No Pampering the Vicious Cannon Fodder! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Silence spread quietly through the air.

A minute passed, and Jing Yue remained in a state of extreme red-heat.

If all his other vital signs weren’t normal, Xin Rong would have suspected a time bomb was buried inside him, ready to explode at any moment.

Golden Sales Rules listed various reactions a client might have—some might have their expressions soften, some might open their hearts, and some might even shed a few hot tears on the spot.

It alone failed to mention what it meant when a client suddenly turned red, hot, and burning… what exactly was that situation?

050 tried to analyze: “Could he feel like you’re provoking him?”

Xin Rong was full of question marks: “But I only touched his arm!”

“You touched the biceps brachii.” 050 said solemnly. “For a fighter, that is a symbol of power and dignity! Think about it, how is what you did any different from plucking hair from a tiger’s head or breaking ground on the head of a powerful deity?”

Xin Rong: “…”

Hearing such earthy proverbs come out of 050’s mouth was actually quite startling.

But the words were rough, not the logic.

The third rule of Golden Sales Rules surfaced in Xin Rong’s mind: “Never contradict your client, even if the client says one plus one equals three, you must cheerfully agree.”

So he cleared his throat, tried his best to put on a sincere and harmless expression, and took a tentative step forward.

“Um—”

To his surprise, Jing Yue reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, snapping back half a step, his voice changing pitch: “Don’t come over here!”

Xin Rong obediently braked.

Jing Yue’s gaze flickered, uncontrollably sweeping over the spot Xin Rong had just touched.

Even through the clothing, that heat felt as if it could penetrate the fabric, scorching his skin, making him feel feverish all over and his heart drum like a mallet.

He had never felt this way before.

It was hot enough to make him want to hide, yet inexplicably…

He craved more.

For some reason, every time he was in front of this person, his brain was like a machine gone haywire—half the cells were overactive, while the other half had completely gone on strike, totally out of his control.

Jing Yue felt like he was going crazy.

Seeing his expression grow increasingly grim, Xin Rong pondered saying something to ease the atmosphere. After holding it in for a long time, he squeezed out: “Your biceps grow really well.”

Jing Yue looked up abruptly: “What?”

Xin Rong blinked his eyes, which were thirsting for knowledge, his tone as innocent as a scientific researcher: “The elasticity is very good, the tissue is firm; it’s a very high-quality human muscle group—”

“Enough, that’s enough!”

Jing Yue’s face finally broke. He interrupted sharply, then turned around to face away from him, as if hearing one more word would cause him to explode on the spot.

Xin Rong couldn’t see his face; he could only see him with hands on his hips, his broad shoulders rising and falling with his breath.

After a long while, a low, husky voice came.

“You… if you have something to say, just say it properly. Don’t be so handsy.”

Xin Rong immediately raised his hands in surrender: “Fine, then I’ll just stand here and talk.”

He cleared his throat, trying hard to recall the rhetoric from “Golden Sales Rules,” reciting with deep emotion: “I just wanted to say, after experiencing so much, you can still persist in pursuing your dreams, fighting day and night. This willpower is truly amazing.”

“…”

“You are like a pearl, the polishing of wind and rain has only made you tougher. No difficulty can crush your mind—”

“I said that’s enough.” Jing Yue’s ear tips turned red. He interrupted again and gave a cough. “…I understand what you mean.”

“Really?” Xin Rong’s eyes instantly lit up.

…Of course it was true.

To be honest, this wasn’t the first time Jing Yue had been confessed to face-to-face.

But someone like Xin Rong, who expressed admiration and adoration so undisguisedly, so nakedly, almost obsessively…

He was seeing it for the first time.

It was as if the reservoir of love had already breached its dam, surging so violently it was about to overflow, unable to be suppressed in the slightest.

It even made one wonder what kind of thick, unknown, scorching passion was hidden beneath that iceberg.

Thinking this way, Jing Yue suddenly felt that his system crash level of loss of composure every time he saw Xin Rong had a reasonable explanation.

After all, expressing one’s love for another person so blatantly in a public setting… how was that different from streaking?

Anyone would be at a loss, right?

So, Xin Rong was the one who overstepped first.

Xin Rong was the one with the problem, not him.

Once he figured this out, Jing Yue felt the situation was back under his control, and his heart settled back into his chest.

He turned around, looked down to adjust his wristbands, and resumed his calm and indifferent demeanor: “It’s not as exaggerated as you say. Fighting is easy for me, and winning matches is a daily occurrence. Also, I don’t get injured often. That day was because the combat suit was rusted and aged, which is why it cut my shoulder.”

“So, don’t care too much.” he summarized nonchalantly. “These things are not worth mentioning to me.”

Then his tone suddenly shifted: “Only a half-wit like Andy would hang the word ‘hardship’ on his lips all day.”

The transition was so abrupt that Xin Rong was stunned for half a second before realizing Andy was that burly Alpha fighter in the bar.

He complained silently in his heart: “Little Coal Ball, is he talking shit about his colleague?”

050 urgently reminded him: “Host, Rule Three!”

Xin Rong went silent for two seconds and sighed.

Fine.

“Then you are truly tenacious and unyielding.” Xin Rong praised while riding the momentum, tentatively pushing the topic forward. “Have you… ever thought about returning to the First Military Academy?”

Jing Yue froze, clearly not expecting him to mention this.

He instinctively denied it, but a trace of melancholy uncontrollably flickered in the depths of his eyes. Finally, he pulled out a bitter smile.

“Of course I want to, but where is the opportunity?”

“There is an opportunity!” Xin Rong immediately took the lead, his eyes sparkling. “There is a national selection exam every year. As long as you can participate, you can definitely—”

Before he could finish, Jing Yue’s face suddenly turned cold.

“Xin Rong,” his voice carried a dangerous chill, “are you doing this on purpose?”

“I’m no—”

Just as he was about to defend himself, Jing Yue had already approached, grabbing his sleeve and pinning him against the wall.

Scorching breath rushed at him, blowing right onto Xin Rong’s face.

“Back at the hotel, you were the one who changed my bandages, right?”

Xin Rong nodded blankly.

Jing Yue was almost gnashing his teeth: “Then don’t tell me you don’t know why the military academy won’t accept me.”

At this moment, Xin Rong suddenly realized that the gland disability was a reverse scale that Jing Yue could never touch. Once mentioned, he would instantly lose his mind.

“…It hurts.”

Xin Rong’s eyes turned red, his misty eyes looking at Jing Yue like a bullied little animal.

So pitiful it made one’s heart tremble.

Jing Yue’s fingertips twitched, his reason finally returning. He let go and pulled open the door, his voice low and raspy: “Go, and don’t come back.”

Xin Rong did not move. He silently pulled an envelope from his chest and handed it over.

Jing Yue looked down and was instantly stunned.

“This is…”

“I said, there’s always a way.” Xin Rong’s tone was firm, his gaze burning. “There have been precedents like this before. As long as you meet with Marshal Shi Yuan and let him see your sincerity, there will definitely be a chance.”

Jing Yue looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief.

He certainly knew what it was.

This invitation letter—he had seen it countless times at the charity auction, each time from across the crowd, taking a distant glance, never daring to hope it would one day fall into his hands.

And now, it was being handed to him so easily by Xin Rong.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice tight: “Did you… bid for this?”

Xin Rong nodded: “It cost so much money.”

As soon as he thought about the experience at the auction, he gasped from the heartache. He pushed the envelope forward a bit more: “I’m transferring it to you now. Do you want it?”

Jing Yue stared at the invitation, his expression complex.

After a long silence, he asked in a low voice: “Why?”

Xin Rong lowered his head, his voice soft: “I just felt… you would need it.”

Jing Yue: “…”

His heart felt as if it had been slammed hard by something.

This person knew his dream and had specially bid for this invitation for him.

Just because he felt he would need it.

His chest felt very full and very hot, a warm current he had never experienced before spread to his four limbs and bones.

Seeing that he still wasn’t moving, Xin Rong leaned over and pulled his sleeve.

“Please, just take it, just take it.”

The end of the sentence was dragged out soft and long.

Jing Yue looked down at him and suddenly spoke: “You want to give it to me that badly?”

Xin Rong nodded without thinking: “This is very important to me.”

“Oh?” Jing Yue raised an eyebrow, his lead-gray eyes locking onto him. “What is very important to you?”

Xin Rong was stunned, repeating dumbly: “Th-this.”

Jing Yue gave a snort and lowered his head, a faint, phantom-like smile playing at the corner of his mouth. In a low, magnetic voice, he said: “…Liar.”

Xin Rong was startled: “Huh?”

Jing Yue said nothing.

He was very certain he hadn’t misheard.

What Xin Rong said just now was clearly “You.”

You.

You are very important to me.

However, he was too lazy to expose it. His mood was inexplicably pleasant, and he raised his hand with great mercy.

“Fine, give it here.”

Xin Rong was overjoyed and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Jing Yue hold out his palm directly to him. The alarm bells instantly went off.

“Wait!” He swished the invitation behind his back. “How about… money first?”

Jing Yue’s eyes widened, unable to believe his ears.

Seeing his unfriendly expression, Xin Rong quickly changed his tune: “O-or you can pay a deposit first, and we’ll sign a contract tomorrow. That way it’ll be easier to explain things later.”

Jing Yue was almost laughed into anger: “How much are you planning to charge?”

The closing price of the invitation was five hundred thousand. However…

Anyway, no one knew…

So, nervously pinching the edge of the envelope, he simply plucked up his courage: “Ei-eight hundred thousand?”

Jing Yue narrowed his eyes: “How much?”

The guilty Xin Rong immediately wimped out: “…Five hundred thousand is fine too.”

Jing Yue let out a cold snort and asked flatly: “Have you eaten too much?”

Thinking of his bank balance that was about to hit rock bottom, Xin Rong’s eyes heated up, and his whole being wilted: “I might never be able to eat my fill again…”

“…What?”

“Nothing…” Xin Rong hung his head, biting his lip. “Just buy it. It’s really a great value. It can help you achieve your dream and return to the military academy. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“It seems you think I’ve eaten too much.” Jing Yue raised an eyebrow. “Spending this much money just for a meal?”

“Then… four hundred thousand.” Xin Rong’s heart was bleeding. “Four hundred thousand should be fine, right?”

Jing Yue looked at him quietly without speaking, then turned and paced a few steps on the spot.

Suddenly, as if he had made a decision, he turned back, grabbed Xin Rong’s arm, and mercilessly hauled him toward the door.

“Hey! What are you doing—”

Xin Rong staggered as he was dragged to the door. When he looked up and met those lead-gray eyes, he was stunned.

Vaguely, he felt that Jing Yue’s expression… seemed different from before.

His eyes were still cold, but in the depths, something unnamable was hidden, faintly wanting to overflow, yet tightly covered up, refusing to be seen.

“Listen,” at this moment, Jing Yue spoke word by word, “I will never squander a fortune for a meal.”

“That is the gap between us, do you understand?”

“We are simply not from the same world.”

Xin Rong: “…

What the hell was this person saying?

What gap, what world?

He was about to argue when he was interrupted again by a cold voice: “Go back and study hard. Live the life you should live. Don’t come to a place like this anymore.”

As he spoke, Jing Yue’s gaze moved down, scanning the overly exquisite formal suit on him, his frown deepening.

“Especially don’t come dressed like this. Do you have some misunderstanding about the moral standards of this place?”

As the last word fell, the door panel slammed shut with a sharp “bang.”

Xin Rong stood stunned on the spot, not moving for a long time. It wasn’t until his back hit the cold wall that he slowly slid down into a sitting position.

He hugged his knees and buried his face in his arms. A heavy wave of exhaustion suddenly swept over him.

The plot points were linked; pull one hair and the whole body moves.

Jing Yue hadn’t been pushed into a corner. He was doing perfectly fine at the arena, so he naturally wouldn’t go all-in for a single dinner.

His absence from the auction had already shown his attitude. Even if Xin Rong forced the resale, he wouldn’t be willing to shell out the money.

A plot line that had already gone astray could not be snapped back this way.

This path really seemed like a dead end.

050’s comforting voice rang in his head: “Host, it’s okay. If this world fails, we’ll just switch to the next one.”

“It won’t work.” Xin Rong suddenly looked up, his voice stubborn and firm.

He could work desperately for money, he could go without food or sleep.

But he didn’t want to wait a moment longer.

Only by completing the tasks of the five worlds as quickly as possible could he remember who Fu Sang was, seek revenge, and kill that person with his own hands.

Fu Sang…

Just thinking of that name made his blood boil.

So he grit his teeth, suddenly stood up, grabbed the invitation, and rushed back to the door, pounding on it loudly enough to shake the heavens.

Boom boom boom—

After a long time, the door finally opened slowly by a crack.

An impatient voice came from behind the door.

“Don’t force me to throw you out.”

Without a word, Xin Rong indignantly slammed the invitation into the other man’s chest.

“It’s a gift for you!!”

After saying that, regardless of the other’s reaction, he turned and ran.

“Hey, you—”

After running two steps, as if he couldn’t swallow this resentment after all, he turned back with red eyes and dropped a sentence—

“Are you happy now? I can never afford to eat my fill again!!”

Then he ran away without looking back.

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Only Jing Yue was left stunned at the door, looking down at the envelope in his hand, completely baffled by that tearful accusation.