The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Feeling the impact against his chest, Qi Ming extended his left hand to grab the young man’s shoulders, quietly creating some distance between them.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

As he spoke, his diction was exceptionally clear. Every syllable carried a unique charm, mellow, full, and refined. It was entirely different from his own; it was perfectly standard Seoul dialect.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Emerging from the other’s embrace, Cui Yuxuan tilted his head, staring fixedly at a protruding ridge in the field nearby. He did not dare say too much, fearing he would reveal himself as the person who had said those things over the phone.

However, after a moment of hesitation, Cui Yuxuan still spoke up to answer Qi Ming’s initial question.

“It is me. I am here to take you back.”

So, Cui Yuxuan had heard him after all.

“Ah, I am truly saved then. Thank you for coming to find me. What a good boy.”

Finished speaking with a smile, Qi Ming habitually reached out and patted the boy’s head. The short, buzzed hair beneath his palm felt prickly, like touching a little burr ball. The kind that might bristle, too.

Sure enough, with just that one touch, Cui Yuxuan jumped in surprise. His narrow, upward-slanting eyes widened into circles, making him look a bit dazed.

“You, you, you!”

Covering the top of his head with one hand, he stammered out a few words, his face flushing with a mix of shame and indignation.

“I, I am not a child!”

No one had ever dared to touch Cui Yuxuan’s head, not even his parents. At this age, he was someone with incredibly strong self-esteem. This treatment, as if he were a little kid, wounded his pride so severely that he threw all his previous reservations to the wind, revealing his true nature.

“Eh? That voice sounds so familiar. Just now.”

Looking at the little wolf cub bristling in front of him, Qi Ming slowly tapped his chin with his hand. He spoke hesitantly, seemingly trying hard to recall something.

But he was quickly interrupted.

“No, you heard wrong! Alright, we should go. The others will be tired of waiting.”

Cui Yuxuan spoke at lightning speed, like a rapid-fire cannon, directly blocking the other man’s words. As soon as he finished, he accelerated in the direction he had come from. He moved so fast he was practically a blur, as if a dog were chasing him from behind.

Fortunately, Qi Ming had not planned on finishing his sentence anyway. He was just teasing out of boredom; this kid’s reaction was truly quite amusing.

But then, Qi Ming looked down at his hand.

“Um, could you let go first?”

Since a moment ago, Cui Yuxuan had been clutching his hand without letting go, resulting in Qi Ming being dragged along at a fast run. Because of the height difference, he had to hunch over, his pace looking rather clumsy.

And behind them, a dog really was chasing them.

The little yellow dog Qi Ming had provoked earlier was relentlessly pursuing them, barking furiously at Cui Yuxuan, who was in the lead.

“Woof woof woof! (Let go of him quickly!)”

Two people and one dog ran along the country path, dust flying everywhere. The scene looked exceptionally humorous.

It was not until they ran off that path and Cui Yuxuan met Qi Ming’s slightly puzzled gaze that he finally realized what he was doing. He let go abruptly, hiding his hand behind his back.

“Sorry, I did not hear you.”

The tips of his fingers could not help but curl; it felt as though a lingering warmth remained on them.

“Haha, it is no problem.”

Waving it off dismissively, Qi Ming took a breath and said with a smile, “Please do not take it to heart. My name is Qi Ming. What is yours?”

Hearing the question, Cui Yuxuan realized he had not introduced himself yet and had waited for the other person to initiate. He scratched his hair in frustration. Pouting his lips, he replied softly.

“Cui. Yu. Xuan.”

He enunciated each word with deliberate clarity, which only made it seem more awkward.

“Are you from Haebin?”

“Yes, I live in Gwangandong, Haebin. I am 15 years old.”

After walking for a while, Cui Yuxuan suddenly felt his previous behavior had been very uncool. He cleared his throat, trying hard to calm down. The result was that he began to pour out his life story to Qi Ming.

In the past, the sensitive Cui Yuxuan would have definitely bristled again. He would have thought others were mocking his accent. His accent was distinctly Haebin.

But while Qi Ming’s appearance seemed cool and distant, the warmth radiating from his eyes and expression made Cui Yuxuan momentarily forget his sensitive pride. Like a prickly little ball wrapped in soft flower petals, he could not help but retract his thorns.

Qi Ming nodded patiently, asking a few timely questions to show he was listening. Every single one received an exceptionally proactive response from Cui Yuxuan.

At first sight, he had thought this was an introverted, shy child. And living in Gwangan, he must be a young master from a wealthy family.

Cui Yuxuan’s appearance was very distinctive. His eyes were narrow and long, with sharp inner corners and fine, upturned outer corners, classic monolid eyes. His face was very small, and his features were sharp and three-dimensional, giving off a strong sense of edge and aggression.

If he became an idol, those who liked him would find his look very powerful, while those who did not might think he looked too fierce or difficult to interact with.

But in Qi Ming’s eyes, Cui Yuxuan was currently just a talkative but easily embarrassed little wolf. Just being stared at like this caused a large patch of the boy’s neck to turn red; he still needed more practice.

Qi Ming was idly thinking of random things. Hearing Cui Yuxuan’s tentative counter-question, he did not give much detail about himself, simply teasing lightly.

“See, I told you. You really are just a child. I am a Hyung, you know.”

“I was born in ’95.”

Cui Yuxuan emphasized again. Although he could tell from Qi Ming’s looks and height that he was definitely older, he was still struggling. Even if he was older, it could not be by much, right?

“Eh, I know you are a ’95-er.”

Since Cui Yuxuan had already said he was 15, Qi Ming was not so slow that he could not calculate such a simple age. What a silly boy.

However, noticing that Cui Yuxuan was visibly becoming embarrassed, he considerately skipped the topic. Looking at the changing scenery around them, Qi Ming asked casually.

“Are we almost there?”

“Almost, just two more turns.”

Glancing at Qi Ming out of the corner of his eye, Cui Yuxuan felt an itch in his heart like a cat scratching. What was going on? Why did he not continue that topic? He desperately wanted to know the other’s age.

“Hyung, then what year were you born?”

The word “Hyung” swirled in his throat several times before Cui Yuxuan finally managed to spit it out.

From his previous conversation with Yoon So, one could tell that Cui Yuxuan basically never used honorifics. His family spoiled him, saying he did not need to worry about others’ opinions. Yet, Cui Yuxuan used honorifics with Qi Ming.

Narrowing his eyes pleasantly, Qi Ming first exclaimed with a sense of wonder.

“Wow, that ‘Hyung’ sounded really nice. I like it a lot; keep it up in the future.”

This immediately caused Cui Yuxuan’s blush to spread from his neck to his cheeks. Does this person even know what he is saying? What does he mean it sounded really nice? And saying he likes it a lot.

“I am a ’92-er. I am three years older than little Xuan.”

Little, little Xuan?

“Understood, Hyung.”

Covering his face with his wrist, Cui Yuxuan did not know what was wrong with him. Hearing that “little Xuan” from Qi Ming’s mouth made his heart tremble for an instant. The first thought that appeared in his mind was:

Will he always call me that?

Cui Yuxuan inexplicably began to feel lucky that he had agreed to come here and had not thrown a tantrum and left.

Consequently, when the two arrived at the company and walked into the practice room, the scene Yoon So saw was this.

The taller, beautiful young man had his hands in his pockets, saying something with a smile, while that annoying, prickly brat was clutching the hem of his short-sleeved shirt, responding bashfully. His face was bright red, looking like a blooming cocklebur flower.

Yoon So: “Wait, does he need to change his glasses prescription? Also, how did this local dog get in here?”

Looking down, he saw a scruffy little yellow dog following closely at Qi Ming’s feet, affectionately rubbing against his pant leg.

But Yoon So did not have the mind to care about that for the moment. Because the newcomer’s appearance was simply too stunning.

The entertainment industry never lacked beauties. Everyone has their own preferences; someone’s idea of a handsome man might be considered average by someone else. Aesthetics are subjective.

But there are some people who are objectively good-looking. In other words, you might not personally “stan” them, but you would never think they look ordinary. Qi Ming was exactly like that.

Suddenly, Yoon So felt that forming a boy group capable of becoming the company’s flagship in a short time was not just a pipe dream. Of course, an outstanding face was merely a stepping stone to becoming an idol.

Two people who had been standing in the corner also walked over, exchanging introductions with Qi Ming. Before this, they had not even spoken to Cui Yuxuan. And Young Master Cui himself naturally disdained speaking to these country bumpkins.

Aside from himself and Qi Ming, one of the remaining two was a local, and the other was dressed very ordinarily, looking like he did not have much money. He did not know what was so special about them.

But what surprised Yoon So was that the atmosphere of these boys’ first conversation could actually be described as harmonious. Perhaps it was because of that person’s presence. It saved him a lot of trouble.

Especially the biggest troublemaker, Cui Yuxuan, who had the best family background of the group, was so well-behaved that Yoon So began to wonder if the kid had been possessed.

As for Cui Yuxuan, who was being secretly observed by Yoon So, his mood was actually quite terrible. He had suddenly realized that Qi Ming’s gentleness was not exclusive to him. He treated everyone equally.

That beautiful smile did not belong to Cui Yuxuan alone.

Moreover, what made him feel worse was that after just a few exchanges, Qi Ming’s way of addressing the other two had automatically become “little Woo” and “little Hyuk.”

It felt like several thorns were stuck in his heart, and the expression on Cui Yuxuan’s face became stiff. Yet Qi Ming seemed entirely unaware, his brow furrowing slightly as he asked with concern if he had walked too long and felt unwell, and if he wanted to rest.

What should he say?

Say that he does feel uncomfortable and ask: “Can you please only smile for me?”

And in what capacity would he say that?

Cui Yuxuan knew very well he had no right. Furthermore, he did not know where this strange possessiveness was coming from. He had never experienced it before.

Maybe it was just because he never had brothers at home? That is why he felt this desire to monopolize the first person he sincerely wanted to call “Hyung.” Like an only child who does not want their parents to have a second baby and divide their love.

It was that kind of possessiveness one feels toward parents. Cui Yuxuan felt he might understand now.

Meanwhile, Qi Ming squinted lazily, leaning against the wall. Listening to the voices around him, he glanced at the weather outside the window.

The sun was so nice, perfect for practicing.