After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

Lin Gu was an ordinary sophomore at the First Academy. Because she enjoyed watching beautiful girls on the Jinjiang Livestream platform, she had also registered a streamer account to broadcast her daily life at the academy.

However, an ordinary study routine wasn’t particularly interesting to watch. Every time she went live, there were only a few hundred viewers—negligible compared to the trillions of people across the galaxy.

“Today is our school’s anniversary,” Lin Gu said to her viewers while walking toward the Grand Auditorium with her roommate, holding her holographic livestream equipment.

“In previous years, not many people came to see the arts performance because it was honestly too boring. Unlike the neighboring college, which has mecha shows and various magical special effects, our school only has poetry recitals and some ordinary retro performances,” Lin Gu explained. “The only advantage is probably that it’s entirely managed by students; teachers don’t participate or even come to watch.”

The bullet screen was split between envying the freedom of the prestigious school and raising questions: The streamer says not many people come, but why are there so many people rushing along the path?

Lin Gu was also puzzled. She couldn’t help but quicken her pace, afraid she wouldn’t get a front-row seat. Fortunately, her roommate’s boyfriend had reserved seats in the first row in advance. After sitting down, Lin Gu was surprised to find that nearly half the seats were already filled. Several female students nearby were excitedly discussing something, seemingly mentioning “Senior Gu.”

“Senior?” Lin Gu’s roommate proactively joined their conversation.

“Yeah, haven’t you checked the group chat? Senior Gu is here today,” a stranger said.

Now Lin Gu didn’t even care about her viewers. She asked in surprise, “Real or fake?! Senior Gu is actually participating in an activity?”

“I haven’t seen Senior Gu in so long. Since he became a senior, he only returns to school once a month. You can’t even see him if you wait at the school gate every day. I didn’t expect to meet him today.”

Lin Gu didn’t hide the camera, so the audience could hear their conversation.

[Ugh, is it really worth it? What’s so good about a stinking man?]

[I used to think the streamer was quite rational, unlike those boy-crazy or girl-crazy types. Now it seems they’re all the same—blushing when they see a handsome guy.]

Seeing the audience’s cynicism, Lin Gu didn’t hold back and retorted, “Just wait until Senior Gu comes out later, and you’ll understand.”

The arts performance began, and everyone stopped talking to focus on the show.

“Huh, this year’s performance is actually quite good,” Lin Gu whispered. Although the “cat-ear juniors” were a bit of an eyesore.

According to the program list, the next segment should be a piano solo by a senior from the music department. Lin Gu, having no interest in music, quietly took out her phone to reply to her boyfriend’s message. The number of viewers was also dropping, with everyone complaining that the First Academy’s anniversary was “retro and boring.”

Lin Gu wasn’t a professional streamer anyway, so she didn’t care about the audience’s thoughts and focused on her phone—until she heard the sound of piano keys being struck on stage.

The music was melodious and cheerful, a strange yet pleasant tune that made Lin Gu stop her phone and look toward the youth on stage.

She was instantly stunned.

The youth wasn’t wearing any elaborate formal attire, just a white shirt with the top button neatly fastened. His back was straight, yet he seemed to be glowing, calmly attracting everyone’s gaze. The pale light outlined the exquisite contours of his chin. The youth’s eyes were slightly lowered, his eyelashes long, with a smudge of vivid red at the corners of his eyes, like dying firelight.

It was a scene of intense color, surpassing the proudest works of famous artists.

“Senior Juezhou!” someone behind her whispered in shock.

Because Lin Gu was sitting near the front, she could clearly see the youth’s snow-white, slender fingers dancing across the keys. With a few strikes, the music flowed out joyfully. Even without understanding music, Lin Gu could see that Juezhou’s skill was extraordinary. The fatigue from her previous studies was washed away, and she became immersed in the music.

A music student next to her let out a heartfelt curse, his eyes full of envy: “Is he a god? How can he be so excellent?”

When a person is excellent to a certain degree, they no longer receive jealousy, but envy and a deeper level of admiration. After finishing the piece, the youth stood up and bowed to the audience.

Screams erupted from the seats.

“Thank you,” the youth said, his dark hair falling forward. His light-colored eyes, full of a sense of distance, quietly surveyed the audience, his chin slightly lifted.

It was an air of quiet arrogance.

Lin Gu herself screamed until her ears rang, clutching her friend’s hand in excitement. Her gaze followed Senior Juezhou until he disappeared from sight, then she looked down at the livestream.

The number of online viewers startled her.

The room’s popularity was approaching that of some top-tier streamers and had been pushed to the platform’s homepage by moderators. The number of viewers was still growing at a staggering rate. The screen was filled with “Aaaaaah.”

[Husband, let’s ‘stick’!]

[Streamer, is that Senior the one named Gu Juezhou?]

Lin Gu couldn’t even keep up with the new comments. She picked some to answer: “Yes, that’s him—the Gu Juezhou who won the Federation Fine Arts Award last year, the foster brother of the Diplomat.”

[Aaaaah!! Double fan joy!]

[I thought I gained a husband, but then I realized he’s my wife.]

[Deeply influenced by the video of the Senior acting spoiled for the Diplomat, I always thought he was a clingy little sweetie. I didn’t expect him to be a cold Alpha while playing the piano.]

[So ‘A’! I can already smell the pheromones through the screen—it must be cedar-scented, sob sob sob.]

[No no no, definitely a milk-scented Omega. Look at how white that waist is. (gesturing)]

[Sob sob sob, you people are still arguing about pheromones while us ‘decent’ people have already skipped ahead to the daydreaming. The Senior would definitely cry when pressed against the piano, right? Using the hand he plays piano with to do ‘that’ to himself, then begging me to be gentler.]

[Right, right. He’d even say it’s the school’s piano and it can’t be made dirty, so he has to beg me to help lick it clean.]

[Ah, I want to practice piano with the Senior at school. After practicing for a while, someone would knock on the door and ask why someone is crying and the music is so chaotic.]

[First time I realized a white shirt could be so ‘sexy.’ One light tug on the collar and it would be torn open, right? But white shirts are truly too translucent; any marks left on them would be visible.]

[Person above, stop the ‘Weak Bottom’ script! Doesn’t such an ‘A’ Senior deserve a ‘Strong Bottom’ script? He’s the beautiful brother who would grab the Top’s hair and force them to help him release. My heart is pounding, sob sob sob.]

Lin Gu: “Wait, what?! What are you saying? Stop it quickly, or it’ll be locked by the moderator!”

It had been too long since he played the piano; Juezhou’s fingers were a bit sore. As he walked off stage, he kept his hands clasped and was quietly rubbing them.

So sore, so sore.

His collar was too tight, so he had to lift his chin slightly, walking through the crowd with a cold face. Just then, a person rushed toward him and splashed mineral water at Juezhou. The intelligent robot security responded quickly, blocking most of the water and restraining the person.

Mo Guan, who had been standing below the stage, felt his heart skip a beat. He rushed over to support Juezhou, but just as his hand reached out, he remembered Juezhou’s loathing for physical contact and pulled it back: “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Juezhou was a bit dazed. He lowered his head slightly, and water droplets fell from his eyelashes to the ground. A student helping backstage brought a towel and hurriedly handed it to Juezhou.

“He did it on purpose,” Mo Guan said with a sour face, pointing at the junior who splashed the water.

The latter was a thin, haggard youth who said with a grieved tone, “Senior Juezhou, I’ve had a crush on you for so long. Why don’t you even look at me?” He then faced Juezhou, reached his hand into his clothes, and made some inappropriate, creepy gestures.

Juezhou didn’t hold back and kicked him directly: “There’s something wrong with your bra—”

Catching a glimpse of several lower-grade girls nearby, he stopped immediately and ceased his scolding.

Water droplets from his bangs fell into his eyes, and his dark pupils were tinged with red. The pigment on his cheek also melted with the water; pale red droplets gathered at the tip of his chin and fell one by one. His white shirt was mostly soaked, clinging thinly to his body. Juezhou had subtle yet beautiful muscle lines; his waist was very narrow and slender. The fabric clung to the curves of his exquisite collarbones and back—a wet and seductive allure.

Water seemed to intensify his already vivid colors: the white whiter, the black blacker, the pink pinker. Even with a look of anger, he seemed to be seducing people with his eyes.

The creepy guy was dragged away by security. Mo Guan rationally held Juezhou back; after all, the guy hadn’t caused any actual harm to Juezhou, and if Juezhou hit him again, he’d be sued for intentional injury.

However, interfering with the normal operation of the arts performance and performing creepy acts in public were enough to leave an indelible stain on that junior’s record, which would surely affect his future life development.

In the backstage restroom, there was a dryer. Juezhou went alone, took off his white shirt, and muttered complaints to the System while using the dryer: [Although I’m used to having things splashed on me, I’m still so annoyed.] After all, people used to splash wine on him, but only on half a sleeve; now Juezhou’s clothes were half-soaked, and he had to stand bare-chested in the restroom drying them.

The System comforted him: [There, there.]

Having gone through an industrial revolution, the dryers in the Interstellar Era were not only convenient but fast. Juezhou put on his shirt and put his head under the hand dryer to blow his hair until it was semi-dry. The dryer was very noisy, effectively masking the faint sounds coming from outside.

It sounded like screams and pleas for mercy. Juezhou heard a bit of it, but when he furrowed his brows and listened intently, the sound vanished.

A figure appeared at the restroom entrance, their gaze meeting Juezhou’s. The other person lowered their eyes, their pale red lips pursed: “Mr. Juezhou.”

It was Xie Wenchen.

Juezhou immediately entered his “bully” persona. He straightened his back, surveyed him from top to bottom, and nodded. The handsome youth stared at the floor, his tall, thin body looking weak and pitiful.

“My shoelaces are loose,” Juezhou said, extending his foot slightly forward.

Xie Wenchen understood and knelt down to tie Juezhou’s laces. Not being very skilled at the “bullying” skill, Juezhou was a bit nervous. He licked his lips and lightly kicked Xie Wenchen with his other shoe.

The force was very light—it didn’t look like bullying, but rather like… flirting.

Xie Wenchen froze, seemingly having misunderstood. He actually knelt down completely, brought his lips close to Juezhou’s shoe, and stuck out the tip of his tongue.

Juezhou was so startled he quickly backed away: “What are you doing!”

Xie Wenchen looked up at Juezhou, his dark pupils looking like beautiful glass beads: “Didn’t Mr. Juezhou want it this way?”

System: [Protagonist Shou Oppression Points +20. Congratulations, Host.]

“No… hey, get up.” Juezhou rubbed his forehead, deeply troubled by how to continue maintaining his perverted persona.

Xie Wenchen stood up and brushed the dust off his knees. His posture when rising was a bit unnatural, and he pulled down his already oversized jacket as if hiding something unseemly.

Juezhou walked out, and Xie Wenchen followed behind him. On the floor outside the restroom slumped a thin youth, his face covered in blood, looking hideous and terrifying. Juezhou was startled and instinctively wanted to call a doctor.

The youth moved slightly. After seeing Juezhou, he let out a few raspy roars, his arm moving painfully outward. His gaze landed on Xie Wenchen behind Juezhou. Juezhou thought the youth was looking at him and hurriedly called for an emergency robot.

System: [Host, that’s the bad guy who splashed water on you earlier.]

How did he get beaten so badly?