Transmigrated as the Paranoid Villain’s Silly Little Sun - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ye Zhuo walked ostentatiously for a while.

He was aware of the gazes falling upon him and the voices that gradually faded away. His heart was filled with immense pride and self-satisfaction: “Even wearing a shell like this, the temperament of a deity truly cannot be hidden! That human saying ‘gold will always shine’ really doesn’t lie to me!”

At a time like this, a bit of Power of Faith would make everything perfect!

Wait… speaking of Power of Faith…

Ye Zhuo looked back and discovered that his Believer Number One was nowhere to be found.

“Where is my believer? My so-very-large believer???”

After all that, that guy hadn’t even followed him closely!

When other deities made an appearance, they were surrounded by a crowd of fanatical believers who would scatter flower petals and such… He didn’t even expect the flower petals, yet that human hadn’t even kept up with him!

And he talked about making a deal—what kind of deal was this supposed to be?

Ye Zhuo felt wronged.

He didn’t want to wait for this derelict believer anymore and dashed back to his dormitory following the original owner’s memory.

Xiyuan Military Academy dorms were all double rooms. Ye Zhuo’s roommate was tidying his desk; when he turned around and saw him, his whole body froze in shock, and he didn’t snap out of it for a long while.

For no other reason than the difference was truly too vast—it was practically two different people.

The original Ye Zhuo was arrogant and reckless, usually looking down his nose at everyone, completely ignoring others.

Now, it was the same face, and even the same way of looking down his nose and ignoring people, yet something was fundamentally different.

While the roommate was dazed, Ye Zhuo gave him a glance and then looked at his own desk, tilting his head in confusion: “Where are his things?”

According to the original owner’s memory, there should have been some daily necessities on that desk! Who took his stuff?

Could this be the legendary campus bullying?

Ye Zhuo immediately perked up. “Hey, are you trying to kick me out of the dorm?” he asked.

“So, so what if I am!” the roommate forced himself to say. “Hey, you didn’t go get gene-editing surgery, did you? How did you—”

Before he could finish, he saw Ye Zhuo’s expression change, his gaze sinking deep as he looked toward him.

The room became as bright as high noon. Ye Zhuo’s peach-blossom eyes, which previously felt tacky and unbearable to the roommate, were now completely different: that gaze was too vast, as if it contained ten thousand sprawling stars, and the owner of this gaze reigned supreme above those stars.

A faint light spread out from his body, framing him as if he were a heavenly god.

The roommate was stunned.

The roommate was so stunned he almost forgot how to speak.

“Ye-Ye-Ye Zhuo! You, you, you’re glowing!” he stammered.

Ye Zhuo said coldly, “Mortal, do you know your error?”

The roommate shrank his neck, speaking cautiously and lowering his voice: “Ye Zhuo, you forgot? You and Fu the Second—uh, you and Fu Yiyang got married, so you were moved to the couples’ dormitory. The school’s domestic robots packed up your things and took them away.”

Ah? Is that so? Ye Zhuo really didn’t know that.

“Then why didn’t you say so sooner,” Ye Zhuo said speechlessly. “What ‘glowing’? Why would I need to glow? I am light itself, alright!” He stopped glaring, turned around, and prepared to leave.

The roommate hesitated for a few seconds, looking at Ye Zhuo again and again: “What should I do? It feels like my eyes can only follow him, I can’t even look away! Aaaaah!”

The next moment, he decisively followed his heart, running eagerly to Ye Zhuo’s side and saying, “A-Zhuo, do you know the way? Do you want me to take you? I can help you carry your box!” The way he addressed him had already changed from Ye Zhuo to A-Zhuo!

In the interstellar era, small-scale spatial folding technology was perfected. The so-called ‘box’ was actually only a few inches square and didn’t need help carrying at all. However, Ye Zhuo was very susceptible to this kind of flattery, so he nodded slightly: “Fine.”

The roommate was named Yu Zhan, a round-faced young boy with two dimples who looked quite cute. He was also from a noble family and used to look down on Ye Zhuo immensely. Now, he was carrying Ye Zhuo’s small box, happily leading him to the new dormitory.

For some reason, the more he looked at Ye Zhuo, the more his heart leaped. Along the way, he was full of inquiries and various forms of attentive hospitality.

It reached the point where Ye Zhuo felt very satisfied, thinking Yu Zhan was so suitable to be his believer!

Except for the fact that this person wouldn’t give him Power of Faith… Sigh… Ye Zhuo let out a long sigh.

Yu Zhan led him all the way to the new dormitory, and the AI automatically opened the door. The environment of the couples’ suite was very good. Upon entering, there was a small living room; looking to the left, there was a large double bed. Fu Yiyang was standing by the living room window, his boxes not even opened.

Fu Yiyang originally thought that, given Ye Zhuo’s personality, he would definitely be making a scene about changing dorms right now.

However…

He saw Ye Zhuo sit on the sofa with a grand aura. Yu Zhan followed him in, running back and forth to help him unpack. Finally, he asked flatteringly, “A-Zhuo, are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to eat anything?”

“Eat what? There’s nothing but nutrient supplements here, what’s there to eat.” Ye Zhuo said, “No.”

Yu Zhan really wanted to chat more with Ye Zhuo, but Fu Yiyang was looming nearby. That man had an extremely strong presence; when his eyes swept over, they made Yu Zhan’s heart thump. In the end, Yu Zhan gave Ye Zhuo a “see you later” gesture and quietly slipped away.

After walking out the door, the first thing he did was run to the Xiyuan Military Academy forum and post a thread: “Did you guys see Ye Zhuo today!”

Ye Zhuo was still completely unaware of this.

Comparing Yu Zhan to Fu Yiyang, Ye Zhuo thought: “What kind of believer is this!”

“Hey, you haven’t done what a believer should do at all,” Ye Zhuo said dissatisfied.

Fu Yiyang initially didn’t want to respond. Since Ye Zhuo was staying here, he planned to find another place for himself.

But the next second, Ye Zhuo snapped his fingers, and the room was suddenly filled with sunlight.

“Hurry up and do something a believer should do!” Ye Zhuo ordered arrogantly.

He had to do something a believer should do! For example, today’s portion of Power of Faith should be handed over!

Within this light, the mental power snarling in Fu Yiyang’s chest instantly calmed.

The thought of leaving completely dissipated. He immersed himself in the sunlight and, after a long while, said, “Mm.”

“What the heck is ‘Mm’?” Ye Zhuo found it bizarre.

Then he watched as Fu Yiyang dazed out for a bit, then suddenly walked to the small open kitchen next to the living room.

“Heh, you think you can do whatever you want just because you know how to cook?” Ye Zhuo said. After saying that, he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

Alright, he really could do whatever he wanted.

Not having Power of Faith to eat, some actual food was quite good too. That nutrient supplement at noon made Ye Zhuo want to vomit.

They ate dinner together. Ye Zhuo ate the noodles Fu Yiyang spent five minutes boiling, while Fu Yiyang silently gnawed on a nutrient supplement.

After eating, Ye Zhuo slumped on the sofa and flipped through the school forum with his optical computer.

The thread Yu Zhan posted in the afternoon had already become a hot topic. He had posted anonymously, and the content of the main post was extremely “simp-like,” leading to several dozen floors of various mockery until someone posted a short clip—it was the segment of Ye Zhuo getting off the hovercar and entering the school gate.

The comments instantly changed to:

“This is Ye Pei-pei?”

“What happened to Ye Pei-pei? I almost didn’t recognize him!”

“Which hospital’s gene-editing project did Ye Pei-pei use? Holy sh*t, I’m sold.”

“It’s actually so natural, no signs of modification at all! Could it be that the Academy of Sciences is in charge of plastic surgery now?”

“How did he do it? Did you guys notice? It feels like the light on his body is brighter than the surroundings! He didn’t bring his own beauty lamp, did he?”

Ye Zhuo couldn’t help but feel smug: “What beauty lamp? I am the beauty lamp!”

After browsing the forum for a bit longer and seeing that it was late enough, Ye Zhuo ran back to the bedroom satisfied and lay down, occupying the entire bed alone, letting out an unfamiliar yawn.

When he was a deity, he never felt sleepy, and certainly didn’t need to sleep. So he felt exceptionally unaccustomed to this moment, not knowing why he was forcing his eyes open, wanting to play a bit longer.

When he truly couldn’t hold out anymore, he thought dizzily: “Ah, today is another day without Power of Faith. Is it because two portions came in yesterday…” He snapped his fingers, and a beam of sunlight instantly fell upon Fu Yiyang in the living room.

“Heartless believer,” Ye Zhuo thought, falling asleep huffily.

When he woke up the next day, Fu Yiyang was no longer in the living room. Fu Yiyang hadn’t entered the bedroom, and it seemed he hadn’t touched the sofa Ye Zhuo liked to slump on; Ye Zhuo had no idea where he had slept. Thinking that the man seemed to have a special fondness for the basement, perhaps he had some eccentricity.

However, on the dining table sat a portion of fried beef and a few leaves of vegetables. Clearly, it was left for Ye Zhuo to eat.

“Ah! Breakfast! This believer at least has a bit of conscience left!”

Ye Zhuo finished his breakfast happily when he heard a knock on the door. It was his new favorite, the “believer-in-waiting” Yu Zhan.

He had specifically brought fruit to feed him—a small basket of bright, dripping cherries.

Fruit was a luxury in the interstellar era, not even something money could always buy. Yu Zhan had to ask his family to get them and couldn’t wait to present the treasure to Ye Zhuo.

He didn’t know why, and he felt this might be very strange and that he was losing face, but he just really wanted to please Ye Zhuo! He was the type who wanted to offer all the good things to him! The thought of being able to feed Ye Zhuo made him incredibly happy!

The result… Ye Zhuo: “Oh, I bestow this upon you.” There were plenty of such things in the Main World; he didn’t care for them.

Yu Zhan was initially a bit disappointed, but hearing the word “bestow,” he visibly brightened up again, as if he had completely forgotten these were his own things. He happily went to the classroom with Ye Zhuo, even helping him carry his stuff.

Ye Zhuo was in the School of Music, which was mostly filled with people who got in through donations. Xiyuan Military Academy was originally established with funds from the military; setting up an arts department was nothing more than giving noble children who couldn’t get into other departments a chance to get gilded, and providing the military with another donation channel.

The School of Music already held an awkward position in Xiyuan. The original owner had a bad temper and even worse social standing, having no friends in school.

Yesterday’s thread had spread widely, so many classmates in the classroom were very curious—did Ye Pei-pei really undergo some gene-editing project?

Until Ye Zhuo walked in with his head held high.

Arts students could wear casual clothes on regular days. Ye Zhuo dressed simply, just a white shirt and black pants. The original owner used to love various flamboyant outfits, being as flashy as possible; the sudden change in style instead highlighted the refinement of his features.

His body was enveloped in a layer of soft light, those peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowed, his cheeks stained with a bit of red—like traces left by the sun, or a bit of abrupt paint dropped by a brush, making his whole person vivid.

In the gray surroundings, this person was practically glowing.

After snapping out of it, everyone had one thought in their hearts: “Sh*t, is that really Ye Zhuo?”

“Is this really Ye Zhuo???”

It reached the point where when the teacher came in to start the lesson, the classroom was still eerily quiet.

The teacher’s surname was Liang. Besides teaching music, he was also in charge of their class. Xiyuan Military Academy followed old traditions; generally, teachers still gave live lectures, only using virtual images in special circumstances.

Teacher Liang knew this was a group of rich kids whose attendance was just a formality, and he usually managed them very casually. At this moment, after saying some casual words like “congratulations on moving up a grade,” he started playing the piano, leading everyone to start singing.

They were singing Xiyuan’s school song, a military song titled “The Person on the Tombstone.” The style was solemn and grand, aimed at commemorating the souls lost in war.

These wealthy children had never been to a battlefield, yet a chorus of nearly a hundred people was still very imposing.

Ye Zhuo had previously looked through the original owner’s memory; he could learn this kind of song after hearing it once.

Truth be told, singing really wasn’t hard for him.

—Yes! Ye Zhuo used to be the lead singer in the Sun God’s choir, singing for the Sun God to hear!

Singing was something he could do with his eyes closed!

The prelude ended, and everyone started singing. However, very quickly, the people beside him stopped.

Then, the people further away stopped.

In just that short period of time, only Ye Zhuo was left singing in the classroom. All eyes were focused on him, and every heartbeat beat along with his song.

Ye Zhuo finished singing in a daze, just about to say, “Do you guys actually know how to sing or what? Why did you stop halfway through?” when at that moment, he received a portion of Power of Faith!

One portion of Power of Faith!

“Aaaaah! Is he about to have his second believer so soon!” Ye Zhuo was super excited, but as he turned his head, he saw Fu Yiyang standing outside the door, watching him.

That person’s gaze was too deep. When Ye Zhuo unexpectedly met it, he felt as if he were being scorched by fire: this was a human sensation called “scalding.”

Ye Zhuo was shocked—this believer, he was actually a voice-con!

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