Cannon Fodder And The Protagonist Are A Perfect Match [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

In truth, there is a specific group of people who get drunk the moment they touch alcohol. Some even flush deep red just from eating a single piece of liquor-filled chocolate.

Xie Jin was one such person, and Yu Yan was even more susceptible.

In his memory, when Xie Jin turned eighteen, he tried to mimic scenes from television dramas by drowning his sorrows. He bought a bottle of 53-percent proof grain liquor, took a single sip, and immediately blacked out.

He was not unconscious now, but he was getting close.

After one glass of alcohol, Yu Yan felt his cheeks burning and his head spinning. The images around him began to recede into the distance, leaving only the voices near his ears sharp and clear. He heard Jin Fei clearly asking him how he felt.

Slowly and sluggishly, he thought, I feel great. It is like I am running a marathon through the clouds.

The only problem was that his throat felt dry.

Thinking this, he reached out for a water glass nearby, but his aim was off. His fingers brushed the air, and he grasped at nothing. Seeing this, Jin Fei could not help but let out a laugh. The laughter escaping his throat was bright and pure, breaking the awkward, frozen atmosphere in the private booth. With a dark expression, Song Ze led the girl to sit diagonally opposite Jin Fei.

Ignoring Song Ze’s piercing gaze, Jin Fei reached for the glass that Yu Yan had missed. The pale blue liquid inside the glass was clear and translucent, shimmering with a beautiful luster under the neon lights. Jin Fei knew perfectly well that this was an alcoholic beverage, but he took it anyway, coaxing and deceiving Yu Yan into drinking it.

The more Yu Yan drank, the dizzier he became, until finally, he blacked out completely and slumped onto the sofa.

Watching Jin Fei feed the man water as if he were soothing a child, Song Ze felt a complex mix of emotions. In an instant, anger, resentment, and a streak of bitterness exploded in his heart. He desperately wanted to know if Jin Fei was just acting or if he had truly moved on and fallen in love with someone else.

Thus, when someone asked what game they should play, he suggested without hesitation, “Let us play Truth or Dare. It is rare for everyone to be together like this.”

The group looked hesitant at first, but after seeing Jin Fei nod, they brightened up and cheerfully brought out the specialized Truth or Dare cards. The rules were simple: the winner asks the loser a question. The loser can choose to answer or not. Choosing not to answer results in a Dare. If they do answer but the vote does not pass, they still have to face a Dare.

After several failed attempts, Song Ze finally got his wish to question Jin Fei. His question was, “Do you really like Xie Jin?”

While his beloved lay in a drunken sleep, Jin Fei finally dared to openly acknowledge his feelings. “Yes,” he replied.

Just as the crowd, trembling with nerves, prepared to start the next round, Song Ze slammed his cards onto the table with a scowl and said coldly, “I do not believe you. You failed.”

Jin Fei laughed in exasperation. “The vote passed. I do not care what you think.”

The two were at each other’s throats, the tension ready to snap. Seeing this, someone cautiously suggested, “How about this, Brother Jin? Give your boyfriend a kiss, then Brother Song will definitely believe you.”

The others chimed in with their agreement, though their eyes were fixed on Song Ze. Knowing this was a way for everyone to save face, Song Ze could only bite the bullet and agree.

Driven into a corner, Jin Fei subconsciously looked at Yu Yan, who was leaning back on the sofa in a deep sleep. The young man, dressed in a plain black shirt, leaned against the wine-red leather sofa. His calm, sleeping face resembled a serene Ancient Greek statue.

Jin Fei, a devout worshiper, lightly stroked the side of the statue’s face. In a voice as soft as a breath that only the two of them could hear, he murmured, “I will count to three. If you do not say anything, I will take it as your consent. One. Two. Three.”

No one answered. As expected.

He gently removed the young man’s glasses. His thumb, carrying the faint scent of alcohol, slowly climbed onto the boy’s deep red, thin lips. Then, pressing his thumb against those lips, he leaned down and planted a kiss as light as a feather upon his own thumb. It was over in a flash.

Even that fleeting moment of closeness was enough to make his heart race and his ears turn crimson. No more words were needed because everyone understood. This was not a fake couple, and it was not an act of spite. Jin Fei was truly and genuinely in love with this young man who, aside from his physique, appeared unremarkable on the surface.

Song Ze’s heart grew cold. Jin Fei had no intention of staying any longer. Using the excuse of taking care of a drunkard, he hurriedly left the party he had originally joined just to show off.

The heavy wooden door of the private room swung shut, and the noise faded away. The clean, brightly lit corridor was eerily silent. In a silence so deep you could hear a pin drop, Jin Fei could clearly hear the steady stream of malice rising from the depths of his heart.

This place belonged to his older brother, and he had a private room of his own here. Bringing someone there to rest now was perfectly reasonable. Just as the scales in his heart were about to tip, a voice as cold as tempered ice suddenly rang out.

“Have you held my person long enough?”

Jin Fei looked toward the source of the voice. With just one glance, he was certain that the young man before him, who looked like a vengeful spirit, was Xu Yansheng. Even though he had heard countless people describe Xu Yansheng as a bright, handsome, and pure youth, a rival’s sixth sense told him that there are no angels in love, only demons full of private desires.

While he was dazed, the demon’s voice rang out again. “If you have held him long enough, it is time to give him back to me.”

Jin Fei gave a bitter smile. Without even a struggle, he submissively handed Yu Yan over. Because Xu Yansheng was right, Xie Jin belonged to him. Jin Fei was merely a pitiful ghost stealing a glance at someone else’s happiness through a glass display window. To have stolen even a moment of time was enough for him.

But Xu Yansheng was not satisfied. He wanted Yu Yan to only ever look at him. Other relatives or friends were unnecessary. He did not need a single one of them.

Perhaps his gaze was too dark and sinister, for the driver who had watched him grow up felt a sudden wave of panic. After much deliberation, the trembling middle-aged man gathered his courage and asked, “If the Madam asks about tonight’s dashcam footage?”

“Just tell the truth,” Xu Yansheng replied.

His voice was biting, like the cold wind in the storm outside the car window. As it reached the driver’s ears, it also seeped into Yu Yan’s absurd dream. In the dream, dark clouds pressed down and lightning flashed. He was a victim of a storm at sea where a massive ship sank to the ocean floor in an instant. Shattered pieces of wood, fueled by the power of the whirlpool, became lethal weapons to throttle those who fell overboard.

Yu Yan was both lucky and unlucky. He was at the center of the vortex. There was no violent tearing, yet he was being pulled inch by inch into the unfathomable depths by the roaring seawater. In the face of nature’s fury, human strength is insignificant, like an ant trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a carriage.

As his consciousness began to fade, Yu Yan felt a soft, sticky tentacle quietly wind around his waist. The movement was gentle, as if the slightest bit of force would snap him in half. Using the last of his strength to open his eyes, he saw a terrifying monster covered in tentacles.

But for Yu Yan, this was already familiar because this monster was a frequent guest in his dreams. In an era where everyone spoke of monsters with fear, he was the child the monster had saved and the sole survivor of a shipwreck that had claimed ten thousand lives.

However, this dream seemed a bit different from the usual ones. The monster’s true form, which used to keep its distance, was slowly approaching him until it transformed into Xu Yansheng.

Yu Yan jolted awake in a shock. Daylight was just beginning to break. The first thing that met his eyes was not the empty ceiling of Xie Jin’s house, but an exquisitely crafted crystal chandelier.

Yu Yan subconsciously tried to sit up, but he felt a restraint around his waist. He looked down to see an arm wrapped in deep blue silk pajamas. Perhaps because of his movement, the owner of the arm furrowed his brow slightly and let out a soft moan as he prepared to wake.

Looking at Xu Yansheng’s peaceful sleeping face, Yu Yan’s brain momentarily stalled, but his body made the choice for him. He lay back down, settling into Xu Yansheng’s embrace. But it was too late. He looked straight into a pair of eyes the color of colored glaze.

An awkward atmosphere hung in the air until it was broken by a firm hug. Feeling the warmth in his arms, Yu Yan’s mind went blank, wondering if this was a recurring dream. But the raspy voice in his ear was clear.

Xu Yansheng said, “Promise me you will not see that boy from last night again, okay?”

It was like a kitten’s coquettish plea, stirring Yu Yan’s emotions uncontrollably. At a distance where their breaths could mingle, Xu Yansheng immediately noticed the change in Yu Yan. Instead of backing away, he pressed forward, continuing to nuzzle against Yu Yan’s ear.

Yu Yan’s throat moved, and his voice was incredibly hoarse when he spoke. “Okay.”

Satisfied, Xu Yansheng planted a rewarding kiss on Yu Yan’s cheek. Yu Yan froze, his blood boiling even more. But the person who had just teased him had already stood up. With his back turned, he said heartlessly, “It is Monday. We need to get up for school.”

Yu Yan was speechless. He swore this was the first time in his life he hated going to school.

In the bathroom, Yu Yan learned from Xu Yansheng what had happened the previous night. He had gotten drunk, and his phone would not go through. It was not until someone else answered that Xu Yansheng found out where he was. He had braved the rain all night to pick him up, bathed him, and given him medicine to sober him up.

But Yu Yan had no memory of any of this. Looking at the dozen pages of missed calls on his phone, Yu Yan felt incredibly guilty, and beneath the guilt, a hint of shyness. From now on, he would definitely stay away from alcohol as it was nothing but trouble.

During his reflection, the doorbell rang. Since Xu Yansheng was busy looking for a spare school uniform for him, Yu Yan went to answer the door. Outside stood a middle-aged woman carrying a lunchbox. She was clearly surprised to see Yu Yan and even stepped back outside to check the room number. Once she confirmed it, she walked in, looking quite lost.

The two of them sat in the living room, staring at each other. When Xu Yansheng walked out of the bedroom and saw this, he could not help but laugh, though he quickly grew nervous because he had told Yu Yan that the housekeeper was on leave.

Noticing Xu Yansheng’s odd behavior, Yu Yan smiled to ease the tension. “Looks like I will not have to bring you breakfast anymore.”

The woman looked dazed, her mouth opening as if to say something, but Xu Yansheng quickly stuffed the school uniform into Yu Yan’s hands and pushed him into the bedroom. Hearing the crisp sound of the door closing behind him, Yu Yan chuckled. When he finished changing and came back out, the woman was indeed gone.

Although Xu Yansheng felt a slight regret over losing the breakfast made with love from Yu Yan, that regret vanished the moment he saw the name tag on Yu Yan’s chest. It was his own name tag. It felt as though everything was exactly as it should be. Xie Jin was his.

Yu Yan did not notice Xu Yansheng’s strange gaze. He was still trying to remember where his glasses had gone. Hearing Yu Yan’s confusion, Xu Yansheng was also taken aback. When he had met Yu Yan the night before, the boy had not been wearing glasses. As for where the glasses had gone, the answer was obvious.

Jin Fei looked at the glasses in his hand, wondering what kind of excuse he should use to return them to Yu Yan. But when he saw Yu Yan at school, he put the glasses back in his pocket because they were no longer needed. A pair of beautiful, thin-framed silver glasses now rested on the bridge of Yu Yan’s high nose. They were completely different from the old pair.