Has the Male Supporting Lead Taken Over Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Pleasure of a Predator Before Feeding

The ceiling fan spun so fast it looked as if it might fly off.

Su Chengguang pressed his elbow against his test paper, his hand holding the pen moving without pause as he fluidly wrote down the answers.

He was sitting at the teacher’s podium; below him, the classroom was silent. Everyone was buried in their homework, the only sound being the whirring of the wind. Su Chengguang wore his black-rimmed glasses; his pressed lips, upturned nose, and graceful jawline were each perfect when viewed individually, but without the focus on his eyes, he looked ordinary no matter how one stared.

“Su Chengguang, the teacher is calling you to the office.”

A person stood at the classroom door—it was “Babyface.”

The gaze of the entire class swiveled toward him. Su Chengguang asked the class monitor to watch over the discipline and followed Babyface out. As they walked side-by-side in the corridor, Babyface glanced at him laterally, his gaze as direct as a high-beam headlight.

Li Mingyang tried his best to ignore the eyesore of the glasses frames, involuntarily reminiscing about that breathtakingly beautiful face. Once at the dinner table, Su Chengguang had taken off his glasses to wipe the lenses; Li Mingyang had caught a glimpse of his undisguised features, and suddenly everything else had paled into the background. It was as if he had seen a bright red flower blooming on a pitch-black branch.

“You haven’t said why you called me out yet.”

Su Chengguang crossed his arms, his brows slightly furrowed. His paper wasn’t finished, and he didn’t want to waste a second.

Li Mingyang had no choice but to tell the truth. “It’s Brother Wei’s birthday today. Wuhai and the others have all gone; you can’t be the only one who doesn’t show up, right?”

“Besides, I’ve already asked Old Cui for a leave of absence on your behalf.”

Su Chengguang found himself in a dilemma, wavering between doing his homework and offending Wei Yinhe. Finally, he sighed. “Fine. Wait for me to pack up.”

“Wait,” Babyface reached into his backpack. “Here.” He pushed a notebook toward him.

Su Chengguang didn’t take it, refusing firmly: “Sorry, I don’t take commissions to do other people’s homework.”

Babyface, as expected, blew his top. “I’m not asking you to do my homework! Someone asked me to bring you these physics notes!”

Su Chengguang happily accepted them. He flipped open a page for a quick scan. They were handwritten notes—straightforward magnetic field diagrams and formula analyses with clear steps. He had never imagined such a concise method; it made his eyes light up.

“Whose are these?”

Babyface was still grumbling under his breath, something about how “kindness is never rewarded.”

“Gu Buwang. He asked me to bring them to you.”

“Oh, him. Why didn’t he bring them himself?” Su Chengguang’s tone was casual, as if asking in passing.

“He took a leave of absence today. He sent me a text asking me to bring them.” After saying that, Li Mingyang snapped to his senses and abruptly changed the subject. “Are you going or not? Don’t tell me you’re going to finish your homework before you go. Don’t—by the time you’re done, the party will be over.”

“Fine, wait while I pack my bag.” Another late night of homework tonight.

While he was organizing his bag, the System popped up: “Host, how did the Protagonist Uke know your physics was bad?”

Su Chengguang didn’t think much of it. “When I was asking Old Cui about physics problems in the office last time, he was right there. He probably heard us.”

Old Cui’s full name was Cui Qing; she taught both Su Chengguang’s and Gu Buwang’s classes. Thinking that Gu Buwang’s physics grades were excellent, she had said casually at the time: “Xiao Guang, once you get into Class 1, let the top student tutor you.”

He hadn’t expected Gu Buwang to actually take it to heart.

The System marveled: “The Protagonist Uke is actually quite nice. Even on his day off, he’s thinking about helping you.”

Su Chengguang smiled. This was the Protagonist Uke—cold on the surface, but soft-hearted underneath. However, to a bystander like Su Chengguang, this was simply a case of “not wanting to owe anyone a favor.”

He would have done the same for anyone else. It wasn’t anything special.

Watching Su Chengguang’s unhurried figure—completely at ease despite the stares of the entire class as he calmly packed his desk, Li Mingyang’s lip twitched. If it had been the impatient Wuhai here, he would have died of frustration.

Truthfully, Su Chengguang really acted like a big shot. Li Mingyang felt Su Chengguang was quite ungrateful. When asked out to eat, Su Chengguang said he had no money. When asked to go out and play, Su Chengguang said, “Unless you provide door-to-door pick-up and drop-off, I’m not going.”

Wait until he drove the car to Su Chengguang’s front door—he’d have to wait half an hour for Su Chengguang to finish his homework. Then he’d have to face Wei Yinhe’s reprimands: “How can you not even manage to bring one person?”

Li Mingyang felt that he was the lackey, the servant to these two!

When Su Chengguang finally came out, Li Mingyang couldn’t help but say, “Bro, buy a phone.”

Su Chengguang: “Not buying.” The “Little Smart” PHS was so convenient.

Li Mingyang really couldn’t stand that children’s phone. It was always dropping calls and the signal was terrible. His eight-pack abs were practically bulging from suppressed frustration. “Bro, you are my only ‘Big Bro.’ Look at me, acting as a messenger between you and Yinhe every day. I don’t get a cent a month, and I constantly get yelled at by you and Brother Wei. Do you think it’s easy for me?”

Oh.

Su Chengguang had a rare moment of conscience. It was a bit pathetic. They weren’t in the same class, so whenever Wei Yinhe needed something, he looked for Babyface, who then notified Su Chengguang. Back and forth, it was a waste of people and resources.

“Fine, we’ll talk about it another day.”

Su Chengguang had a phone; he just didn’t want to use it. After the time Babyface set him up, he held a serious grudge. Seeing his stubborn attitude, Babyface was nearly fuming.

They went downstairs. Not far away, a black Maybach was parked, its door wide open—the interior was pitch-black, like the lair of a beast.

Su Chengguang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wait!

He hadn’t bought a gift. What was he supposed to give Wei Yinhe in a moment? Just show up empty-handed? Forgetting the Boss’s birthday was not what a competent lackey should do.