I Can’t Keep Being a Scumbag Anymore—What Should I Do? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 17

The two stood facing each other.

Feng Qin was over half a head taller than Ran Muqiu, and at this moment, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, while the lines of the other half were sharp and hard. He was expressionless, his thin lips pressed into a line, looking grim and somewhat terrifying.

Ran Muqiu looked up at him, and before long, his neck began to feel a bit sore.

He had realized that the men in this small world were each taller than the last. The Protagonist Gong was tall, the Protagonist Shou was tall, and even the Shou’s “simps” were tall.

He was the only short one.

Ran Muqiu suddenly didn’t want to look at him anymore. He pouted, dropped his head, and reached up to rub his neck.

Before he could give it two rubs, his wrist was suddenly seized. Ran Muqiu had no choice but to look up at him again.

“I asked you a question. Why aren’t you talking? Are you a mute again?”

Feng Qin’s tone was far from polite, and his face was menacing. Ran Muqiu had just been caught red-handed by Lu Min and threatened with a call to his parents; he hadn’t fully recovered from that shock, and facing the Protagonist Gong now, he still felt a lingering trace of cowardice.

Thus, he didn’t dare speak immediately, and instead quietly sized Feng Qin up.

The boy reeked of smoke and alcohol, but his eyes looked clear enough—bright and dark, not like someone who was wasted. Ran Muqiu felt a slight sense of relief. After all, the way the Protagonist Shou had acted while drunk had truly terrified him; he was a bit afraid that this “couple” shared the same trait of being bad drunks.

Ran Muqiu took a deep breath and shook off Feng Qin’s hand. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand a single word.”

Having said that, he tried to leave. He had come here to find Li Zhu; how did he end up getting blocked by two other people in a row?

Ran Muqiu’s stance—his obvious refusal to stay for a single second longer instantly incensed Feng Qin. He grabbed Ran Muqiu’s arm again.

This time, he didn’t hold back his strength at all. His palm was large, easily encircling the entire slender arm in his grip, shackling him tightly.

Ran Muqiu felt a sharp pain from the squeeze and furrowed his delicate brows.

“You don’t understand?” Feng Qin’s gaze swept over the boy’s face, finally lingering briefly on his lips. “I asked you: does your boyfriend know you’re at a bar fooling around with men?”

Because he was unhappy, the boy’s mouth was slightly pouted, gilded with a honeyed glow by the dim light—soft and plump.

He looked very kissable.

Earlier, while Feng Qin was behind the door, he had seen that tall man pin Ran Muqiu in the corner. The man was dressed in a suit, looking refined and upright, yet his eyes hadn’t left Ran Muqiu’s face for a second. They had been so close that in his current position, one only needed to lean down to kiss him.

But that man hadn’t kissed him in the end; he had only reached out with restraint to pat Ran Muqiu’s head. And yet, Ran Muqiu hadn’t pushed him away. He had stood there obediently, letting the man pat him, his face flushed red as he looked at the other with shyness. There wasn’t a hint of the impatience he usually showed toward Feng Qin.

Feng Qin’s eyes darkened as he silently ground his teeth.

He couldn’t quite explain what he was thinking. He thought Ran Muqiu was fickle—hooking Li Zhu at school, leading Qin Wei on, and now entangling himself with other men outside. He was keeping a whole pack of dogs.

Yet, for some reason, his current mood wasn’t as miserable as he had imagined. At least, it wasn’t nearly as painful as that night on Mount Mo when he had stumbled upon the scene in the tent. In fact, upon discovering Ran Muqiu leaning against that man, he felt an inexplicable excitement and surge of energy.

He wanted—he was desperate to find more evidence of Ran Muqiu’s “fickleness” to convict him. It was as if by doing so, his own one-sided obsession with someone else’s boyfriend wouldn’t be such a transgression.

Ran Muqiu: “?” Ran Muqiu was baffled by Feng Qin’s words.

It took him a moment to realize what Feng Qin meant.

Feng Qin actually thought he and Teacher Lu were “fooling around”? Is the Protagonist Gong’s brain broken?

After a dazed moment, Ran Muqiu thought it through and realized it was a somewhat plausible misunderstanding. Lu Min had only started working two months ago, and after teaching two classes, he had returned to his own university, only coming back today. He wasn’t a familiar face at school yet. Feng Qin had happened to take leave these past few days and wasn’t at school, so he didn’t know Lu Min was a teacher. He certainly didn’t know that Lu Min was simply acting out of professional habit, lecturing a “wayward youth.”

But why conclude he was “fooling around” even if Teacher Lu was handsome and a popular character in the original script, you can’t just spread rumors about anyone standing next to him.

And what was the deal with “boyfriend”? Was he referring to the Protagonist Shou?

The Protagonist Gong’s train of thought was far too convoluted. Ran Muqiu remained bewildered for a long time, too lazy to explain much. He simply pursed his lips and denied it: “He’s not my boyfriend, there’s nothing between us. Stop talking nonsense.”

It was just a “sponsorship” that couldn’t be made public, after all.

“Nothing between you?” Feng Qin chewed on those words for a moment and let out a laugh, though the mirth didn’t reach his eyes at all. “Ran Muqiu, don’t you think you’re a bit of a scumbag?”

“Me? A scumbag?”

The pressure on his wrist suddenly intensified. Ran Muqiu flinched from the pain and instinctively looked up, meeting the boy’s cold gaze. Quickly, he realized Feng Qin was referring to that night in the tent.

Ran Muqiu fell silent instantly.

Oh, right. The Protagonist Gong likely saw everything that night. From Feng Qin’s perspective, the story was probably that Ran Muqiu had forcibly had his way with Li Zhu, yet here he was pulling and pushing with a handsome stranger, all while denying his relationship with Li Zhu.

It did sound quite like the behavior of a heartless “scum gong” who abandons people after use.

Being a “scum gong” for the first time and having it pointed out so sharply, Ran Muqiu felt quite guilty. He struggled internally for a while, bit his lip, and couldn’t help but whisper, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

With no one around, Ran Muqiu’s natural timidity took over. He was a bit afraid the Protagonist Gong might take it upon himself to teach this “scum gong” a lesson, so he couldn’t resist defending himself slightly.

“Besides, besides, Li Zhu was willing that night.” His voice was soft, and his fingers unconsciously picked at the wall. “I didn’t force him.”

Of course he didn’t! It was the Protagonist Shou who had pounced on him; he just didn’t have the strength to push him away. But Ran Muqiu felt that telling the whole truth would be a bit embarrassing.

Feng Qin’s pupils constricted.

The boy’s head was lowered and his voice was small; just like usual, even when he was angry, it sounded like he was acting spoiled. But right now, the words coming out of his mouth were not pleasant at all.

Sensing that the person in front of him hadn’t spoken for a long time, Ran Muqiu felt uneasy. He looked up to peek at Feng Qin, only to find the other man’s face devoid of expression. Only those deep black eyes were locked onto him, looking as though a storm was brewing within them.

Feng Qin had a handsome yet cynical face. Usually, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked a bit rogueish. But when his expression darkened and the smile vanished, a strange, crushing pressure took over.

“You didn’t force him.” In the dark, quiet corridor, Feng Qin suddenly let out a laugh that seemed to echo. “It’s all fucking ‘voluntary’.”

Ran Muqiu: “…”

What do I do? The Protagonist Gong looks really, really angry.

Cowardly, Ran Muqiu asked the system for courage: 【233, you promised, right? I won’t be in any physical danger.】

233: 【Rest assured, Host. If any life-threatening danger is detected, you will immediately be pulled from the world, though the mission will be considered a failure.】

Ran Muqiu: 【Okay.】

Feng Qin stood with his hands on his hips, pacing back and forth in front of Ran Muqiu like a restless lion. Suddenly he stopped and let out a heavy breath. “Fine.”

He reached out, cupping the back of the boy’s neck and pulling him toward himself. “The two of you—one willing to be trash, one willing to take it—then you can’t blame me.”

“I’ll just consider this as you delivering yourself to me.”

Earlier, from a distance, Feng Qin could only see the suited man’s movements and couldn’t hear any sound. But even hearing nothing, as he stared at that man’s face, he felt he could almost hear the sound of the man’s throat swallowing.

Now, because of Ran Muqiu’s words, the darkness in Feng Qin’s heart was amplified.

So what if he already had a boyfriend?

Wasn’t it just about being a “dog”? If Qin Wei could do it, and that old man who appeared out of nowhere could do it, why couldn’t he?

Ignoring Ran Muqiu’s struggles, he dragged the boy forward a few steps, kicked open the door to the right, and then reached back to lock it.

With a bang, the sound of the door closing echoed through the quiet corridor, sealing out all other noise.

At the same time, on the other staircase, a tall, lean shadow holding a phone slowly walked up.