The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 51

Noticing everyone’s reaction, Chu Yueguang realized something. He paused for a moment before attempting to remedy the situation with a calm, breezy tone: “Boys don’t need to be too tall; it’s bad for the heart.”

Kou Huai: “Oh…”

Gu Qiuyi raised his hand. “I’m only seventeen; I’m still going to grow more.”

Zhu Wanjun smiled. “Seventeen, huh? Then you’re still just a child.”

Kou Huai cleared his throat and said, “He’s not that small.” Then he turned to Gu Qiuyi. “Qiuqiu, when is your birthday?”

Gu Qiuyi replied, “December, I think.”

Jiang Hansa was somewhat surprised. “Isn’t your birthday May 20th?”

Gu Qiuyi let out an “Ah?” and asked, “May 20th? How do you know?”

Jiang Hansa said, “I’m the class monitor; I’ve seen your student records.”

Gu Qiuyi scratched his cheek and said, “Then I must have forgotten. Anyway, I don’t really celebrate my birthday.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around them fell silent.

After a while, Jiang Hansa said, “From now on, I’ll celebrate it with you.”

Kou Huai also raised his hand. “I’ll celebrate it with you too.”

Although Chu Yueguang didn’t speak, his eyes never left Gu Qiuyi.

While Zhu Wanjun was talking to them, her gaze rarely strayed from Chu Yueguang. She frowned slightly and, following his line of sight, landed on Gu Qiuyi.

Gu Qiuyi didn’t notice the shift in everyone’s mood. He said, “Well, that will have to wait until next year then. It’s still early.”

Zhu Wanjun asked Chu Yueguang, “Do you want to come dance together?”

Chu Yueguang said, “No.”

Kou Huai added fuel to the fire from the side. “Brother, the lady has already spoken up. Are you really going to reject her like that? Not very gentlemanly of you.”

Chu Yueguang said, “You guys dance. I don’t want to break a sweat.”

He truly gave her no face at all. Yet, precisely because of this, there were many who liked him and wanted to pluck this “flower on a high mountain.”

Zhu Wanjun leaned closer to him, her voice very gentle. “Chu Yueguang, are you really not going to give me any face at all?”

She was truly a very charming woman—beautiful, elegant, mature, and poised. She carried a particularly pleasant fragrance and possessed a certain predatory edge that could easily capture any man she set her sights on.

Chu Yueguang stepped back slightly. He knit his brows and said coldly, “I said, I don’t want to dance.”

Zhu Wanjun stepped back and said, “Alright, if you won’t dance, then forget it.”

Things shouldn’t be pushed past a third attempt. Even if she had the intent, if the other party wouldn’t take the bait, she could only temporarily call a truce.

Kou Huai then went to ask Gu Qiuyi, “Qiuqiu, shall we go dance one?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “I don’t know how to dance.”

Zhu Wanjun spoke up: “I can teach you.”

Gu Qiuyi: “!”

Kou Huai: “? Qiuqiu is my person. What are you trying to do?”

Zhu Wanjun began to smile and said, “I find him quite interesting.” She extended her hand toward Gu Qiuyi. “Do you want to go?”

Gu Qiuyi hesitated. Kou Huai slapped away Zhu Wanjun’s hand. “Don’t joke around. If he doesn’t know how, I’ll teach him.”

After saying that, he moved to grab Gu Qiuyi’s hand. It was at this moment that Chu Yueguang spoke up: “I’ll teach you.”

Gu Qiuyi revealed a look of being rescued and immediately said, “Okay!”

Seeing how quickly he agreed, a faint glint of a smile appeared in Chu Yueguang’s eyes, though his face remained poised and reserved.

He stood up and said, “Let’s go.”

Chu Yueguang was truly very tall with a very upright physique. His posture was exceptionally good; just standing there was enough to draw everyone’s eye. Moreover, he had an extremely handsome face and cool, pale skin that seemed to reflect light in any environment. Various factors contributed to his dazzling brilliance; in any setting, he was always the most radiant presence.

The number of times Gu Qiuyi had met Chu Yueguang wasn’t actually that many. The first few times, he hadn’t dared to look directly at him due to various emotional issues. It was only today that he noticed Chu Yueguang’s perfection in every aspect.

Even his hands were so beautiful. He was also so outstanding—someone who, in the original novel, always silently supported Xu Muqing, giving him help, and being gentle and reliable to the person he liked.

Gu Qiuyi felt a surge of joy that he himself didn’t quite understand. Chu Yueguang glanced down at the hand hanging by Gu Qiuyi’s side. He had some thoughts; he pursed his lips and averted his gaze.

Kou Huai still tried to intervene: “Brother, there’s no need to trouble you with this. I can do it.”

Chu Yueguang glanced at him and said, “No need. Go play by yourself.”

Kou Huai: “…”

Damn, is this what a ‘good brother’ is?

He had originally been suspicious, but seeing the situation now, his five points of suspicion had turned into ten points of certainty. He was certain that Chu Yueguang wanted to snatch the person from him.

There were already several pairs of men and women dancing on the floor. Seeing their intimate movements—with the boys placing their hands on the girls’ waists—Gu Qiuyi felt a bit uneasy. He coughed a few times, his voice a bit raspy. “Brother Yueguang, maybe we shouldn’t dance.”

Chu Yueguang looked down at him. “Why?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “It’s just… just that, I don’t think it’s very good.”

Chu Yueguang: “What isn’t good?”

Gu Qiuyi whispered, “Their hands are all on each other’s waists. I have ticklish flesh on my waist. And, and Brother Hansa said that area is a sensitive zone for me, so I can’t let others touch it.”

Chu Yueguang: “…”

He thought back to the sensation of holding Gu Qiuyi’s waist before. Although it had been a long time, that feeling seemed to linger in his heart—a subtle itch and a flush of heat.

Chu Yueguang looked away, his Adam’s apple bobbing a few times as he said, “Just holding hands is fine.”

Gu Qiuyi said bashfully, “That’s also not very good.”

Chu Yueguang asked patiently, “And what’s wrong with that?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “Brother, your hands are so hot. It makes my heart feel all fuzzy.”

Chu Yueguang: “…”

He asked, “Then what do you want to do?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “How about we just don’t learn? Anyway, I’m just a country bumpkin; I don’t need to know how to dance.”

Chu Yueguang didn’t like him calling himself a “country bumpkin.” He reached out and grabbed Gu Qiuyi’s hand in one firm grip.

Gu Qiuyi: “!”

Gu Qiuyi subconsciously tried to struggle, but Chu Yueguang held on tight, and he couldn’t break free.

Holding that soft hand, Chu Yueguang’s Adam’s apple bobbed again. He forced a cool, steady expression: “I said I would teach you. Don’t lose your nerve now.”

Gu Qiuyi said obediently, “…Okay.”

He stole a glance at the hand Chu Yueguang was using to hold his. The fingers were white and long, the joints well-defined, and the wrist bones protruded slightly—it was very masculine, and also, also… sexy.

His face couldn’t help but heat up.

If Jiang Hansa were by their side, he would definitely have shouted out, “Why are both of your faces so red?”

Regrettably, there were only the two of them. One didn’t dare look down, and the other didn’t dare look up; neither knew of the other’s nervousness.

The music on the dance floor was very soothing, perfect for a tango. Most of the people on the floor were indeed dancing the tango. Both sides were pressed very close—men and women balancing, testing, probing, seducing—ambiguous and lingering, breaths intertwining in a smooth, flowing motion.

Meanwhile, Chu Yueguang was tall, standing at 193cm, while Gu Qiuyi was only 176cm. In front of him, Gu Qiuyi appeared quite petite. It was originally a very matching height difference, yet a literal Milky Way seemed to separate them.

Chu Yueguang had a face full of coldness, but in reality, his palms were sweating profusely from nervousness. He said in a low voice, “You take the female steps, I’ll take the male steps. Follow my rhythm. Follow me.”

“O-Okay,” Gu Qiuyi stammered in response. Both of his hands were held by the other, and he could only feel that both of their palms were covered in sweat. He felt a bit embarrassed—it must be his sweat, but he wasn’t usually the type to sweat easily.

Chu Yueguang’s steps were somewhat stiff. A nearby couple involuntarily stopped their steps, their gazes falling upon the two of them.

Chu Yueguang was handsome and his family background was so outstanding; in any circle, he was the center of attention. Almost no one didn’t recognize him. The girl’s eyes were constantly following Chu Yueguang. Her partner grew jealous and whispered in her ear, “What are you looking at?”

The girl didn’t even look at him, saying, “I wonder if I can switch partners later. I dance better than that boy.”

her partner glanced at Chu Yueguang and sneered, “Chu Yueguang’s dancing isn’t all that great either. His steps are all wrong. With that level, he’s teaching someone?”

The girl couldn’t be bothered with him. The boy huffed and threw her hand off before walking away.

Chu Yueguang naturally knew his steps were wrong, but it was only for a small section. It was only at a time like this that he felt somewhat lucky—lucky that Gu Qiuyi understood none of this and didn’t know how nervous he was.

While Chu Yueguang taught Gu Qiuyi in a low voice, his hand slowly moved toward Gu Qiuyi’s shoulder. “I won’t touch your waist,” he added as a reminder.

Gu Qiuyi, face flushed, gave a small whispered reply.

This kind of dance was too lingering—both tender and unrestrained—and the physical contact was more than usual.

Chu Yueguang soon found himself unable to continue teaching. He gave a light cough and said as if nothing were wrong, “That’s about it. You’ve already learned it. Mmh, you danced very well.”

Gu Qiuyi was stunned and somewhat surprised. “Is that all?”

Chu Yueguang: “Mmh, just like that.”

Gu Qiuyi stole a glance at a nearby girl whose thigh was already entwined with her partner’s and confirmed: “Is it really just like that?”

Chu Yueguang feigned displeasure and glared at him. “Are you questioning me?”

Gu Qiuyi shook his head hurriedly. “No.”

He added, “Ah, Brother, then this dance is actually quite easy to learn.”

Chu Yueguang said, “…Mmh.”

He glanced at their still-joined hands and immediately let go, saying, “You have so much hand sweat.”

Gu Qiuyi: “!!”

Feeling a bit ashamed, he wiped his hands on his pants and whispered, “Sorry, Brother. I don’t know why I sweated so much. I don’t usually sweat, maybe I was just too nervous just now.”

Chu Yueguang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the boy didn’t know it was his sweat; his dignity was saved.

Chu Yueguang said, “It doesn’t matter. Let’s go back.”

Gu Qiuyi grabbed his hand. “Brother, use my clothes to wipe your hands.”

Chu Yueguang: “!”

Gu Qiuyi lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the other’s palm, his fair waist and abdomen flickering in and out of view.

Chu Yueguang pulled his hand away quickly and said with some irritation, “No need!”

Gu Qiuyi was still in a state of shame, single-mindedly wanting to clean the sweat Chu Yueguang had “contracted” from him. Seeing that Chu Yueguang was unwilling to use his clothes to wipe, he reached out his own palm, wanting to rub the sweat off the other’s hand.

Chu Yueguang looked down at him, only able to see the fluffy back of his head and his ears which had turned bright red.

Chu Yueguang: “…”

Was it a mistake to tell Gu Qiuyi it was his sweat?

Chu Yueguang’s mood was complicated. With a face that looked like he was gritting his teeth, he said, “I said, no need.”

He paused, turned his head away, and confessed in a cold, heartless voice: “It was my sweat.”