the pants he had stripped off earlier, but driven by physiological instinct, he couldn’t help but press his exposed skin against Jiang Henian’s body.

The temperature steadily rose, and Juezhou felt a bit hot. His movements looked like he was throwing himself into the other’s arms, but because he was gaining a comfortable sense of physiological satisfaction, Juezhou didn’t care.

His fair fingertips gradually turned a light pink. Juezhou trembled slightly, unable to even hold his phone steadily; his gaze became a bit vacant.

Even though Jiang Henian was holding him from behind, the reality was that Juezhou was incessantly seeking more physical contact, even feeling dissatisfied that Jiang Henian had fastened his sleeping buttons so neatly.

Perhaps due to exhaustion from the day, Jiang Henian had already fallen asleep during the short time Juezhou was on his phone. There were faint dark circles under his eyes. Juezhou moved in his arms, but he didn’t wake up.

Anyway, Jiang Henian is sleeping; he won’t notice if I rub against him a bit.

Shi Du sent another message: [Little Boss, sleep early.]

Juezhou replied with a “Mm,” then carefully turned over and lightly hugged Jiang Henian. Upon touching the other’s firm abdomen, Juezhou’s eyes curved happily. Using both his hands and legs to entwine the other, he rubbed against him.

Suddenly, something scorching pressed against him.

As a fellow man, Juezhou quickly realized what that was.

He was so startled he couldn’t even hold his phone steadily. His pinky accidentally tapped the screen, playing the voice message Shi Du had sent—”Little Boss, goodnight.”

The voice only sounded for a second before Jiang Henian opened his eyes. His gaze rested quietly on Juezhou’s face.

Unperturbed.

Juezhou looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a long-accumulated, thin layer of water, and his fresh red lips were trembling slightly.

Jiang Henian reached out and propped up Juezhou’s waist.

The distance between the two became even closer.