Everyone Loves the Villainous Scumbag [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Seeing that Luo Jianghe had misunderstood, Yu Wuyang shook his head in a panic and explained haltingly, “No, it looks very good.”

“Does it?” Luo Jianghe squinted and smiled.

Yu Wuyang nodded his head vigorously.

“It looks good. The curls look soft, like sheep’s wool.”

In his real life, Luo Jianghe was already twenty-five years old. Having returned to high school, he was effectively seven or eight years older than Yu Wuyang. Consequently, whenever Luo Jianghe looked at Yu Wuyang, he always carried the perspective of an adult looking at a child. Seeing a younger brother figure blush at him and call him handsome made his mood quite pleasant.

“Want to try touching it?” Unrelated to any strategy, he simply wanted to tease the boy out of a personal whim. He lowered his head and leaned in close to Yu Wuyang, waiting for him to reach out.

Luo Jianghe stood nearly 1.8 meters tall. Boys tend to grow slower; in reality, he was 1.82 meters, which was actually quite rare among a crowd of guys. Yu Wuyang appeared a few centimeters shorter, roughly 1.75 meters, about one or two inches below him.

When a tall guy like Luo Jianghe lowered himself to ask for a head pat, it was quite charming.

Looking at the fluffy head leaning toward him, Yu Wuyang held his breath, not even daring to move too heavily. He deeply cherished this hard-won friendship. He was afraid that if a breeze blew, the scene before him would scatter like a dream.

In truth, Yu Wuyang was not born timid; it was just that his parents had passed away two years prior. Living under someone else’s roof at a relative’s house, he had developed the habit of constantly reading people’s expressions. Deep down, he wanted to become someone like Luo Jianghe, yet he also feared him. It was not a fear that Luo Jianghe was a bad person, but a fear that after getting close, he would be loathed and abandoned once again.

After making contact with Luo Jianghe, he was cautious every single second. However, that caution shattered the moment Luo Jianghe bent down, leaned in, and gave him a bright, sideways smile. Perhaps he did not have to be so careful. Perhaps he could be bold enough to joke around with a friend?

With that thought, Yu Wuyang reached out and lightly tapped Luo Jianghe’s fluffy curls. Though the hair was curled, it was not coarse; instead, it was soft, like fine silk. The light brown curls shimmered under the streetlights, and the hair was so smooth it glowed.

Yu Wuyang only ruffled it for a moment before letting his hand drop. Luo Jianghe took the opportunity to lift his head, asking Yu Wuyang with a smile, “How does it feel?”

Infected by the mood, Yu Wuyang also offered a faint smile. “Very good.”

Watching Yu Wuyang smile, Luo Jianghe was not consciously thinking about the other being his capture target. Instead, he viewed Yu Wuyang more as a younger brother. In real life, he had a younger sister around the same age. Because she was much younger, Luo Jianghe was something of a doting brother. Now that he had transmigrated and could not see his sister, he naturally shifted some of that affection onto Yu Wuyang.

He could not resist reaching out to rub Yu Wuyang’s head as well. “Let’s joke around like this from now on. Do not feel like there is a distance between us. Feel free to greet me whenever you want and ask me to grab a meal.”

In the winter night, Yu Wuyang breathed in the cold wind blowing from all directions, but Luo Jianghe’s words, carried by that wind into his ears, made him feel warm.

“Mm.” He nodded gently, smiling shyly as usual.

To Luo Jianghe, Yu Wuyang was indeed quite pitiable. In the novel, Yu Wuyang’s parents died early, and since junior high, he had lived under the roof of an uncle who disliked him. After entering high school, he finally found an excuse in his senior year to move into the dormitory. He originally thought he would have more freedom during this time, but then he encountered the original Luo Jianghe. He experienced only a few months of sweetness before being scumbagged, followed by a long period of painful living.

It was not until after university that Yu Wuyang completely left his uncle and aunt, achieving total financial independence from his relatives. Because of his good looks, even though he was not an arts student, he was spotted by a talent scout. He entered the entertainment industry, and after overcoming numerous difficulties, he began a happy life with his husbands.

To avoid overshadowing the original protagonist, the early characterization of the original Luo Jianghe was not emphasized much. It was only known that he toyed with the protagonist, successfully turning him from straight to gay before refusing to take responsibility, leaving him to be known by everyone at school as a homosexual, and one with a bad reputation at that.

Later, after Yu Wuyang successfully entered the entertainment industry, the original host, driven by a desire for profit, shamelessly hinted at a close relationship with Yu Wuyang during a live stream, casting another shadow over Yu Wuyang’s life. It could be said that the character of Luo Jianghe existed solely to create misfortune for Yu Wuyang.

Knowing all this, the current Luo Jianghe began trying to brainwash himself. While smiling kindly at Yu Wuyang on the surface, he was constantly warning himself internally that he was only here to complete a mission. Yu Wuyang would have a happy life after enduring these hardships, so there was no need to feel guilty; he would just follow the mission.

After dinner, the two went to evening self-study together. Through this daily interaction, it took only one or two months for Luo Jianghe and Yu Wuyang to become completely familiar with each other.

Winter break started in January that year. As high school seniors, they only had a few days off for the Spring Festival; the rest of the time was required for off-campus tutoring. The time and location of the tutoring were decided internally and were not held at the school. As the break approached, Luo Jianghe could clearly feel Yu Wuyang’s unease.

During today’s lunch break, the two other roommates were in the classroom, leaving only Luo Jianghe and Yu Wuyang in the dorm. After finishing lunch, Luo Jianghe took a nap in bed. After Yu Wuyang went out to take a phone call, he returned to the room and sat quietly reading a book.

Yu Wuyang was curled up at the desk, hands resting on his lap, his right fingernails picking at his left index finger. Previously, he had been picking at his thumb, but a layer of skin had been torn off, and it was currently covered with a band-aid.

The phone on the desk vibrated. Yu Wuyang glanced at the screen, picked up the phone, and walked out of the dormitory. Luo Jianghe, sleeping soundly on the bed, was not woken up.

Although Luo Jianghe was here to follow the plot, he still had to maintain the appearance of studying. Fortunately, his exam answers were provided by 017. The original host had good grades and was destined for the journalism industry, so the answers 017 prepared allowed him to get high scores in almost every subject.

In the novel, it was mentioned in passing that the original host’s family went bankrupt. Luo Jianghe would suddenly fall from the heights of a rich second generation to the dust, then start live streaming. Because of his good looks, although he did not become extremely wealthy, he had no worries about food or clothing. The novel said the original host was blinded by greed, which led to his ugly behavior of shamelessly leeching off Yu Wuyang’s popularity.

Senior year coursework was heavy. Evening self-study ended at 9:00 PM, and lights went out at 11:00 PM; everyone usually went to bed at that time. The studious ones woke up at 5:30 AM, while the lazier ones got up at 6:00 AM to wash up. Luo Jianghe belonged to the extremely lazy category, not getting up until 6:30 AM.

They only had a day or two on weekends to sleep in, and even then, it was only about eight or nine hours. Everyone was sleep-deprived, averaging only seven hours of sleep a day, and that was a generous estimate. Even though Luo Jianghe already slept more than the others, he still could not help but feel drowsy. Thus, he would take a nap every day at noon, and he was quite particular about it. While others would at most nap face-down on their desks, Luo Jianghe insisted on taking off his coat and lying in bed, calling it being attached to his bed.

When Yu Wuyang returned from his phone call, Luo Jianghe was still sleeping. He moved quietly back to his seat and rested his head on the desk for less than ten minutes. Calculating that the time was about right, he rubbed his eyes, stood up, and climbed onto Luo Jianghe’s bed.

At this moment, Luo Jianghe was still fast asleep. He was sleeping soundly, his hair messy, eyes closed tight, mouth slightly agape, and his breathing was rhythmic, causing his hand resting on his stomach to rise and fall. Perhaps because the blanket was so warm, his cheeks were flushed red.

The two had been hanging out for a while and had gradually adjusted to each other’s personalities, developing a sense of tacit understanding in many things. For instance, without Luo Jianghe needing to remind him, Yu Wuyang knew to take the initiative to wake him up.

But having climbed to the head of the bed, Yu Wuyang suddenly did not want to wake Luo Jianghe so quickly. To avoid being late, he usually left a buffer of about five minutes. Now, Yu Wuyang suddenly felt like using up those extra five minutes.

Yu Wuyang held onto the bed rail with one hand to steady himself. His other hand slowly approached Luo Jianghe’s face. With a slight flick of his fingertips, he brushed away a few strands of hair blocking Luo Jianghe’s eyes. Luo Jianghe’s flawless face was now fully revealed before him.

Whether he was possessed or just caught in a moment, after brushing away the stray hairs on Luo Jianghe’s forehead, Yu Wuyang did not stop. Instead, quite greedily, he moved his hand down an inch. His fingertips moved lightly, touching the bridge of Luo Jianghe’s nose, then continuing downward to touch his lips.

Luo Jianghe’s lips were always rosy, quite different from Yu Wuyang’s pale ones. The slightly upturned corners of his mouth gave off a gentle feeling. Combined with his classic phoenix eyes, his features reached a sort of peak; his beauty was almost demonic.

The soft lips were warmer than any other skin on his face. The warm breath puffed against Yu Wuyang’s thumb, making him tremble slightly. Yet, he was still reluctant to let go, even pushing his luck further.

His thumb traced over Luo Jianghe’s lips, pressing down gently. Then, that clean hand naturally slipped into Luo Jianghe’s mouth. Mucous membranes, especially someone else’s, should have normally disgusted him. However, since it was Luo Jianghe’s, he seemed to actually enjoy it.

Moist saliva clung to his finger. Luo Jianghe’s mouth was slightly open, allowing him to cautiously touch Luo Jianghe’s tongue with his finger. At that single touch, the soft sensation caused him to shudder. For a moment, Yu Wuyang’s breathing could not help but grow heavy.

Luo Jianghe, in his sleep, let out a soft moan. Triggered by the sound, Yu Wuyang trembled twice more in succession.

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