The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

The room was thick with darkness. A faint shuffling sound came from the headboard, and a second later, the smooth notes of blue-toned jazz began to flow.

The passionate yet lazy blare of a trumpet, mingled with the swaying melody of a saxophone, instantly jolted the person lying face down on the bed awake. He opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of the man sitting by the bedside.

Broad, full back muscles expanded as the man leaned forward. Even the red scratch marks on the surface turned into twisted, interlacing crimson lines. It was a jarring reminder of last night’s intense, lingering, and soul-stirring entanglement.

“Why do you suddenly want to listen to music?”

Gritting his teeth to endure the soreness in his waist, he crawled on his knees onto the man’s lap. Tilting his head back, he gazed obsessively at that exquisite face. Even in the deepest night, nothing could erase the dazzling, defiant vibrance of that red hair.

Crackle.

Biting down on the lollipop in his mouth, Qi Ming lowered his eyes to glance at the person beneath him, replying indifferently, “I felt like listening, so I played it.”

If you are that easily woken up, then it is your own fault.

He did not care at all that the other person had slept for less than an hour before being shocked awake by the blaring record. After speaking, Qi Ming closed his eyes. Propping his palms on the sheets behind him, he tilted his head to the winding melody, humming softly. Compared to the psychedelic electronic and space rock currently popular in the Interstellar era, Qi Ming still preferred this vintage, rustic jazz. It was played by humans, not an artificial intelligence program.

The white candy stick was being ground incessantly between his teeth. A moment later, the red-haired man took the paper stick out of his mouth and pressed it against the lips that were quietly leaning in.

“What are you doing?”

His tone sounded casual. But upon hearing it, the person below immediately fell to the floor in a panic, hugging Qi Ming’s calves and apologizing repeatedly.

“I am sorry, I did not mean to. I forgot I needed your permission. I was wrong. I just, I just suddenly really wanted to kiss you.”

Taking in that helpless face, Qi Ming flicked his fingertip, using the candy stick to pry open the other’s lips. Following the naturally parting mouth, he stirred it around haphazardly.

“Is that so? Did you not get enough kissing earlier?”

The other man’s skin left a deep red mark just from being grazed by the silver ring on Qi Ming’s index finger. The faces of these rich Omegas sure are delicate! It was almost sickening to look at.

“Ugh. You, did you not say you really liked my aircraft? I will give it to you, okay?”

Because of Qi Ming’s movements, he struggled to articulate his words. Clear saliva escaped the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the wooden floor. Pushing the person away with a look of disgust, Qi Ming did not even look as he tossed the candy stick into a distant trash can.

Ignoring the lingering, longing gaze the other person cast toward the bin, he stood up and stretched his arms, moving his spine. He was not used to sleeping on such a soft mattress; he still preferred a hard wooden board.

Truly the fate of a poor man.

“I do not like it anymore.”

Picking up his leather jacket from the floor, Qi Ming put it on while walking toward the door, indifferently dropping a final sentence.

“Off the clock. Bye-bye.”

“Wait!”

Scrambling to his feet, the man ran over naked. He hugged Qi Ming’s waist, stammering incoherently, “Brother Qi, you clearly said you liked me last night. You said I was different from other customers, that I was more beautiful than the brightest star in the universe.”

You actually believe talk in bed? I have not even seen what the most beautiful star looks like.

“Yes, yes. So, welcome back next time.”

Nodding perfunctorily, Qi Ming pulled a white business card from his leather jacket pocket and stuffed it into the man’s mouth, silencing the rest of his nonsense.

“Call me when your aircraft breaks down.”

The card was handwritten with a black felt-tip pen in a chic, unrestrained script. It read:

Mechanist: Qi Ming > Contact: 88888888888 > Scope of Business: Repairs and Labor

Qi Ming liked this optical computer ID. He had forgotten which customer gave it to him. Whatever, it was someone unimportant. But it really was a money-magnet. Since Qi Ming’s business had been booming lately, many people sought him out for aircraft repairs, and the income was substantial.

“But,” the man started, knowing the appointments were already overflowing.

Bang!

The door closed, and Qi Ming’s ears were finally at peace. The lingering warmth from the silver necklace between his collarbones was scattered by the night wind, hitting his chest and making him shiver. The black short-sleeved shirt he had been wearing underneath had been shredded by that guy.

As expected of the street-stall junk Qi Ming bought for the huge sum of 30 Star Credits, the quality was garbage. Rich people just do not know how to save; what is with the constant tearing of clothes? He looked so quiet and refined, yet he acted like a hungry wolf, biting as soon as he got close. Qi Ming was just a Beta; he did not even have a gland on his neck.

Feeling the ring of bite marks on the side of his neck, Qi Ming casually checked his device interface, which was covered in dense red dots. He was not very satisfied with this customer. Next time, he would have to switch to someone better; at least someone who did not gnaw on him like a dog.

Just then, a call came in. Qi Ming answered.

“Brother Qi, when are you going to start using video calls? You are so rich now, why are you still using this old-fashioned voice chat?”

“Crap. I need to save money. What use is video?”

Qi Ming pulled the zipper of his leather jacket up to his collar, shoved his hands in his pockets, and started looking for food on the street. Seriously, it is the year 3128, so why is this planet still so dilapidated? There is not even a decent restaurant open in the middle of the night. Not to mention any hope for a high-end nebula holographic projection restaurant.

“Aww, without seeing your face, I can barely finish half a bowl of rice.”

“Oh, sure. I bet you can still eat five and a half bowls.”

“Uh, Brother Qi, did, did your work end?”

He actually wanted to ask whose bed Qi Ming had just climbed out of, but he did not dare. He knew the other would get angry. Qi Ming hated people meddling in his work affairs, let alone that kind of business. He would definitely be subjected to the cold shoulder for a long time. He could not stand even a second of that.

“Mm.”

Qi Ming hummed a vague syllable, his gaze scanning the shops along the street. Suddenly, his sharp eyes spotted a breakfast stall that had just opened. His dark green eyes sparkled slightly as he jogged over. Stooping to enter the extremely narrow shop, Qi Ming met an ordinary, plain face. It was a middle-aged female Beta running the breakfast shop alone.

Seeing someone enter, the woman frantically wiped the flour off her palms onto her apron and said flusteredly, “Sorr, sorry, customer, I have not started cooking yet.”

Straightening up, Qi Ming curled his eyes and smiled. “It is okay. Can you make me a basket of custard buns first, Sister? I have been craving them for a long time.”

Those dark green eyes were like emeralds melted into water, hiding bits of laughter that no one could refuse.

“Of course, of course. Wait a moment, I will make them for you right away.”

With her cheeks flushing red, the female Beta nodded dizzily. Her steps felt like she was drunk as she instantly floated into the kitchen. With a lingering smile on his face, Qi Ming heard the exaggerated screaming from the other end of the line. He sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and whispered, “What is it, Xiao Wu? Have you been captured by me too?”

“Yikes! Brother Qi, you really flirt everywhere you go! Is the entire Interstellar population your potential client base?”

Xiao Wu skillfully dodged the question. Yes, from the first moment he saw Qi Ming, he had been firmly captured, unable to escape ever again.

“Not really. I still have requirements.”

Their family assets must be at least five planets or more, right?

The two chatted idly until Qi Ming finally got to eat his beloved custard buns, which were shaped like rabbits. He looked up, winked at the female owner, and gave a serious thumbs up.

“Delicious.”

Amused by Qi Ming’s expression, she was no longer as nervous as before and teased him gently, “Look at you, you have not even taken a bite yet!”

“Hey, they look delicious, do they not?”

Eating the jade rabbit buns in one bite, Qi Ming lazily narrowed his eyes, enjoyably licking the custard filling from the corner of his lips. So sweet. Satisfying.

Quietly glancing at the red-haired man who was focused on eating, the female owner reluctantly turned back to the kitchen. She still had many breakfast items to prepare. Today was a lucky day. Meeting such a sweet person made her feel like all the fatigue of waking up early had been swept away.

“Brother Qi, I picked up a package for you.”

“Did I not tell you not to pick up packages randomly?”

Taking a sip of the large bowl of soy milk provided for free by the owner, Qi Ming furrowed his brows, his voice turning cold. Besides Xiao Wu, almost no one should know his address.

“Do not be mad! It is not a private package. It was sent by a game company called Boundless.”

Hearing that word, Qi Ming recalled something. While surfing the Star Net earlier, he had seen a game advertisement saying they were drawing ten closed beta spots and giving away a full set of gaming equipment for free. Since it was free, Qi Ming had gladly participated. His luck had always been pretty good; maybe he really did manage to score some freebies.

“Leave it at your place for now. I will come get it later.”

“Okay, okay!”

The call was hung up. Xiao Wu ran around the living room several times before calming his excitement. Looking down at his pajamas, he frantically ran into the bedroom and started rummaging through his clothes.

After finishing breakfast, Qi Ming looked at the shop’s outdated equipment, left a few paper Star Credits on the table, and walked out with his hands in his pockets. By the time the female Beta ran out with change, the tall figure had already vanished from the street.

Walking leisurely to Xiao Wu’s house, Qi Ming pressed the doorbell. Before he could even lower his hand, the door swished open. What met his eyes was a handsome youth dressed in a formal suit.

Qi Ming stayed silent for a moment. He glanced at the sky, which had not even brightened yet, and asked with a twitching lip, “So, which banquet are you planning to attend?”

Facing Qi Ming’s speechless gaze, Xiao Wu awkwardly scratched the back of his head and explained with a grin, “Hehe, is it not because it is rare for you to grace me with your presence? I had to dress up. Anyway, I have nowhere else to wear this suit. Who would invite a nobody like me to a banquet?”

Unbelievable. It is the middle of the night. Who are you wearing that for?

Pushing past the person blocking the door, Qi Ming strode into the house. He scanned the surroundings like he owned the place and nodded with satisfaction. Good, it finally does not look like a dog’s kennel.

Qi Ming actually had a rather severe case of mysophobia. It had once shocked Xiao Wu that his Brother Qi had the kind of eccentric habit usually reserved for the rich on major planets. This cleanliness extended not only to his living environment but also to his choice of bed partners. The other party had to be a virgin, regardless of front or back. This was Qi Ming’s prerequisite for work. Even though he was poor, he still hated using things that others had already played with.

Moreover, Qi Ming’s mysophobia was selective; it depended entirely on his mood and could be described as the height of capriciousness. If you wanted to get along with him, you had to endure it. If you showed even a hint of dissatisfaction, Qi Ming would be unhappy. And when he was unhappy, he loved using the cold shoulder. It was miserable for others.

Xiao Wu felt like a masochist sometimes. But if it were not for this, he would not be qualified to be Qi Ming’s only childhood friend. He had always been proud of this identity.

Lifting his arm, Xiao Wu’s nostrils flared as he secretly sniffed. Just now, when Qi Ming pushed him aside, his fingertips had brushed his arm.

Mmm, Brother Qi really went to eat custard buns again. So fragrant. I really want to lick it.

But he restrained himself. Over the years, restraint was the one thing Xiao Wu had become exceptionally good at.