No Pampering the Vicious Cannon Fodder! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

Jing Yue’s already stern face was clouded over by an even heavier gloom.

Within the depths of those lead-gray eyes, a long-repressed fury simmered, yet there was also a hint of an indescribable… grievance.

Just now, standing not far away, he had listened to the conversation between Xin Rong and Kahn. He watched as so many people received exclusive gifts, while he alone had none.

Only he had none.

He was already fuming, yet he hadn’t expected this person to have the thick skin to approach him and claim they came specifically for him.

Xin Rong coughed lightly, forcing himself to stay calm. A playful smile curled at the corners of his mouth: “Your gift—of course I prepared it too. I was just waiting for you to come get it.”

Jing Yue’s brow twitched slightly, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to loosen by a fraction.

He pursed his lips, his voice raspy: “…Is that so?”

“Of course. I brought you—” Xin Rong deliberately dragged out the tone. Sitting in his chair, he hooked a finger at him.

Jing Yue initially didn’t want to pay him any mind, but those eyes shone brilliantly black under the dim yellow lights of the bar, like a soul-hooking charm that made it inexplicably difficult to refuse.

Ultimately, he moved reluctantly and half-squatted down.

Xin Rong leaned in immediately. The moment his hair inadvertently brushed against the side of Jing Yue’s face, Jing Yue’s knuckles tightened instantly, as if an electric current had surged up his spine to the back of his head.

Then, he heard the person lower their voice and lightly exhale four words: “A piece of advice.”

In an instant, Jing Yue realized he had been played. The expectation that had just sprouted in his eyes turned into a raging fire of humiliation and rage, and he stood up abruptly.

“I’m serious,” Xin Rong hurriedly grabbed his sleeve as they both stood up. With the mission constantly on his mind, he cut straight to the chase, “Qiu Han—is he asking you to tutor him?”

Jing Yue sized him up: “How do you know?”

“That’s not important.” Xin Rong just wanted to get this over with quickly, so he stopped beating around the bush. “Do you know what day it is on the date he asked you out?”

“I don’t know.” Jing Yue’s gaze was as cold as if mixed with ice shards. “He asks, I go. Is there a problem?”

“But that day is Valentine’s Day!” Xin Rong raised his voice.

Jing Yue remained indifferent: “And?”

Xin Rong was choked up by his response.

He hadn’t expected that something so obvious would require him to break it down and explain it bit by bit. It seemed Jing Yue’s lack of romantic sensibility far exceeded his imagination.

“Don’t you dislike him?” Xin Rong patiently organized his words. “If you agree to go out with him on a special day like Valentine’s Day, aren’t you clearly giving him fantasies?”

“What does me giving him fantasies have to do with you?” Jing Yue narrowed his eyes, looking down at Xin Rong from his superior height.

He said the words, but his hands behind his back were already clenched tight, his knuckles white, his nails nearly digging into his palms.

Ever since Xin Rong stopped being his apprentice, he had become like a different person, not even giving him a proper look.

Usually, Xin Rong was full of warmth and concern for others—sending medicine, giving gifts, being meticulously caring—yet he turned a blind eye only to him.

Jing Yue had tried to convince himself to accept reality, to admit that Xin Rong’s interest in him was merely a whim, and now that the novelty had worn off, he had been tossed aside like an expired toy.

Yet now, this person suddenly popped up again, sticking his nose in to block him from tutoring Qiu Han, acting all inseparable and deeply concerned.

This kind of upside-down, fickle behavior was truly impossible to see through.

He had long known that out of nine things someone like Xin Rong said, eight were lies.

And yet, he still couldn’t help but believe, for a few possessed moments, that line from the love letter: “My heart shall remain unchanging, like a gemstone.”

…How ridiculous.

Seeing that Jing Yue was unmoved, Xin Rong grew increasingly anxious, incoherently playing the emotional card: “Anyway, just think about it again. If you go, it will definitely be very troubl—”

“No need to think.” Jing Yue interrupted coldly, his expression grim. “I’m going.”

Xin Rong’s heart sank, and a surge of stifled frustration rose within him.

He never expected that a mission that should have been in the bag would hit a wall with the protagonist.

He couldn’t help but question: “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Purposefully what?” Jing Yue stepped toward him, his gaze heavy and oppressive. With every step closer, the air grew a degree colder. “Even if Qiu Han really wants to meet me on Valentine’s Day, so what? What right do you have to control me?”

A chill ran down Xin Rong’s spine, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

No.

Could Jing Yue actually… have fallen for Qiu Han?

But that wouldn’t work!

Setting aside the fact that he had a mission, based on Qiu Han’s behavior in the script, that person was definitely no saint.

Whether out of the mission or morality, he couldn’t stand by and watch this happen.

“No, you can’t go!” Xin Rong gritted his teeth, resolutely blocking Jing Yue’s path. “You… you can’t get involved with Qiu Han again!”

In a flash, Jing Yue’s hand violently clamped onto Xin Rong’s wrist. The force was as heavy as ever, nearly crushing his bones.

“Listen to me clearly.” his raspy, low voice carried a nearly imperceptible tremor. “Who I get involved with, who likes me, and who I like has nothing to do with you.”

Beside them, Kahn frowned and whispered a reminder: “Jing Yue…”

“Shut up!”

Jing Yue interrupted sharply, his gaze deadlocked on Xin Rong.

The youth before him was a bit startled and lost, his wrist throbbing with pain, a thin layer of mist covering his eyes, making him look exceptionally pitiful.

But Jing Yue hated this face.

By what right?

By what right could this person come and go as they pleased, say they like him then ignore him?

Leaving him out in the cold while being able to smile so tenderly at others without a care.

Thinking of this, Jing Yue’s heart instantly became as hard as iron.

“Similarly, who you give gifts to, whose wounds you heal, and who you make ointments for also has nothing to do with me. I don’t care at all. As long as you stay away from me and don’t bother me, that is the best gift you can give me. Do you understand?”

The air seemed to freeze.

Xin Rong kept his head down, not responding for a long time.

After a while, he stared at the tips of his shoes, his bewildered voice so light it seemed it would be scattered by the wind.

“Do you really hate me that much?”

Jing Yue’s body stiffened, a complex and unidentifiable emotion flashing in his eyes.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted: “Jing Yue.”

Kahn looked solemn, giving him a meaningful look and shaking his head at him.

Jing Yue’s gaze fell on Xin Rong.

The youth’s head was bowed, his shoulders slumped slightly, looking despondent as if all the life had been drained out of him.

He watched silently for a moment before finally pursing his lips tightly and turning to leave.

Xin Rong stood on the spot, a sense of powerlessness welling up.

Who would have thought that such a simple mission could be messed up like this by him?

He sat dejectedly in the chair, clutching the hem of his shirt, and murmured softly: “Messed it up again.”

Opposite him, Kahn had been resting his chin in his hand, watching him thoughtfully. Suddenly, he spoke: “Hey, do you want me to help you?”

Xin Rong perked up instantly: “You have a way?”

A smile curled at Kahn’s lips: “But in return, you have to do me a favor.”

Without a second thought, Xin Rong immediately agreed: “What favor?”

Kahn didn’t answer. Instead, he looked into the distance, an idea already formed in his mind.

It was time to give these two a push.

Valentine’s Day on the Capital Star was in the first week of September. The streets were teeming with traffic and crowds. The arena was also fully packed, with restless voices echoing inside and out.

Jing Yue had just finished his daytime match. As soon as it ended, he went back to the lounge to change clothes, preparing to leave to tutor Qiu Han. Passing the training hall, he caught a glimpse of Andy training.

Andy was covering the night shift tonight, for reasons that were self-explanatory—on this special day, Andy naturally had to be busy with his nighttime… business.

Thinking of this, Jing Yue’s mouth twitched, revealing a trace of disdain.

Suddenly, his footsteps paused, his gaze fixed on the training hall.

Andy’s sparring partner… wasn’t Xin Rong.

Ever since Xin Rong became Andy’s apprentice, the two had been inseparable. For daily training, Xin Rong always accompanied Andy without fail. Every time Jing Yue passed by, he inevitably felt a sting in his eyes.

He stood on the spot, lost in thought. He stayed for so long that he finally caught Andy’s attention.

It was strange; Andy was a high-level Alpha after all, yet every time he encountered Jing Yue, his aura was completely suppressed.

At this moment, Jing Yue was just standing there silently, yet an invisible sense of oppression rushed toward him.

Andy forced his tone to stay strong, trying to appear less weak: “Who are you looking for?”

Jing Yue didn’t even look at him, his gaze sweeping coldly: “You’re alone?”

Andy instinctively glanced at the floorhand beside him, staring at Jing Yue as if looking at a monster: “Can’t you see him?”

“…” Jing Yue was too lazy to beat around the bush and asked directly, “He didn’t come?”

Andy was taken aback: “Who?”

The air stagnated for a few seconds before Andy finally reacted, letting out an “Oh” of sudden realization: “You mean Xin Rong? He’s not coming tonight. What, you looking for him?”

Jing Yue’s Adam’s apple moved. He said coldly: “He didn’t even say a word about being absent?”

Andy was stunned: “He told me.”

The corner of Jing Yue’s mouth twitched slightly.

“And it doesn’t count as being absent.” Andy shrugged indifferently and continued, “The kid doesn’t have a contract with the arena. He’s paid daily. He’s under no obligation to come every day.”

Jing Yue was momentarily speechless, unable to find an excuse to continue questioning, so he turned to leave.

But he had only taken two steps when a teasing, snickering voice came from behind: “Besides, the kid has to spend the holiday too.”

Jing Yue’s footsteps came to a dead stop. He turned and stared at him coldly: “What?”

“The holiday,” Andy said as if it were common sense. Seeing Jing Yue still looking blank, he found it hilarious, “Valentine’s Day! You can’t possibly not know about this, right?”

Jing Yue’s voice was deathly cold, a flash of ferocity passing through his eyes: “What Valentine’s Day is he spending?”

Andy gave him a look as if he were a retard: “He’s an adult Omega of age, and looking like that, do you think he’s worried about not having anyone to ask him out for the holiday?”

Jing Yue snorted coldly, not wanting to hear any more of his nonsense. At that moment, however, Andy grew interested, lowering his voice for gossip: “Actually, I didn’t believe it at first either. This kid usually looks so obedient, but behind the scenes, he actually plays so wild—he booked three at once!”

Jing Yue’s chest throbbed violently, as if something had exploded instantly; even his heart felt displaced by the shock.

He rushed forward in a few steps and grabbed Andy by the collar: “Booked what?”

“What else could he book?” Andy was startled by his sudden rage, yet felt his question was simply idiotic, wondering if the part of this man that was disabled was his glands or his brain. “A hookup!”

In an instant, Jing Yue’s lead-gray eyes burned a crimson red, and his hand clutching Andy’s collar tightened abruptly.

“Say one more word of nonsense,” his voice was raspy and cold, carrying blatant murderous intent, “and I will cripple you.”

“Cough, cough… Y-you, go easy!” Andy coughed until he saw stars. To save his life, he hurriedly spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube. “I’m not lying! He booked three Alphas to go to a love hotel. This afternoon he even asked me how to get to the hotel. By this time, he’s definitely already there!”

Seeing Jing Yue’s face turn ash-gray while the strength in his hand didn’t diminish at all, Andy shouted at the top of his lungs in desperation: “If you don’t believe it, go see for yourself!! By this time, they’re probably… already on the second round!”