Straight Corporate Slave Accidentally Stumbles into the School's F4 - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

 

A very mature men’s cologne.

 

Before Qiao Nai transmigrated, he was reading a dog-blooded novel set in an elite American high school with an incredibly complex web of relationships.

 

The book was allegedly about the love, hate, and enmity between five grown men. Since it was the first time he had come across such an explosive premise, Qiao Nai had planned to slack off at work and read it in the evening. However, just a few pages in, the power in the office suddenly cut out.

 

The proposal he had spent three straight all-nighters organizing hadn’t been saved yet, and just like that, it vanished into thin air.

 

Qiao Nai: “…”

 

“…I’m just a corporate slave!!!”

 

At this moment, Qiao Nai felt as if his internal organs were about to explode. Having been a corporate slave for six years, Qiao Nai truly wanted to be reincarnated. He couldn’t stand being a wage slave who had no holidays, no bonuses, and had to grit his teeth and smile every single day from dawn till dusk anymore!

 

He never wanted to do it again!

 

“You don’t want to anymore? Are you regretting it now, Qiao An? It’s useless, even God can’t save you.”

 

The moment he opened his eyes, the darkness before him had vanished, replaced by a torrent of gibberish English.

 

“?”

 

Regretting what? Useless? What are they saying? And they’re spouting foreign languages, too.

 

Before Qiao Nai could figure out what was going on, a bearded man in combat boots hoisted him up from the ground with one hand.

 

It was only then, as he was dangling in the air, that Qiao Nai realized his situation.

 

Before him was no longer the office he had spent six years in, but a strange alleyway. He was cornered, with several burly men standing in front of him. They had brown hair and stubble—whether it was poorly shaved or intentional, he couldn’t tell.

 

However, something felt wrong. They looked like they were ready to kill him.

 

“Hey! Are you deaf?! Speak! Where the hell did you hide the stuff!”

 

The bearded man held Qiao Nai in the air effortlessly, his hand cocked back, ready to smash a fist into Qiao Nai’s face.

 

As the fist was about to graze his face, at the very last second, Qiao Nai reacted instantly and kicked out. During middle school, Qiao Nai had earned a black belt in Taekwondo. Even though he looked thin, his strength was not to be underestimated; an average person couldn’t easily withstand a kick like that.

 

The bearded man clutched his stomach, dazed. Before he could even recover, Qiao Nai had already hacked at his wrist with his other hand, breaking free.

 

“Who are you?”

 

The blue-eyed men in front of him immediately became alert. The timid person who only knew how to beg for mercy a moment ago had suddenly turned into a completely different person. Could they have grabbed the wrong guy? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

 

Having just experienced a series of frustrating events and now landing in this trouble being surrounded for no reason and almost having his face broken—Qiao Nai regretted not checking his horoscope before coming to work. All the bad luck seemed to have piled up at once.

 

“You’re not going anywhere!”

 

Sensing something was wrong, a thin man with blue hair crawled out from behind the burly guys and grabbed Qiao Nai’s forearm tightly. Seeing this, the others began to shake out their wrists and ankles, looking like they were ready for a brawl.

 

It was a dead-end alley with nothing to use for defense, and apart from the thin blue-haired guy, everyone else was a hulking brute. The risk of fighting was high.

 

Moreover, Qiao Nai still didn’t understand what was happening. Why were there only foreigners? Why were they speaking English? Even the advertisements on the walls were twisted English. But it wasn’t the time to think about that.

 

Qiao Nai pressed his tongue against his cheek, calculating what moves to use to take on a group. Suddenly, he heard the thin man say:

 

“Where the hell did you hide Ferrio’s things?!”

 

Ferrio?

 

In an instant, Qiao Nai remembered the elite school novel on his phone before the power outage. Wasn’t Ferrio the “F1” of the F4?

 

Wait. What did they just call him?

 

“Qiao An,” the thin man shouted again. “If you don’t take the stuff out today, don’t think about walking out of here alive!”

 

Qiao Nai’s right eyelid twitched several times. He clearly remembered that one of the four members of the F4 was named Qiao An.

 

Is this… transmigrating into a book?

 

Before Qiao Nai could ponder further, another harsh voice rang out.

 

“Strip his clothes off. I don’t believe he could hide the stuff anywhere else.” They shouted at Qiao An, but since he didn’t respond, it infuriated them. When someone shouted an order, Qiao Nai was grabbed by his clothes.

 

Qiao Nai narrowed his eyes and began to loosen up his neck.

 

If they had to pick someone to mess with, they shouldn’t have picked a corporate slave who just lost his proposal. It had been a long time since he’d beaten anyone up; his hands were itching. He scanned his surroundings, preparing to just throw down if there was no one else around.

 

His fists were ready, but coincidentally, someone approached.

 

“Stop! What are you doing?”

 

“Who’s being a busybody…” Hearing this, the thin man turned his head to look. The moment he saw who it was, his jaw nearly hit the floor: “Yun Cheng?”

 

Yun Cheng?

 

Qiao Nai had a deeper impression of this name. Among the F4, only Yun Cheng and he were of Chinese descent—fellow countrymen. It seemed he really had transmigrated into the book.

 

Yun Cheng wasn’t very tall, but his family was wealthy, and he spoke with absolute confidence; no one was unaware of his background. The thugs probably didn’t dare mess with him because of his status.

 

“Qiao An, why are you here? Weren’t we supposed to go to the party together?” Yun Cheng reached out, took Qiao Nai’s wrist, and pulled him out from among the group.

 

A party? What party?

 

Qiao Nai’s brain spun rapidly, but unfortunately, he had no memory of the original host.

 

“Ah, right, the party.” Though he couldn’t remember, Yun Cheng didn’t look like a bad guy. So, Qiao Nai immediately put on an expression of sudden realization: “I was just on my way, but these guys stopped me.” Qiao Nai pulled up his sleeve: “Not only did they stop me, but they also beat me up. Look, my wrist is bruised.”

 

Qiao Nai didn’t want to play the victim, but being in an unfamiliar place, it was necessary to be cautious. He had pinched his own wrist just as Yun Cheng wasn’t looking.

 

Yun Cheng stared at the bruise on Qiao Nai’s wrist for a few seconds, then frowned at the thin man: “Why did you beat him?”

 

The thin man and the bearded man widened their eyes, looking aggrieved.

 

“We didn’t beat him! We just saw him alone and looking pitiful, so we were just saying hello.” To avoid getting into trouble, the thugs didn’t dare to continue bullying him.

 

“Then how did he get these bruises?”

 

“Those weren’t from us! I even got kicked, my ribs are almost broken!” The bearded man started to lift his shirt.

 

Yun Cheng found it disgusting and didn’t look: “Impossible. Qiao An doesn’t even know how to curse, let alone beat you. Don’t frame him.”

 

Qiao Nai understood instantly and silently noted that the original Qiao An couldn’t curse.

 

“You guys just wait. I’m going to the school administration to report you tomorrow.” After leaving that threat, Yun Cheng pulled Qiao Nai away. He knew they wouldn’t dare chase them.

 

On the road across from the alleyway, a Rolls-Royce was parked. Before they had even exited the alley, a bodyguard in a suit walked toward them and glanced at the alley. Facing that fierce gaze, the thugs decided to give up for now.

 

“Qiao An, just take our car; it’s safe and on the way.” Yun Cheng had the bodyguard open the door, gesturing for Qiao Nai to sit in.

 

Our car? Was there someone else inside?

 

Qiao Nai frowned slightly, but only for a moment. He smiled and sat in the back row: “Alright.” He didn’t know where the party was; without Yun Cheng’s car, he couldn’t get there.

 

Having arrived in a new environment, Qiao Nai was highly vigilant. He paid close attention to the interior of the car, discovering a strange man sitting at the other end of the back seat. Yun Cheng sat in the passenger seat, leaving only Qiao Nai and the man in the back.

 

The man was wearing a black suit, his silhouette clearly defined by the passing lights. He sat sideways, motionless, as if he were asleep. It was eight o’clock in the evening, and the sky had turned dark. The alleyway had no streetlights, so Qiao Nai couldn’t see the man’s features clearly. He could only vaguely make out half of his face, the bridge of his nose, and a tattoo on the back of his hand.

 

The tattoo and the pulsing veins on his hand were intertwined, making it hard to tell where the ink ended and the anatomy began. Qiao Nai looked at his own thigh, comparing it silently; he felt his own thigh wasn’t even as thick as the man’s arm.

 

Qiao Nai’s fingertips twitched; he felt this person was somewhat familiar.

 

Although he couldn’t see the man’s face, Qiao Nai smelled a strong scent of perfume—not car freshener, but something on the person. A very mature men’s cologne.

 

He’d specifically worn perfume; did he have something important to do later?

 

The car was dead silent. Qiao Nai opened his mouth several times to fish for information, but couldn’t get a word out. The main reason was the suffocating pressure coming from the person beside him; even Yun Cheng was silent.

 

So, Qiao Nai held it in for the whole ride, wondering the entire time who this man could be. He was unfamiliar with everything around him and couldn’t recall any of the original host’s memories, yet this man made him feel a strange sense of familiarity. According to his years of experience reading novels, the most memorable characters were almost always the protagonists.

 

Qiao Nai frowned, running through all the content he had read in his mind. After a long while, he thought of some important information. His eyes widened, and his body straightened up.

 

Could he be the original bottom?!

 

“We’re here.”

 

About thirty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a European-style apartment building. Qiao Nai got out and was just about to walk toward the building when he saw Yun Cheng making no move to leave.

 

“What’s wrong?” Qiao Nai stopped too.

 

“Wait a second…” Before Yun Cheng could finish, there was a sound from the back seat, followed by the opening of the other door.

 

A man with blonde hair leaned down and stepped out with long legs. The earring in his left ear shimmered under the lights, and his tall, lean silhouette became clear. He stood against the light of a streetlamp; the tattoo on the back of his right hand was incredibly striking like a black dragon circling the sky, or a phoenix perched on a branch of a paulownia tree.

 

Before he even spoke, even with just a slight frown, the inherent pressure of a dominant figure was fully displayed, making the very air grow heavy.

 

Qiao Nai couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

 

The lights were bright, and as he saw the shadow on the ground drawing nearer, Qiao Nai collected himself and looked up. Just as he lifted his head, he bumped straight into Ferrio’s eyes. They were eyes that were cold, merciless, and colder than an ice cellar as freezing as the night sky in the depth of winter. Yet, for some reason, the moment he saw the man’s face, Qiao Nai felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, entirely beyond his control.

 

Qiao Nai had never felt this way before, but he could guess why.

 

This body was having a reaction to the man in front of him.

 

Qiao Nai recalled what he had read before transmigrating: this was a dog-blooded F4 novel. As a cannon-fodder top, Qiao An was different from the other three wealthy, powerful, and influential young masters; he had no money, no power, and no influence, yet he still had to compete with three young masters for the person he liked.

 

It was tragic no matter how you looked at it. After finally transmigrating into the book, he was still a cannon fodder. Qiao Nai couldn’t help but purse his lips.

 

He wanted to cry but had no tears. Qiao Nai had no choice but to tell himself to accept it quickly; after all, he had to catch the original bottom before those three stubborn young masters did.

 

Fortunately, the original bottom had a wealthy background. As long as he could win him over, he wouldn’t have to worry about the future! He could help Qiao An win the person he liked and have an endless supply of money to spend. It was killing two birds with one stone!

 

Thinking of this, Qiao Nai regained his confidence.

 

He looked at the man in front of him again. His heart was racing wildly in the man’s presence; it seemed highly likely that this was the person Qiao An liked—the original bottom he had to pursue now.

 

Lost in thought, he didn’t realize he was staring until, before he could look away, Ferrio looked at him first. His peripheral vision landed on the red marks on Qiao Nai’s wrist.

 

Qiao Nai’s skin was fair, making the red marks look somewhat indescribable.

 

Soon, Ferrio frowned, appearing extremely disgusted.