The Scum Gong Refuses the Crematorium [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31

“Is this all you’ve got?”

“Why don’t you all just come at me together?”

In a dark, quiet alleyway, a teenage boy stood with a determined look in his eyes. He wore a faded T-shirt and ripped jeans. A dirty sack sat by his feet. He stared down the three people surrounding him.

Two other men were already lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

It was clear the boy had knocked them down. The other three were scared by how tough he was and stepped back a few paces.

“Are you going to fight or not?” Seeing them hesitate, the boy impatiently bent down to pick up his sack. The three men thought he was lunging at them and ran away instantly.

The boy paused for a moment, surprised they ran so fast. He picked up the sack, threw it over his shoulder, and kicked the two men on the ground. “Weak,” he muttered.

Just as he was about to leave the alley, he heard a small noise behind him.

He turned around. “Is there someone else?”

He looked toward the sound. He didn’t see a face, only a piece of white clothing. He laughed and pulled the person out from hiding. “Trying to sneak up on me?”

To his surprise, the person he pulled out had no strength and fell right into his arms. Holding the helpless person, Lu Mingyue almost laughed in frustration. “You failed to ambush me, so now you’re going to pretend to be hurt?”

He flipped the person over, planning to wake them up and show them that faking an injury wouldn’t work on him. But the moment he saw the face, he frowned. “Sheng Yan? Why is it you?!”

Sheng Yan didn’t answer. He had just taken over this body and was suffering from chest pain. Combined with an attack from System 766, his body had given out.

The moment he felt someone grab him, he let go of his last bit of strength and collapsed. He figured if someone was there, they could call for help.

But Sheng Yan was wrong. Lu Mingyue was so poor he made a living collecting trash. He didn’t have a high-tech cell phone; he didn’t even have a single coin in his pocket.

Lu Mingyue shook him a few times. Seeing no reaction, he wondered, “Hey, did you have a heart attack?!”

Seeing Sheng Yan’s pale face, he put a finger under his nose to check for breath. He sighed in relief. “Okay, good, you’re still breathing.”

“Where is your medicine?” He felt Sheng Yan’s chest and confirmed his heart was still beating. He started searching Sheng Yan’s pockets. He knew heart patients needed medicine; he had seen Sheng Yan take it at school before. But after searching, he found nothing. He didn’t know what to do.

After a moment, he put both Sheng Yan and the heavy sack on his back and started walking home. His house wasn’t far. He decided to put him there first.

A young boy had to drag a half-full sack of trash while carrying another boy his own size. His back was nearly breaking under the weight, but his steps were steady. He walked home bit by bit, never dropping the sack or letting Sheng Yan fall.

Wang Huifang was making dinner. They were poor and she was sick, so there wasn’t much to eat—just a simple dish of stir-fried green beans. She looked up and saw her son carrying someone home.

She put the beans on a broken wooden table covered with newspaper and wiped her hands. She helped her son with the sack and asked, “Is picking up trash not enough for you? Now you’re picking up people?”

“He’s a classmate.” Lu Mingyue carried Sheng Yan inside and placed him on a ragged sofa. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was glad they lived on the first floor; even if it was damp and noisy, at least it was easy to get into. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the strength to carry him upstairs.

“He got sick and fainted on the road. It was sad, so I let him rest here,” Lu Mingyue explained once he caught his breath.

“Oh,” Wang Huifang nodded. She looked at the sleeping Sheng Yan and worriedly asked, “What’s wrong with him? I hope his family won’t blame us for this.”

“Heart disease,” Lu Mingyue said. He went to the old faucet outside to wash his face and hands. “Don’t worry. The whole school knows he has this problem. They won’t blame us.”

“That’s good,” Wang Huifang felt better. She brought out two bowls. “Wash your hands and come eat.”

“Not yet.” Lu Mingyue dried his hands. He pointed to Sheng Yan. “I’m going to his house to find his family so they can take him back.”

Having a sick person lying there made Lu Mingyue nervous. What if something went wrong? He had been to Sheng Yan’s neighborhood while collecting trash, so he knew where the house was. Telling his family to take him to a doctor was much better than letting him stay here. His family didn’t have the money for medical bills.

“Eat first,” Wang Huifang said. “The beans won’t taste good once they are cold.”

“It’s fine.” Lu Mingyue pushed out his rusty bicycle and hopped on. “I’ll be right back.”

The Sheng family lived in a new neighborhood. Real estate was just starting to grow back then. Most people lived in old apartment blocks, so anyone living in a new neighborhood was considered rich.

Sheng Yan had heart disease and needed expensive medicine. Only a rich family could afford to raise such a “delicate” child; usually, if a baby was found to have such problems at birth, they were abandoned.

Lu Mingyue found the house easily. It was a townhouse, meaning they were even richer than average rich people.

Soon, Sheng Yan’s mother, Song Qian, came out wearing a pretty floral dress. She saw Lu Mingyue and asked, “Student, can I help you?”

“Hello, Ma’am. I’m Sheng Yan’s classmate. He had a heart attack and is at my house. Please come and get him,” Lu Mingyue said directly.

He expected a mother to be very worried about her sick child. Instead, Song Qian’s face darkened with annoyance.

“He’s the one who left in a huff,” she said coldly. “He isn’t my own flesh and blood anyway. Since he walked out that door, even if he dies outside, it has nothing to do with our family. You’ve come to the wrong person.”

Lu Mingyue didn’t have time to process everything she said. He just knew she wasn’t going to help. He thought fast and said, “Then please give me his heart medicine. We need to keep him alive. Surely you don’t want him to just die.”

This time, Song Qian didn’t argue. She went inside and returned with a black bag. “His medicine and clothes are in here. Don’t come looking for me again. we’ve raised him for many years; we’ve done enough for him.”

She assumed Sheng Yan had sent Lu Mingyue to find her. Lu Mingyue didn’t speak for Sheng Yan; he just took the bag. “I understand. I’ll tell him.”

As he left, Lu Mingyue saw a head peek out from behind the door. it was Liu Lian, a poor boy from the countryside who sat quietly in their class. He didn’t stop to wonder why Liu Lian was at the Sheng house. He took the bag and raced home on his bike.

Sheng Yan was still on the sofa, breathing weakly. Lu Mingyue found the heart medicine in the bag and read the instructions carefully.

He fed the pills to Sheng Yan one by one. Since Sheng Yan was unconscious, Lu Mingyue had to rub his throat gently to make sure he didn’t choke. It took him over half an hour to finish the ten small pills.

By the time he sat down to eat, the food was cold. Stir-fried beans with almost no oil are already hard to eat; cold, they were even worse. But he didn’t complain. He finished the meal quickly and looked at the sleeping Sheng Yan with worry.

Wang Huifang came back from collecting more trash. She saw Sheng Yan still there and noticed the black bag. “Why hasn’t his family picked him up?”

“Don’t ask. He was kicked out,” Lu Mingyue pointed to the bag. “They threw out his luggage too.”

“What do we do?” Wang Huifang panicked. “He can’t stay here. We can barely feed ourselves.”

“I know,” Lu Mingyue nodded, looking at Sheng Yan. “But he’s still unconscious. we can’t just throw him out. Let him stay for one night. Tomorrow, when he wakes up, we’ll ask him what he wants to do.”

“Where will he sleep?” Wang Huifang asked. They only had two rooms. She had one, and Lu Mingyue had the other. Lu Mingyue’s room was so small it only fit a bed and a desk; his clothes even had to hang in the living room.

“It’s fine,” Lu Mingyue said. “He can stay in my room. We’ll just squeeze together for one night.”

“Can two people fit on that bed?” His mother was skeptical. The bed was only 1.5 meters wide. It was fine for one, but for two…

“I’ll sleep on my side. We’ll fit.” Lu Mingyue didn’t mind. He couldn’t ask his mother to give up her room, which was also tiny and full of junk.

“Alright then,” Wang Huifang said. She knew her son well. He might act like a rebel sometimes, but he was actually very sensible. “But tomorrow, make sure to tell him he can’t stay here forever.”

“I will,” Lu Mingyue replied.

That night, Lu Mingyue slept mostly sitting up. He had read that people with heart problems should sleep flat on their backs, not on their sides. Since the bed was small, he let Sheng Yan have the space so nothing would happen to him.

After a night of rest and the medicine, Sheng Yan woke up at dawn. He sat up slowly, expecting to be in a hospital. Instead, he saw a room covered in old posters that looked like it belonged in the last century.

He looked around and saw someone sleeping with their head on the desk. The room was dark at first, but as the sun rose, light came through a tiny window. He saw the person’s face clearly.

“Lu Mingyue?”

Though this was a much younger version of him, Sheng Yan had spent fifty years with Lu Mingyue. He couldn’t be mistaken. This was Lu Mingyue.

Lu Mingyue, who had been sleeping poorly, woke up at the sound of his name. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “You’re awake?”

Sheng Yan nodded, his eyes fixed on Lu Mingyue.

“Oh,” Lu Mingyue said, thinking Sheng Yan was confused. “You fainted on me yesterday. I didn’t have money for a hospital, so I brought you home.”

Then, he pointed to the black bag on the desk. “I went to your house to get your family, but your mom said you aren’t hers and told you not to come back. She gave me your things—clothes and medicine. You should check them.”

“You know my family is poor,” Lu Mingyue added, pointing to the tiny room. “We can’t afford to take care of you. You should figure out what to do soon.”

With another yawn, Lu Mingyue walked out to wash his face.

While sleeping, Sheng Yan had received the memories of the “original” owner of this body.

The original Sheng Yan was born to a poor country couple. Sadly, he was diagnosed with a heart defect at birth. The couple worked in the fields all year and had no money to save him, but they couldn’t stand to watch him die.

That same day, the wife of the richest man in the area was visiting the village. She fell, went into early labor, and gave birth.

The poor couple had an idea: swap the babies. That way, their son would grow up in a rich family and his life would be saved.

Back then, there were no security cameras, even in cities. Everything was chaotic that day—people were running around looking for doctors and cars. The swap happened quietly. Both were boys born on the same day; no one suspected a thing.

The rich wife felt guilty, thinking the baby’s heart problem was caused by her fall. She took care of Sheng Yan lovingly for sixteen years.

But secrets don’t last forever. As medical technology improved, a blood test revealed that Sheng Yan’s blood type didn’t match his parents.

Sheng Changxing (the father) suspected his wife had cheated. Then someone remembered the other baby born in the village that day. They found the country couple’s son, Liu Lian, and tested him.

The truth came out: Liu Lian was the real son. Sheng Yan was the “fake.”

The parents were furious. Their real son had been suffering in poverty while this “fake” enjoyed a rich life and cost them a fortune in medical bills. They began to hate Sheng Yan. Even though he had been their son for sixteen years and was always a well-behaved boy, they couldn’t get over the anger.

They brought Liu Lian home and showered him with love while treating Sheng Yan like an enemy. Sheng Yan, shocked by the news, tried to be helpful, but they wouldn’t listen. Seeing his parents love Liu Lian while glaring at him made him act out. He argued with Liu Lian and tried to use his illness to get attention.

He didn’t realize that his actions only made them hate him more. Finally, one day, they reached their breaking point.

“Stay if you want, but even a dog has more gratitude than you!” his father yelled. “You’ve cost us so much money. Just stay quiet and leave us alone!”

“If you aren’t going to be helpful, just shut up! You’re so selfish!” his mother added.

“Fine! Since you hate me so much, I’ll leave!” The usually obedient Sheng Yan couldn’t take the hateful words and ran away. But he got too upset, his heart failed, and he died on the side of the road.

The “new” Sheng Yan had arrived just in time to save the body, but he had fainted from exhaustion. He hadn’t expected to fall right into Lu Mingyue’s arms.

Sheng Yan rubbed his forehead. Suddenly, all the mysteries of the past were solved. He used to wonder why Lu Mingyue seemed so familiar with him in their previous life. He thought it was just memories from a past life. He never expected this was how they first met.

Lu Mingyue walked back in after washing his face. “Have you thought about it?”

“I have.” Sheng Yan lowered his hand and spoke slowly. “Can I stay at your house for a while?”

He had no money, and the bag Song Qian gave him only had clothes and medicine—definitely no cash. He couldn’t go back to the Sheng house, and he didn’t know where else to go. He could go to his biological parents in the country, but they were strangers to him. He felt much safer with Lu Mingyue.

“But my house…”

“I know,” Sheng Yan said, cutting him off. “I won’t be a burden. I just need a place to sleep and some food. When school starts, I’ll move into the dorms. Once I get a scholarship, I’ll pay you back for everything.”

It was the start of the summer after 10th grade. There was still a month and a half before school started.

“A scholarship?” Lu Mingyue was shocked. “Are you sure you can get one?”

Sheng Yan was a sickly student who missed more classes than he attended. His grades were just as bad as Lu Mingyue’s—at the bottom of the class. Back then, the Sheng family didn’t care about his grades as long as he stayed alive. How could he raise his grades to the top in just six weeks?

“I’m sure,” Sheng Yan nodded.

His “System 1” had detected that the “Child of Destiny” in this world was Liu Lian. Liu Lian would likely use his studies to achieve a “shocking comeback” and win everyone over.

As the “villain,” Sheng Yan needed to be even better. He had to crush the protagonist’s progress to finish his mission. He needed to start studying immediately, not just to beat Liu Lian, but to get the money he needed since his young, sick body couldn’t handle a normal job.

Lu Mingyue reached out and touched Sheng Yan’s forehead, then his own. “You don’t have a fever.”

Then why are you talking nonsense? Only the top ten students in the whole grade got scholarships. How could a bottom-tier student like Sheng Yan be so confident?

Sheng Yan knew he couldn’t prove it yet. He had to gamble on Lu Mingyue’s kindness. “Just trust me this once. I’ll work hard. I’ll get that scholarship and give it to you after the first monthly exam.”

Give it to me? Lu Mingyue thought this was weird. He didn’t want the money; he was just worried Sheng Yan couldn’t even afford the school fees to begin with.

“Please,” Sheng Yan said softly, looking at him.

Lu Mingyue couldn’t handle that. Especially from someone like Sheng Yan, who used to never even look at him. His heart melted. Seeing Sheng Yan’s big, dark eyes looking at him like a lost kitten, he couldn’t say no. “Alright, alright.”

But he made it clear: “Look, my house is like this. No matter how much we clean, it’s still a dump. My mom cooks, and we eat whatever she makes—no complaining. And at night, we have to share this small bed. If you can handle that, then you can stay.”

“I can,” Sheng Yan said. He had lived in worse places. He smiled at Lu Mingyue. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Don’t thank me, you said you’d pay,” Lu Mingyue said, his face turning red. The best? That was a nice thing to hear. He was just giving him a place to sleep, was he really that “best”?

But he started worrying again. How would Sheng Yan pay for school fees? Without fees, he couldn’t go to school or get a scholarship. And how was he going to explain this to his mother?

Lu Mingyue was suddenly very stressed.

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