After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Even in his drunken state, Juezhou could tell that Zhou Chenyu’s tone did not sound like he was angry.

Filled with a bit of confusion, he let out a soft, “Hmm?”

The system notified him that the mission was complete and that the “oppression values” for both the protagonist top and the protagonist bottom had increased significantly.

Seeing the mission accomplished, Juezhou hurriedly hung up the video call. He happily patted Xie Wenchen’s face, playing his role as a “bad guy” to the very end.

Xie Wenchen’s eyelashes trembled. His hands, resting on his knees, clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The drunken Juezhou didn’t notice; however, even if he had, he would have simply assumed that Xie Wenchen was so furious he was ready to give him a beating at any moment.

Juezhou felt incredibly sleepy. Tilting his head, he leaned against Xie Wenchen’s shoulder.

Once he closed his eyes, the system could no longer see what was happening through his vision. It anxiously monitored Juezhou’s physical condition, terrified that Xie Wenchen wouldn’t be able to hold back from hitting him.

Fortunately, Xie Wenchen had great restraint. The system stared at the data for a long time, and Juezhou suffered no injuries.

However, the temperature around his waist rose slightly compared to before. Even in areas usually only exposed during a bath, the data showed slight abnormalities.

Shan Hanyu pushed away a young boy who had intentionally bumped into him. Expressionless, he walked down the hallway.

Following behind him were several wealthy young heirs, all of whom were gently advising him not to lose his temper with his family just for the sake of his pride.

“You’re almost at the age to inherit the family business; you still need to coax your elders properly—”

“Exactly. People like us can’t compare to that young master. He was born to be liked by everyone. Even when he bullies people everywhere, others still scramble to give him the best of everything.”

Shan Hanyu toyed with the stud in his earlobe and remained silent.

As they turned a corner, they ran into an exceptionally handsome youth.

The youth was carrying someone in his arms. The person appeared to be asleep, wrapped in an overcoat, with their face resting against the youth’s neck.

Shan Hanyu didn’t pay much attention and tried to walk past, but a profligate heir among them spoke up: “Hey—you, stop right there.”

The youth, who had a cold and indifferent expression, paused and looked at Shan Hanyu’s group.

By the glow of the colored lights, Shan Hanyu recognized who the youth was. On the night rumors spread that Juezhou wanted to keep someone as a “sugar baby,” Xie Wenchen’s photos had circulated throughout their entire social circle.

“Tsk.” Shan Hanyu clicked his tongue, his expression impatient.

“This is Xie Wenchen?” The playboy who spoke first spat. “A pretty boy.”

The other heirs joined in, belittling Xie Wenchen with various insults, using phrases like “pretty boys who only know how to seduce people.”

Even while being insulted, Xie Wenchen showed no reaction, keeping his eyelids lowered.

Shan Hanyu couldn’t listen to any more of it. “Alright, let’s go.”

After the group left the bar and were hit by the cold wind, Shan Hanyu suddenly asked, “Don’t you think Xie Wenchen looks familiar?”

The heirs thought hard for a moment before saying with strange looks, “Actually, he does. He seems to… look a bit like you, Brother Shan.”

Shan Hanyu kicked a stone on the ground.

Looked like him?

He had heard that Gu Juezhou took a liking to Xie Wenchen’s face, but he hadn’t seen any sign of the guy wanting to keep him as a sugar baby.

[Host, it is 8:30 AM. It’s time to wake up.]

Juezhou buried his face in the quilt and grumpily rolled around on the bed… nearly falling off. Luckily, there was a guardrail on the side of the bed. Juezhou’s leg hit the iron bar, snapping him awake instantly.

His surroundings were completely unfamiliar.

Juezhou rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit dazed from just waking up.

System: [The protagonist bottom brought you back to his dormitory last night.]

Oh—

Juezhou had never stayed in a dormitory during university; this was his first time seeing the interior of one.

Xie Wenchen lived in a double room. It was unexpectedly neat, and the pillow even carried the scent of the perfume Juezhou liked. Juezhou buried his nose in it for a while, then suddenly realized his behavior was a bit perverted and sat up straight.

The consequence of a hangover was a headache. Juezhou rubbed his temples and flipped over to sit up. As he moved, the muscles in his waist and abdomen were pulled, causing him to hiss softly as he frowned in pain.

He had forgotten most of what happened last night. Had Xie Wenchen secretly beaten him up while he was asleep?

Juezhou sat at the desk and tugged at his crumpled shirt. Xie Wenchen hadn’t helped him change; he was still wearing the same clothes from last night.

“The protagonist bottom left me in his dorm and ran off?” Juezhou wondered.

System: [It seems so. How detestable.]

Juezhou’s phone was sitting on Xie Wenchen’s desk. It only had ten percent battery left and was flooded with unread messages. As he reached for it, he suddenly noticed that the scratch paper spread out on the desk was covered in pencil drawings of paper boats.

The boats were very simple—the skill level of a kindergartner—and they crowded the entire A4-sized sheet.

Before Juezhou could examine the paper further, the dormitory door swung open, letting in the warm morning sunlight.

The youth who entered pushed aside a chair that was in the way and smiled politely. “Hello, Senior Juezhou.”

His voice was gentle and clear, sounding somewhat familiar.

System: [This is Xie Wenchen’s roommate. You met once yesterday.]

The unfamiliar youth had an exquisite face with red lips and white teeth, resembling a gentle spring breeze that melts the snow. He wore a loose white T-shirt, and as he moved, the firm muscle lines on his forearms were visible.

Juezhou nodded and asked, “Where did Xie Wenchen go?”

“Xie Wenchen went to buy breakfast for you. He asked me to tell you that the disposable toothbrush is in the outermost cabinet in the bathroom.”

The gentle-looking youth showed no intention of introducing himself. His attitude was neither enthusiastic nor overly cold.

Perhaps fearing that Juezhou would feel awkward being alone in a room with a stranger, the youth poured a cup of tea for him. He didn’t stay long, making an excuse about borrowing something from the next room.

The double dormitory had an en-suite bathroom. Juezhou found the disposable toothbrush and finished a quick wash-up.

His waist still hurt quite a bit. He frowned and rubbed it a few times. “Did Xie Wenchen really not hit me?”

The System hesitated: [Probably not. You can lift your clothes to check.]

Juezhou unbuttoned his shirt and saw that there were only faint red marks on his lower abdomen left by his belt.

Perhaps it was just because Xie Wenchen’s bed was too hard.

He had experienced general body aches after sleeping on a wooden board before, so he temporarily set his doubts aside.

However…

“Is it swollen…?” Juezhou frowned, staring at those two spots.

The pale pink areas had become raised and dark red. Their silhouettes were clearly visible even through the thin fabric of the shirt.

System: [What?]

Although the system wasn’t human, Juezhou was too embarrassed to discuss such things with it, so he didn’t elaborate.

The shirt he hadn’t changed out of all night reeked of alcohol. Feeling a bit disgusted, Juezhou took it off and tossed it aside, grabbing his phone to reply to messages.

At the very top was a message from Shi Du—routine “good morning” and “good night” texts, along with several voice notes.

Juezhou clicked on one of them. The youth’s voice coming through was slightly raspy:

—”I’ve caught a bit of a cold lately. Boss, take care of yourself and wear more clothes.”

The transition from autumn to winter was the peak season for the flu. However, in the interstellar era, medical technology was advanced; a minor illness like a cold could be cured in a single night.

Suddenly, the sound of something hitting the floor came from the doorway. Juezhou looked back to see Xie Wenchen’s roommate standing there, hurriedly picking up a book that had fallen.

Thinking that no girls would enter a male dormitory, Juezhou hadn’t closed the bathroom door. He hadn’t expected to be caught shirtless by his junior. He awkwardly threw his shirt over his shoulders.

“Sorry!”

Surprisingly, it was the youth who apologized first. His face flushed bright red as he backed out of the bathroom, but his retina was already seared with the scene he had just glimpsed—

On the young man’s narrow, fair lower back were rows of faint marks, and even lingering teeth indentations, looking as though he had been held tightly and sucked and bitten countless times.