The Aloof Beta Transmigrated as the Pretty Wife [Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Early the next morning, Su Ren saw a screenshot from the campus BBS forum that a kindhearted colleague had forwarded to him.

The BBS interface displayed the photo Xie Chouqiu had taken at his house the day before. No face was shown, no limbs were visible, and strictly speaking, not a single stray hair could be seen besides his waist. Yet, for some reason, the comment section was filled with people screaming:

If this isn’t SR, I’ll pull a weeping willow out by its roots!

If this isn’t SR, I’ll call everyone in this thread ‘Dad’!

If this isn’t SR, I’ll French kiss my roommate!

It didn’t take much deduction for Su Ren to understand the situation, Xie Chouqiu had used this little contest to complete his second mission.

Once the clock struck 12:00 PM, the “Most Beautiful Waist” selection automatically ended. That inflammatory shot of a lower back had come from behind to take the top spot without any suspense.

The crown had changed hands. Liu Xi, who had been certain of victory, was nearly dying of rage. Even though the entire school was searching for the identity of the winner, everyone basically knew in their hearts and had silently concluded it was Su Ren.

Su Ren sat in his office, browsing the Beijing Foreign Studies BBS with a blank expression. During his lunch break, he registered an account and posted a new thread. The post focused on two main arguments:

1. The person who posted the photo was Xie Chouqiu.

2. The “champion” wasn’t Su Ren, but a little-known freshman art student named Zheng Keli, who frequently skipped classes.

Su Ren threw out a few photos he had previously taken at home and added some deceptive, misleading commentary. However, not long after the post went up, quite a few gossip-loving onlookers actually chose to believe it!

Damn, this argument is so rigorous.

Oh my god!!! I’m starting to believe it’s not Teacher Su.

So, did Xie CQ cheat?

Su Ren leisurely made himself a cup of coffee. Before he could take two sips, he heard the system’s exasperated voice!

Song Di was going crazy. “Ahhh! This is so weird! I’ve never seen such a bizarre situation! Why did the missions suddenly jump!? I just realized your plot is all wrong. Three missions were skipped in a row. Missions three through five were bypassed entirely, and my bonus has been cancelled, plus I’m getting fined?! Why the hell is this happening? It’s so strange?!”

Su Ren, the lifelong “grade-skipper” who couldn’t live without bypassing steps and who kept his achievements well-hidden, echoed tonelessly, “Is that so? My condolences.”

Su Ren had posted that thread specifically because “leading the public to believe Xie Chouqiu cheated” perfectly aligned with the plot of Chapter 6 of Su Ren is a Delicate Little O. He had only meant to test it out, but he hadn’t expected it to work so well.

It was a delightful turn of events.

Su Ren subtly curled his lips. Amidst Song Di’s collapsing roars, he finished his coffee.

Meanwhile, Xie Chouqiu arrived at Su Ren’s office in a fit of rage, surrounded by whispers of doubt and dirty looks. He took the “Divorce Agreement” in his hand and tore it to shreds right in front of Su Ren. His complexion was awful as he looked at Su Ren in his office chair, his expression extremely irritable and his gaze clouded.

“Did you post that thread? With that writing style, it couldn’t be anyone else, pushing me toward someone else just to give yourself a green hat? Su Ren, do you even realize that you are mine?”

Su Ren set down a reference book, blinked indifferently, and countered, “Oh? Is your name written on my face?”

Xie Chouqiu said darkly, “But it’s written on your legs, it’s written in your pheromones, and it’s written on our household register!”

As if recalling some youthful memory, Su Ren’s eyes, which were usually as still as a cold pond, became bright.

“So you actually know,” Su Ren’s beautiful face gave a small smirk, a shallow dimple appearing, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Since you knew, why did you go out for barbecue with someone else?”

Hearing this, Xie Chouqiu thought for a long while before some distant memories surfaced. Back then, Su Ren was seventeen and he was fifteen. At that tender age, the two boys, who were forced together all day by their parents, had cultivated some traces of ambiguity.

“Give me your bag, I’ll carry it for you,” Xie Chouqiu had said in a cold voice, yet his eyes never strayed from Su Ren’s reddened neck, because it bore the bite mark he had left the day before.

He heard Su Ren chuckle as he continued to walk slowly on weak legs. “No need.”

Xie Chouqiu said impatiently, “Hurry up, give it to me. Your bag must weigh 20 pounds.”

Su Ren said, “You don’t need to feel guilty. After all, I cracked your head open too. We’re even. Stay away from me from now on, and we won’t interfere with each other.”

As soon as Su Ren finished speaking, the handsome young man, who was already half a head taller than him, reached out and forcefully stripped the heavy backpack off Su Ren.

“Quit your yapping,” Xie Chouqiu said harshly, “You’re covered in my scent, you’re my person, got it?”

Su Ren panted weakly, his gaze deep as he looked at Xie Chouqiu’s stubborn yet youthful back. Seeing the tall, slender body of the teenager, he could see the restless throb and beauty of youth.

Su Ren felt like laughing. “How many of Xie Mudong’s novels did you secretly read?”

Xie Chouqiu didn’t expect Su Ren to be smart enough to guess even that. His ears turned beet red, and he argued stubbornly, “That’s hilarious, how could I possibly read those.”

Seeing his red ears, Su Ren became certain. “If you hadn’t read a thousand of them, you wouldn’t be able to say things like that.”

Xie Chouqiu looked fiercely at Su Ren, his persistent gaze like that of a newborn wolf pup. “But you really do have my scent on you. Before this scent fades, I will take responsibility for you, is there a problem with that?”

Su Ren’s thin lips parted and then closed; he couldn’t bring himself to say anything cutting. Only because… the way Xie Chouqiu looked at him was just too bright.

From Su Ren’s freshman year to his senior year of high school, and from Xie Chouqiu’s eighth grade to his freshman year, even as their dynamic constantly evolved, Su Ren could clearly feel it…

Xie Chouqiu liked him.

Although this liking started with looks and remained loyal to looks, Xie Chouqiu’s feelings for him had never faded.

“Damn it, what are you looking at me for?”

Xie Chouqiu irritably gripped the straps of Su Ren’s backpack. Despite his fierce exterior, he was internally waiting for Su Ren’s reply.

Su Ren remained silent for a long while. The line of his jaw and his high bridge of his nose were covered in a thin layer of sweat, illuminated by the setting sun, making him look exceptionally beautiful.

Xie Chouqiu’s heart stirred, feeling it skip a beat. He thought to himself, Forget it, I’ll let him have this. If he wants to scold me, let him.

But that time, Su Ren didn’t snap back at him. Those black eyes, like a cold pool, looked steadily at Xie Chouqiu. After a long moment, those thin, cool lips uttered a few clear, soft words:

“Fine, carry it if you want to.”

Xie Chouqiu froze entirely, the kind of feeling that makes your spine tingle. He lowered his head and walked closer to Su Ren’s side. The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two boys very long. Ambiguous emotions, like wild grass in midsummer, grew silently and fiercely in the twilight as the lingering warmth faded.

Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last.

Xie Chouqiu snapped out of his rosy memories and instinctively looked into Su Ren’s obsidian eyes, feeling his clouded brain clear up quite a bit.

“If you had agreed to me back then, it would have been great,” Xie Chouqiu said.

Su Ren was startled, his calm and solemn expression showing a crack for a fleeting moment. “Agreed to what?”

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