[Quick Transmigration] The Pretty Little Cannon Fodder Who Doesn’t Speak - Chapter 15

‘Aaaah…’

Xia Zhixu hid shyly under the covers, afraid to wake up.

‘Wu wu wu… If only he could forget last night… but unfortunately, he remembered most of it.’

Including how he’d kissed Song Qingchuan first, and how Song Qingchuan had taught him how to kiss.

‘His first kiss.’

But he wasn’t sad at all. Instead, he felt incredibly happy, excited, and a little embarrassed.

He’d given his first kiss to Song Qingchuan—and Song Qingchuan and Lu Heyan shared the same childhood nickname!

He was even more certain that Song Qingchuan was Lu Heyan.

‘So happy…’

‘Song Qingchuan kissed him—did that mean he liked him too? He hadn’t kissed the original Xia Zhixu after all those years together, yet he kissed him. He must like him.’

Overwhelmed by shyness, he wanted to grab the quilt saturated with Song Qingchuan’s scent and seal himself away forever.

Song Qingchuan returned with breakfast. Opening the door, he saw Xia Zhixu squirming under the covers. He smiled helplessly, closed the door, placed the food on the table, then strode over and scooped up Xia Zhixu, who’d been trying to hide himself. 

Startled, Xia Zhixu met Song Qingchuan’s smiling eyes, froze for a moment, then flushed.

‘So adorable.’

The little system Yuan Bao, who had almost been locked away yesterday, raged angrily inside Xia Zhixu’s mind.

Yuan Bao, “Host! You can’t be like this! You’ll just get bullied later! You have to toughen up!! Make him know your household status!!”

Anyway, with Xia Zhixu acting like this shy little wife, he’d never believe Yuan Bao’s words or separate from Song Qingchuan. Yuan Bao decided to change tactics. It would teach Xia Zhixu to be proud and a little spoiled instead!

Xia Zhixu, “Mmm… But Yanyan wouldn’t bully me.”

Yuan Bao, “Host, have you forgotten he’s not the same Yanyan from your memories? He’s destined to become the big villain in the future. He might even imprison you someday!”

Xia Zhixu, “If he wants to, that’s fine. He wouldn’t hurt me anyway.”

Yuan Bao, Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

‘Why was its host’s brain wired so differently from everyone else?’

Yuan Bao, “…But later on, many people will like him. If you don’t make him understand your household status, what if he falls for someone else?”

Xia Zhixu, “Is ‘household status’ that powerful?”

Yuan Bao, “Mm-hmm!”

Xia Zhixu, “Then what should I do?”

He absolutely didn’t want Song Qingchuan to fall for someone else. Song Qingchuan was his—only his.

Yuan Bao flipped through its manual and said earnestly, “Host, I’ll teach you. Go up there, slap him, and scold him—say, ‘Your left cheek is begging for a slap, and your right cheek is dying for a kick!  How dare you take advantage of me while I was drunk, you #%￥…& bastard!’”

Song Qingchuan stared at Xia Zhixu, who stood there dumbfounded with his soft cowlick standing up like a fool. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed him again.

Xia Zhixu completely forgot Yuan Bao’s instructions and stared shyly at Song Qingchuan.

‘Ah! Song Qingchuan kissed him again—he was so happy, and yet so shy.’

‘Wait, what did Yuanbao say? Oh right—slap and… bastard.’

‘But slapping hurts, doesn’t it? He can’t bring himself to do it, so he’ll just do it gently.’

Xia Zhixu extended his pale little paw, gently touched Song Qingchuan’s face, then lifted his chin and said seriously, “Bastard!”

Yuan Bao, “…”

Yuan Bao, Σ (ﾟДﾟ;)

‘Ah, this… th-th-this… Host, you’re asking to get bullied like this, you know.’

Then Yuan Bao saw the world before its eyes turned into familiar snowflakes. Yuan Bao gnawed on its handkerchief in bitter rage. 

‘It died again.’

Song Qingchuan pinned Xia Zhixu down on the bed and thoroughly bullied him, stopping just short of the final step. What could he do? His boyfriend was just too adorable.

Besides, it had been Xia Zhixu who seduced him first—he had proof.

Xia Zhixu was exhausted, embarrassed, and just a little bit happy.

“After you freshen up, I’ll drive you back to school,” Song Qingchuan said.

Xia Zhixu looked at him pitifully. 

‘After all that, he was actually thinking about sending him back to school?!’

Song Qingchuan cleared his throat. He suddenly felt like a scumbag who used someone and then threw them away. But Xia Zhixu could have anything he wanted—except neglecting his studies.

Xia Zhixu was academically gifted and had earned admission to such a prestigious university. He couldn’t let their relationship ruin his studies.

Xia Zhixu let out a small whine of protest.

“You studied for years to get into this university. I’m different—I only have a middle school diploma. I want to open a shop someday. Having a good degree will help me, right? Otherwise, what if I get scammed?” 

Song Qingchuan crouched beside Xia Zhixu, cupping his hand and kissing it.

Xia Zhixu curled his toes in embarrassment. 

“Alright… fine. I’ll study hard. I won’t let you get cheated.”

“Was it your class monitor who invited you to the KTV yesterday?” Song Qingchuan asked.

Song Qingchuan pondered for a moment, deciding he should warn Xia Zhixu to stay away from those people. Someone like Jiang Minghui wouldn’t stop at just once. Precisely because of this, Song Qingchuan felt he needed to become stronger quickly. He planned to quit his job at the repair shop by the end of the month.

Recalling yesterday’s ordeal at the KTV, Xia Zhixu felt utterly drained, muttering a subdued “Mm-hmm.”

He knew he’d been tricked.

“Stay away from them from now on. If anyone bullies you, remember to call me,” Song Qingchuan said seriously.

Xia Zhixu nodded obediently. 

“Okay~”

Song Qingchuan sent Xia Zhixu back to school on his modified secondhand motorcycle, which still looked pretty cool.

Song Qingchuan felt genuinely happy. He’d never been so hopeful about his future. It would have been even better if he could ignore Xia Zhixu’s hand resting on his abs.

***

Xia Zhixu parted ways with Song Qingchuan at the school gate. Song Qingchuan waited until Xia Zhixu was completely out of sight before turning back to his bike.

Only then did Xia Zhixu pull out his phone and patiently turn it on.

His phone had been bombarded with calls and messages from Jiang Minghui, Shen Lan, and others yesterday, causing it to shut down. Song Qingchuan had given Xia Zhixu his fully charged phone just before leaving.

There were 99+ missed calls and messages.

A little obsessive-compulsive, Xia Zhixu cleared all the message notifications first. Missed calls weren’t a big deal, but the messages and texts had to be opened one by one.

When he reached Shen Lan’s message, Xia Zhixu replied.

Shen Lan’s final line asked if his brother had taken Xia Zhixu home, requesting a reply once seen.

Xia Zhixu thought for a while, still feeling angry. 

‘He and Shen Lan had no grudge—why would she do this? Especially since she was the class monitor. What exactly had Jiang Minghui offered her to make her act like this?’

Yuan Bao, “These people are truly despicable. Don’t be afraid, Host. Just go for it. Our motto is—never let yourself be wronged.”

Xia Zhixu, “Ah, Yuan Bao, you finally came out. Your love strategy was actually pretty useful. I haven’t even thanked you yet.”

Yuan Bao, “??? What love strategy?”

Xia Zhixu, “The one you taught me yesterday! Thanks to that, my relationship with Song Qingchuan has deepened. You’re amazing!”

Yuan Bao, “…”

Xia Zhixu, “Yuan Bao, why aren’t you talking? Yuan Bao?”

Yuan Bao felt hurt. (T▽T) 

‘Seriously, this is too insulting.’

Its ‘Cursing Manual’ had somehow been turned into a love strategy guide?

Yuan Bao, “As long as you’re happy, Host…”

And with that, the topic was dropped.