The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

After a quick dinner, Qi Ming and the others headed back to the dorm. No sooner had the door clicked shut than a rhythmic “knock, knock, knock” sounded from the hallway.

“Hyung, I will get it!”

Jin Youxing volunteered, dashing to the door with his pink shirt half-removed and stuck at his elbows, his upper body bare. Seeing the man outside in a sharp suit, he let out a cry of surprise.

“Ah, Manager-hyung!”

At that moment, Qi Ming was crouching in front of the shared metal wardrobe, rummaging for clean clothes. Sensing the commotion, he glanced back before standing up to walk over.

Catching sight of the transparent storage box in Yoon So’s arms, Qi Ming felt a premonition of bad luck. Sure enough, he heard the man speak.

“Hard work on the training today, everyone. According to company policy, I am here to collect your belongings. For this month, your phones and snacks will be kept by me.”

“No way! I specifically brought so many potato chips and shrimp crackers!” Opening his suitcase, Jin Youxing looked at the abundance of puffed snacks inside, his face a picture of reluctance.

Cui Yuxuan’s expression, however, turned extremely sour. He stuffed his phone deep into his pocket and questioned sharply.

“On what grounds are you confiscating them? Is it in the company contract? You do not have the right.”

“Article one of the contract: unconditionally obey the company’s rules and regulations. During the training period, trainees are not permitted to use mobile phones or eat any food outside the cafeteria menu. These are our company’s regulations.”

After saying this, Yoon So lightly adjusted his glasses, signaling them not to waste time. Ignoring Cui Yuxuan’s indignant glare, he looked first at Qi Ming, hoping the eldest would set an example.

To Qi Ming, being unable to use a phone was not important. He had already arranged a caregiver for his grandfather; he could afford to be out of touch for a month.

However, the snacks he brought, a whole jar of grape-flavored lollipops, were his absolute favorite. Life was bitter enough; he just wanted something sweet.

Despite his inner thoughts, Qi Ming showed nothing on the surface.

In everyone’s eyes, he did not hesitate. He thrust the jar of candy into Yoon So’s arms, his voice sounding somewhat mournful.

“Yoon-ge, please protect them. I am counting on you.”

Yoon So: “…” Wait, what does he mean by ‘protect’? Does he think I am going to steal and eat them?

But the boy’s expression looked so incredibly sincere that Yoon So did not have the heart to retort. As if receiving a precious family heirloom, he promised with a solemn face.

“Alright, I will.”

This solemn handover ceremony almost made Cui Yuxuan burst out laughing. Sometimes, he really felt that Hyung was a very childish person, childishly cute.

After this, the process of surrendering phones and snacks became exceptionally smooth. Cui Yuxuan did not voice any more dissatisfaction. After all, if Qi Ming even gave up his favorite candy, he could not continue to throw a tantrum.

“Are you sure everything has been handed over?”

Before leaving, Yoon So threw out this question. His tone was intriguing, and his gaze lingered meaningfully on a certain spot.

Tightening his palm, Cui Yuxuan hid his hand behind his back and nodded along with the others, indicating everything was turned in. Hearing the door close, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking this scene in, Qi Ming said nothing and began to take off his shirt. Before his head was even out of the collar, he was startled by a sudden voice beside him.

“Whoa! Hyung, you actually have chest muscles!”

Jin Youxing, who had been bare-chested since the start, saw Qi Ming undressing and ran over excitedly, shouting in envy.

“I do not have any at all! How did you train for this?”

Having danced since childhood, Jin Youxing’s physique actually surpassed most of his peers. At fifteen, he had standard six-pack abs. However, he had a small frame and low body fat; his chest was particularly flat, almost like a bare plot of land with two tiny pink beans.

Qi Ming did not stop his movements upon hearing Jin Youxing’s words. He crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pulled his head through the collar.

Under his strength, the shirt was slightly deformed, stretched between his arms to reveal a broad back and slightly protruding shoulder blades. Like the rising waves of a surging sea, every inch of muscle was an oil painting of power and aesthetic lines.

When dressed, Qi Ming smiled so gently, like a white camellia blooming leisurely on a branch. He radiated a mild atmosphere with a sweet fragrance that made people unconsciously intoxicated, drawing them closer step by step.

But at this moment, Qi Ming had no smile. He glanced sideways, and a few strands of black hair that had been pushed back slid down to interlace with his lowered eyelashes.

Standing behind Jin Youxing, Cui Yuxuan felt as if a wad of cotton soaked in alcohol had been stuffed down his throat, making it impossible to produce a sound.

He felt the oxygen around him being instantly drained, his brain dizzy as if suffocating. The composure he had while questioning Yoon So vanished, replaced by a heart full of palpitations.

At no moment could Cui Yuxuan be more aware than now: Qi Ming-ge was different from him. He was a complete adult.

Cui Yuxuan did not know what others thought, but he could not help but begin to guess boldly. Perhaps, this was the real Qi Ming. This sharp, flamboyant, and aggressive beauty and sexiness was the true essence of this man.

He was the definition of beauty.

He was intoxicating, deep red liquor and tempting, snow-white camellia. All of this was like a vortex, deeply attracting Cui Yuxuan.

Attracting the heart of a young boy.

That thin piece of clothing, much like the smile on Qi Ming’s face, was like a restrictive shackle hiding his true self. Cui Yuxuan’s subconscious told him that he wanted to personally remove those shackles, yet he understood clearly that he was not yet qualified.

He needed to become stronger.

“Do not be envious. When little You grows up, you will naturally have them too.”

After folding his clothes, Qi Ming’s eyes curved as he began to tease the kid. Unfortunately, the kid was very easy to fool.

“Really? Then I need to grow up quickly. I want to be as handsome as Hyung too.”

Reaching out, Jin Youxing was eager to try.

“Hyung, can I…” let me touch them.

“No, you cannot.”

Ruthlessly cutting off Jin Youxing’s unfinished sentence, Qi Ming took a towel dampened with water and began to wipe his upper body.

As he passed by the motionless Cui Yuxuan, Qi Ming leaned in and whispered a question in his ear.

“Xuan, what are you holding in your hand?”

Seeing the boy reflexively shiver and unconsciously pull his arm behind his back, Qi Ming hung the towel around his neck. There was a hint of interest in his emerald phoenix eyes as he stepped closer.

For every step Qi Ming took forward, Cui Yuxuan took a step back until his spine hit the metal wardrobe door with a loud “thud.”

They were so close that Cui Yuxuan could smell the scent on the young man. In an instant, he thought of the rich aroma of caramel coffee.

He was met with a slight bitterness, yet there were threads of sweetness entwined within, adding tenderness and temptation to this intensity. Cui Yuxuan could not tell if he was bewitched by this scent or if he was simply unable to refuse anything from the other party.

He suddenly closed his eyes, not daring to look at another inch of Qi Ming’s skin. Yet, in Cui Yuxuan’s dark vision, the image he had just glimpsed remained branded.

A few transparent drops of water rolled down from the hollow of Qi Ming’s collarbone, licking across the undulating hills of muscle. Meeting obstacles, they bumped slightly before falling directly to the floor.

Cui Yuxuan even felt that the water drops must have entered his eyes; otherwise, how could he see so clearly, as if through a magnifying glass?

Now, is Hyung looking at him?

If only that water had entered his mouth, his throat would not be smoking with dryness like this.

Cui Yuxuan thought silently.

“Clang!” The sound of the metal door closing exploded in his ear, scaring him into snapping his eyes open. In his view, Qi Ming held a black sports headband and looked at him with a light laugh.

“Are you that scared? If you do not want to say it, forget it. I will not force you.”

“No, no, I want to tell you.”

“Alright, speak.”

At this time, Qi Ming’s gaze no longer rested on Cui Yuxuan. He raised his hand to push the hair back from his forehead again and put on the black headband, completely revealing his deep and sharp features.

Just as he lowered his hand, Qi Ming suddenly felt something pressed into his palm. It was the hard touch of plastic. He looked down to see a pack of dried pork.

“The cafeteria food does not seem to suit Hyung’s taste, and you took so little food later. I was afraid Hyung would be hungry at night, so… so…”

Biting his lip, Cui Yuxuan did not know how to explain his behavior. No matter what he said, it felt awkward. When did he become so sentimental?

“So little Xuan secretly hid a pack of meat to give to me, right?” Instead of letting Cui Yuxuan continue to stammer, Qi Ming finished the sentence for him.

“…Yes.”

“Oh, why are you so cute? If you keep this up, I might fall in love with Yuxuan.”

Hooking an arm around Cui Yuxuan’s neck, Qi Ming vigorously rubbed the dog’s head. His voice carried a hint of distress, but his expression was the complete opposite, full of happiness and satisfaction.

This was the first time Qi Ming had called him by his full name. Cui Yuxuan heard every word perfectly, including the word “love.”

Even though Qi Ming’s Korean was as standard as it could be, his brain could not temporarily comprehend the meaning. However, his heart took the lead, thumping uncontrollably and accelerating faster and faster.

“Although I already liked little Xuan a lot because you are truly a good boy.”

Releasing his grip, Qi Ming leaned against the wardrobe. He picked up a quick-dry sports jacket and threw it on, covering that stretch of fair abdominal muscle.

Cui Yuxuan’s heartbeat slowed down.

Ah, so it was that kind of “love”?

Blinking rapidly, Cui Yuxuan tried to relieve the dryness in his eyes. Did he not know already? Other than the love of an older brother for a younger brother, what else could it be? They were both boys.

Hyung was so handsome; he must surely like the kind of beautiful sisters with hot bodies, right?

“Hyung, you are so biased. Do you not like little You? Why do you only focus on Yuxuan? Look at me too, okay?”

Since a moment ago, Jin Youxing had been in a state of strange silence. He had wanted to say it for a long time. In the cafeteria, Qi Ming-ge would always unconsciously ignore him and Bian He, focusing his attention on Cui Yuxuan.

Moreover, Hyung would take the initiative to talk to him, his voice so gentle and his smile so beautiful. It was as if, besides Cui Yuxuan, the two of them were just insignificant extras, mere pets the other would play with whenever he had a spare moment.

No, Jin Youxing knew very well that this thought was wrong. In the evening, Hyung had even given him his kimbap to eat. How could anyone hate eating kimbap? This must have been specially given to him by Hyung. Jin Youxing was just a little sad because Hyung seemed to truly like Cui Yuxuan more.

“Eh? Is little You jealous?”

Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on Qi Ming’s face. But within a few seconds, his eyes curved into a smile, making Jin Youxing pout in annoyance.

“I am jealous, and yet you are laughing!”

“Why can I not laugh? Is little You like this because you like me?”

“Ah? I, I, I…”

“I am very happy.”

“…I do like Hyung. Hyung is very good.”

“Alright, stop the praise. I do not want to laugh anymore; my face hurts. Whoa, Xuan, what are you doing?”

“Did Hyung not say his face hurts? I am massaging it.”

“That is too much force! It hurts more!”

“Fine, fine. We still have class tonight. Let us go.”

After the three went out, Bian He, who was in the corner, loosened his grip. A pack of cod sausages fell to the floor. He leaned over to pick it up, slowly brushing off the non-existent dust.

Cui Yuxuan.

What exactly was so special about him that Qi Ming would put in such effort? Why could it not be him? Bian He did not need the other party to spend any effort at all.

As long as Qi Ming crooked a finger and looked at him, he would be a dog for the man.

The one who met Qi Ming first was clearly himself. But Hyung seemed to have forgotten him.

His muse forgot him.