After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

Juezhou wasn’t kind enough to help his junior up; he simply waited until the medical robot arrived before heading out. Mo Guan was still waiting for him outside. The piano performance was scheduled toward the end, and the arts performance had just concluded.

“Why are you still following me?” Juezhou tilted his head to look at Xie Wenchen. If Juezhou were in his shoes, he’d want to get as far away from a “villainous sugar daddy” as possible.

Xie Wenchen maintained that same calm attitude, lowering his head slightly to avoid Juezhou’s gaze. “Senior Mo Guan asked me to invite you to a bar together in a little while.”

Since Jiang Henian’s return, Juezhou hadn’t been out with his group of hedonistic friends for a long time. Hearing this, he was instantly tempted.

The bar was a bit far from the school, taking about ten minutes to reach by car. Most of the people attending were members of the Student Union whom Juezhou knew. Except for Juezhou, everyone else was a student who was usually incredibly well-behaved; as soon as they entered, they were so deafened by the heavy metal music they wanted to leave.

“Let’s play to Juezhou-ge’s heart’s content today,” Mo Guan said with a smile. He was afraid Juezhou would be in a bad mood because of the water-splashing incident today, so he specifically chose a place Juezhou used to like.

However, the place seemed to be a wrong choice… At a glance, the people in the bar were playing quite wildly. People at the neighboring table had even called for servers, holding them in their arms while laughing and playing.

Mo Guan couldn’t bear to watch and paid out of his own pocket to order drinks for everyone, proposing a game of Truth or Dare. They spun a beer bottle; whoever the bottle pointed at had to accept a penalty.

The first person chosen was a junior. The card he drew was “Who was your first-night partner?” The junior turned beet red, stammering and unable to speak, before finally whispering that he hadn’t experienced it. While saying this, his eyes darted around, secretly staring at Juezhou.

Juezhou noticed: [System, I suspect he’s making an insinuation about me.] Isn’t it perfectly normal not to have a sex life? So annoying, but I can’t say it.

The loser of the second round was Juezhou. He had just stolen a glance at the “Truth” cards—they were all explicit questions that made one’s ears burn. He thought about it and said, “I choose Dare.”

He was lucky; the card required him to finish the drink in the glass of the first female to his right. The junior girl had ordered a cocktail with a high alcohol concentration and hadn’t touched a drop; she smiled and handed it to Juezhou.

Speaking of drinking, Juezhou hadn’t even touched fruit wine before turning eighteen. On the night he became an adult, Jiang Henian specifically bought several crates of alcohol and required Juezhou to drink in front of him until he was drunk—to memorize his alcohol tolerance so he would never exceed that limit while drinking outside.

Unexpectedly, Juezhou went down after two glasses, his face red as he begged Jiang Henian for hugs. He was a bad drunk; he clung to Jiang Henian acting spoiled all night, saying anything and everything. Before getting drunk, Jiang Henian was his “Brother,” but after getting drunk, he was “Jiang Henian’s Brother.”

He even haphazardly stripped Jiang Henian’s clothes and bit his “Jinjiang-unmentionable” two points, leaving deep teeth marks. His legs clamped around Jiang Henian’s waist and he refused to let go; Jiang Henian was kept awake by him all night.

The next day, when Juezhou regained his senses, he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. After that, he rarely touched alcohol.

Now, in front of so many classmates, he couldn’t back out. He smiled at the female student, picked up the glass, and downed it in one go. A slightly astringent taste filled his mouth. Juezhou took a breath, pretending nothing was wrong, and secretly popped a candy into his mouth.

It was a bit head-spinning. The aftereffects surged up a few minutes later.

Truth or Dare continued for several more rounds. Because they weren’t very close to each other, it gradually became a bit boring. Mo Guan asked a server for a box of board game cards and spread them on the table.

The server at this bar seemed to be seeing such upright guests—who did nothing but drink and play games—for the first time. He gestured toward a nearby booth and asked the girl closest to him, “Miss, do you need this kind of service?”

In the neighboring booth sat several girls who had come to the bar as a group; each was leaning against one or two handsome male servers. In the Interstellar Era, people were quite open about such matters, though “male virtue” lecturers still existed. The server was afraid there were those who upheld “male virtue” in the group, so he didn’t address the men.

Mo Guan: …F—, what kind of hellhole did I pick.

The female student quickly waved her hand: “No, no need.”

However, the server’s knowing gaze landed on Juezhou. “Very well. Please call me if you have any needs, Miss.”

Juezhou was already half-drunk, leaning against the sofa with no strength, his expression slow and his brows lightly furrowed.

The System: [Host, if you can’t hold on, you can ask the Protagonist Shou to take you home.]

Juezhou rubbed his slightly hot earlobe: “I’m fine.”

His voice was very soft, and only Xie Wenchen heard it. He unobtrusively propped up Juezhou’s arm and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Juezhou, are you alright?”

Juezhou instinctively hooked onto Xie Wenchen’s hand, touching the warm skin of the youth’s wrist. Xie Wenchen lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, seeing that Juezhou’s eyes were covered in a layer of mist, as if they could condense into tears and dampen his eyelashes at any moment.

The beautiful youth didn’t realize he was drunk at all. He stared at Xie Wenchen a bit blankly, looking quite well-behaved, yet his fingers slid into Xie Wenchen’s sleeve.

His lightly licked lips were coated with a glistening moisture, looking more suited to being forcibly held by the chin for something else. But it shouldn’t be, because his sense of fragility was too thick—as if with a little more strength, he would cry from the pain.

The board game they were playing gradually stopped. The sound of someone swallowing was covered by the music. Xie Wenchen’s sleeve was too narrow; Juezhou’s hand got stuck halfway. He lowered his head slightly, trying to tear open Xie Wenchen’s sleeve, but his strength while drunk was exceptionally small—only enough for him to prop himself against Xie Wenchen’s shoulder.

—He smelled the scent of the shower gel he commonly used on Xie Wenchen.

The familiar fragrance made his attitude toward Xie Wenchen even more “clinging.” Xie Wenchen reached out to support his waist, and he took the opportunity to hug Xie Wenchen’s neck and sit on the other’s lap.

“Mr. Juezhou, do you need to rest?” Xie Wenchen’s tone was still calm and self-possessed. He reached out to block between himself and Juezhou, stopping further physical contact.

“Is Senior Juezhou drunk…?” asked the girl sitting on Juezhou’s other side. She couldn’t help but rest her fingers on the youth’s cheek; sensing the slight heat, she let out a soft “Ah.”

Snow-white fingers contrasted against a face flushed with a shallow red. Juezhou let out a small sound and rubbed against the girl’s fingers. Ordinarily, people look quite ugly when their faces turn red after drinking, but Juezhou was an exception; he looked like cinnabar tilted across cold snow. There was still unwashed red pigment at the corners of his eyes—now a very faint color—looking as if it had been “ravaged” out.

Xie Wenchen’s hand on Juezhou’s lower back suddenly tightened, pulling him into his embrace and creating distance between him and the female student.

His thoughts were separated by a layer of frosted glass; Juezhou didn’t notice anything wrong and took the chance to nuzzle against Xie Wenchen’s neck, offering the softest parts of his body to him. Unaware of the danger, he rubbed against the suddenly rising heat over and over.

The System spoke up to remind him: [Host, your state is not right. There seems to be something wrong with the water that splashed you today.]

Juezhou was dizzy and couldn’t think deeply about the System’s words, letting out an “Mm” while buried against Xie Wenchen. His teeth started to itch again; Juezhou opened his mouth and licked the closest spot—the protruding Adam’s apple—grinding and licking it, leaving shallow teeth marks.

Straight man Mo Guan only marveled at Juezhou’s face before calling the other classmates to continue the board game. However, the atmosphere was nowhere near as good as before; a junior nearby even made mistakes with several cards due to a lack of focus.

“Little student,” a playful male voice sounded from nearby.

Mo Guan looked up at the person who spoke, feeling he looked a bit familiar. The youth was followed by a small group of people; his collar was open, and a blooming rose was tattooed on his chest. His smiling gaze landed on Juezhou: “What’s your name?”

Juezhou tilted his head, not understanding what the other was saying. A female student let out a soft cry, recognizing the youth as an idol who appeared on a recent talent show—he was very “nugu” (unpopular), but his face was decent.

The youth moved closer to Juezhou, almost leaning over the sofa, his tie dangling in mid-air: “Little student, can I have your contact information?”

Xie Wenchen lowered his head slightly, hiding his nearly uncontrollable emotions. “Mr. Juezhou, someone is asking for your contact information,” Xie Wenchen said in a low voice.

“Mm…” Juezhou’s thigh was pressed against Xie Wenchen’s waist; because he couldn’t hold on tight, he was also restlessly trembling, as if he were doing something inappropriate.

The youth took his attitude as permission. He reached out and lightly pinched Juezhou’s earlobe, saying with a smile: “Do you want to try it with me once? I guarantee my skills are better than this ‘little brother’ you’re holding.”

“Hey!” Mo Guan stood up.

Anyone could hear the ill-intent in the youth’s words. Everyone present was a college student who hadn’t left the ivory tower; they were so angry their faces turned red, not knowing how to deal with such a “social” person.

The System timely released a small current in Juezhou’s mind, stimulating his nerves. It didn’t have human emotions, but it could sense that what the youth said would surely displease Juezhou.

The youth’s blunt words made Juezhou frown slightly. He grabbed the other’s tie and pulled down forcefully. “What kind of thing do you think you are?” Juezhou asked in an annoyed tone.

As a cannon fodder character with an unlikable personality, Juezhou never held back. Encountering such a person who didn’t know his place and was full of lewd talk, he just lashed out directly. He saw the youth’s face close at hand; with the drunkenness surging, he didn’t think much and slapped him a few times. He didn’t have much strength in his hands, but the sense of humiliation was full.

Even after being hit, the youth was still smiling, seemingly finding Juezhou even more attractive after getting angry. He chuckled lowly: “How do you know you don’t like it if you don’t try?” The little idol had likely just entered the circle and didn’t recognize who Juezhou was. Someone who had been in the circle for two or three years would likely have run away the moment they saw Juezhou.

Juezhou’s reputation as a bully was known far and wide; this was the first time he encountered someone who dared to be presumptuous in front of him, and he didn’t quite know how to handle it. Plus, with the problem in the water from before, Juezhou didn’t even want to lift a finger; if it weren’t for the System, his thoughts would have long fallen into chaos.

“Mr. Juezhou, are you unhappy because of him?” Xie Wenchen asked against his ear.

Before Juezhou could answer, he saw Xie Wenchen rolling up his sleeves, his exposed forearms looking firm and powerful—looking as if he were very good at fighting. Juezhou wasn’t narcissistic enough to think Xie Wenchen was standing up for him because he liked him; the Protagonist Shous in Jinjiang novels were generally kind and good-hearted, and Xie Wenchen likely belonged to this type.

Thinking that he would have to do a lot of physically and mentally abusive things to Xie Wenchen in the future, Juezhou felt a bit of guilt.

Before Xie Wenchen could beat up the trashy idol, the phone in Juezhou’s pocket rang. Juezhou tugged at Xie Wenchen’s clothes; the latter understood and took out the phone to answer.

A youth’s smiling voice came from the other end: “It’s so late, why aren’t you home yet?”

To make it easier for Juezhou to hear, Xie Wenchen turned on the speaker. The girl in the neighboring seat heard the youth’s voice and showed a look of shock. So familiar… a bit like that Zhou Chenyu?

It was indeed Zhou Chenyu. His tone was lazy. After hearing the music on Juezhou’s end, he let out an “Mm?” and asked, “What bad things are you doing? Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Jiang Henian?”

Very primary-schooler.

Juezhou: “Some sightless moron is bullying me and saying his skills are better than Xiao Xie’s.”

Zhou Chenyu didn’t focus on who “Xiao Xie” was. His tone solidified slightly as he said, “Please switch to a video call.”

Juezhou didn’t understand why but had Xie Wenchen help him switch. The camera pointed at the youth. Thus, everyone else present saw clearly who the person on Juezhou’s screen was.

The youth with slightly long black hair was wearing loungewear, his collar open to reveal a slender neck. The moment his gaze left Juezhou, it became cold, quietly staring at the little idol. Someone nearby let out a cry of shock.

Previously, people knew Juezhou knew Jiang Henian; though surprised, they didn’t care much. Jiang Henian was a figure known throughout the galaxy, but his expertise was limited to diplomacy and he was only well-known outside the Federation.

But Zhou Chenyu was different. Who present hadn’t seen Zhou Chenyu’s dramas and movies? Seeing someone they only saw on TV suddenly being close with their classmate felt very magical. And thinking back to what Zhou Chenyu just said—”come home”…

Everyone’s gazes toward Zhou Chenyu and Xie Wenchen became “off.”

The little idol’s face suddenly turned snowy white. He stared in horror at Juezhou’s phone screen and called out uncertainly: “Z-Zhou-ge?” In the talent show he participated in, Zhou Chenyu was one of the mentors.

Zhou Chenyu didn’t respond, saying to Juezhou in a gentle voice: “Give him the phone.”

The little idol held the phone, his expression visibly ugly to everyone. He whispered something to Zhou Chenyu with trembling lips. The noisy music drowned out their conversation. Juezhou idly stroked the lines of Xie Wenchen’s forearm.

A minute later, the little idol returned the phone to Juezhou, his attitude completely transformed: “M-Mr. Gu, I was blind. Everything your table consumes tonight is on me.” His bangs were soaked with sweat, and he apologized repeatedly. As soon as he finished, he couldn’t wait to flee.

The speed of the change in attitude left Juezhou speechless. He tilted his head slightly and poked Zhou Chenyu’s forehead on the screen.

After this disturbance, Mo Guan didn’t dare stay in this bar that made “decent” people afraid. He instructed the male students to take the girls home one by one.

Juezhou was drunk and didn’t want to move. Mo Guan tapped the table and asked if he needed a ride.

“Xiao Xie will take me.” Juezhou’s eyelids drooped tiredly as he stared at the phone on the table. Zhou Chenyu hadn’t hung up the video call yet, watching with an amused attitude as Juezhou looked dazed from the alcohol.

After regaining a bit of clarity, Juezhou stopped sitting on Xie Wenchen’s lap and sat properly to the side, though he still held Xie Wenchen’s hand, stroking the gaps between his fingers.

“Fine then.” Mo Guan saw that the relationship between the two was closer than he imagined, nodded, and took the other students home.

Juezhou leaned on the table, dazing out with his arm bent. After being fed a few sips of warm water by Xie Wenchen while his chin was held, he slowly reacted: “Eh, where did everyone go?”

Zhou Chenyu chuckled and asked, “You’re drunk. When are you coming home? That person from just now… likely won’t have another chance to appear before you.”

“Wait—” Juezhou froze.

The System reminded him: [The condition of the Protagonist Top and Bottom being present at the same time has been met. It is recommended to complete the mission: humiliate the Protagonist Shou in front of the Protagonist Top.]

It was too hard. Juezhou couldn’t think of how to humiliate him. He wasn’t smart to begin with, and after getting drunk, he was even stupider. And in a video call situation, he couldn’t have Xie Wenchen kneel down to tie his shoelaces.

Xie Wenchen also sat steadily, his palm protecting Juezhou’s waist, showing no intention of interjecting—possessing the professional quality of a “canary” to a high degree. Because of the alcohol, the world before Juezhou’s eyes wouldn’t stop spinning; if Xie Wenchen hadn’t been protecting him, he would have fallen long ago.

The other students had all left; only the two of them remained in the booth. With no one else around, Juezhou became a bit bolder and more impulsive in everything he did—

He tugged at Xie Wenchen’s tie. The youth’s chin entered the frame, and he uncomfortably lowered his eyelids.

“Playing with a little boy?” Zhou Chenyu’s smile faded slightly as he asked.

“Yeah.” Juezhou hugged Xie Wenchen’s neck, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, proactively leaned in, and gave a light kiss on Xie Wenchen’s cheek in a very flippant manner.

Lips stained with alcohol were fresh red and slightly hot, creating a sharp contrast against the youth’s cold white skin.

A fleeting touch.

Kissing the cheek was exceptionally ambiguous for two males. But within Juezhou’s range of acceptance, he intentionally lingered a bit longer, until Xie Wenchen’s earlobes became hot with annoyance.

After letting go, Juezhou looked at Zhou Chenyu on the screen in a quite good mood, feeling a sort of “NTR” pleasure. Although it wasn’t of his own volition, stealing Zhou Chenyu’s “wife” and seeing Zhou Chenyu get angry—so wicked, and so satisfying.

Zhou Chenyu’s smile, however, grew even deeper. He curled his finger, propped up his chin, his eyes curving into thin smile lines at the corners, his expression revealing an uncontrollable excitement.

“Zhouzhou,” Zhou Chenyu called out in an intimate tone.