Quick Transmigration: I Got Too Far And Was Surrounded By A Bunch Of Crazy Perverts - Chapter 4

Miao Yang finished the porridge and felt as though he had come back to life. “Big Brother, I think I have a fever.”

Shi Lan glanced at him coldly. Miao Yang offered a weary smile. “Could you possibly get me some fever reducer?”

Shi Lan countered, “What do you think?”

Miao Yang’s small face was flushed with heat, though his lips were deathly pale. “Big Brother, once I recover, I will be happy to work for you like a horse or an ox.”

Shi Lan looked at the boy, whose eyes were bloodshot from the fever, and signaled for someone to take the bowl away and bring some medicine. Miao Yang flashed a flattering smile. “Big Brother, I will definitely be loyal to you from now on. You are my master.”

Shi Lan gave a cold scoff. His gaze acted like a sharp blade, stripping away the oversized clothes Miao Yang was wearing to inspect him completely.

Miao Yang was currently so delirious from the fever that he could not care less. His eyes were red-rimmed and wet, shimmering with moisture. Compared to Shi Lan’s physique, he was naturally too delicate; he lacked muscles and stature. He truly looked pitiful. Of course, this was not the kind of pity that sparked sympathy, but rather the kind that ignited desire. He was small and easily manipulated.

Shi Lan suddenly felt that his decision to keep the boy might not be bad after all.

Miao Yang drifted into a deep, hazy sleep after taking the medicine and felt much better when he woke up at noon, though his head still throbbed painfully. The wound had not healed, and it hurt terribly. However, one of his better traits was his ability to adapt to any situation; he was quite laid-back. After enduring the pain, he did not worry too much about his current plight.

“System, now that I am here, I just need to focus on gaining Luck Value, right?”

168: 【The threshold for each small world is 100 points. Once you collect 100, you can leave the world.】

Miao Yang’s eyes lit up. One hundred? That sounded easy enough. “How many do I have now?”

168: 【-100.】

The smile on Miao Yang’s face faded. “What?”

168: 【Because your crisis has not been resolved, host. It means you could die at any moment. Please keep working hard!】

Miao Yang rubbed his forehead. He was hungry again. The room was essentially a shell, with no storage cabinets, only a wardrobe embedded in the wall. He walked over to find something warm to wear. When he opened it, there were not many clothes, but Miao Yang did not stand on ceremony; he chose a shirt and draped it over himself. It was much too large for him.

Sigh, how annoying. Why could I not be the one who grew over 190 centimeters?

A subordinate walked in, saw the pale Miao Yang wearing their boss’s shirt, and immediately shouted, “What are you doing? I am telling Big Brother.”

Miao Yang was startled. He looked up, and upon seeing the subordinate carrying a bowl of rice, his eyes lit up. “Hey, are you bringing me food?”

The subordinate stared at him in silence.

Miao Yang hurried over and took it. “Thanks, brother.”

Seeing Miao Yang’s smile, the man decided not to lash out. After all, he was not a bad guy, and the principle remained the same. He scoffed, “Why are you wearing Big Brother’s clothes? He is a germaphobe. Be careful he does not skin you alive when he gets back.”

Miao Yang laughed. “Hahaha, that is funny.”

The youth thought: Is he crazy?

Miao Yang shoved rice into his mouth. “Hey, I could not exactly walk around naked, could I?”

Qin Yi thought that made sense. “Anyway, when you get in trouble later, do not expect me to help you.”

Miao Yang rolled his eyes, nudged him with his elbow, and said, “Oh, little brother, just help me out. We are colleagues now; we have to help each other.”

Qin Yi’s face turned bright red, and he said with disgust, “Who is your colleague? You gay man.”

Miao Yang was speechless. He focused on his food, and soon it was all gone. He handed the clean bowl back. “Give me another.”

Qin Yi rolled his eyes, walked out, and brought back another bowl of rice with toppings. Miao Yang sat cross-legged on the sofa, took the bowl, and hummed, “Did you not bring me any soup? I feel like I am dehydrating.”

Qin Yi nearly slapped him, but noticing the bandages on his head, he restrained himself. He walked out and brought him a glass of water.

Miao Yang took it; it was lukewarm. He curved his eyes, his doe-like eyes sparkling. “Oh, you are too kind, little brother.” He even placed the bowl on his lap and made a heart shape over his head with his hands. “Love you!”

Qin Yi stood frozen. What an annoying person. Would he become as dumb as the boss if he kept hanging around this guy? He shook his head, wondering why he was even thinking about such things.

Miao Yang ate two large bowls of rice and drank the water. He felt full, and his energy finally returned. He also took some anti-inflammatory medication. He figured he had survived this injury, but his body was still weak. He walked around the room but did not plan to go out; in his current fragile state, it was better not to court death.

That evening, Miao Yang assumed Shi Lan would return, but he did not see him for several days. This was fine by him; he was afraid of that guy’s temper. He was too weak to run, and he could not run away anyway.

About a week later, the pain in his head finally subsided. During that time, he had only opened the door a few times. If it were not for the kid named Qin Yi being reliable, Miao Yang thought he might have starved to death. This appeared to be the most secluded building in the Qin estate. Unlike the main courtyard, this was a villa. Miao Yang’s room was on the basement level, so when he opened the door, he found himself in a dim corridor.

Outside the window, he could see a small courtyard; it was a sunken-level house. Outside the door was a dark basement with several other rooms, while the window looked out into a bright courtyard. He was unfamiliar with the place, and everyone he ran into looked like a brute. Every time he stepped out, he would turn left or right and run into muscular men. He would just chuckle and retreat back to his room.

While chewing on an apple, he asked 168, “I have not encountered any Luck Value for days. If I just eat and sleep here forever, will I live a long life?”

168 replied earnestly: 【If you just eat and sleep here, you will probably turn into a pig!】

Miao Yang sighed. This system was truly dim-witted. Just as he was about to say something, bang!

His door was kicked open.

“Whoa!” He was terrified, instantly scrambling off the sofa.

A handsome man walked in. With tea-colored hair, deep and exotic facial features, a sharp, angular jawline, and cold, piercing eyes—who else could it be but Shi Lan?