Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, Please Follow the Script! - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Love Variety in Progress (3)

Ren Yi was stunned, his face turning red instantly all the way to his ears.

He blinked, silently questioning He Sichen’s actions just now.

“Pay more attention when you eat in the future.”

He Sichen lowered his hand and wiped it with a tissue.

Only then did Ren Yi see the chocolate stain on the tissue, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

This He Sichen must just dislike him and want to make him look foolish in public, right?

Besides, couldn’t He Sichen have just handed him the tissue? To act this way instead was truly baffling.

“After dinner, the guests need to proceed to the next activity. The next activity is arm wrestling. The top three winners will have priority in choosing their roommates for tonight, while the bottom three guests will choose the rooms you will stay in tonight.”

The opponent Ren Yi drew first was Song Yu’an. After sitting down, he obediently extended his hand onto the table, and Song Yu’an placed his hand over Ren Yi’s.

Ren Yi’s hand was very white—so white it was almost transparent, allowing one to see the purple veins beneath the skin—but his fingertips were red, like tender flower buds.

Song Yu’an’s hand, meanwhile, was beautifully shaped, slender, and broad, completely covering Ren Yi’s hand in an instant. This scene was absolute fan service for hand fetishists.

As soon as the command to start arm wrestling was given, Ren Yi and Song Yu’an applied force simultaneously.

Ren Yi didn’t need to expend much effort in this segment because, in the script, he wasn’t supposed to be able to beat anyone anyway.

However, Song Yu’an’s grip was truly powerful! Setting the script aside, he really couldn’t win.

Ren Yi instinctively became serious, but the Song Yu’an in front of him remained calm and unruffled, merely staring intently at Ren Yi’s expression. It was as if arm wrestling with Ren Yi was as easy as crushing an ant.

What kind of look is that? Are you provoking me?

Ren Yi felt a bit angry. With his competitive spirit getting the better of him, he increased his strength, completely forgetting that he was supposed to lose this round.

Yet, the harder he pushed, the greater Song Yu’an’s strength became. Ren Yi’s hand trembled as it was pressed down toward the tabletop bit by bit by Song Yu’an’s hand.

Ren Yi’s face was flushed red at this moment. He bit his lip, his eyelashes trembling slightly. Anyone seeing this vivid scene would have their heart turn into a puddle of water.

Song Yu’an was indeed dazed by the sight, and he unconsciously applied even more force.

“Hiss! It hurts…”

Ren Yi let out a small cry of pain. His tear-incontinence constitution made his eyes turn red, looking as if tears would overflow at any second.

“Sorry, I hurt you. I forfeit this round.”

Ren Yi hadn’t yet recovered from the pain when he heard Song Yu’an’s words, which snapped him back to reality instantly.

No, this isn’t right. Why did Song Yu’an forfeit? It wasn’t written like this in the script!

Could this be another way for Song Yu’an to mock him?

Was Song Yu’an saying that he was so weak he wasn’t even worthy of arm wrestling him?

“Wife’s strength is so small, he was grimacing from Song Yu’an’s pull, hahaha, so cute!”

“Be good, wife, don’t cry. There will be times when you’re in even more ‘pain’ later~”

“The sister above, are you a devil?”

“Ren Yi really wanted to win, so Song Yu’an forfeited. Is this the feeling of doting?”

“I’m definitely shipping the ‘Yu-Yi’ CP after this!”

However, this was only the beginning, because in every subsequent round, Ren Yi’s opponents all forfeited.

No?

Why are you all forfeiting?

Are you looking down on me?

So what if you’re strong!

Ren Yi felt angry in his heart. This segment was considered a total wreck; he wouldn’t be able to get his plot points for this part.

The result was naturally that Ren Yi had the priority to choose a roommate. Following his persona, Ren Yi still chose Nie Zechuan.

Actually, it was easy to understand why the Ren Yi in the script wanted to cling to Nie Zechuan. Nie Zechuan was the Movie King and had plenty of screen time, being with him would provide more exposure opportunities.

However, Nie Zechuan’s fans must be cursing him to death right now, right?

Since the winner, Ren Yi, chose Nie Zechuan, Nie Zechuan was automatically categorized into the bottom three and became responsible for choosing the room.

There were three rooms in total: one couple-themed room with a large bed, one standard hotel room with two beds, and one smaller room that only had a single small bed and rather crude facilities.

However, the competition among the bottom three could be described as spectacular; every single person put forth their full strength.

Ultimately, Nie Zechuan beat the other two and was the first to choose a room.

Tsk tsk, as expected of the male lead ‘gong.’ He’s excellent at every segment.

As Ren Yi expected, Nie Zechuan chose the third room.

As the first person to choose a room, it was natural not to fight or snatch, and to choose the most ordinary room first so as not to be criticized by the audience.

Only, why did Ren Yi feel that the expressions on the other men’s faces weren’t very good?

Did they all want to stay in that crude room?

“Wow~ Nie Zechuan, good job!”

“That bed is so small, two men sleeping on it will have to be pressed right against each other~”

“I was wondering why those guys were working so hard; turns out it was to keep Nie Zechuan from picking Room 3!”

“Hahaha, look at their expressions toward Nie Zechuan. It’s like they’re saying ‘how can you be so insidious.'”

“I thought Nie Zechuan had no spark with Ren Yi, but I didn’t expect…”

By the time the rooms were assigned, it was no longer early, so the guests naturally returned to their respective rooms to rest.

Ren Yi followed behind Nie Zechuan into the room. He was a bit sleepy and let out a quiet yawn.

“You go take a shower first.”

“Eh? Okay. Thank you, Teacher Nie. Then I’ll go first.”

“Zechuan.”

“What?”

“You can just call me Zechuan.”

Ren Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit confused.

What is this male lead thinking?

Was it because he called He Sichen by his name just now, so he felt He Sichen was getting special treatment and wanted Ren Yi to call him Zechuan too?

“Okay, Teacher Zechuan.”

Ren Yi nodded, looking like an obedient student in front of Nie Zechuan.

Nie Zechuan frowned, appearing dissatisfied that the title “Teacher” was still added after “Zechuan.”

However, he didn’t say anything, because this was already enough.

When Ren Yi came out after showering, he saw Nie Zechuan sitting by the bed with his shirt half-unbuttoned.

One had to admit he was the male lead; Nie Zechuan’s physique was famously good in the entertainment industry.

Ren Yi could see the arc of Nie Zechuan’s chest rising and falling, and the faint outline of six-pack abs on his stomach.

According to the internet, Nie Zechuan was very strict with his body management: broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a typical inverted triangle, not to mention the serratus muscles hidden under his shirt.

No wonder so many people went crazy for Nie Zechuan. If Ren Yi were a woman, he would like this type too.

“Teacher Zechuan has such a good figure. I’m so envious.”

Ren Yi sat down beside Nie Zechuan and began his death-seeking dialogue.

“Is that so?”

Nie Zechuan sized up Ren Yi from a close distance. Up close, the person before him looked even whiter, his skin like tender tofu.

The pajama shorts were very short, revealing Ren Yi’s slender, straight legs. Under the light, these legs seemed to glow with whiteness.

Nie Zechuan shifted his gaze to Ren Yi’s abdomen; there truly wasn’t a single outline of muscle there.

Then looking at Ren Yi’s waist—it really was a bit too thin; he could cover it just by spreading his hand.

“You’ll have it if you exercise more.”

Nie Zechuan stared at Ren Yi for a while before leaving those words and entering the bathroom.

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