Has the Male Supporting Lead Taken Over Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Inside the seventeen-degree classroom, Wei Yinhe was distracted while chatting with friends. He felt a lingering heat in his palm. The warmth remained, as if he could still reconstruct the silhouette and the feverish touch from moments ago.

Wei Yinhe raised an eyebrow. Su Chengguang was a small thing, but he certainly had some weight to him.

Let’s wind back time a little.

“Eat more. I bet you’re not even 1.6 meters tall, are you?”

“I’m still growing! Besides, I’m practically 1.88 meters already.”

It was true. As long as he sucked more of Wei Yinhe’s vitality and supplemented his nutrition, in eighteen years, Su Chengguang would be a handsome beast again! He clenched his fists, feeling proud in the breeze.

Seeing the stubbornness in the boy’s eyes, Wei Yinhe leaned his head on his hand and squinted like a male lion basking in the sun. “Heh.”

He traced the boy’s features with his gaze—the slender, fragile wrists that looked like they’d snap with a twist, and the shoulders and neck that seemed like a miniature version of boys his age. His already small face was hidden under round-rimmed glasses, long lashes brushing against the lenses. His eyes were large and bright, currently filled with the words “I hate you.”

True, no man likes being called short. If anyone said that to Wei Yinhe, he would have thrown a punch long ago.

Su Chengguang stopped looking at him. He lowered his head and began wiping the table with meticulous care. His fingers were even paler and cooler than the tissue—Wei Yinhe was reminded of his grandmother’s mutton-fat jade; even that was likely inferior to Su Chengguang’s hands.

Once finished, Su Chengguang started eating again, not giving Wei Yinhe a single glance from start to finish. The little monster in Wei Yinhe’s heart grew irritable. A fake smile tugged at his lips, dissatisfied with being ignored by his lackey.

He pinched that slightly fleshy chin, forcing those clear eyes to meet his. He held his right hand up, hovering it over the boy’s face. “See? Your face isn’t even as big as my palm.”

The food had no self-awareness, arrogantly fluttering about in front of him. Su Chengguang bared his teeth, making a “rawr” sound as if to bite him. Wei Yinhe had already pulled back, and as a form of retaliation, he gave the boy’s hip a squeeze.

Holy crap! You bastard, you have no sportsmanship!

Su Chengguang had a bit of a psychological cleanliness obsession, he didn’t like being touched or rubbed by people he wasn’t close to. If it were Gu Buwang—that level-ten germaphobe, he would have flipped out on Wei Yinhe on the spot.

Thinking of how Gu Buwang washed his hands until they were red after every duty shift, Su Chengguang glanced at him in the first row. Compared to their side with food and drink, Gu Buwang looked a bit lonely on the other side of the podium. A naturally aloof youth, even his profile was cold.

If Wei Yinhe was the dazzling sun, then Gu Buwang was the mysterious, distant moon. This cold elegance wasn’t off-putting; rather, it was like a popsicle in summer—it stuck to your gaze just as it would stick to your tongue. Like an exquisite product in a shop window, it tempted every passerby to take it home and possess that beauty.

“He isn’t eating. Won’t he be hungry?”

Wei Yinhe snorted. “Let him starve.” He wasn’t about to shamelessly crawl over there.

Su Chengguang smiled. You’re just a tsundere. No wonder you have no wife in the early chapters!

“Then should I give him something to eat?”

“Suit yourself.”

When the Boss says “suit yourself,” it means “yes.”

People are always sensitive to the gaze of others. Gu Buwang lifted his head, his pale lips looking as though half his spirit had been drained. His eyes asked: What?

Su Chengguang grabbed the takeout trash and jogged over to Gu Buwang. “Can I borrow a tissue?”

Gu Buwang lowered the hand that was clutching his stomach. His back was as straight as if he were wearing a posture corrector, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of irritation. An unsmiling face like that usually made people turn back, but Su Chengguang didn’t leave; instead, he urged him on with an expectant gaze, pushing shamelessness to the limit.

After a moment, a pack of tissues was held out. Brief and to the point: “Take one.”

After taking it, Su Chengguang dug into his pocket and dropped a handful of candies in front of Gu Buwang with a rustle. “Thank you. Have some candy.” Adding this to the water from before, they were even.

Not far away, Wei Yinhe lay on the desk playing with his phone, appearing entirely uninterested in their interaction. Gu Buwang looked at the pile of candy, the cellophane wrappers as brilliant as a kaleidoscope. One tissue exchanged for a handful of candy—he was being treated like a child. His mood felt like “Pop Rocks” candy, unable to settle for a long time.

The door clicked shut behind him. The protests from his stomach grew louder, threatening a full-scale riot. He took a bite of the cabbage, and the spiciness nearly made him break his cold facade. Cough, cough.

Suppressing the urge to cough, his gaze followed that retreating figure.

In the following classroom lunches, Su Chengguang didn’t see the top student again, but he didn’t particularly care.

Nighttime. The time for the seniors’ night run.

Su Chengguang followed the crowd downstairs but saw someone unexpected. Gu Buwang had his hands in his pockets, walking alone in the opposite direction. The youth’s back was straight, like a stalk of green bamboo that would rather break than bend.

A flicker of amusement crossed Su Chengguang’s eyes. In this pitch-black night, surely Gu Buwang wasn’t going to the little woods to take a leak?

“Xiao Su!”

He was a bit dazed when he was called out by He Wuhai. He Wuhai was Wei Yinhe’s childhood friend; his words carried nearly the same weight as Wei Yinhe’s. The men’s restroom door was wide open. He Wuhai leaned against the tiles with a cigarette between his fingers. With his buzz cut and dark skin, his gaze was full of pressure.

The classmate next to Su Chengguang said uneasily, “Are you okay, Chengguang? They look like delinquents.”

“It’s fine, they’re my good friends. You guys go ahead.”

Having to bring someone to the bathroom so secretly made He Wuhai a bit speechless. “Xiao Su, Yinhe said to check your messages.”

“Ah? Okay.”

His childhood friend was willful and awkward, always making him bother Xiao Su; he felt quite embarrassed too. Su Chengguang clasped his hands behind his back and leaned in to peek at the phone. “What did he say?”

Turning off the screen, Su Chengguang smiled. “I’m going to find him now.”

“Then I’ll call in absent for you two.”

“No need, they don’t take attendance for the night run.” It was so dark that a few missing heads wouldn’t be noticed.

After saying goodbye to He Wuhai, Su Chengguang ran straight toward the school gate. The roadside lights were dim; Su Chengguang suspected it wouldn’t even be surprising to bump heads with someone.

Running into Gu Buwang was something Su Chengguang hadn’t expected. Hearing footsteps, the youth standing by the security fence turned around warily. Seeing it wasn’t the security guard, he quickly turned back.

“You’re here too.”

Su Chengguang asked what he had bought. A voice message was sent, and the other side replied almost instantly.

Wei Yinhe: “Spicy stir-fried crayfish.”

“Preserved egg and lean pork porridge.”

Su Chengguang was surprised that Gu Buwang actually deigned to answer him.

Su Chengguang: “Ah?”

Wei Yinhe: “I’m cutting fat lately. You eat it.”

He nodded and fanned himself. “Eating something light at night is good for the stomach.” Unlike a certain someone, having greasy and spicy food so late. But he quickly became happy. He could eat crayfish in a bit!

They soon found their takeout on the hooks. Suddenly, a series of crisp clattering sounds rang out. A man’s voice, rough and irritable, shouted: “Who’s over there?!”

Su Chengguang froze for a second but reacted quickly. He grabbed the dazed Gu Buwang and lowered his voice. “Go.”

Behind them, the heavy footsteps of a man approached, carrying a meter-long baton and shouting in a coarse accent: “Stand still! Which class are you from?”

The two ran fast, stepping over the sharp, resilient tips of the grass. The scent of crushed grass and sunlight hit their noses. Fireflies in the bushes flew up like dandelion seeds, dancing in white light. They ran through the deserted teaching area, jackets pulled straight by the wind.

The sound of heavy breathing and rushing wind filled their ears. Gu Buwang thought this was too crazy. He wasn’t sure if he had stepped on cat poop, but their palms were pressed together, their breaths intertwining. At such a close distance, he felt as if he could hear the other’s heartbeat.

For the first time, his cleanliness obsession didn’t scream.

The clattering stopped. Under the streetlights, the two youths dragged their feet into a pavilion. Su Chengguang’s breathing was a bit messy, but his constitution from working in the fields as a child allowed him to recover quickly. Gu Buwang, however, was panting hard. He supported himself against a stone table, his cheeks flushed. His cold eyes looked at Su Chengguang like a spring lake—exhausted.

Gu Buwang forced himself to look away, unwilling to let go of the held hand, and said dryly: “Thank you for just now.”

“You’re welcome.” Su Chengguang naturally let go of his hand, but his palm was inexplicably brushed by the other’s cool fingertips. He looked away, glancing behind. “It’s safe. The ‘Keychain Uncle’ didn’t follow.”

Watching Su Chengguang’s face silently, Gu Buwang suppressed the emptiness rising within him. He coughed lightly to suppress the itch in his fingertips and suddenly leaned closer to Su Chengguang’s ear: “What ‘Keychain Uncle’?”

“The guard just now. He had a huge bunch of keys hanging from his waist; he clattered whenever he walked.”

Su Chengguang gave him a sly smile, his eyes behind the round glasses looking like those of a clever little animal. Thinking of how this person had just pulled him along, running like a pair of “fugitive lovers” in the night, a sense of lightness surged up—like the thrill of an escape from childhood.

Gu Buwang’s brow relaxed, and a faint smile bloomed on his lips, as delicate as a water lily. If the Gu family butler were here, he would surely exclaim, “The young master is smiling so happily, that’s wonderful.”

Gu Buwang had been taken back to the Gu family at twelve, the same year he lost his mother. That woman, who loved wearing dresses, leapt from a rooftop, her beautiful face becoming a crushed tomato. She had lost her love, so she jumped with the intent to die. Gu Buwang was mature for his age and habitually hid all emotions. He rarely cried, and even more rarely smiled. Even Wei Yinhe had never seen him smile, yet Su Chengguang was oblivious.

The “straight man” opened the bag and lined up the food containers. “Want some?” Since Wei Yinhe bought it, it didn’t cost a dime.

Gu Buwang shook his head and sat opposite him. The moonlight fell into his eyes, making him look like an immortal about to turn into a crane and fly away. Unlike the explosive Wei Yinhe, perhaps due to his experiences, the Protagonist Uke possessed a maturity and restraint not belonging to his age.

The sound of a fountain came from the distance, and Su Chengguang’s phone lit up.

Wei Yinhe: “Did you get it? How is it? Do you like it?”

Su Chengguang: “Accepting with thanks.”

He had run for so long; he was going to reward himself handsomely this time by eating all the spicy crayfish!

Opposite him, Gu Buwang’s school uniform jacket was perfectly neat, unlike Su Chengguang, who had long since bared his arms to stay cool. The youth ate elegantly—not like he was drinking porridge, but as if he were sitting in a French restaurant eating foie gras and drinking red wine. Su Chengguang grumbled inwardly; Gu Buwang could probably make drinking water look like art. D*mmit, he was only a little more handsome than him. Once he sucked enough vitality and grew up, he’d definitely be even more handsome and taller than both of them!!!

Su Chengguang: “No one steals takeout at our school, but people do steal other things.”

Gu Buwang: “Stole what? Did your things get stolen too?”

Su Chengguang stared: “Just small things. I put them nicely in my desk, but an eraser goes missing once a week, and used scratch paper disappears too.”

A smile floated in Gu Buwang’s eyes. “Did you tell the teacher?” He continued, “You should lock your valuables in the locker, otherwise once they’re lost, you can never get them back.” His voice was low, the last trail of sound vanishing into the air.

“Brother Wei said I could transfer to their class, but I refused. I’m going to test my way in fairly!”

“He’s right. Our class has cameras; maybe switching classes will help.”

Gu Buwang’s pupils were very dark, like a foul, muddy rainy night. Meeting his gaze gave one the feeling of being tangled in something uncomfortable. Chengguang quietly loosened his belt. Gu Buwang’s emotions were strange, but he was half of the main couple. It was normal for his mood to fluctuate when the “CP” was mentioned.

996 suddenly piped up: “Light-bro, hurry and ask him what happened between him and Wei Yinhe while his mood index is high.” Chengguang chewed on the crayfish meat, feeling as though his gums were frozen by Gu Buwang’s cold aura.

This was good mood? “Why ask that?” With his current favorability, he definitely couldn’t pry Gu Buwang’s mouth open.

The system’s AI voice became shrill, gossipy as a raccoon in a melon patch: “It wasn’t in the outline! I’m dying of curiosity; I really want to know what happened between them.” Knowing the system’s gossipy nature, Chengguang agreed: “Fine.”

Su Chengguang was almost done eating. He took off his gloves and started with a topic the other might be interested in. “Has anyone said you look like ‘The Little Prince’?”

Gu Buwang didn’t speak, but his powerful eyes stared straight at him. The system watched the Protagonist Uke’s mood soar: “Whoa, it’s working! Light-bro, how did you know he likes ‘The Little Prince’?”

“I guessed. There’s an English version of ‘The Little Prince’ on his desk. Top students like to challenge themselves with high difficulty.”

Unfortunately, Gu Buwang’s psychological defenses were too high. “Did something happen between you and Wei Yinhe?”

“I hate him. Other than that, it’s private and I’m sorry I can’t tell you. I can say this: if Wei Yinhe says he’s willing to tell others, then come find me, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Su Chengguang was stunned. “Okay.”

Gu Buwang glanced at his collar. Under the loose shirt, the view of his chest was entirely exposed. “Do you have jade?”

“Jade?” Su Chengguang didn’t understand. Original-host, did you have that? He thought carefully. “No, rare things like that only Wei Yinhe has.”

Wei Yinhe had a string of jade beads on his hand. Although the material was unclear, given his expensive clothes, it wouldn’t be cheap. At the mention of Wei Yinhe, as if he were something filthy, Gu Buwang’s face filled with disgust.

Chengguang: Crap, now I’m even more curious.

They were both finished and preparing to throw away the trash when Su Chengguang unexpectedly found a can of beer. He cracked it open, the icy chill transmitting through his palm. He habitually held it to the person beside him. “Drink?”

Gu Buwang covered his nose and pulled away. “No.”

Such a big reaction? Could it be that Gu Buwang hated the smell of alcohol? Su Chengguang didn’t mind and tilted his head back, chugging it down—it perfectly offset the spiciness of the crayfish.

Afraid he might misunderstand, Gu Buwang explained, “I’m allergic to alcohol.” Recalling the past, he looked worried. “When I was little, I got hurt and used some alcohol to wipe it; I went straight into shock and ended up in the hospital.”

Su Chengguang nodded, his gaze concerned. “Then that’s too serious. You must abstain from alcohol.”

The shadows by the road twisted wildly like midnight demons. Su Chengguang: “Can you smell the malt aroma?”

Gu Buwang: “What?”

“The store sent rice beer. It seems to have fermented; it smells like rice before it ripens,” Su Chengguang said troubledly.

Gu Buwang was speechless but entertained by the banter. His constitution was good, so he didn’t notice the wind blowing against his bare skin was as cold as a knife’s edge.