Has the Male Supporting Lead Taken Over Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: You Don’t Deserve to Have Him!

As if some seal had been undone, Wei Yinhe had become increasingly restless lately. He sacrificed his nap time to play basketball under the scorching sun. As the little brother, Su Chengguang conscientiously bought two bottles of water and sat obediently under the shade of a tree, waiting for orders.

A group of boys ran to the sinks, washing their faces as if they were washing their hair, their exposed skin sunburnt red. Wei Yinhe bent over and gave his face a simple scrub.

A handkerchief was offered before his eyes.

The owner of the handkerchief wore black-rimmed glasses. With one hand propped on his knee and the other holding the handkerchief, he looked calm, though a few damp strands of hair clung to his temples. “Wipe yourself.”

Li Mingyang, standing nearby, started heckling: “Our Xiao Su is just different—a refined ‘exquisite piggy’ boy!”

Wei Yinhe muttered that it wasn’t necessary. He yanked up his T-shirt, revealing half of his smooth, defined abs, and used the bit of fabric to wipe his wet face twice. He straightened up quickly—so quickly that Su Chengguang didn’t finish counting exactly how many blocks he had.

A shadow fell over him. Wei Yinhe said disparagingly, “How can you be so stupid? Didn’t you think to stay inside the canteen?”

He took the handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Su Chengguang’s forehead. Wei Yinhe’s touch was light, like a feather landing on skin. The handkerchief was saturated with Wei Yinhe’s scent; after the wipe, a large patch of Su Chengguang’s forehead turned red.

Never having seen such a reaction, Wei Yinhe’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong with you? Why is it all red?”

Su Chengguang dazed for a moment, feeling a faint heat radiating from the spot he had been touched. He reached up to touch it, but Wei Yinhe swatted his hand away. “Hands are dirty, don’t touch.”

Attracted by the commotion, He Wuhai leaned in. “What happened?”

“Look, I barely touched him and it turned all red here.”

He Wuhai smacked his lips. “Could it be an allergy?”

“Right, I’m a bit allergic to dust mites.” The playground was indeed dusty, so the excuse passed.

But it wasn’t an allergy; that patch of skin had simply been awakened. It wasn’t just his stomach—Su Chengguang’s entire body could absorb vitality. Fortunately, he was still in human form. Otherwise, his forehead would surely be covered in mouthparts right now, greedily tightening around the food’s body, tearing it apart to consume every last drop of scent.

Therefore, his avoidance of Wei Yinhe was truly for the sake of food safety.

Wei Yinhe didn’t dare touch that spot again. Compared to the way he ravaged his own face like he was scrubbing a floor, he treated Su Chengguang like a piece of precious, fragile porcelain.

The straight-as-an-arrow He Wuhai couldn’t understand: …Is all that really necessary?

During the break.

Su Chengguang put down his pen. He was thirsty. He tilted his head back and gulped down water—chug, chug, chug. He swallowed too quickly, causing water to spill down his chin, over his Adam’s apple, and into his chest. The salty bitterness remained in his throat; thirst gnawed at his esophagus like a woodworm.

The cicadas outside the window were gossiping loudly enough to shatter his heart. Sitting in the middle of the room, he couldn’t feel the AC; he felt like a piece of cooked meat in a pot of hot soup. The water streaks on his body soon evaporated, vanishing into the air.

“So hot.” His voice sounded like a razor blade scraping a blackboard—hoarse and unpleasant.

His desk mate looked over with concern. “Do you have a cold?”

Su Chengguang covered his mouth with one hand and coughed lightly. “No.” His other hand reached into his pocket, gripping the handkerchief that smelled of Wei Yinhe.

Between taking a “hit” of the scent and not, he chose to return the handkerchief to Wei Yinhe. The vitality he absorbed yesterday wasn’t enough. It was simple, really: he and Wei Yinhe were on the same floor. Why not just go find him again?

No sooner said than done. Su Chengguang left the classroom and headed straight for Class 6.

“Student Wei, can I borrow your notes?”

Someone tapped on the desk. A girl with short hair in a school uniform held a pen in her hand. She smiled friendlily. “I’ll buy you milk tea.”

Wei Yinhe, who was slumped on the desk, twitched his eyelids. A sound hummed from his nose: “Do I look like the kind of person who takes notes?”

He sat up, his knees hitting the wooden board of the desk’s interior. The boy’s long limbs were squeezed into the desk and chair, looking somewhat cramped. On the desk lay a math workbook; the contents were cleaner than his face.

The girl retreated in defeat. “Fine, I’ll go find Gu Buwang.”

At the mention of Gu Buwang, Wei Yinhe’s eyes narrowed like a lion spotting prey. “What part don’t you get? I’ll explain it to you.”

The short-haired girl quickly pulled out a paper and slapped it onto his desk, pointing to a derivative problem. Wei Yinhe had done this problem long ago. When explaining, he only focused on the key points and hated being interrupted. A problem with a process longer than an old lady’s foot-bindings was explained by him in just a few minutes.

“Ring, ring, ring~”

Just as class was about to start, the girl happily hugged her scratchpad. Before turning back, she said crisply, “Thanks, Top Student!”

As the perennial Rank 2, Wei Yinhe was also a recognized top student. He was the type of wild card who didn’t review for finals, didn’t listen in class, yet still scored sky-high on exams. In contrast, Gu Buwang sat in the front row like a goody-two-shoes, spending every break studying as if he were a perpetual motion machine for solving problems.

“If Wei Yinhe were more serious, first place would definitely be his.”

“This kid is smart, just lazy. If only he were as steady as Gu Buwang.”

On the surface, Wei Yinhe would cross his legs, looking as leisurely as an old man in a park. “If I were willing to study, I’d overtake Gu Buwang in a heartbeat.”

Wei Yinhe acted like he didn’t care, but in his mind, he was frantically stabbing voodoo dolls. He studied with tutors until midnight every day, using every ounce of strength just to maintain his current grades, yet he still couldn’t surpass Gu Buwang, who never pulled all-nighters. Gu Buwang was “lonely at the top,” but at least Wei Yinhe hadn’t lost.

So when Su Chengguang approached with the same request, Wei Yinhe hesitated for a rare moment. Students were coming and going in the corridor; many stared at Wei Yinhe as he leaned against the doorframe.

Su Chengguang thought he didn’t want to lend them. “What’s wrong? If it’s inconvenient, I can ask someone else.”

Su Chengguang’s gaze swept through the classroom, landing on Gu Buwang in the front row. Gu Buwang looked cold, but he was actually explaining a problem to someone else right now. With so many people surrounding him, it must affect his study time, Su Chengguang thought.

“How could it be?” Wei Yinhe scratched his red hair—he had dyed it back after that incident. “It’s just that my handwriting is a bit messy. I’m afraid you won’t be able to read it. Let me organize it first before I give it to you.”

Under Su Chengguang’s suspicious gaze, which felt like it was seeing right through him, Wei Yinhe’s back stiffened.

“What is it?”

Su Chengguang stared at him intently. “Did you stay up late last night? You look like you’re in poor spirits.”

Wei Yinhe looked away in a panic. “No… only until two or three in the morning, maybe.” The person with panda-eyes looked at the ceiling guiltily. Because of what Gu Buwang had said that night, he had been keeping watch on the headlines. Luckily, it was all just Gu Buwang’s alarmism.

Hateful guy, always trying to mess with my head!

“Oh.” A soft sound, carrying a hint of disappointment.

No wonder the blood quality had dropped significantly; even standing this close didn’t quench Su Chengguang’s thirst. “Stay up if you want.” He wasn’t the guy’s mother, after all; he couldn’t control someone’s nightlife.

His air of compromise was more painful than anger; it felt like a punch to the gut, making Wei Yinhe’s stomach cramp. Driven by the instinct of an abandoned puppy, he wanted to grab Su Chengguang’s shoulder, but Su Chengguang, knowing how strong he was, dodged.

Wei Yinhe could only cling pitifully to the doorframe, his eyes begging for mercy. “I wasn’t staying up to play games, really. I promise, I won’t do it again next time.”

“You’d better not.”

Wei Yinhe was just like that. He couldn’t stand being below Gu Buwang even in game rankings. He’d attend class during the day and play ranked matches at night. When he won, he’d be so excited he’d nearly have a heart attack; once, he was even hauled away by an ambulance in the middle of the night. This was still his dark history, and He Wuhai teased him about it often.

Dazzled by something on Wei Yinhe’s neck, Su Chengguang squinted. “What are you wearing?”

Wei Yinhe’s necklace was quite unique—a faux double chain. One loop was around the collarbone, and a longer one looped around and hung inside his chest.

“The string you gave me was too loose; it kept falling out when I did handstands, so I changed the chain.” Wei Yinhe hooked a finger and pulled out the cylindrical Snow Jade. The small hole at the top was securely fastened to the double-layered chain.

Su Chengguang had no objection. “That’s good then.” He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and held it out between them. “Your thing—better give it back to you.”

To his surprise, Wei Yinhe took it and immediately stuffed it back into Su Chengguang’s pocket. “It’s yours now.”

Knowing Wei Yinhe didn’t like taking things back once given, Su Chengguang didn’t insist. After a few casual words, Su Chengguang left on the pretext of handing in homework.

“That jade has a good color. Is it Kunlun jade?”

Gu Buwang suddenly appeared behind him, eyeing the jade with a look of approval.

Wei Yinhe didn’t understand such things and frowned. “Probably.” He didn’t like others coveting his things, so he quickly tucked the jade back into his shirt and turned to head toward the restroom. His friendship with Gu Buwang was bankrupt; for now, they could only maintain a surface-level harmony.

He didn’t notice the sudden change in Gu Buwang’s expression behind him. Gu Buwang watched his back deeply, his gaze as complex as a circuit diagram.

Wei Yinhe lowered his head to wash his hands. Someone stood behind him; he moved aside to make room at the second sink.

A cold voice rang out above him. “That jade… was it originally on a thin black cord?”

Wei Yinhe looked up. Gu Buwang’s face, which always looked annoyed with him, looked particularly annoying now. Wei Yinhe shook his hands impatiently, splashing water everywhere. “What’s it to you?”

Gu Buwang didn’t dodge the water as if it were a virus. Instead, he stepped forward and snapped his hand onto Wei Yinhe’s arm. His brows were frigid, and his expression was grave. “Think carefully. Who gave you that jade?”

“Fck.” The muscles in Wei Yinhe’s arm bulged; the pain made his veins pop. Why was the guy’s grip so strong? “Someone gave it to me. Can you let go and talk properly?”

Gu Buwang calmed down slightly. “Who?”

Wei Yinhe answered vaguely, “A kid.” For some reason, he didn’t want Su Chengguang to be noticed by Gu Buwang again. The kid was his “brother” alone; he should only be close to him. He looked at his arm—damn, it was already pinched red.

Gu Buwang’s face was pale, his handsome features looking incredibly strained. “Look… is there a character carved at the bottom of the jade cylinder?”

When he was seven, Gu Buwang had given a piece of jade to his savior. Because he had nothing else on him at the time, he gave that jade.

Wei Yinhe was that “kid” back then. The person he hated was the savior who had rescued him—this was more painful than being killed.

Stunned by Gu Buwang’s familiarity with the item, Wei Yinhe became uncharacteristically serious. “How do you know? Have you seen it?” The Snow Jade felt so good that Wei Yinhe had been fiddling with it all night.

The character “焱” was carved at the bottom of the cylinder. Gu Buwang’s childhood name was Gu Yan; because he “lacked fire” in his destiny, his mother had given him a name with three “fire” characters and called him Yan Yan. They used to tease him and call him “Gu Three-Fires.”

Wei Yinhe thought of the child that night who had cared for him so earnestly. Had the boy given him something belonging to Gu Buwang? He was beyond furious and wanted to pull the “kid” out for a confrontation, but the boy truly cared for him. No matter what, between him and Gu Buwang, the one chosen was ultimately him, not Gu Buwang.

In any case, Wei Yinhe was keeping it. The kid gave it to him, so it was his.

Hit by the truth, Gu Buwang’s eyes were red. “I’ll ask you one more time. Is that jade really yours?”

Wei Yinhe licked his back teeth, his gaze like a starving wolf guarding its food. “This jade is mine, of course. If you want one, I can give you a link to buy it.”

There was no link—only a false rejection. Wei Yinhe took out the jade and leisurely examined it. At the bottom was a vigorous, powerful character: 焱.

When Gu Buwang saw the character, his chest heaved violently. He looked as if he were staring at the murderer of his father. “You don’t deserve to have that jade.”

Wei Yinhe’s eyelids dropped suddenly, his face turning terrifyingly dark. “What did you say?”

Gu Buwang said word by word, “It doesn’t belong to you. I will take it back.”

He seemed to be talking about the jade, yet he also seemed to be implying something else. Wei Yinhe rolled up his sleeves and slowly revealed a smile, sharp as a blood-stained sword. “If you can take it, then bring it on.”