[Quick Transmigration] The Pretty Little Cannon Fodder Who Doesn’t Speak - Chapter 13

Even if Yuan Bao was as dumb as a rock, it knew this was clearly a trap set by someone. Especially since Jiang Minghui had been deliberately or unintentionally glued to Xia Zhixu the moment he appeared.

Judging by Xia Zhixu’s current state, he was probably incapable of making a phone call…

Seeing Xia Zhixu’s face flushed an unnatural crimson, his eyes dazed and blinking blankly, Yuan Bao’s maternal instincts surged.

‘The host’s virtue was its responsibility to protect.’

The call connected after two or three rings.

“Xia Zhixu?”

Xia Zhixu strained to open his eyes. He seemed to recognise Song Qingchuan’s voice… His mouth felt parched. He licked his lips, opened his mouth, but no words came out. Everything before him still spun… He felt nauseous.

He knew he should ask Song Qingchuan for help, but his body was completely unresponsive. He couldn’t speak.

Seeing this, Yuan Bao had no choice but to spend his own system points. He selected a somewhat ordinary voice and addressed Song Qingchuan on the other end. 

“You’re Xia Zhixu’s friend, right? Xia Zhixu got drunk at Passion KTV in Fanhua Guangchang. Could you please come pick him up? He’s currently in the bathroom on the fourth floor.”

Without waiting for Song Qingchuan’s response, Yuan Bao hung up the phone.

That single sentence cost it a thousand system points.

‘Wuwuwu…’ Yuan Bao felt its heart was about to shatter.

After the assessment mission, all its points had been reclaimed. Upon officially entering the small world, it started with only five thousand base points. After spending points on snacks for Xia Zhixu, it now had barely over a thousand points left. 

It wanted to cry too.

The restrictions on basic systems were severe, especially for a low-tier one like Yuan Bao. Interfering with the small world outside the host required energy expenditure. Currently, this pitiful, weak little thing could only exist within the host’s mind, performing menial tasks. Only after upgrading could it directly intervene in the small world without consuming energy.

Yuan Bao felt like it was about to split apart, but it was all worth it for the sake of its host.

Clenching its tiny fists, Yuan Bao didn’t feel quite as heartbroken anymore.

Bang bang bang—

A sudden knock echoed outside the door.

Yuan Bao’s entire system bristled with alertness, its gaze fixed warily on the doorway.

“…Zhixu, Xia Zhixu… Are you in there? Do you need help? Xia Zhixu…”

It was Jiang Minghui’s voice.

If Yuan Bao had a high enough level, it would’ve turned into a dog and bitten Jiang Minghui to death.

It was utterly disgusting. Even when pursuing someone, getting them drunk was despicable—especially after the person had clearly rejected him.

‘So pathetic. Look at the pretty brother—he’d never stoop to something like this.’

‘If the pretty brother were here, he’d smash this scumbag’s skull.’

‘No, it had to protect its host.’

Glancing at its remaining thousand-odd points, Yuan Bao gritted its teeth and adopted another mediocre middle-aged voice, “What the hell? What’s with all the yelling? Wanna come in and get beaten up?”

Jiang Minghui, “…”

He’d thought this would be his chance to get closer to Xia Zhixu, but not only was Xia Zhixu not in the bathroom, he’d run into a complete idiot!

Fuming but pressed for time to find Xia Zhixu, Jiang Minghui ignored the bathroom intruder and stormed out.

Yuan Bao breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Zhixu sat in the bathroom for over twenty minutes as his phone buzzed incessantly—calls from Jiang Minghui and messages from Shen Lan and the others.

Song Qingchuan hailed a cab and rushed to the bustling Fanhua Guangchang. As soon as he entered the KTV lobby, a staff member approached him. 

“May I assist you?”

“No thanks, I’m looking for someone,” Song Qingchuan replied, striding confidently into the venue.

The staff member who had just been addressing him hurried to the counter and whispered to the woman behind it. 

“Sister Min, that guy is so handsome.”

The kind of man with both temperament and a handsome face—and a killer body.

Sister Min shot the attendant a teasing glance. 

“If you like him, go for it. That guy’s definitely something else.”

Her tone was dripping with innuendo. The waitress flushed instantly, glaring playfully at Sister Min. 

“Sister Min, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Your Sister Min has been through countless flowers—trust me, I know a thing or two. Hook up with him, and he’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven.” 

Sister Min took a drag on her cigarette, her voice dripping with seduction as she finished, then blew a puff of smoke toward the young waitress’s face…

Fourth Floor—

“How could he just disappear? Don’t tell me he left already?”

“Can’t even keep track of a drunk guy? Did he fly away or something?”

“Still can’t get through on the phone?”

“No one’s answering. No reply to messages either.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Qingchuan immediately stopped in his tracks. He recognised it clearly—it belonged to the man who had been pursuing Xia Zhixu earlier.

Peering around the corner, Song Qingchuan saw Jiang Minghui ranting at several people outside a private room. After hearing their response, Jiang Minghui waved his hand in exasperated frustration before entering the room. 

“Keep searching! He was already pretty drunk when he left. If something happened, it’d be a nightmare to handle!”

After confirming Jiang Minghui had entered the room, Song Qingchuan lowered his head and strode quickly down the corridor toward the restroom.

Meanwhile, the people still standing in the hallway continued to grumble under their breath.

“What a buzzkill. Why did he have to wander off drunk? Now we can’t even have fun.”

“Yeah, total buzzkill.”

“Class monitor, next time don’t invite people like that.”

“Like I wanted to? The one inside specifically requested him.”

Song Qingchuan frowned, glancing at the class monitor—a rather pretty girl.

He lowered his eyes, a shadow flickering in them.

‘If Xia Zhixu hadn’t gone to the restroom early, what would have happened tonight?’

‘They set him up…’

Restroom—

Bang bang bang—

The knocking resumed outside the door. Yuan Bao nervously stared at the door.

‘It really had zero points left now!!’

Xia Zhixu narrowed his eyes, pouting in distress. His head was spinning, so miserable. He finally thought he could rest, and someone had to disturb him… 

‘Wuu wuu wuu, he was just a little mushroom…’

“Zhixu! Xia Zhixu! Are you in there? Open the door—”

The ‘mushroom’ Xia Zhixu suddenly shot up like he’d been injected with adrenaline.

“Big… hic… the mushroom’s here…”

But as his hand gripped the doorknob, Xia Zhixu hesitated. Yuan Bao looked at him in confusion, catching a glimpse of panic and fear in his eyes—a bottomless abyss of sorrow.

This was completely unlike Xia Zhixu.

Song Qingchuan’s voice outside continued calling.

Xia Zhixu forced the door open with all his strength, his hand trembling slightly.

The stall door swung open, flooding the space with bright light. Xia Zhixu squinted, turning his head to look at Song Qingchuan standing in the brightness.

“You…”

Before Song Qingchuan could utter his words of concern, Xia Zhixu collapsed straight into his arms.