The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Jiang Zhien, a student at a girls’ high school in Gangnam, Seoul, was originally a most ordinary student. Her daily life followed a set routine: from school to cram school, then back home, so mundane it failed to stir even a single ripple.

That was until the day she met her “Angel.” From then on, she gained a new identity: a fangirl. More precisely, she became one of the thousands of “Morning Stars.”

“Nana, the Oppas’ group is coming to Seoul for their tour this weekend! Are you free? Come with me!”

Lim Yuna felt a bit helpless as she watched her usually quiet and introverted best friend. Whenever the girl mentioned her “Oppa,” her eyes would sparkle with excitement. She caught hold of her friend’s jumping figure and pointed out the most critical issue.

“I am definitely free, but aren’t tickets for a Lumos concert incredibly hard to get? I heard that for the previous shows, even the seating colors did not show up before they were gone in seconds.”

“Hehe, I used a professional buyer this time. I was super lucky; she grabbed two front-row floor seats for me!”

“Daebak! Then you must have spent a lot of money. The buyer’s fee must have been expensive, right?”

“Money is not the issue. I placed in the top three of my class recently, and my mom rewarded me with some pocket money. Aigoo, just thinking about being able to see my Qi Ming-ge with my own eyes makes the money feel worth it.”

Daily, Lim Yuna heard Jiang Zhien talk about how her Oppa had startling beauty, a superb physique, an angelic voice, and an incomparably gentle personality. However, Yuna did not have much of a sense of reality regarding it. She felt it was all due to her friend’s “fan filter.” How could such a perfect man exist in the world?

However, even for someone like Lim Yuna who never followed celebrities, the name Lumos was not unfamiliar. Who would have thought that four years ago, they were just an obscure boy group?

During a music show, Lumos appeared before the nation with their debut song, “Shine On.” Initially, it was just a tiny flame flickering in a corner. But very quickly, this spark, carried by the winds of the internet, spread like a wildfire.

After the program aired, the play count for that debut song on music platforms skyrocketed. On social media, stage videos edited by fans flew like snowflakes, and the heat of the topics regarding the four of them continued to climb.

In the four years that followed, Lumos constantly experimented with various musical styles. Every new album release attracted a massive crowd of fans. By the third year, their new songs would quickly occupy the top spots on several music charts upon release. The play count for the lead single’s music video was even more staggering, surpassing ten million views in less than a day.

On Twitter, the follower count for Lumos’s official account had surpassed 30 million. Any update posted about new album preparations could trigger over five million interactions within a single day.

As the leader, Qi Ming’s popularity was in a league of its own. His individual account followers had already surpassed the group’s, currently crossing the 40 million mark.

The day before Lumos’s Seoul concert, a tall man wandered in front of a counter at a convenience store in a commercial district. He was wrapped up tightly. Beneath a dark gray baseball cap, he wore a pair of black cat-eye sunglasses and a pure black sun-protection mask.

The cashier could only see his fair, slender hand moving back and forth among a pile of colorful lollipops. On his pinky finger, he wore a silver bone ring. Every time she thought he had finally made up his mind to pull out a candy, the man would suddenly change his mind, retract his hand, and continue to hesitate.

Anyone who did not know better would think he was choosing a diamond worth a thousand pieces of gold.

“Sir, why do you not just buy both the grape and watermelon flavors? I think they probably do not cost very much money.”

Unsure if the person before her was short on funds, the cashier girl tried to suggest tentatively. Even without seeing his face, she could conclude from his clothing and physique that he was definitely a handsome man. What should she do? She felt even more pity for a handsome man who was so short on cash that he had to hesitate for minutes over a lollipop.

Hearing her words, Qi Ming froze for a few seconds. He blinked, realizing the other person thought he was stalling because he had no money. He gave a soft laugh and pulled out both flavors of lollipops.

“They truly do not cost much money. Thank you for the reminder. Then, this candy is for you, Miss Cashier.”

After paying, Qi Ming said this and placed the watermelon lollipop into the girl’s palm. However, she had no time to worry about that now. Her mind repeatedly replayed the male voice she had just heard.

This voice, this voice! This was the voice she kept on a single-song loop every day.

“You, you are Qi!”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to scream.

“Shh.”

Extending his index finger, Qi Ming placed it in front of his mask as a signal. Seeing the girl obediently cover her mouth with her hands and nod vigorously, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

“Accept the candy and do not tell anyone you saw me, okay?”

“Mhm!”

Holding the paper stick of the lollipop with both hands, she acted as if she were cradling a piece of fragile glass. Her cheeks were flushed red with excitement. This was her favorite Oppa’s favorite lollipop! This was candy the Oppa had bought with his own money and personally given to her!

She had actually met Qi Ming at such close range. The girl felt she must be dreaming and was about to faint. The disappointment and regret of not grabbing a ticket to the Lumos concert vanished at this moment. Yet, she still wanted to cry, wanting to shed tears of joy.

Stuffing the remaining purple candy into his trench coat pocket, Qi Ming turned to push open the glass door when he heard the girl behind him shout in a very low voice.

“I like you so much, and I only like you. For tomorrow, fighting!”

Determined, powerful, and full of sincere love. Qi Ming heard it.

His forward steps paused for a moment, and he waved his hand toward the back. Just as he walked out of the store, Qi Ming was suddenly grabbed and held tightly, a pair of arms locking around his waist.

“Mmm? Xuan, why are you here?”

He pinched the back of the other’s neck and helplessly patted Cui Yuxuan’s back, telling him to let go quickly.

“Two grown men hugging like this here will make people notice. It will be troublesome if fans find out.”

“Hyung, I did not see you when I woke up.”

Like an abandoned puppy, Cui Yuxuan’s usually cold and hard voice trembled slightly, carrying an obvious sob. Waking up alone in a hotel room without that familiar figure beside him, he felt a sense of helplessness spread from his heart to his entire body, nearly swallowing him whole. Over these four years, they had been inseparable.

“I just came out to buy something. What a headache. Xuan is so clingy. What will you do without me in the future?”

The twenty-two-year-old Cui Yuxuan had long shed his previous youthful shell. His current looks, in the eyes of fans, were filled with an overwhelming sense of hormones. He had thick, sharp eyebrows above a pair of long, thin eyes. His pupils were bright black; when he did not smile, they were full of coldness, but when he did smile, he would reveal that sharp canine tooth, sharp and flamboyant.

The prickly buzzed hair from the past had grown into a semi-long black wolf cut, with a few strands of dark red highlights at the temples reaching the ends of his eyebrows.

This man was currently holding Qi Ming in a death grip, refusing to let go and muttering aggrievedly.

“No, take me with you. I almost thought Hyung had left first.”

Ever since a dream one night where he saw Qi Ming standing at a distant crossroad, smiling and waving goodbye before vanishing, Cui Yuxuan would even stand outside the door to wait if Qi Ming went to the bathroom.

“Besides, did Yoon So not instruct Hyung yesterday that since you have to sing on stage tomorrow, you should not eat candy?”

As he spoke, Cui Yuxuan suddenly remembered this. His gaze lingered gloomily on the man’s trench coat pocket. Several times, Qi Ming had been unable to sing because he ate too much candy and got an inflamed throat. Afterward, Yoon So required the other three to constantly monitor their leader to see if he was secretly eating lollipops. Once caught, Qi Ming’s box of precious imported candy would be confiscated. Those were bought abroad and were out of print domestically. One could say that once a piece was eaten, there would be one less; Qi Ming treasured them dearly.

“Ah, haha, did he? I forgot, hahaha.”

Damn it, I did not even say I bought candy! This kid is getting harder and harder to fool.

Giving a few awkward, dismissive laughs, Qi Ming grabbed Cui Yuxuan’s arm and walked quickly, pushing the boy into the back seat of the van parked in the corner.

As the car door closed, the driver automatically lowered the partition. He expressionlessly started the car and drove toward the hotel.

Closing the door, Qi Ming pulled off his sunglasses and mask, bracing himself with both arms. He pressed the other man directly against the back of the seat, smiling very gently.

“Then, can Xuan keep a secret for Hyung? Do not tell Yoon-ge about this.”

Cradled in Qi Ming’s arms like this, Cui Yuxuan curled his limbs slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable, yet his eyes were consistently reluctant to leave the other’s face.

The man’s lips were turned up slightly, revealing a perfect smile. Those eyes were like deep, emerald-green pools in the mist. Normally, they hid a sense of distance that was hard for ordinary people to detect, but when his smile bloomed, the water surface would ripple with light, overflowing with warmth.

The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and long lashes trembled like a butterfly’s wings about to take flight. The usually mature and steady leader now had a rare hint of cunning in his tone, carrying a fatal attraction. It was like a net cast unintentionally, locking Cui Yuxuan’s gaze firmly, making one feel an irrational desire to bow down in obedience, yet causing an itch in the heart upon touching that deep gaze.

He wanted to investigate; he wanted to monopolize.

It took a great deal of effort for Cui Yuxuan to swallow the “okay” that was about to come out of his throat. He feigned a complaint and raised his hand to lightly tap Qi Ming’s arm.

“Hyung is truly bad. How could you use the set you use on fans on me?” Daebak, I almost could not hold back again.

“Eh? Is Xuan not my fan? I am going to be sad.”

“I am not! I am Hyung’s teammate!” The kind who sleeps in the same bed, which is much closer than a fan’s relationship with you.

“But I saw Xuan in my fan group a few days ago, calling for everyone to buy banners for me.” Looking at the profile picture, it was actually one of his first batch of old fans.

“Wh-what? How did Hyung know? No, I am not! Fine, I am. Hyung, stop laughing.”

Smiling so beautifully, Cui Yuxuan felt he would truly be unable to stop himself from laying everything on the table. He had endured for so many years; he was like a bucket of water about to overflow, unable to bear any more.

“Then what will it take for you to keep the secret?”

Tilting his head, Qi Ming pretended to be troubled, tapping his cheek with his index finger.

“As long as the secret is kept, will Hyung do whatever someone else says?”

For some reason, the person beneath him suddenly lost his smile, his expression becoming somewhat serious. Qi Ming raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Of course not. But Xuan is different from everyone else.”

Was he different from the rest?

A force suddenly came from his wrist. Qi Ming, propping himself on the seat with one hand, could not easily control his balance and was instead pressed onto the back seat. His knee was stuck between Cui Yuxuan’s legs.

However, the other party completely ignored the danger to his groin and leaned in close to Qi Ming. With noses touching, his voice was tight and hoarse.

“Hyung, kiss me, and I will keep the secret for you.”

Widening his eyes, Qi Ming seemed not to have reacted; the smile froze on his face. After a long while, he moved the wrist held by Cui Yuxuan and spoke helplessly.

“When did Xuan start speaking only half-sentences? Did you want me to kiss your cheek? You almost scared me just now. I thought!”

“No, Hyung has to kiss my lips, the kind with the tongue.”

Being stared at directly by those pitch-black, narrow eyes, Qi Ming clearly saw the overflow of desire and love within, like a hungry wolf locking onto its prey.

He smiled.

Extending his free hand, Qi Ming cupped Cui Yuxuan’s cheek, his gaze as gentle as water.

“Do not just make jokes, Xuan.”

“It is a bit disgusting.”

Even when pressed underneath, Qi Ming was the controller from beginning to end. Even if he wanted to catch someone in his heart, he would let that person beg him first. And whether he agreed or not depended entirely on his mood.

Without exception.