Transmigrated Into the Cannon Fodder Roommate in a BL Novel - Chapter 4

This instructor was surnamed Wang. He looked nearly thirty years old, yet he was still just a low-ranking soldier in the squad. He had a wretched aura about him, very much like the “Creepy Neighbor Wang” stereotype.

After Instructor Wang finished praising Bai Qing, he took two steps to the right and discovered that this person was very tall; if he didn’t look up, he could only see a section of neck and a chin.

The neck was slender and fair with smooth, attractive muscle lines. The chin was the same color as the neck, with a contour as standard as a manga protagonist.

With just one glance, he could be certain that this student’s appearance was definitely not lacking.

Instructor Wang’s heart stirred; he deeply felt that he had been assigned to the right formation this time.

He looked up expectantly, only to see a face that was exceptionally handsome but absolutely not friendly.

An Cheng made no effort to hide his disgust, his eyelids lifting slightly as he shot a sideways glare at Instructor Wang.

The words of praise at the tip of Instructor Wang’s tongue seemed to freeze; he couldn’t speak. Finally, with a serious expression, he said, “You stand right here.”

Once Instructor Wang had walked a bit further away, Bai Qing lowered his voice. “Cheng-ge, you don’t like him?”

An Cheng added emphasis to his tone: “I hate him.”

Bai Qing paused. Usually, when he heard others use that word, it was mostly as a joke while playing around. It was his first time encountering someone as blunt and matter-of-fact as Cheng-ge.

As expected of Cheng-ge.

After Instructor Wang finished arranging the formation, he began leading the drills.

As a veteran of over a dozen military trainings, An Cheng was more than familiar with the process.

First, learn the movements, then start freeze-frame practice to pick out mistakes. Then practice in rows, and finally, march in formation.

Among these, the freeze-frame practice was the most exhausting, yet instructors always loved doing it.

Instructor Wang was the same. His mouth opened and closed as he barked orders: “Good, freeze! Hold it steady like that.”

An Cheng looked down at his mechanical watch. Morning training was three and a half hours long, and only half an hour had passed so far.

Fortunately, this body’s constitution was good and could still hold up.

An Cheng tilted his head to look at Bai Qing.

An Cheng had known since yesterday that Bai Qing’s figure was excellent—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. But today, seeing him in this military training uniform with the belt cinched tight, his waist-to-hip ratio was fully revealed. He managed to make the cheap uniform look like a formal military dress.

Bai Qing wasn’t being particularly serious either. Sensing An Cheng’s gaze, he tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth and eyes curving upward simultaneously.

An Cheng’s eyes were dazzled. When Bai Qing smiled, he looked like a little white rabbit—pure and lovely. Even the sunlight behind him seemed to grow brighter.

As a return gesture, the corner of An Cheng’s mouth rose by exactly one pixel.

Bai Qing noticed An Cheng’s lack of cheer. “Cheng-ge, are you tired?”

An Cheng retracted his gaze. “Not tired.”

Instructor Wang patrolled from front to back, shouting as he looked: “You’re all men, I won’t be picky. If someone’s movement is wrong, or something’s out of place, I’ll directly use my hands to snap you into shape! Now get those movements right!”

When he reached the second-to-last row, An Cheng watched with his own eyes as Instructor Wang squeezed a student’s arm, pinched a student’s waist, and slapped Chen He’s buttocks.

“Tighten those glutes! What kind of look is this, all loose and floppy?”

Chen He grit his teeth inwardly. He was a gay man; having his buttocks touched by this oily, arrogant man was beyond disgusting. Fire practically spewed from his eyes.

Yet Instructor Wang didn’t see it. He strolled leisurely over to An Cheng’s side, glancing over as if looking for a mistake to correct.

An Cheng believed that after so many military trainings, his movements were absolutely flawless, yet Instructor Wang still reached out, intending to do something.

An Cheng’s eyes went cold, his brows pressing down, his voice sharp and stern: “Try touching me if you dare.”

Instructor Wang froze on the spot. When he snapped out of it, he was furious, but seeing that the other party was a head taller than him and seeing the fierce aura on his face, his heart inexplicably went cold.

He suppressed his displeasure. Anyway, there was still the other beautiful man.

Humming a tune, he walked over to Bai Qing’s side. Just as he was about to reach out and slap a buttock, An Cheng tilted his head over again: “Try moving against him if you dare?”

Instructor Wang felt inexplicably intimidated and didn’t dare say anything. He hurriedly ended the freeze-frame and let everyone rest.

During the break, Instructor Wang sat on a low stool reserved for instructors, staring at An Cheng.

What’s the deal with this kid? Does he have a background? How does he dare talk to me like that?

On the other side, An Cheng sat on the ground, his wrist resting on a bent knee while he panted slightly.

Bai Qing sat down as well, his waist slightly bowed. “I don’t like other people touching me either. Thanks just now, Cheng-ge.”

If it were just him, he wouldn’t have been able to say those words.

Realizing his words might be ambiguous, he added: “Mainly, I don’t like people touching my butt. Other things are fine.”

An Cheng silently recalled the plot for a moment. Thinking about how the tragic protagonist shou was originally a good kid like Bai Qing, and how Bai Qing didn’t like people touching his butt, he felt a momentary pang of pity and cursed this damn plot.

“It’s fine.” An Cheng said. “From now on, no one will touch it.”

This statement left Bai Qing stunned. He laughed twice and stood up. “Cheng-ge, while there’s still time, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Boys don’t have the tradition of needing a companion to go to the bathroom. Bai Qing didn’t ask An Cheng to follow him, he just left after speaking.

An Cheng thought back to the text. During this time frame, Bai Qing should still be safe.

An Cheng relaxed, unscrewed his bottle cap, and tilted his head to drink water.

Five minutes later, Instructor Wang stood up and clapped his hands. “Alright, start training.”

An Cheng stood straight. Relying on his height advantage, he scanned the crowd but didn’t see Bai Qing. Looking into the distance, he didn’t see anyone walking back either. His brows began to furrow.

Instructor Wang also noticed this. “Where are the others?”

Someone raised their hand to answer: “Instructor! There were too many people in the bathroom. Those who went late might still be in line!”

An Cheng noticed that Chen He was still in the formation, while Wang Qimeng was absent. It was possible they were indeed still in line, so the tension in his heart eased slightly.

A moment later, Wang Qimeng returned. He stood a bit further forward in the rows and had to pass by An Cheng.

An Cheng grabbed him. “Where’s Bai Qing?”

Wang Qimeng said: “Bai-ge went late. He’s a bit further back in the line, but it should be soon.”

An Cheng waited patiently for another moment, but this wait brought a head full of alarm bells.

The kitten appeared in his mind: “Protagonist shou in danger!”

At the same time, An Cheng began to feel inexplicably sleepy. This passively appearing “Golden Finger” made An Cheng’s heart sink.

Without hesitation, he broke into a run toward the bathroom.

Seeing someone suddenly leave the formation, Instructor Wang squinted and saw it was that same defiant troublemaker. He immediately bellowed: “Where the hell are you going, kid?”

No response.

In the crowd, Chen He looked at An Cheng’s back and suddenly smiled.

When An Cheng ran to the men’s bathroom, someone was standing at the entrance. Seeing An Cheng run over, he spoke with an embarrassed look: “Sorry, the stalls inside are all filled by my brothers. They’ve got diarrhea; it’s gonna be a while. Why don’t you go to the one opposite—”

In An Cheng’s mind, “Rebirth” floated on the left and “100 Million Assets” floated on the right, accompanied by the kitten’s loud screaming. His head ached and his heart raced violently.

He could tell at a glance that this person was full of lies. With an impatient cold sneer, he delivered a heavy kick to the man’s stomach, sending him flying into the corner.

He rushed into the bathroom and saw four people gathered in a corner, punching and kicking the person in the center of the circle.

Fists hitting a body made dull thuds, and the person being beaten was in so much pain that they could only let out muffled groans.

On the floor, the screen of Bai Qing’s phone was already shattered.

An Cheng’s face was terrifyingly dark. He directly grabbed the mop from the sink, the water from it dripping all over the floor.

He stepped behind the four men in a few strides and, before they could react, swung it heavily. The water sprayed a beautiful pattern across the wall.