The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

The weather tonight was exceptionally fickle. One moment it was calm, and the next, a violent gale swept through, bringing a torrential downpour that blurred the world behind a thick curtain of mist.

The rain fell with a sudden ferocity, yet a sliver of a crescent moon remained hanging in the sky. Xie Cheng stared at the eerie scene. Strands of rain drifted through the window and splashed against his face, causing his eyelashes to tremble slightly.

Standing on high ground, he kept his eyes lowered. His silver-grey pupils glowed with a unique brilliance in the night, possessing a cold, metallic texture. They held no emotion, allowing no one to peer into his thoughts.

“We can’t stay here any longer,” Xie Cheng stated.

222, who was busy simmering soup, paused. It looked at the bubbling pot and replied, Understood, New Team Leader.

Xie Cheng pulled a backpack from the wardrobe and stuffed the remaining food and bottled water from the attic into it. He instructed 222, “Once the soup is ready, feed it to that man.”

222 did its best to be a useful system. Copy that, New Team Leader. Mission guaranteed to be a success.

“I’m going to clear out the zombies outside and find a car,” Xie Cheng said, scanning the room for a suitable weapon. Ultimately, he snapped a wooden board off a cabinet and gripped it in his hand.

Understood, New Team Leader, the robotic 222 repeated.

Under 222’s exaggeratedly solemn gaze, Xie Cheng walked to the door. He suddenly remembered something. “What is my identity here?”

Uh.

“What?” Xie Cheng turned, his brow furrowing slightly. “Am I a morally corrupt thug? A scumbag with a mistress and parents who killed his wife for insurance? Or a man who abandoned his children…”

You are a flower-flower.

Xie Cheng: “?”

The pink blob that was 222 began spinning around the pot—a clear sign of extreme guilt used to mask its embarrassment.

Realizing something, Xie Cheng reached up and brushed his long hair. Nestled within the thick strands, he felt a handful of petals that emitted a faint floral fragrance.

222 flattened itself into a disk and peeked upward.

Xie Cheng then touched his forehead. Near his temple, he felt a delicate stem with a flower bud attached to it.

“What is this?” Xie Cheng balled his hand into a fist.

It’s a cute little hydrangea  222 chuckled flatteringly, adding A white hydrangea.

“Which idiot came up with this?”

222 pointed to itself and shrank into a ball. 

New Team Leader, this idiot came up with it.

Xie Cheng: 

 To get close to the two protagonists, we need to lower our presence. Playing the weak role makes them let their guard down, 222 explained, sounding quite proud of its logic.

Xie Cheng: Hopeless.

Seeing Xie Cheng turn to leave, 222 flew over to block his path, pulling out a manual with a sense of ceremony.

It cleared its throat. There’s one last step, New Team Leader. Please wait.

Love Department System 222 is issuing missions. Mission One: Repair the missing romantic plotlines. Mission Two: Romance any character and earn favorability points.

A moment later, 222’s tone shifted slightly. Ding! System 222 has determined that Mission Two is complete. The mission has automatically updated to favorability tracking. Current favorability: -100.

Xie Cheng: “???”

Xie Cheng rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It hasn’t even been a day. Have you gone mad?”

This system also has no idea what’s going on.

“Forget it. Just stay here.”

Xie Cheng walked down the pitch-black stairs alone. As his footsteps faded into the distance, his voice drifted back up faintly: “I’m genuinely worried that if you go out in the rain, your brain will turn into a puddle and leak out entirely.”

222: Waaaaah

The torrential downpour gradually transitioned into a steady drizzle, patting against the window in a rhythmic melody.

On the floor, Jiang Yi slowly regained consciousness.

The spot where he lay was padded with a quilt, making it less uncomfortable, but his bleeding wounds still throbbed. Blood had seeped into the fabric, pulling at his injuries.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.

A rich aroma of beef wafted over. Jiang Yi clutched his empty stomach and looked toward the source of the sound.

A pot was perched over a fire. No one was around, but a long ladle inside was spinning in circles as if controlled by a ghost, vigorously stirring the soup. Beside the fire lay several empty instant noodle packets.

Jiang Yi understood; it was the smell of Braised Beef noodle soup.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!

But since no one was there, he couldn’t ask for any.

Thump, thump, thump—

What was that sound?

Jiang Yi gingerly shifted his injured arm, used his core strength, and leaned against the wall to sit up. He pressed his ear to the wall, trying to make sense of the noise outside.

Thump, thump, thump—

It sounded like something was being smashed with a club.

Thump, thump, thump—

It happened in bursts, continuing for a long time before finally stopping. The sounds were dense and frequent, making Jiang Yi’s skin crawl.

Was it a zombie?

Jiang Yi’s expression turned grim. He quietly gripped the pistol at his waist and pulled his legs back, shifting into a kneeling position on the floor.

The friction of his clothes against the quilt made a rustling sound. 222, still busy with the soup, noticed Jiang Yi was awake. Terrified, it clutched its head and hid behind the pot, sending a message to Xie Cheng, New Team Leader, that person is awake. He’s trying to stand up.

The entire building was silent. Xie Cheng’s footsteps as he came upstairs were clear and crisp, quickly approaching the door.

Jiang Yi, struggling to stand, tightened his grip on the gun, his handsome features darkening into a fierce, aggressive look.

Then, he saw the immortal he had glimpsed before he passed out.

The ferocity in his eyes instantly cleared, replaced by a wide-eyed, unblinking stare. His arm dropped naturally to his side, and he quietly tucked the pistol back where it came from.

The “immortal” had been caught in the rain. His clothes were damp, and the casual white shirt clung to his narrow waist. Several white petals were stuck to him, fluttering to the floor as he moved.

The immortal’s hair wasn’t wet. That thick, silver-white hair was like a waterproof nest of cat fur; with a single shake, the water droplets went flying.

Immortal…

“What are you looking at?”

Xie Cheng’s cold voice broke Jiang Yi’s trance.

“Your hair… It’s a bit frizzy.”

Xie Cheng: 

“Sorry, sorry!” Jiang Yi snapped back to reality. Forgetting his body was covered in injuries, he stood up straight and bowed deeply to Xie Cheng. When he straightened back up, he flashed a bright, sunny smile.

“Hello! My name is Jiang Yi. I’m twenty-six, 185cm tall, weight 76.5kg. I have Level 3 fire-type abilities. I’m an Aries, and my MBTI is ENFJ. I used to be a regular student at Jiang University. I’m healthy—I always ranked first in physical exams. No bad habits. Currently, I’m the Chief Commander of the Ability Team at the Rising Sun Base. I don’t have a girlfriend, nor do I have a boyfriend. I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m single.”

Xie Cheng:

What is this frog chirping about?

Maintaining his principle of being polite and treating fools with kindness, Xie Cheng pulled down his sleeves and dropped a pile of blood-stained crystal cores onto the floor. He spoke simply: “I am Xie Cheng.”

Jiang Yi nodded vigorously.

Which ‘Cheng’ is it?

He didn’t dare ask, mentally cycling through every character with that pronunciation. Asking too much during a first meeting would be abrupt. And abrupt people were often disliked.

The small attic suddenly fell quiet, but neither of the two men felt awkward.

Xie Cheng remained composed. He used some of the stored water to wash his hands, then found a few bowls in the cupboard. He walked over to the bubbling pot and handed one to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi followed him like a lost puppy the entire time. Seeing Xie Cheng about to sit down, he hurried to pull the folded quilt over for him.

When Xie Cheng looked at him, Jiang Yi just grinned.

Good grief…

Staring at that foolish expression, Xie Cheng found himself unable to say anything harsh. He lowered his head and ladled out a bowl of hot soup.

Jiang Yi continued to stare dotingly at his face.

“Serve yourself,” Xie Cheng said, handing him the ladle.

“Thank you Immo, thank you, Xie Cheng.”

Jiang Yi’s ears turned red. He leaned over to ladle the soup, nearly burying his face in the pot. Under the rising steam, his entire face turned a flushed crimson.

“Are you so hungry you want to eat the pot too?” Xie Cheng couldn’t help but ask, his expression hard to describe.

“No, no!” Jiang Yi jerked his head up, nearly spilling the soup in his hands.

Xie Cheng ignored him, blowing away the dried vegetable leaves floating on the surface and taking small sips of the soup.

In the harsh reality of the apocalypse, food and water were scarce. For many ordinary people, a bowl of salty soup with dried leaves was a luxury. Xie Cheng had experienced worlds far more extreme than this and didn’t find it difficult.

However, 222 had added a bunch of random ingredients to the instant noodle soup, making it taste quite strange. Taking small sips felt like a slow execution. Xie Cheng finished it off without changing his expression.

Jiang Yi watched him secretly. He lifted his large bowl, moved it to his lips, and mimicked Xie Cheng’s drinking style, gulping it down in large mouthfuls.

“Cough, cough, cough—”

Something got stuck in his throat. Jiang Yi set the bowl down and pounded his chest.

Xie Cheng took a deep breath, exhaled, and glanced at him. “Do you usually swallow your food whole without chewing?”

“No.”

Jiang Yi widened his eyes. His eyes, which naturally had soft curves and slightly drooping corners, looked wet and shimmering when widened like this—like two translucent, deep-brown gems.

He looked innocent and aggrieved.

He stole a glance at his bowl. Several chunks of meat were settled at the bottom of the noodle soup. Now that the soup was lower, they were visible.

Meat?

Does the immortal eat… human meat?

Eating people isn’t good, right?

Jiang Yi’s gaze drifted away, cautiously scanning the attic. Sure enough, the corpse he had seen before passing out was gone.

Incredibly, Xie Cheng somehow understood the absurd thought in his head. He held back his irritation and explained: “It’s some beef that was stored in the fridge.”

Jiang Yi’s shoulders relaxed. “Oh, oh.”

“I don’t eat meat often. You have it.”

Jiang Yi held the bowl obediently. “Okay.”

****

The pot of soup was soon empty. Xie Cheng set his bowl on the floor and stood up to continue packing his belongings.

He had no idea that in Jiang Yi’s eyes, his image had transformed from a “human-eating immortal” to an “immortal who drinks celestial dew.”

The attic looked small, but it held many resources. Xie Cheng piled them in one place, knowing they wouldn’t fit in his backpack.

Buy a portable storage space, Xie Cheng told 222.

New Team Leader, a portable space costs 300 points.

Do it.

222 looked at the countless zeros in Xie Cheng’s account, its entire body turning into a giant “O.” It quickly deducted the points.

Ding! Portable storage space has been received. Restricted for use in this plane only.

A glowing pattern soon appeared on Xie Cheng’s wrist. It was in the shape of a blooming hydrangea. To maintain the character setting, a certain system would stop at nothing.

Xie Cheng didn’t care about such trivial details. Using his will, he moved the supplies into the space. When he turned around, he was met with Jiang Yi’s shocked face.

Behind him, the pots and bowls were clean, the quilts were neatly folded, and the fire had been extinguished.

Xie Cheng hadn’t planned on hiding the fact that he was a “flower” rather than a human from Jiang Yi. An ability user from the Rising Sun Base was essentially free labor—it would be a waste not to use him. But judging by his reaction, maybe he was overdoing it.

“So amazing,” Jiang Yi marveled.

The flower bud on Xie Cheng’s forehead was half-hidden in his long hair, making Jiang Yi’s hands itch to touch it. He mentally recited several quotes about being a proper gentleman and hid his hands in his sleeves.

“It’s dangerous outside.”

Jiang Yi guessed that Xie Cheng wanted to leave and was already acting on it. He started to stammer, ” I’m strong and healthy. I can fight, fight a lot of zombies. Could you…”

“Out with it,” Xie Cheng said impatiently.

Jiang Yi’s eyes sparkled. “Could you take me with you?”

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