Has the Male Supporting Lead Taken Over Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Supporting Male Just Wants to Eat

Cicadas, warm breezes, and ice cubes.

The outside world felt like a searing wok filled with boiling oil.

Su Chengguang wiped a palmful of sweat from his brow, revealing a full forehead. A pair of perfect peach-blossom eyes were hidden behind a pair of dowdy, black-rimmed glasses. He seemed entirely unbothered by the 45°C (113°F) heat of Mist City.

This was because he was busy acting as a lackey for the Protagonist Seme. Every time he ran errands, the change was his to keep. With an hourly rate of 150 yuan, rounding up to a monthly salary of seven thousand, it was a pretty sweet gig.

He offered a soft smile, reminiscent of a plant that thrives in the sun.

Standing before a vending machine, he searched through the colorful array of drinks for the ginger water he needed. The blue light from the machine reflected off his glasses, making his expression look earnest yet clumsy.

He was completely oblivious to the person behind him. A long shadow fell across the ground; someone had been waiting patiently for him to finish his purchase.

Su Chengguang scanned the rows, his misty eyes blinking. Just as he finally found it—and just as the person behind him was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he began pulling a stack of small change from his pocket, feeding the bills into the machine one by one.

Tch. Sigh…

Gu Buwang felt as if the sun outside was hot enough to melt the screws right off an air conditioning unit. A faint irritation rose within him, but he suppressed it, his brows knitting slightly.

He was being impatient.

“What do you want?”

A cold, clear voice suddenly rang out from behind, interrupting Su Chengguang’s movements.

Su Chengguang turned around blankly, meeting a pair of eyes as cold as ice and snow. He tilted his head with a small “Ah.”

This person…!

His long lashes couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes, fluttering like butterfly wings. In that moment of eye contact, he realized who this was: the Protagonist Uke.

The person before him was very tall. Due to the height difference, the way he looked down with lowered eyelids gave off an air of disdain. But those who knew him understood this was his typical way of showing concern.

Gu Buwang sighed, his tone surprisingly gentle. “This is too slow. What do you want?”

His dark eyes were focused and inclusive, giving off a kind impression, but Su Chengguang knew this was just an illusion created by a beauty filter. Wasn’t Gu Buwang supposed to treat everyone in school like they were invisible? Why was he paying attention to him?

Also, the Protagonist Uke wasn’t supposed to speak to him in this episode!

Confused, Su Chengguang glanced at the other’s smartphone and politely ignored it. “I want to buy ginger water.” He was a “good boy,” and good boys didn’t use phones at school.

Su Chengguang watched as Gu Buwang used his long, slender fingers to light up the black phone and skillfully swipe it against the machine.

Clatter. Two bottles rolled out.

As Gu Buwang leaned down, Su Chengguang caught the scent of lavender laundry detergent. In his daze, a bottle was shoved into his hand, the icy sensation creeping up his wrist.

Oh, so he really was just being too slow and wasting Gu Buwang’s time.

He called out to the retreating Gu Buwang. Facing that habitually glacial face, he offered a shy, polite smile. “Thank you. Should I pay you back?”

Gu Buwang lifted his gaze to look at him. When he opened his golden mouth, it was to give it away for free.

“No need.”

Then, he walked away without looking back.

Su Chengguang stood there holding the ice-cold water, watching the boy in white and black disappear into the stairwell flooded with white light. Truly a guy like a white crane—top grades, and even if he were an ordinary person, plenty of girls would like him. It was just that he was too cold, like a block of ice that would never melt.

Tree shadows fell across Su Chengguang’s neck like a ring of olive-green patterns. He suddenly chuckled.

Being friends with him must be very cooling.

Thinking of the person upstairs, he didn’t dare make Wei Yinhe wait any longer. As he ran up the stairs and passed Gu Buwang, he clearly saw the other move to the right, opening up a distance wide enough to fit the Pacific Ocean.

He didn’t mind. After all, this Highland Flower treated everyone like this, as if he wanted to put himself in a glass jar to separate himself from the rest of the world.

The moment he entered the classroom, Su Chengguang felt his hair stand on end from the chill. It wasn’t just the AC; it was Wei Yinhe standing at the podium.

Wei Yinhe was handsome, with deep eye sockets and sharp features that made his gaze seem aggressive. His hair stood up arrogantly, wild and flamboyant like a wolf king of the grasslands. Yet, he was still young, with a lingering aura of clear innocence—the kind of youth who would be distracted by a stray cat on a rainy day.

Meeting those eyes which were as hot as the 35°C (95°F) sun outside, felt like being hit by a scorching beam of light. Su Chengguang’s heart skipped a beat; he lowered his lashes to avoid the gaze.

Seeing him enter, Wei Yinhe, who was playing music at the podium, leaned his elbows on the desk. A silver cross slipped from his collar. His perfect, statue-like shoulders filled out his shirt, the thin fabric barely containing the firm lines of his back muscles.

In stark contrast to his appearance was his scent.

As if welcoming his arrival, a scent of strawberry ice cream mixed with snow rushed into his nose. Wei Yinhe smelled delicious, radiating a sweet fragrance like a giant ice cream cone constantly saying, “Come eat me, come eat me.”

Su Chengguang knew this was essentially the scent of blood. The fact that he could smell it meant Wei Yinhe was high-quality food. Fearing the danger of being too close, Su Chengguang placed the ginger water on the desk and walked straight to his seat.

With flushed cheeks and clenched fists at his sides, his walking posture was incredibly refined.

He doesn’t even dare look at me. This lackey is actually quite pure, Wei Yinhe thought.

Wei Yinhe twisted the cap. It moved so smoothly it felt like it hadn’t been sealed properly. Clearly, Su Chengguang had already loosened it for him. A flicker of something crossed his eyes, followed by a faint smile.

His large, veined hand gripped the bottle. He tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and finished the water in no time.

Su Chengguang glanced at him. Wei Yinhe tossed the bottle into the trash with a long swing of his arm. He still loved ginger water that much.

Wei Yinhe smacked his lips and approached him, throwing an arm around Su Chengguang like a close brother. His voice fell over him like a shadow. “Why are you just getting here? I’m starving.”

Su Chengguang was taking takeout out of his backpack. Feeling the hot temperature on his shoulder, he stiffened his neck and tried to get used to the touch. “Sorry.”

Actually, he wasn’t late. It only took him fifteen minutes to go from the classroom to the school gate and back. Compared to the crowd fighting for food in the cafeteria, he was practically a god. He apologized smoothly, mostly because he was too lazy to explain.

Wei Yinhe was stunned. He had just said it casually; he didn’t expect Su Chengguang to react like this. So soft—no wonder he got bullied.

Slipping away from Wei Yinhe’s arm, Su Chengguang sat in the front row and began picking out the cilantro without any change in expression. Inside, he was grumbling.

Wei Yinhe seemed to love physical contact. Su Chengguang was straight, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t have ulterior motives toward Wei Yinhe…

The boy in front was slender, with a thin neck and narrow shoulders, looking as if he would break with the slightest pressure. Wei Yinhe rubbed his fingertips together. The cool sensation evaporated, leaving behind a strange lingering warmth.

How can someone’s sweat even smell good?

He grumbled inwardly as he returned to the seat next to Su Chengguang, leaning back against the rear desk like a lord waiting to be fed. After playing on his phone for a bit, “Lord Wei” seemed to remember something. He put his legs down and leaned toward Su Chengguang, his eyes concerned. “I remember you’re a freshman?”

Seeing how small he was, Wei Yinhe naturally assumed he was a junior. Su Chengguang didn’t expect him to remember his class. He shifted his seat to the left to create some distance. “I’m in Class 8, Senior Year.”

But he wouldn’t be for long. He would test his way to the front and promote himself into the same class as the two protagonists.

“Are those people still bullying you?” Wei Yinhe’s arm brushed against his elbow, the silver cross at his collar gleaming coldly.

Su Chengguang nearly choked on the oil. Tempted by the food, his heart rate accelerated and his face turned red. Under the gaze of the food, he kept his voice steady. “No.”

Wei Yinhe stared at the crown of his head for a moment, deciding those people wouldn’t dare do it anymore, then buried his head in his bowl. Though he looked like a delinquent, he still had a sense of justice.

“By the way, thirty yuan for two portions of Malatang. I’ll pay you back in a bit.” Su Chengguang slowly dug into his pocket.

Wei Yinhe didn’t take money back once it was given. “No need. I never take small change.”

So, Su Chengguang accepted it with a clear conscience. Being Wei Yinhe’s lackey had its perks; the guy was generous. A single errand could net him several hundred yuan. He had saved up quite a bit lately.

Su Chengguang’s good mood faltered the moment Gu Buwang walked in.

The guy stood against the light like a deity from the heavens; it seemed everything beautiful was associated with him. If this person belonged to him, he would be very happy. This happiness had nothing to do with romance—in his eyes, Wei Yinhe and Gu Buwang were just beautiful toys.

Unfortunately, this person carried a bitter scent.

Tastes bad.

If Wei Yinhe was fast-food junk food, Gu Buwang was unpalatable nutritional food. Every time he was around Gu Buwang, he felt like a picky eater who wanted to look away.

He stretched his back and leaned against the rear desk, looking back at Wei Yinhe. Wei Yinhe’s profile was peerlessly handsome, staring blankly at a crack on the desk as Gu Buwang walked past gracefully, seemingly bringing a cold, fresh breeze with him.

Look, the two were still in a cold war. Arrogant as Wei Yinhe was, he couldn’t bring himself to act like nothing happened to suck up. In his view, that was a bit simp-ish.

Gu Buwang was even less likely to pay him any mind. Not long ago, he had called Wei Yinhe an “idiot.” As a top scholar who prided himself on good breeding, showing anger was his greatest lapse in decorum; he wished he could put a whole planet between himself and Wei Yinhe.

Su Chengguang just felt their relationship was truly great. Look, when they have a conflict, the whole world knows—isn’t this the arch-nemesis dynamic that’s so popular online right now?

However, he wouldn’t give up his goal: get close to the protagonist pair, eat well, and grow up tall. He licked his lips and said dryly, “Brother Wei, I accidentally added cilantro for you. Sorry.”

This successfully shifted Wei Yinhe’s attention. Su Chengguang didn’t dare look him in the eye, staring instead at the silver chain on his neck, afraid he might show some unusual look. To others, this appearance seemed as soft as a lamb.

In Wei Yinhe’s eyes, Su Chengguang was very ordinary. The boy sat in the front row, habitually bowing his head, his long bangs obscuring his eyes. Usually, he looked like he couldn’t lift his head, like a shadow hiding in a school uniform. Because he hadn’t received verbal forgiveness, the boy looked as if he was about to be crushed by his mistake—humble and pitiful.

It was a strange feeling. It felt as if he had become a deity to someone—life and death, heaven or hell, all depended on his word.

Wei Yinhe was at that edgy teen age; he had a natural kindness toward the weak because it made him feel cool. He curled his lips, a golden light in his eyes. He didn’t care at all that Su Chengguang had started huffing down his own bowl of food while picking through the cilantro, completely ignoring him. “It’s fine. Give it to me, I’m starving.”

Su Chengguang had finished picking out the cilantro. When he handed the Malatang to Wei Yinhe, he had even snapped the disposable chopsticks for him. He was just short of feeding him.

Wei Yinhe felt it shouldn’t be like this, yet he felt entirely at ease. After all, he came from a good family and was used to being catered to. It was impossible to expect him to be profoundly grateful, but being taken care of by Su Chengguang felt amazing. He bet the guy even squeezed the toothpaste for his roommates.

Finally, Wei Yinhe stopped him and pointed to a container in the bag. “One portion won’t fill you up, right? Eat this one too.”

Su Chengguang’s eyes widened. Under his lenses, his peach-blossom eyes were moist and pure, filled with blunt confusion. “Wasn’t this for your friend?”

Wei Yinhe paused. “What friend?”

“Gu Buwang.”

Hearing this, Wei Yinhe scoffed. “Don’t mind him. I said it’s for you, so it’s for you.”

I thought the Protagonist Seme bought it for the Protagonist Uke. Where is the ‘harsh-tongued but soft-hearted Seme’ from the outline? Something feels weird.

Su Chengguang hesitated but eventually took the takeout and sat down. Thinking of the “Love Bento” his sister made for him in his backpack—a box full of broccoli and cabbage with no oil, only overflowing hydration and love, his stomach began to ache.

Because he was a vampire, he had a massive appetite, but he didn’t absorb nutrients well. The more he ate, the hungrier he got. His sister thought this was unhealthy, so she made him “weight-loss bentos” that were so vegetarian he was turning into a cow. Wei Yinhe had seen it once before and frowned without saying anything.

Who knows what he imagined, but today he had shoved two portions of food onto him. Even cool guys had their cute side.

Su Chengguang didn’t realize that his misunderstanding of the two protagonists’ good friendship would later be violently overturned. But for now, he was happy.

With the AC blowing cold air above and swallowing the smooth duck blood, Su Chengguang squinted his eyes, a soft, cat-like smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t need to eat, but human food really was delicious.

Malatang was truly the god of gods!

The whole room was filled with the aroma of spicy oil.

Gu Buwang endured the protests of his stomach, tearing out a page from his mistake workbook—meaning he had completely mastered a difficult problem. Looking up, the clock on the wall told him: it was too late to eat.

He always lost himself in his work; it was common for him to finish a set of problems only to find it was dark out. Previously, Wei Yinhe would remind him, but now…

He lifted his eyes and met Wei Yinhe’s gaze. The other turned away as if stung, his lips—red from eating, pressed into a thin line, like a clearly defined border.

He heard the boy’s voice: “Brother Wei, the cilantro meatballs are so yummy!”

Wei Yinhe: “I still have some here. Want them?”

Like winning a mystery box, the boy became excitedly lively without any shyness, his voice chirping, “Can I? Thank you, Brother Wei!”

If Wei Yinhe’s friends were here, they would be shocked. The lion-like Wei Yinhe didn’t have a cleanliness obsession, but he had a strong sense of territoriality. He protected his things like a male lion protecting its kill—touch it and you die. Yet, the rabbit-like Su Chengguang not only touched it but was wagging his tail at the entrance, testing the lion’s boundaries bit by bit, waiting for the lion to approach and walk into the rabbit’s soft trap.

Wei Yinhe didn’t think much of it. Thinking it was inconvenient for Su Chengguang to reach, he picked up a meatball with his chopsticks and fed it directly into Su Chengguang’s mouth.

Being in close proximity to the food, Su Chengguang felt the scent of blood rush in. The more he inhaled, the better it smelled. He was so tempted his eyes went blank and his head felt dizzy; he ate whatever Wei Yinhe fed him.

Chew, chew. His cheeks puffed out, too busy to refuse, like a silly squirrel.

Outside the window, the clouds were as soft as animal fur. Golden sunlight danced on green leaves, refracting through the glass into a golden haze. A lingering English song swirled around them:

“Like Hephaestion, who died, Alexander’s lover…”

No one knew what the boy said, but Wei Yinhe let out a laugh. After laughing, Wei Yinhe casually reached out and gave the boy’s hip a squeeze.

The boy was so startled he dropped his chopsticks. His long lashes fluttered behind his glasses, and his face turned as red as a cherry.

Under this scene, Gu Buwang narrowed his long, thin eyes. The two were so sticky that anyone who didn’t know better would think a little couple was dating in the classroom.

He shifted his jaw, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth. He had unconsciously bitten his tongue, breaking the skin.

Tch. He should go eat, too.

Su Chengguang was very sensitive to the gazes of others. He looked back and met Gu Buwang’s eyes from across the room. Despite the ice-cold face that even an AI couldn’t read, Su Chengguang felt that he was angry.

Well, that made sense. Gu Buwang had been in this classroom the whole time. Looking at the clock, it was too late to queue for food, so he must be hungry.

However, the Protagonist Seme hadn’t followed the cool guy script of giving the food to the Protagonist Uke, but gave it to him—someone he’d only known for a week. Was this logical?

He pulled another container from his backpack—a portion of food given to him by a restaurant owner because no one claimed it. Under Wei Yinhe’s teasing, he gave this portion of stir-fried cabbage, celery, and pork liver to the Protagonist Uke.

Gu Buwang accepted it, but he only ate the cabbage and didn’t touch the rest. Su Chengguang’s eyes flickered.

After they finished eating, Wei Yinhe tucked his hands in his pockets to go chat with his brothers. Su Chengguang had to return to his class and took the trash with him. However, Gu Buwang refused to let him take his trash and instead silently followed behind him.

As the two went downstairs to throw away the trash, they passed an empty classroom on the second floor. A row of desks and chairs were stacked in the corridor, and looking through the window, the classroom inside was dark and quiet. Su Chengguang was engrossed in the view, letting Gu Buwang walk ahead.

“Su Chengguang.”

Su Chengguang was trailing behind when the black-haired top student suddenly turned around and called his name. The student wore a white top worth tens of thousands and tailored black pants. He turned around to reveal a clean face.

Su Chengguang liked “clean” food. No, the Scholarly Deity isn’t food, he added in his heart.

“Is something the matter?”

“Thank you.” The Scholarly Deity’s voice was also clear and cold, his pronunciation crisp like the sound of jade pendants clashing.

Su Chengguang realized what he meant. “Oh, please don’t be polite. The money was Wei Yinhe’s; I was just ‘borrowing the flowers to offer to the Buddha.'”

“No, it was you. If it were him, he wouldn’t care if I lived or died,” the top student said lowly. The last part was so quiet Su Chengguang didn’t hear it.

They added each other’s contact information and saved their names. Su Chengguang tucked his old-school phone into his pocket and looked up; a pair of eyes as lively as a fawn’s stared straight at him.

The Scholarly Deity’s voice was as silent as a forest, his gaze earnest and sincere, showing no sign of disdain: “If you have any questions, you can come find me. You can also ask me online. I’ll finish a set of problems every night; once I’m done, I’ll get back to you.”

He was the publicly acknowledged “Ice-cold Scholarly Deity” whom countless people admired and wanted to surpass.

Su Chengguang gave a forced laugh. There was one question he really wanted to know. For example, how to elegantly tell the Scholarly Deity that he wanted to eat him.