The Cannon Fodder 'Seme' is the Center of Attention Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 14

The Alpha seemed even more anxious than he was; his upper body leaned forward slightly, and the hand gripping the back of the driver’s seat was so tight that veins actually bulged.

His other hand still gripped his phone. His knuckle accidentally brushed the power button on the side, and the screen, which had finally gone dark, lit up again. It revealed a pair of black and white sneakers amidst a large expanse of yellow and green leaves.

Su Jingyi frowned. “You”

“What is it?” Gu Shiyu had already sat back. Upon hearing this, the gaze he turned toward Su Jingyi was calm and indifferent, as if the person who had been more anxious than Su Jingyi to make the driver turn around a moment ago was not him.

“Nothing.” It took several seconds for Su Jingyi to squeeze out those three dry words amidst a tangle of chaotic thoughts. After speaking, he turned his head to look out the window, only to turn back less than two seconds later.

He still could not quite figure it out. “Why did you tell the driver to turn around?!”

Gu Shiyu remained unfazed. “Did you not want the driver to turn around?”

He indeed wanted the driver to turn around and find Li Qingran; he just had not expected that Gu Shiyu would issue the command before he did.

Had the Alpha not wanted him to get close to Li Qingran before? To that end, he had even sped all the way from the banquet to the hotel, bringing up his father and grandfather, preferring to let him rage and go crazy just to bring him back from Li Qingran’s side.

Why was he so reasonable today, taking the initiative to help him meet Li Qingran?

Su Jingyi muttered suspiciously in his heart. His round apricot eyes narrowed slowly, his gaze at Gu Shiyu filled with wariness and doubt:

“Did my father say something to you?!”

Gu Shiyu turned off his phone screen and let out a slow breath:

“Why would you think that?”

“Otherwise, why would you be so kind?!”

Su Jingyi did not believe it. “You could not possibly be planning to use this opportunity to find out my Gege’s exact address, then forcibly take him away when I am not looking, and use that to threaten me into getting engaged to you, right?”

Gu Shiyu: “No.”

Su Jingyi: “!!!”

Silence spread rapidly between the two.

Su Jingyi saw Gu Shiyu’s eyebrows slowly arch. In the next second, a clear sneer escaped his thin lips:

“Have you considered becoming a screenwriter for short dramas?”

Su Jingyi: “What do you mean by that?”

“It means nothing,” Gu Shiyu leaned back against the seat, wearing his usual calm and steady smile that Su Jingyi detested. “I just think you are quite suited for that profession.”

He paused, then before Su Jingyi could flare up again, he continued:

“I am not as bored as you imagine. I simply wanted to find pleasure in helping others. I could not exactly let him die inside your phone, could I?

“Besides,” Gu Shiyu turned to look at Su Jingyi, “do you really think I do not know where you have hidden him?”

When one truly wants to find someone, is there really no way to find them? Or is there even a possibility that he does not even need to take the initiative to look now?

The Alpha, with his legs crossed, wore a pair of rimless gold glasses. With black hair and black eyes, the gaze he cast on Su Jingyi was calm to the point of coldness. He still held his phone, but between his well-defined fingers, the screen was dark. Only the streetlights outside flickered over him as they sped past, and for a moment, it seemed as if even his expression turned unreadable.

Su Jingyi slowly gripped his phone tighter.

But before the alarm bells could scream in his brain, he saw Gu Shiyu smile at him. The dangerous aura that had surrounded him vanished completely with that smile. In the blink of an eye, the Alpha returned to his usual cold self:

“It was just a joke, do not be afraid. I can guarantee that I will absolutely never use him to threaten you into an engagement. Never.”

Su Jingyi’s lips moved; he seemed to want to respond to Gu Shiyu’s mysterious guarantee, but in the end, he said nothing. He only looked down at the phone that Li Qingran had quickly hung up after that groan. A flash of confusion passed through his round eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. The Omega’s amber eyes grew deep once more.

Threats were useless.

In this life, he would only be with Li Qingran. Likewise, Li Qingran could only be with him!

The black vehicle continued to speed along the wide road. The night grew darker. The driver thoughtfully turned on the ceiling light. The orange glow poured down instantly, falling into the gap between the two in the backseat, flowing into a river destined to divide the two banks as the shadows shifted.

Li Qingran was drenched, looking as if he had just been fished out of a river.

He was indeed taking a cold shower. The icy water flowed from his head to his feet, clearing his mind somewhat, yet his body remained burning hot.

888 was still screaming in his head:

[Host, are you all right? Can your body hold on? The suppressant is on the way! Five minutes, you only need to hold on for five more minutes!]

888 was refreshing the delivery interface sixty times per second. Li Qingran, who had already emerged from the bathroom, did not care about the exact location of the suppressant. He was only curious:

“Did you not say that as a cannon fodder, I would not have a rut?”

[This kind of plot seasoning, which exists purely for emotional exchange, is only emphasized for the protagonists. As for a cannon fodder, especially one who appears a few times at the beginning and then quickly clocks out, there should not be a special period like a rut. So the Host does not need to worry about accidentally marking the Protagonist Shou during your interactions due to the influence of a rut.]

This was what 888 had patted its chest and guaranteed before they entered this world.

So what was going on with him now? Simple arousal?

Li Qingran expressionlessly stuffed ice cubes into his mouth. His teeth crunched against the transparent shards, making a sound that made 888’s virtual scalp tingle.

[I am not quite sure about this either, but Host, do not worry. I have already sent the question to the Main System. This should be a plot bug and should be fixed soon. At the very least, the suppressant is already on the way. Three minutes, it will be here in three minutes!]

888 tried hard to soothe Li Qingran’s emotions, but the Alpha in his rut only felt that the mechanical voice in his ear was noisy as hell.

Bug? Has this world not had enough bugs already?

Li Qingran let out a light chuckle. Under the piercing light, his dark irises became even gloomier.

888 felt a bit apprehensive. For some reason, it was somewhat afraid of the current Li Qingran; it felt as if he was filled with dangerous, uncertain factors that would explode completely with the slightest slip. This unease made it speak again:

[Actually, Host, you do not need to be especially angry. Usually, for worlds with bugs like this, task-takers receive extra rich rewards after completing the mission. I heard about a task-taker who directly received a planet. After retiring, they spent their time farming and raising dinosaurs. It was so pleasant and free.]

It emphasized the word “free” and immediately looked at Li Qingran with expectation, only to see the Alpha’s calm, indifferent expression.

Li Qingran boredly swirled the ice cup on the table with his finger, his eyelashes lowered to hide his darkening eyes:

“So compensation only comes after the mission is over.”

His voice was very light and his tone was calm, but 888 detected a hint of sarcasm and weariness in that flat voice. Weariness of this world. And weariness of this mission.

This kind of emotion is a taboo for task-takers and is destructively dangerous for the system assisting them. If a task-taker ends an ongoing mission in an extreme way, they might only need to pass through two or three punishment worlds, but the system truly has to be sent back for recycling. In severe cases, they might not even be eligible for rebuilding.

888 had come to the Cannon Fodder Department to be lazy, not to be lazy unto death. Its heart grew more panicked. For a moment, before its brain could think, the words slipped out:

[Not necessarily. Occasionally there are compensations during the mission. For example, the plot restrictions on the task-taker might be loosened. Or, once bugs reach a certain level, the task-taker might even be able to]

The mechanical, flat voice cut off abruptly. It was unclear if it realized it had said something it should not have, or if someone had hurriedly cut its mic before it could spit out more hidden mission rules.

Fingertips dripping with water slid a damp trail across the dark jade bar counter. The living room was deathly quiet.

Buzz

Li Qingran’s phone vibrated.

He looked down; it was the suppressant 888 had bought for him. The delivery person likely did not want to interact with an Alpha in a rut; they had left it at the door, snapped a photo, and immediately departed.

Li Qingran rose slowly and walked toward the door. His body was still burning, and his emotions were clearly agitated, yet his mind was unprecedentedly clear.

What did it mean for the plot restrictions to be loosened? If there were too many bugs, what could the task-taker “even be able to” do? And how many bugs would be needed to cause that?

A loud horn seemed to sound downstairs, followed immediately by the urgent ringing of the doorbell.

His suppressant was still outside.

The Alpha stood before the grey-black door and blinked slowly twice. Then he placed his hand on the doorknob and pressed down firmly.

The hallway lights had already lit up the entire foyer the moment the horn sounded, yet they failed to spill further into the Alpha’s opened doorway.

The room was pitch black. A rich scent of ice and snow seemed to be born from the darkness, rushing out frantically the moment the door opened. It made the person at the door shiver instinctively, and even the chestnut-colored cowlick on top of their head trembled twice.

Pitiful. Helpless. Looking so easy to bully.

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