Everyone Loves the Villainous Scumbag [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

“Does it hurt to move your hand like that?” Luo Jianghe said, gently squeezing Yu Wuyang’s palm.

Since the system mentioned that Yu Wuyang already had a favorable impression of him, he assumed that this level of physical contact would not be unwelcome. If mutual touch could further increase those favorability points, that would be even better.

Yu Wuyang looked at Luo Jianghe, who was still leaning against the desk, and nodded. “The wound is small. It stopped hurting a long time ago.”

Besides, he had nothing else to do. When alone with Luo Jianghe, he always worried about exposing his feelings. Folding paper, at least, gave him something to hide behind.

Feeling the warmth radiating from Luo Jianghe’s hand, Yu Wuyang’s heart raced. He feared he might lose control; the urge to lean closer, to kiss Luo Jianghe’s hand, was becoming harder to suppress.

However, the look in Luo Jianghe’s eyes was clear, showing no trace of desire beyond friendship. Therefore, he did not dare to cross the line. He already knew, without needing to search online, the weight of public opinion regarding homosexuality in this era. The mere thought that Luo Jianghe might hate him for it made his heart ache.

Luo Jianghe nodded but did not let go. Instead, he gently rubbed the band-aid on Yu Wuyang’s hand with the pad of his index finger. The classroom was quiet and warm, and the atmosphere between them grew slightly ambiguous.

Luo Jianghe remained silent, and Yu Wuyang followed suit. He vaguely sensed that Luo Jianghe might not be entirely indifferent to him, but he was too afraid to speak. Between the two of them, Luo Jianghe held absolute control.

In the midst of this lingering ambiguity, the sound of girls laughing drifted in from outside. Luo Jianghe glanced toward the window. Then, without a word, he released his grip and resumed his nap.

Yu Wuyang’s eyes dimmed, feeling a profound sense of regret. If only that tension could have lasted a little longer. Even if it were a layer of paper that could never be broken, the mere existence of that connection would have been enough to make him happy.

Luo Jianghe, who had done this intentionally, still harbored a final shred of “humanity.”

‘System, is it really okay for me to toy with him like this?’

[It is fine. The more pain you cause Yu Wuyang now, the more happiness the main ‘gong’ can provide him in the future.]

‘But this pain is actually meaningless, isn’t it? For Yu Wuyang himself, there is no benefit; it will only be a painful memory.’

[I agree with your view, Host. Suffering has no inherent meaning in life; it is just suffering, and there is no value in romanticizing it. However, you must understand that we are in a novel. Everyone here exists to revolve around the protagonist. In fiction, the protagonist’s pain provides stimulation for the readers. The tone of this novel is bitterness followed by sweetness. I understand you do not want to be the villain. It is normal. You are not a natural scumbag; you are just playing a role. Please understand this.]

[Furthermore, even if you refuse to play the villain, the world order must be maintained, and I would still need a host. If it is not you hurting Yu Wuyang, it will be someone else. Please stop feeling uncomfortable. If you become too immersed, it will hinder your ability to leave this illusory world and return to reality.]

Hearing this, Luo Jianghe gritted his teeth, determined to cut off his sympathy for Yu Wuyang. 017 was right. If it were not him, it would be someone else. Since this was a world of fiction, everyone—whether a protagonist or a side character—was nothing more than an NPC. People in a novel were not real human beings to him. Yu Wuyang was just a fantasy created by an author. How could he take something illusory so seriously?

In the evening, after self-study ended.

As a group leader, Yu Wuyang was responsible for collecting homework every morning. The class representative would remind the leaders the next day to submit the consolidated assignments to the teacher for grading. Many students found this tedious and preferred to hand in their notebooks immediately after finishing their work during evening self-study. Once the leader verified the count, they would deliver them to the teacher’s office.

Since Yu Wuyang’s entire group had finished their work, he headed to the office after class. As third-year students, their evening self-study was automatically extended by half an hour.

Luo Jianghe originally planned to wait for Yu Wuyang in the classroom, but since it was time for cleaning and most people had left, his presence at his desk felt intrusive. Consequently, he carried both his and Yu Wuyang’s backpacks and decided to wait outside the office.

Not many teachers remained. The one on duty happened to be their homeroom teacher. Standing outside, Luo Jianghe saw Yu Wuyang talking to the teacher. He did not interrupt, choosing to wait at the door. The teacher’s desk was right by the entrance. Although they spoke at a normal volume, Luo Jianghe could still hear fragments of their conversation, which formed complete sentences in his mind.

“This will not work. When the school goes on winter break, the dormitory supervisor will leave as well. It is almost the New Year, and it is simply not safe for you to be the only person left on campus in the dead of winter. If anything happened to you, the school would be held responsible. Even if I agreed to let you stay, the application would not be approved by the administration.”

“Wuyang, I know your family situation. Is it inconvenient for you to live with your uncle and aunt right now? I can call to discuss this with them. They are your guardians, after all. They have more right to look after you than the school does. Do they even know you want to stay on campus for the winter break?”

Yu Wuyang was silent for a moment before speaking. “They are going abroad for the Spring Festival this year. Staying at home or at school is the same for me.”

While Luo Jianghe was listening, a tall figure suddenly stepped out of the office, blocking his light. Luo Jianghe shifted his gaze from the hallway to his side. He saw a boy, half a head taller than him, standing there with an indifferent expression. Long eyelashes cast shadows over his eyes, and beneath the straight bridge of his nose were thin, expressionless lips. He was cold—a genuine, unpretentious coldness that radiated from within.

“Fu Chen,” Luo Jianghe whispered the name.

Fu Chen glanced at him indifferently, his hand lightly pulling the office door shut. The light that had been partially blocked was now completely cut off. In the shadows, Fu Chen’s features appeared even more defined. Luo Jianghe could not help but think of the common novel description: “a profile carved like marble.” There was no better way to describe Fu Chen’s current appearance. His height and the good physique hinted at beneath his school uniform certainly complemented such a handsome, sharp face.

Luo Jianghe knew him because he was the powerful “Second Gong” of this novel. He was the only one who had been part of Yu Wuyang’s past but had not yet fallen for him at this stage.

According to the novel, Fu Chen was in the same school but a different class during high school. He was somewhat aware that Yu Wuyang was being bullied, but due to his cold nature, he never offered a helping hand. Later, he would witness many of Yu Wuyang’s heartbreaks, including hearing people call Yu Wuyang a “disgusting gay” with his own ears.

Fu Chen’s family background and grades far exceeded those of the original host, Luo Jianghe. He would encounter the shou again during graduate school when they became neighbors on the same floor. By then, the shou was already entangled with the First Gong. After developing feelings for the shou, Fu Chen would accept an invitation to a dating reality show, engage in various flirtations with the shou, and eventually win his heart.

During high school, Fu Chen likely felt a bit of sympathy and liking for Yu Wuyang, but these feelings were not strong. At most, they were just a favorable impression. Thus, while he knew Yu Wuyang was quite pitiful, he never considered helping him. Fu Chen did not appear much in the early parts of the novel, but he was undoubtedly a charismatic person. With the combined traits of high intelligence, rationality, good looks, and a height of 188cm, even Luo Jianghe felt a bit of admiration for him. He admitted he was drawn to strength; most people are, to some extent.

Fu Chen was not surprised that Luo Jianghe knew his name. Since he held the “top student” persona, people might not remember those ranked second through tenth, but they almost certainly knew who was ranked first in the entire school.

Standing next to Luo Jianghe, Fu Chen glanced at him and sized him up. This scrutiny stemmed from his interest in Yu Wuyang. In Fu Chen’s eyes, Luo Jianghe was currently just the person who treated Yu Wuyang like a follower.

Luo Jianghe was a good student in the eyes of teachers and a good classmate in the eyes of students. Although Fu Chen was indifferent to many things, it did not mean he was disconnected from school news. The way classmates looked at him and the discussions behind his back let him know he had been labeled as a “school hunk.” In high school, those with good looks and good grades were always discussed together. He had heard Luo Jianghe’s name and knew he was the other “school hunk” on campus.

He was indeed good-looking. Aside from his exquisite features, Luo Jianghe’s skin appeared as flawless as white jade even in the shadows. His slender build and a neck that looked like it could be snapped with one hand made him appear both handsome and fragile. He truly lived up to the title of school hunk. It was no wonder the seemingly timid Yu Wuyang loved to cling to him. Naturally, anyone would want to be near such a beautiful person.

Fu Chen had no reason to linger at the office door. After sizing up Luo Jianghe, he walked away. However, from that moment on, he had a deep impression of the person known as Luo Jianghe.

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