The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 7

When school let out at noon, Jiang Hansa came over to find Gu Qiuyi. His attitude toward Gu Qiuyi had undergone a distinct change; if before he was somewhat nonchalant and hypocritical, he now radiated an aura of sincerity, as if he and Gu Qiuyi had already become bosom friends.

Jiang Hansa asked Gu Qiuyi if he wanted to go eat lunch with him.

Hearing this, Gu Qiuyi nodded immediately and agreed.

Originally, this was treatment reserved for Xu Muqing. However, although Xu Muqing was poor, he had his own pride and was rather aloof, so he had never agreed to Jiang Hansa’s invitations.

But Gu Qiuyi was different—he had no pride, nor was he aloof.

Furthermore, Jiang Hansa wasn’t exactly a good person. In the original novel, Jiang Hansa introduced Xu Muqing to a quiet bar frequently visited by Kou Huai to work as a waiter. This led to Xu Muqing naturally catching Kou Huai’s eye. Using this as a bridge, Jiang Hansa became closer and closer with Kou Huai, successfully integrating into that elite circle.

Despite being only seventeen or eighteen, Jiang Hansa was already a successful “businessman” who would stop at nothing to build connections. As for the wishes of Xu Muqing—the person he was essentially pimping out—that was never within his scope of consideration.

Gu Qiuyi knew his deliberate performance a few days ago had successfully fooled Jiang Hansa. Seeing the other boy trying to curry favor now, he wasn’t polite; he followed Jiang Hansa into his Maybach.

One look at the luxury bento boxes sent over by Jiang Hansa’s maid—two of them—and it was clear he had planned this in advance.

After finishing the meal, Gu Qiuyi let out an unrefined burp and said to Jiang Hansa with a face full of touched emotion, “Brother Hansa, you’re so nice to treat me to such a delicious lunch.”

Jiang Hansa smiled and said, “It’s nothing. My family’s auntie always cooks a bit extra anyway. You should just eat with me every day.”

Gu Qiuyi said in surprise, “Is that really okay?”

Jiang Hansa said, “Of course. You don’t go home for lunch anyway, right? And your parents probably wouldn’t prepare meals for you.”

Gu Qiuyi: “…Ah, so you knew all along?”

Jiang Hansa put on an apologetic expression. “Your family situation isn’t exactly a secret, after all.”

Gu Qiuyi tried his best to put on a sorrowful face: “Since you know, I won’t hide it from you. Brother Hansa, my life… is so bitter, waaaaah.”

Jiang Hansa felt a chill run down his spine at the affected, theatrical crying. He wasn’t gay—he was a iron-clad straight man—and he wasn’t about to be charmed by Gu Qiuyi’s act. He struggled to maintain his hypocritical mask and said, “Since you call me ‘Brother,’ I’ll treat you like a younger brother from now on. If anyone bullies you, tell me, and I’ll help you teach them a lesson.”

Gu Qiuyi looked at him with a face full of hope. “Chu Yueguang bullies me. Can you help me teach him a lesson?”

Jiang Hansa: “…How did he bully you?”

“Waaaaah, he never replies to me! How hateful! I’m so cute, so charming—how can he give me the cold shoulder!?”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

The veins on Jiang Hansa’s forehead throbbed. How did I not notice before that Gu Qiuyi is an idiot? He’s seventeen, but he only grew in height and not in IQ? He hasn’t even hooked Chu Yueguang yet, and he’s already starting to act like a spoiled little lover? With Chu Yueguang’s status, how many people like him does he have to choose from? Does he need to coax him?

What an idiot.

He was starting to regret betting everything on Gu Qiuyi. Honestly, Xu Muqing was quite good—at least the boy was smart, poor, and easy to control. If Gu Qiuyi hadn’t already broken into Chu Yueguang’s circle of friends, he would have switched targets already.

Patience. Endure for now. Once Chu Yueguang gets bored and dumps him, I won’t have to look at this stupid face anymore.

Jiang Hansa put on a hypocritical smile. “Chu Yueguang is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You have to look past the surface to see the essence.”

Gu Qiuyi: “Waaaaah, I don’t care! All I know is that if I say twenty sentences, he replies with one. I’m unhappy!”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

He took a deep breath. “Then what do you want to do?”

Gu Qiuyi was on a roll. “I’m going to delete him!”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

Jiang Hansa’s fists clenched tight. “You dare to delete him?”

Gu Qiuyi thought about it. “I don’t dare.”

Jiang Hansa said, “Well, there you go then.”

The moment he finished speaking, he saw Gu Qiuyi take out his phone, open the chat with Chu Yueguang, and tap away: “Brother, do you hate me?”

Jiang Hansa leaned over to look and saw the chat history where Gu Qiuyi and Chu Yueguang said goodnight to each other.

…It looked like a very casual, daily chat history—it was even starting to look like things were picking up steam.

Looking at the sentence Gu Qiuyi just sent, Jiang Hansa’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Chu Yueguang took quite a while before answering: “I don’t hate you.”

Chu Yueguang had actually seen the message immediately, but he stubbornly watched the clock for several minutes before giving a reserved reply.

He was a man who had high-handedness and reserve engraved into his very marrow.

Gu Qiuyi said: “Waaaaah, I don’t believe you. Am I just too annoying? Otherwise, why do I have to say dozens of sentences before you reply with one?”

Without waiting for Chu Yueguang to reply, he followed up with incredible speed: “If Brother hates me, just delete me. I won’t be sad. I won’t lose my appetite or sleep for days just because you deleted me, nor will I feel like the world is no longer beautiful because of it. I won’t, Brother.”

Jiang Hansa was stunned by his typing speed. Watching him send that message, he was completely dumbfounded. “…Is this how you usually talk to Chu Yueguang?”

Gu Qiuyi: “Is there something wrong with how I talk?”

Jiang Hansa said dryly, “…No… no problem.”

There’s a huge problem! Chu Yueguang was born into the elite—one of the top figures in the entire capital. Needless to say, the Chu family was a super first-class tycoon family. The Chu Group’s reach extended worldwide; they seemed to be everywhere, with countless government collaborations. To other wealthy families, they were a veritable titan.

Especially since the Chu family’s reputation was excellent—the couple in power had stellar reputations. Under these circumstances, as the sole male heir of the Chu family, Chu Yueguang had been the “moon surrounded by stars” since childhood. This had bred an arrogance that allowed him to look down on anyone.

Jiang Hansa was a very distant relative, but in terms of blood, they were effectively unrelated. He could call Chu Yueguang “Cousin,” but everyone knew that was just social climbing. Chu Yueguang didn’t care about him at all. They were WeChat friends, but whenever he tried to talk to Chu Yueguang, the man never replied.

Even at that birthday party, when he approached to say happy birthday, Chu Yueguang’s eyes never even lingered on him.

The vast difference in class made Jiang Hansa feel humble, like a dog, in front of Chu Yueguang.

But a Chu Yueguang like that was so tolerant toward Gu Qiuyi. It made a very complex emotion rise in Jiang Hansa’s heart. Envy? Dissatisfaction? Or perhaps a secret pleasure in seeing a “god fall from his altar.”

While Jiang Hansa was lost in thought, Chu Yueguang replied: “I won’t delete you.”

Compared to Chu Yueguang’s self-important and deliberately slow replies, Gu Qiuyi was much faster, fitting the enthusiastic and eager image he had built for himself. “Really, Brother! Then can you pay more attention to me? Otherwise, I can’t even eat my food.”

After saying that, he took a photo of the bento box Jiang Hansa had barely touched and sent it over. “Look, Brother, I have no appetite. I can’t eat.”

Jiang Hansa: “………………”

This kid is a master.

Chu Yueguang replied much faster this time: “Eat properly. Don’t be temperamental.”

Then he added a deliberately reserved line: “I’m very busy. I won’t be guarding my phone all day and night, understand?”

Gu Qiuyi tapped away: “Okay, I understand. Don’t worry, Brother, I will eat properly, because that’s what you want me to do.”

After that, he took a photo of his own already-empty bento box and saved it in his album, planning to send it in half an hour.

Setting his phone down, Gu Qiuyi saw the smile on Jiang Hansa’s face become even more sincere. “You and Chu Yueguang are really close.”

Gu Qiuyi said affectedly, “Oh, we’re just average.”

Jiang Hansa’s mouth twitched, nearly failing to maintain his smile. “…It’s getting late. Let’s go back to school.”

Gu Qiuyi hummed in response, then let out a soft cough. “Brother Hansa, about tonight’s homework?”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

Jiang Hansa said, “We’re already seniors. Don’t you want to get into a good university?”

Gu Qiuyi said without hesitation, “No.”

Jiang Hansa: Fine, that’s very “salted fish.”

Jiang Hansa gritted his teeth and said, “Fine. Since you asked, I’ll take care of all your future homework.”

Gu Qiuyi cheered, “Yay! Brother Hansa, you’re so nice! I love you!”

Jiang Hansa smiled, but in his heart, he cursed: Damn homosexual.

When Gu Qiuyi returned home that evening, the first thing he did was ask Auntie Jiang, “Auntie, did you ask my dad?”

Auntie Jiang remembered and said, “I told your father. He said it’s not necessary. You can just leave for school two hours early and walk; that way you can exercise.”

Gu Qiuyi: “…”

He hadn’t expected Gu Qingbai to be so cold and ruthless.

Gu Qiuyi couldn’t help but speak up: “Dad is the one who should be exercising. He’s already in his mid-forties. He should know that a man’s sexual capability starts declining at age 25. By forty, he’s got one foot in the grave. If he starts exercising now, it won’t just strengthen his physique; it can effectively improve kidney deficiency and the lack of energy common in middle-aged men. It can even revive a man’s prowess.”

Auntie Jiang: “…”

She let out an embarrassed call, “Mr. Gu.”

Gu Qiuyi turned around. Gu Qingbai was standing right behind him, his face dark and sinking as he glared at him with pure ill-intent.

Gu Qiuyi: “…Everything I said is backed by science.”

Gu Qingbai’s voice was icy, laced with fury and disgust. “You’ve been in school this long, and the only thing you’ve learned is how to spout nonsense?”

Gu Qiuyi looked at Auntie Jiang and said to her, “See? He’s feeling guilty.”

Auntie Jiang: “…”

Gu Qingbai: “…”