No Pampering the Vicious Cannon Fodder! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

In the past, Xin Rong would have certainly made a huge fuss over this scratch, forcing him to disinfect it and then making a mountain out of a molehill by insisting on bandaging it properly.

 

There was no helping it. After all, he used to try every possible way to invite Jing Yue’s loathing.

 

But the current Xin Rong had already turned over a new leaf, determined to be a person with a conscience.

 

Now he began to ponder: what is Jing Yue trying to express?

 

Andy had been beaten black and blue, looking utterly wretched, while he… only had a single scratch left behind?

 

Xin Rong had an epiphany: this must be his way of proving his dignity.

 

Having figured it out, Xin Rong immediately played to his preferences, praising: “With only this much injury, you really are incredible.”

 

After saying that, he picked up his medical kit and left.

 

Jing Yue stood frozen on the spot, unable to believe his ears.

 

In the past, Xin Rong would have certainly made a huge fuss over this scratch, forcing him to disinfect it and then making a mountain out of a molehill by insisting on bandaging it properly.

 

There was no helping it. After all, he used to try every possible way to express his love to Jing Yue.

 

“Hey,” Jing Yue suddenly called out to Xin Rong, his jaw clenched tight, “you mean to say this injury is insignificant?”

 

Xin Rong stopped his tracks, turned around, and responded in a calm tone: “Didn’t you say it yourself? Getting injured on the fighting stage is perfectly normal.”

 

Jing Yue stared fixedly at him, his chest feeling as if blocked by a wad of cotton; a breath of stifled frustration was stuck there, unable to go up or down: “…Even if I drink alcohol, it doesn’t matter?”

 

Xin Rong said lightheartedly: “You’re so powerful, of course it doesn’t matter.”

 

Jing Yue’s expression turned instantly cold, dark light surging in his eyes. He deliberately slowed his speech, enunciating every word: “But if it were Andy, it would be different, wouldn’t it?”

 

A surge of secret joy rose in Xin Rong’s heart: I really did guess right; Jing Yue just wants to prove he’s stronger than Andy.

 

Thus, he said with a straight face: “Well, of course. Andy isn’t like you. His constitution is weak, he gets injured easily, and he has to be extra careful. Besides, he has an old injury on his waist and works so hard every day. I just checked him over, and I have to prepare a few medicinal patches for him when I get back.”

 

Hearing this, the fire in Jing Yue’s head surged straight to his brow. His throat burned as if scorched by flames. Only after a long while did he squeeze a sentence out through gritted teeth: “…Fine, you just go and keep watch over your Andy then.”

 

After speaking, he strode away. As he passed by Xin Rong, whether intentionally or accidentally, he bumped into him; his shoulder slammed heavily against Xin Rong’s arm, nearly knocking the medical kit to the ground.

 

“Hey! Don’t you have eyes when you walk?!”

 

Xin Rong steadied the medical kit, frowning as he glared at the back of the man striding away.

 

What exactly was wrong with this person?

 

He was perfectly fine a moment ago, only to flip his lid the next.

 

At that moment, 050’s pleasant voice rang in his mind: “Wow, Host! We just received another 500 gold coins!”

 

Xin Rong’s brow furrowed: Another massive emotional fluctuation?

 

But he hadn’t done anything!

 

This Jing Yue—what is wrong with his brain?!

 

Things he couldn’t figure out, he eventually grew too lazy to think about.

 

Anyway, having gold coins come in was a good thing. As for Jing Yue’s increasingly unpredictable emotional swings, Xin Rong learned to turn a blind eye, out of sight, out of mind.

 

As the days passed, Xin Rong worked honestly at the arena to earn money. Soon, the holidays ended, and the day for the preparatory school to open arrived.

 

The preparatory school’s full name was “Capital First Military Academy Preparatory School,” with a six-year curriculum. As a training ground for the First Military Academy, students here had an extra chance at the recommendation exam compared to regular schools, so the probability of entering the military academy was naturally higher.

 

However, this privilege was limited to official students.

 

Besides official students, the preparatory school had more transfer students like Xin Rong.

 

Most of these students came from outer planets where educational resources were far inferior to the Capital Star. To pursue a better future, many would travel ten thousand miles to the Capital Star in their final academic year to become transfer students, reviewing alongside the graduates to prepare for the National Selection Exam.

 

Before campus life began, 050 told Xin Rong to relax. He was only here as a transfer student to get close to Shi Xingyao and gain more opportunities to suppress the protagonist. As for attending classes or exam grades, those were irrelevant.

 

The only thing that mattered was completing the mission.

 

However, unexpectedly, Xin Rong developed a deep interest in studying.

 

For some reason, the course content on spiritual power, combat, and mechas—knowledge that should have belonged to another world—made him feel an inexplicable familiarity, as if it were already deeply rooted in his marrow.

 

After class, while Xin Rong was reading his textbook with great interest, an anxious call rang in his head—

 

“Host? Host?!!”

 

This was the first time 050 had encountered a host who delayed a mission because of studying, its mood was indescribably complex.

 

“Ah,” Xin Rong finally snapped back from the ocean of knowledge, “what’s up?”

 

“Look up, Shi Xingyao is here!!”

 

Following 050’s guidance, Xin Rong swept his gaze around the classroom, finally settling on the window.

 

Shi Xingyao was standing there looking sullen. Upon noticing Xin Rong looking over, he raised an eyebrow and then turned his back, standing on the corridor’s balcony.

 

Sure enough, on the first day of school, Shi Xingyao brought him a new mission.

 

In short, the preparatory school recommendation exam was approaching, and Qiu Han would also be taking it.

 

Shi Xingyao had just learned that Qiu Han had once again taken the initiative to seek out Jing Yue, requesting his help with tutoring.

 

Qiu Han and Jing Yue’s acquaintance began at the preparatory school. At the time, Jing Yue was one grade above him and was the well-known “Man of the Hour” in the grade. He had excellent grades and an extraordinary temperament. Even though he hadn’t differentiated yet, he already attracted countless Omegas.

 

However, fate is cruel. Jing Yue was rejected by the military academy due to his gland disability and became a tutor to make a living; Qiu Han happened to be one of his students.

 

Qiu Han gathered his courage to confess, and Jing Yue, to avoid suspicion, resigned from the job immediately.

 

But Qiu Han hadn’t given up. He remained infatuated and intended to use the recommendation exam as a reason to ask Jing Yue out.

 

Initially, Jing Yue wanted to refuse, but Qiu Han repeatedly stated he only wanted him to pass on his experience, since Jing Yue was the top scorer of the previous year’s recommendation exam.

 

With the words being so earnest and sincere, Jing Yue finally softened and agreed.

 

However, the time they scheduled for the tutoring held a special significance.

 

“I think that cripple is just fucking faking it!” Speaking of this, Shi Xingyao beat his chest and stamped his feet in righteous indignation. “The whole world knows that day is Valentine’s Day, but he doesn’t? What a hypocrite!”

 

Actually, Xin Rong really wanted to say that based on his understanding of Jing Yue, the man really wasn’t faking.

 

With Jing Yue’s single-minded personality, it was hard to imagine him knowing which day was Valentine’s Day.

 

However, Xin Rong kept that to himself and followed Shi Xingyao’s lead, asking tentatively: “Does Young Master Shi mean… you don’t want Qiu Han to go on the date?”

 

As the son of the Imperial Marshal, Shi Xingyao had always been high and mighty. He never did the dirty work himself, but was skilled at hinting for others to do it for him. The people around him had to constantly guess his thoughts and carefully clear away obstacles for him.

 

Hearing this, Shi Xingyao slowly turned his head and gave Xin Rong a deep look: “Do you have a way?”

 

Xin Rong smiled faintly, noncommittally.

 

Just then, the system voice “Ding” rang out—

 

“New Mission Successfully Received: Sabotage the date between the protagonist and junior student Qiu Han!”

 

After Shi Xingyao left, Xin Rong composed himself and clicked on the mission panel to review the details.

 

According to the plot, because of Xin Rong’s meddling, Jing Yue was absent from this tutoring session. Qiu Han, who was already poor at academics and mediocre in talent, ended up failing the recommendation exam.

 

To avoid punishment from his family, Qiu Han took the opportunity to push all the blame onto Jing Yue. He cried, screamed, and made a scene, tearfully accusing himself of being heartlessly betrayed by the person he liked, claiming that his broken heart led to his poor performance.

 

The Qiu family already doted on Qiu Han to the extreme. At this moment, Jing Yue’s appearance was no different from a sitting duck, he became the outlet for their fury. They came to his door, making things difficult in every way, and eventually locked Jing Yue in a wooden shed, nearly burning him alive.

 

After reading this plot, Xin Rong was first silent, then an indescribable anger surged in his heart.

 

It wasn’t because of the difficulty of the mission.

 

Nor was it because of the poor quality of the writing.

 

It was because he had once thought that Qiu Han’s feelings for Jing Yue were genuine.

 

In fact, based on his understanding of Jing Yue, he had always thought it was Jing Yue’s lack of romantic sensibility that led him to reject the other’s feelings.

 

But now it seemed this so-called “love” was incredibly fragile.

 

Just because of the fear of family reprimand, he pushed all failure onto Jing Yue and even allowed his family to commit atrocities against him.

 

Such feelings were simply too cheap.

 

Fortunately, Jing Yue had rejected him.

 

Continuing to browse downward, the mission tips came into view.

 

Looking at it, Xin Rong realized there was a tricky hidden problem behind this mission.

 

In the original plot, Jing Yue was displaced after being fired from the arena and eventually moved into a dilapidated house, while Xin Rong bribed the landlord to pave the way for his future evil deeds.

 

But now Jing Yue hadn’t lost his job at the arena and was still living stably in the lounge provided by the arena. The plot had already deviated from the established track.

 

Because of this, Xin Rong couldn’t complete the mission according to the system’s tips.

 

Fortunately, this mission was different from the previous ‘Dinner with the Marshal’ plot, it wasn’t a critical plot point.

 

050 had explained to him before that although the Cannon Fodder Roleplay System provided scripts, it also supported open gameplay. As long as critical plot points were completed, other details could be improvised freely.

 

In other words, for this mission, Xin Rong didn’t necessarily have to follow the mission tips.

 

After thinking for a moment, Xin Rong quickly realized that this mission was actually incredibly simple.

 

Clearly, Jing Yue avoided romantic feelings like the plague.

 

Previously, because of Qiu Han’s liking, he had resigned from his tutoring job without hesitation. This time, as long as he saw through Qiu Han’s invitation as having other motives, he naturally wouldn’t go.

 

So, Xin Rong just needed to find a suitable time to casually remind Jing Yue that the day was Valentine’s Day, and everything would be resolved—it would even be easier than the original mission tips.

 

After the preparatory school finished, Xin Rong went straight to the arena.

 

He was carrying large and small bags, a bright smile on his face. As soon as he entered the bar door, he waved to Kahn and enthusiastically distributed gifts to everyone.

 

“This is for Andy. I improved the waist injury patches, the effect should be better!”

 

“And these medicines for bruises and injuries—everyone can use them.”

 

“And this—” Xin Rong took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to Kahn, “didn’t you always say your head hurts after drinking? This can alleviate it. You must remember to try it!”

 

Kahn took it: “You’re way too considerate, little beauty.”

 

Seeing Kahn smiling from ear to ear, Xin Rong took the opportunity to propose his idea.

 

The coursework at the preparatory school wasn’t heavy, and he hoped to continue working the night shift at the arena.

 

Firstly, he still needed to earn money; secondly, without the landlord’s path in the original plot, the arena was his only way to stay close to the protagonist.

 

Kahn nodded without hesitation: “Of course we welcome you back. You don’t know how much everyone has been talking about you since you left.”

 

Xin Rong’s eyes lit up: “Really? Everyone missed me that much?”

 

During his time at the arena, Xin Rong had indeed fit in like a fish in water.

 

Kahn, needless to say, had taken care of him from the start; and Andy, though his lifestyle was a bit wild, wasn’t a bad person and spoke highly of Xin Rong’s physical therapy.

 

In his spare time, Xin Rong would even take the initiative to help other fighters look at their injuries. Over time, everyone in the arena had grown fond of him.

 

In short, everyone liked him.

 

Xin Rong’s heart warmed, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a cold gaze sweep over.

 

The man was standing not far away, his figure tall and upright, his features sharp as a knife. His gaze lingered on him and Kahn for a split second before quickly looking away as if he had been stung by a poisonous insect, as though looking a second longer would contaminate him with something unclean.

 

Xin Rong pursed his lips.

 

Fine.

 

…Not everyone.

 

At this moment, Kahn also noticed him passing by and called out loudly: “Jing Yue, why don’t you come over and say hello?”

 

Jing Yue’s footsteps paused, but he didn’t turn back. His profile was hard and cold, and his eyes were covered with a layer of frost.

 

Watching from a distance, Xin Rong already guessed what Jing Yue would say—nothing more than some cold rejections like “no time” or “who wants to go over.”

 

Since he had decided to be self-reliant and stop shearing extra gold coins from Jing Yue, he usually deliberately avoided him to keep from annoying him.

 

But today was different. He had a mission and couldn’t just let him go.

 

So, before Jing Yue could speak, Xin Rong had already put on a sweet smile and shamelessly approached him.

 

“You’re finally here.” the fawning tone in his voice was almost overflowing, “I specifically came to find you.”

 

Jing Yue turned his head, his gaze sweeping over like a blade: “Specifically to find me?”

 

Xin Rong nodded like a chick pecking grain.

 

Jing Yue’s gaze swept over the table, then stared straight at Xin Rong.

 

After a long while, he blurted out coldly: “Then where is my gift?”