I Can’t Keep Being a Scumbag Anymore—What Should I Do? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

Ran Muqiu had been waiting for exactly this. He nodded eagerly.

Feng Qin’s face darkened instantly.

He stared fixedly at Ran Muqiu for several seconds before shoving the equipment into the boy’s arms with a cold sneer. “Like I give a damn.”

It sounded like he was speaking to Ran Muqiu, but also a bit like he was muttering to himself.

The toolkit was heavy, and Ran Muqiu nearly dropped it.

Feng Qin didn’t spare him another glance, striding away toward the base of the mountain. He had long legs and a fast gait; within seconds, he had vanished from sight.

The moment his silhouette disappeared, a ding-dong echoed in Ran Muqiu’s mind.

【Target [Feng Qin]: Heartbreak Value +3!】

Ran Muqiu froze. “!!”

【System!】 Ran Muqiu exclaimed excitedly. 【The Heartbreak Value moved again!】

233: 【Congratulations.】

【So, the Protagonist Gong really is jealous of me?】 Ran Muqiu said. 【His whole face changes the moment I mention Li Zhu’s name.】

【I misjudged the Transmigration Bureau.】 Ran Muqiu felt a twinge of embarrassment, remembering how he’d complained about them being incompetent and giving him a useless “gold finger” earlier. 【The Protagonist Gong is actually way easier to handle than the Protagonist Shou!】

233: 【Mm. Keep up the good work, Host.】

With the mission progressing smoothly, Ran Muqiu felt quite pleased with himself.

In early autumn, the sky turned dark quickly.

After lingering on the mountainside for a while, night had fully descended by the time he returned to the campsite. From a distance, he could see the flickering glow of a fire.

Qin Wei and the others had set up a campfire and were busy eating barbecue and drinking.

When unrefined high school boys gather to drink and chat, the topics are always the same: sports, games, and pretty girls.

As the school bully, Ran Muqiu had been to a few of these gatherings. However, likely because they knew he had a weak stomach, any event Ran Muqiu attended was usually held in clean places—no street stalls, no smoking or drinking allowed—and the post-meal topics remained fairly respectable.

As Ran Muqiu approached, no one noticed him.

The reason was simple: they were enthusiastically forcing someone to drink.

The person being targeted was tall, but sitting with his back slightly arched, he still looked somewhat gaunt.

He tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as spilled beer trickled down both sides of his jaw and disappeared into his neckline.

An entire bottle of beer disappeared in no time.

He was actually just letting them force him.

Ran Muqiu’s footsteps faltered, his brow furrowing slightly.

He knew Li Zhu had never been popular.

The original script’s description of him as a “marginal figure in the class” was no lie, but since arriving in this world, Ran Muqiu had gradually realized that Li Zhu’s social standing was actually worse than he’d thought.

At the very least, in the original script, Li Zhu simply had no presence; only the Scum Bully picked on him.

But now, Ran Muqiu increasingly felt that Qin Wei harbored a much deeper hostility toward Li Zhu, leading the mockery on several occasions.

And the hostility seemed to come out of nowhere.

Seeing the boy finish the bottle, Qin Wei sneered and tossed two more out of the crate toward him. “Impressive. Again?”

Li Zhu lifted his eyelids, casting a toneless glance at him.

He was born with naturally affectionate peach-blossom eyes, but stained with alcohol now, they had turned cold. With his lips pressed flat, a hidden, chilling intensity began to leak out.

It was nothing like the image Qin Wei had of him.

Qin Wei felt a shiver. For some reason, that single look made a certain leg of his throb with phantom pain. But he quickly regained his composure, raising an eyebrow to continue the insults. “What? Not willing? Weren’t you quite the pro just now? You—”

Li Zhu frowned, cutting him off bluntly. “Shut up.”

He lowered his gaze, took the beer, and bit the cap off. Just as he was about to tilt his head back—

His forearm was caught by a hand.

Everyone turned in unison. When they saw it was Ran Muqiu, they froze.

Qin Wei had the strongest reaction.

His face turned a deep, burning red—vividly redder than Li Zhu’s after several beers and his eyes filled with panic, as if he’d been caught in a shameful act.

“Brother Qiu?” he stammered. “When did you get here?”

Ran Muqiu’s expression wasn’t pleasant either. His slender brows were knit, and his small face was taut.

He rarely showed such obvious displeasure. Qin Wei’s sobriety returned instantly as he scrambled to his feet. He didn’t know how much Ran Muqiu had heard and tried to explain incoherently: “No, Brother Qiu, we—”

Ran Muqiu cut him off coldly. “You don’t need to speak. I know everything.”

Qin Wei’s mouth hung open, his voice dying in his throat.

Without a word, Ran Muqiu walked past him to Li Zhu’s side and pulled him up.

He’d analyzed why Qin Wei was so hostile to Li Zhu before.

It was probably because of him.

Because he was such an incompetent School Bully, Qin Wei and the others had automatically stepped in to fill the role he was supposed to play.

But given his status, he couldn’t blatantly break character, so he couldn’t exactly tell Qin Wei he was doing something “wrong.”

Li Zhu looked at the hand Ran Muqiu offered him, his expression flickering with unexpected shock. His peach-blossom eyes were fixed, his emotions difficult to read.

“Let’s go.” Seeing him remain still, Ran Muqiu urged him. “Do you still want to drink?”

Li Zhu stared at his face without blinking and shook his head. “No more.”

Li Zhu had drunk too much, so Ran Muqiu had to support him all the way back to the tent.

The boy looked thin, but he was over six feet tall and had lean muscle; he wasn’t light at all.

The moment the tent flap opened, Li Zhu leaned almost his entire body weight onto him.

Ran Muqiu was already out of strength. His limbs gave way, and they both tumbled onto the bedding together.

Suddenly crushed by a hard, male body, Ran Muqiu was nearly flattened. Tears practically sprang to his eyes as he pressed both hands against the other boy’s chest, trying to push him off. He didn’t move an inch. “Get up first.”

Li Zhu was indeed very drunk. The lucidity he’d maintained by the campfire seemed to have evaporated during the walk back. He let out a low “Mm,” his arm draping heavily across Ran Muqiu’s waist. “Can’t get up.”

Ran Muqiu: “…”

This was the first time Ran Muqiu felt the physical “hardware gap” between himself and the Protagonist Shou so directly—half of Li Zhu’s body was enough to completely pin him down.

And why was the Protagonist Shou’s body so firm?

After a moment of struggling, their clothes were a mess. Li Zhu lowered his head, and his vision was met with a slender neck and a patch of defenseless, fair skin.

Ran Muqiu hadn’t drunk anything, but perhaps because Li Zhu was so intoxicated, his senses were consumed entirely by the person before him. He could only smell a faint, drifting sweetness.

Li Zhu stared at that thin skin for a moment, his throat bobbing, before leaning in without hesitation.

Ran Muqiu dazed for a second, then felt a sudden chill on his chest. When he looked down, tears nearly flew out of his eyes. “What are you biting me for—uuu!”

The sound only made it worse. The person buried in his neck immediately increased the pressure, the sensation shifting from sucking to a light nibble. His canines weren’t held back, and it actually hurt.
At this point, Ran Muqiu truly couldn’t care about his persona. It really hurt, and he really started to cry. But remembering there were other classmates outside, even his crying was hushed—just muffled whimpers in his throat.

His hands were pushing frantically, trying to shove the person away.

After a moment, Li Zhu lifted his head briefly, reaching out to pin both of Ran Muqiu’s hands above his head, rendering him completely immobile.

Ran Muqiu: “…”

Ran Muqiu appealed to the system through tears: 【Why is the Protagonist Shou like this when he’s drunk?】

233: 【Perhaps it is because you have taken over a plot point that originally belonged to the Protagonist Gong and Shou.】

Ran Muqiu had a moment of realization, but it only made him feel more aggrieved.

In the original script, the protagonists were assigned to the same tent. Two boys who hadn’t admitted their feelings yet were like dry tinder and a blazing fire; they had an intense “outdoor play” session right under the School Bully’s nose.

Ran Muqiu hadn’t read that scene carefully, but he remembered it being quite fierce.

But wasn’t the target of this “intensity” wrong right now?

Ran Muqiu said anxiously: 【Can I exchange for a Sleep Spray? I remember it only costs 30 points. Can I get one now?】

【Apologies, Host. It cannot be exchanged at this time. Not due to permission, but because hallucinogenic items cannot be used in a realistic-themed world. We must minimize disruption to the world order.】 233 paused. 【As you know.】

Ran Muqiu knew! He was an experienced traveler!

But this was an emergency!

He wanted to push Li Zhu away and have Feng Qin come over instead, but he wasn’t strong enough and he couldn’t exactly scream for help, could he?

What if someone else came and saw this?

In his current drunken state, Li Zhu probably wouldn’t even realize if they were caught. Not only would there be no Heartbreak Value, but Ran Muqiu would be the only one losing face!

A drunk Li Zhu was truly different from his usual self; he’d become a bit aggressive, and his strength seemed greater than usual.

Seeing Ran Muqiu’s distraction—his eyes unfocused as if he were spacing out—Li Zhu felt dissatisfied. He reached out to pinch the boy’s chin, biting down lightly on his soft lower lip as a punishment. “Why are you drifting off?”

“Huh?” Ran Muqiu snapped back. “I’m not.”

Li Zhu watched him for a few seconds before suddenly letting out a soft chuckle. “Do you know what Qin Wei and the others were saying just now?”

Ran Muqiu grew even more confused, stammering, “N-no.”

His lips were swollen, and the tear tracks hadn’t faded from his large eyes. He looked pathetic and disheveled, with a timid flicker in his gaze, as if he were a little afraid of him.

Ran Muqiu was his sponsor. Even though Li Zhu knew this little “Sugar Daddy” was one way on the surface and another underneath—not nearly as unreasonable as he tried to act—this was the first time he’d seen such a vulnerable side.

Yet it didn’t feel out of place at all.

It felt like this was exactly how he should look.

A cat with soft, white fur is cute when it’s being bossy, but the sight of it welling up with tears and shrinking into a ball after being kissed a little too hard, that was even more enticing.

Li Zhu’s heart stirred again and again.

He wanted to seize this person and keep him in his grip—whether he was crying or laughing and let no one else see him.

“Forget it.” Li Zhu wiped a teardrop from the corner of the boy’s eye and whispered, “You don’t need to know.”

He didn’t elaborate. He lowered his head again, his high nose bridge sliding down the boy’s soft right cheek to rest in the hollow of his neck. His intimacy became a fraction gentler.

“You smell so good, Xiao Qiu.”

Ran Muqiu: “…”

“I—I’ll let you kiss me, okay?” Logic didn’t work on a drunk person, and since he couldn’t fight back, Ran Muqiu had no choice but to soften his voice and try to placate him. At the very least, he had to stop the Protagonist Shou from biting him. If he woke up tomorrow with a neck full of obvious hickeys, he’d never be able to explain it away, not even if he jumped into the Yellow Sea. “But be gentle, okay? And don’t bite. I, I’m really scared of being seen.”

The boy’s voice was filled with grievance, laced with a slight nasal quality from crying. His hands—a size smaller than the other’s—were balled into fists, pressing against the heavy chest looming over him. He was truly terrified.

Li Zhu’s movements paused. “Alright,” he replied.

He traced the boy’s chin with his thumb, his voice low and raspy as he coaxed, “Then open your mouth a little for me?”

The Protagonist Shou’s voice was deep; when he turned on the charm, he sounded genuinely enchanting.

Ran Muqiu’s head spun from the coaxing. He failed to notice the subtle shift in Li Zhu’s tone, nor did he realize that their roles had completely reversed. He didn’t look like a “School Bully Gong” at all, and Li Zhu didn’t look like a pathetic, bullied sugar baby.

He only felt that Li Zhu seemed easy to talk to at the moment. Afraid the boy would change his mind, he hurriedly opened his mouth.

It was a small, ruby-red mouth; even his tongue was pink and soft.

“You have to be really gentle, okay?”

With his mouth open, his words were slurred and indistinct. His little tongue trembled slightly as it peeked out, just as nervous as its owner.

Li Zhu’s breath hitched, his gaze darkening as he leaned in.

The mountain wind was chilly at night.

Feng Qin had spent nearly half the evening at the foot of the mountain, starving himself while he finally worked through a single question.

He really actually liked Ran Muqiu.

He liked a guy who was, frankly, just a bit better looking than most.

A guy who might already have a boyfriend.

After finishing a few cigarettes, he couldn’t bear to stay away. After agonizing for ages, he headed back up the mountain.

He wanted to find a private spot and ask Ran Muqiu himself.

Being a coward wasn’t in Feng Qin’s nature.

What others said wasn’t necessarily true. Qin Wei didn’t look like he had many brain cells, and that day he’d been as drunk as a pig—he could have been saying that stuff just to disgust him.

But the things Ran Muqiu had said earlier, and what he’d seen in that dark alley.

Feng Qin irritably crushed out his cigarette, let out a long breath, and slowly climbed the stone path.

He was tall and strikingly handsome with a defiant edge to his features. Even just walking with his hands in his pockets and his head down, his casual air was magnetic.

Since it wasn’t too late yet, groups of tourists were still coming down the path. A few girls noticed Feng Qin and walked toward him.

One of them, looking shy, started to speak: “Hello—”

Before she could finish the word “Hello.”

Feng Qin: “It’s not.”

The girl: “?”

Feng Qin glanced at her open WeChat QR code. “Because I like a guy.”

The girl: “???”