After the Heartthrob Took the Cannon Fodder Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Juezhou was too embarrassed to state his true request directly. Otherwise, Mother Gu and Jiang Henian would have teamed up to read him news reports about mecha accidents from recent years. Thus, he could only silently accept the contract.

The feeling of being a “financial backer” for the first time was quite novel. He posted on his Moments to show off to the group of rich second-generation heirs on his friend list.

Speaking of which, the lead actor of this manga-adapted drama was actually Juezhou’s childhood friend—the protagonist of this novel world, Zhou Chenyu.

Zhou Chenyu and Juezhou had grown up in the same military compound and were around the same age; they should have gotten along well. However, because Juezhou had known early on that Zhou Chenyu would eventually cause his death, he had bullied him since they were children.

His bullying ranged from big things, like eating stinky snail noodles right in front of Zhou Chenyu, to small things, like giving Zhou Chenyu the nastiest banana-flavored lollipops.

The Gu family had always enjoyed smooth sailing, raising Juezhou in pampered luxury. The Zhou family, however, went bankrupt midway. Back when Zhou Chenyu was in high school, even paying for tuition was a struggle.

After graduating high school, Juezhou went to an art academy to further his studies in painting, while Zhou Chenyu entered the entertainment industry to earn money.

Starting from the lowest level of background extras, Zhou Chenyu relied on his handsome face and sheer perseverance to climb step by step until he won the title of Movie King. By now, his achievements far surpassed Juezhou’s.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was destined to be tied up in a dark room and beaten by Zhou Chenyu in the future, Juezhou would actually admire him quite a bit.

Juezhou spent the entire day watching TV with Mother Gu. After dinner, he acted spoiled and told her he wanted to go out and play. Mother Gu agreed immediately, only reminding him to come home early.

As if seeing right through his thoughts, Jiang Henian leaned in and asked in a low voice, “Going to find that kid?”

“No, no,” Juezhou shook his head while changing his shoes at the entryway. “How would I dare?”

In his heart, he gnashed his teeth in annoyance, silently complaining that Jiang Henian was too strict.

“It would be best if it is as you say.” Jiang Henian removed the thin-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose and wiped them gently.

His vision became slightly blurred, yet he could still clearly see Juezhou’s excessively beautiful face under the light.

He wasn’t a child anymore.

He suddenly realized that Juezhou had grown up without him noticing. His features had become well-defined, yet he remained pampered with a bad temper; he even moved sluggishly when getting out of bed and needed to be coaxed.

Therefore, he still couldn’t be allowed to date. At least not until he was thirty… no, after thirty-five.

He was still too young; Jiang Henian feared he would be swindled.

The moment he stepped out, Juezhou threw Jiang Henian’s words to the wind and had the driver take him to the university where Xie Wenchen was a student.

He sent a message to Xie Wenchen: [Meet me at the school entrance.]

Xie Wenchen replied five or six minutes later: [I’m at the hospital right now.]

Perhaps feeling his attitude was too perfunctory, he followed up by sending his location.

Juezhou then remembered that Xie Wenchen’s mother was gravely ill. On days when he didn’t have classes, he had to stay at the hospital to care for her. So, Juezhou had the driver change course to the hospital where Mother Xie was staying.

“Wait for me downstairs,” Juezhou instructed, terrified that the driver would turn around and tell Jiang Henian that he was meeting Xie Wenchen.

The hospital elevator was broken today. Fortunately, Mother Xie’s ward was on the third floor; he could reach it by climbing the stairs for a bit.

The corner of the stairwell served as a smoking area. A tall young man was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. The orange glow of the embers flickered, illuminating his brow.

As Juezhou brushed past him, his footsteps suddenly halted. He recognized the man as his old acquaintance, Zhou Chenyu.

The mainstream “Tops” in Jinjiang novels are all exceptionally handsome men, and Zhou Chenyu was no exception.

Standing well over 190cm, he had to look down slightly to see Juezhou, his curled eyelashes casting a small shadow.

The features beneath the veil of smoke were defined in deep, bold lines; the contours of his face were smooth yet sharp, possessing a coldness tempered by a blade’s edge. Yet, a metaphorical peach blossom petal seemed to rest on that blade, breaking the overly sharp handsomeness, while the curve of his pale red lips hinted at a trace of tenderness.

He easily brought to mind a sculpture or a 3D model—everything about him was profound, three-dimensional, and possessed a perfection rarely seen in reality.

He pressed out the cigarette butt and let out an ambiguous chuckle: “Little Young Master.”

Juezhou retorted: “Big Movie Star.”

Due to Juezhou’s deliberate targeting when they were young, the relationship between the two was extremely poor. Every time they met, they would mock each other with “needles hidden in silk.”

“I heard you’ve started playing the ‘sugar baby’ game too?” Zhou Chenyu curled his lip and let out a disdainful laugh.

Juezhou’s heart skipped a beat. He said to the System: 【I didn’t hear that wrong, did I? Why does Zhou Chenyu sound so sour?】

System: 【I think so too. His tone sounds just like the second male lead in that drama your mom was watching today—the one who discovers his girlfriend is cheating.】

This turn of events was within Juezhou’s expectations.

Thinking from another perspective, if the person Juezhou secretly loved was being kept as a sugar baby by Zhou Chenyu, Juezhou wouldn’t just be sour; he would leap at Zhou Chenyu to fight him to the death.

Zhou Chenyu was already being quite restrained by only saying a few sour words.

But had Zhou Chenyu and Xie Wenchen met so soon? Juezhou was a bit puzzled; the plot summary hadn’t specified when they first met.

Juezhou said unhappily, “I also didn’t expect Movie King Zhou to start smoking and develop a love for gossiping behind people’s backs. What bad habits.”

“Why are you here too? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come. What rotten luck.” His mouth chattered away, his speech as fast as a little cannonball.

Zhou Chenyu glanced at him, patted the smell of smoke off his clothes, and pulled on a mask to cover his perfectly shaped nose and mouth.

The two of them walked out of the stairwell one after the other.

On a weekday, there were very few people in the hospital, leaving the corridors empty. As Juezhou passed through, a storage shelf against the wall collapsed without warning.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Chenyu lunged forward, grabbing Juezhou and rolling to the side.

The shirt Juezhou wore today wasn’t tucked into his belt. When Zhou Chenyu pulled him, his hand ended up protecting Juezhou’s waist directly, instantly awakening the sensory organs on Juezhou’s skin.

Items on the shelf tumbled down one by one, and heavy objects crashed onto the spot where Juezhou had been standing moments before.

Zhou Chenyu let out a muffled groan. His elbow had been bruised purple, yet he still shielded Juezhou fiercely.

Upon sensing Juezhou’s struggle, he held him even tighter, his voice leaking through clenched teeth: “Don’t move yet. Your hands are for painting; you can’t get hurt.”

Juezhou immediately went limp, and as he caught the clear scent of sandalwood on Zhou Chenyu, he couldn’t help but panic. His skin hunger syndrome didn’t affect his daily life—usually, a quick touch or a rub through layers of clothing wouldn’t cause any major issues. But if it was like this—

The deeper the contact, the greater the craving.

A continuous touch lasting more than ten seconds.

The light calluses on Zhou Chenyu’s fingertips pressed against the soft flesh of Juezhou’s abdomen, and his lips brushed against Juezhou’s earlobe. He could clearly feel Juezhou’s body temperature rising.

The slender, narrow waist was stained with an ambiguous, faint pink.

Zhou Chenyu adjusted his posture, enduring the pain in his elbow. Just as he was about to get up, Juezhou grabbed his tie.

“Wait…”

A beautiful red flush spread to the corners of Juezhou’s eyes.

Zhou Chenyu looked down at him. “Hmm?”

Juezhou bit his lip hard, desperately trying to suppress his physiological impulses.

A drop of scalding tear flowed from the corner of his eye past his temple. As Zhou Chenyu’s fingertip brushed past that spot, Juezhou’s waist trembled even more violently.

Zhou Chenyu narrowed his eyes slightly, attempting to pull some distance between them.

However, this arrogant little master—who usually loathed others getting close—trembled and clung to him again. His fingers gripped so hard that his knuckles turned pink, holding Zhou Chenyu in a death grip.

His ears turned bright red—a color that invited a kiss.

Zhou Chenyu’s eyes darkened as his fingers tightened around Juezhou’s waist.