[Quick Transmigration] The Pretty Little Cannon Fodder Who Doesn’t Speak - Chapter 5

Xia Zhixu couldn’t speak a word, afraid that Song Qingchuan would leave him behind. So he followed closely behind, constantly wiping away the tears that kept flowing!

In this unfamiliar world, encountering someone with a familiar face—someone who looked exactly like Lu Heyan—gave him a sense of familiarity that made him feel a sense of dependence.

Song Qingchuan walked like that for over ten minutes, while Xia Zhixu stumbled along behind him, crying for just as long.　

Song Qingchuan didn’t know why, but hearing Xia Zhixu’s cry made him feel frustrated and agitated, and a faint ache began to form somewhere deep in his heart.　　

Clearly, he was the one who had been abandoned and humiliated! So why was Xia Zhixu crying so pitifully? It was as if he were the unfaithful man!　　

Reaching the end of his patience, Song Qingchuan stopped walking.　　

Xia Zhixu, still wiping away her tears, bumped into Song Qingchuan’s back. He quickly took two steps back and looked at Song Qingchuan with pitiful eyes. He was afraid that his tears would blur his vision and prevent him from seeing the person in front of him, so he kept wiping his tears desperately. His eyes were red and swollen.　　

“What are you crying for?” 

Song Qingchuan’s well-shaped brows furrowed, his cold eyes glaring at Xia Zhixu with a touch of mockery. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Don’t worry, I won’t bother you anymore! You’re free to soar high now. Isn’t this enough? Or do you want me to die? Is it only when I’m dead that you’ll be satisfied…”　　

“N-no…” Xia Zhixu couldn’t speak for a moment, quickly grabbing Song Qingchuan’s hand and urgently stammering, “Wu wu wu… hic… It’s not like that…”　　

Watching Xia Zhixu crying so hard he could barely breathe, Song Qingchuan’s expression grew even darker.

Xia Zhixu, however, seemed completely unafraid. He clung tightly to Song Qingchuan’s hand, struggling to suppress his sobs as he tried to explain himself, “…Wuwu… d-don’t be mad… I was wrong… wuu wuu wuu…”　　

Yuan Bao, ‘Damn it, this Song Qingchuan is such a dog! The host is almost choking from crying so hard, and he’s still being so harsh!! Wuwuwu… Host, don’t cry! Once the task is complete, Yuan Bao will help you teach him a lesson!’  (╬￣皿￣)=○　　

After a long time, Song Qingchuan sighed and finally softened his heart. 

“Have you eaten yet?”  　

It turns out that crying really can soften someone’s heart…  　　

Song Qingchuan wanted to change the subject to distract Xia Zhixu’s attention.  　　

This will be the last time I’ll care about him! Song Qingchuan thought.  　　

Grrrumble—

Xia Zhixu’s stomach seemed to be responding to Song Qingchuan’s question.　　

Song Qingchuan led Xia Zhixu through a series of twists and turns to a shabby little fly-infested restaurant in a remote location.  　　

Due to its remote location, the hygiene was mediocre, and the decor was particularly poor. Anyone with basic standards for living quality wouldn’t come here.  　　

Due to the low prices, the restaurant was frequented mainly by various workers.　

“The environment is just like this… Young master, if you can’t take it, go back to the university!” 

Song Qingchuan sat down at a table, his expression cold as he looked at Xia Zhixu.  　　

Xia Zhixu obediently sat beside Song Qingchuan, his dark, grape-like eyes looking at him pitifully, as if another harsh word from Song Qingchuan would make him burst into tears.  　　

Song Qingchuan, “…”　　

Xia Zhixu didn’t leave? What the hell? After all, since he started university, Xia Zhixu had developed high standards for living. He used to get angry when coming to places like this and kept his distance from me in public. What’s up with him now? Was it because he got dumped by that rich young master the other day?　

Originally, Xia Zhixu had come to apologise. He had planned to work hard to earn money and repay Song Qingchuan for the money he had spent on him. But now, seeing Song Qingchuan’s appearance, Xia Zhixu couldn’t stay calm. 

His appearance and demeanour were exactly like Lu Heyan’s… or perhaps he was Lu Heyan himself, the Lu Heyan of this world.　　

That thought made Xia Zhixu want to rely on him and act spoiled toward him.　　

“I know you—you’re really angry… I know I was wrong…” Xia Zhixu said, lowering his eyes and nervously twisting his fingers.　　

I’m sorry, Lu Heyan. I didn’t live long enough. You had only been gone for a little over four years when I died.　　

I’m sorry, Song Qingchuan. Xia Zhixu took advantage of you and belittled you like this, sending you to hell.　　

I’m sorry.　　

“At university… everyone’s financial situation was so well-off, I was afraid of being looked down on… There were a lot of rich guys chasing me, and everyone envied me. I had never experienced anything like this before. They gave me many expensive gifts, and I couldn’t resist. Those sugar-coated bullets crushed me… I wasn’t strong enough… After you left that day, I was actually very sad… I’ve thought a lot these days… I can’t live without you! Song Qingchuan… please don’t be mad at me, I really know I was wrong!” Xia Zhixu mustered his courage and gently hooked his finger around Song Qingchuan’s index finger.　　

Back then, when Lu Heyan was angry, he would do the same and act a little spoiled, and Lu Heyan would forgive him.　

A flash of shock passed through Song Qingchuan’s eyes. The stifling anger in his chest suddenly dissipated.　　

When he first came out of the village, hadn’t he also been blinded by the outside world’s glitz and glamour? He had made mistakes himself, so how could he demand that Xia Zhixu never do the same?  

“I’ve already made things clear with Jiang Minghui… I’ve returned everything they gave me…” 

Seeing that Song Qingchuan wasn’t speaking, Xia Zhixu feared he might not believe him and hurriedly added, afraid of being misunderstood.　　

As the atmosphere grew quiet, Xia Zhixu’s heart sank, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Song Qingchuan sighed and took Xia Zhixu’s hand. From years of hard labour, his hands were rough and calloused, forming a stark contrast to Xia Zhixu’s delicate, soft skin. However, his palm was dry and warm. That feeling, too, was just like Lu Heyan’s.　　

Xia Zhixu’s lips curved into a small smile, a sugary sweetness blooming in his heart, leaving him slightly dazed. 

“Just this once,” Song Qingchuan relented.  

Hearing that, Xia Zhixu froze for a second, then lifted his gaze to meet Song Qingchuan’s eyes. He broke into a brilliant, tear-streaked smile, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Mhm! I’ll be good.”　　

So please don’t leave me alone this time.

Yuan Bao looked at the darkening value, which had dropped to forty in an instant, and couldn’t believe its eyes.

Huh? Is the system malfunctioning? Why did it drop so much?

It seems that the host being a crybaby isn’t necessarily a bad thing. He even made me, the system, go soft. Let alone the target of this task in the small world. At least Song Qingchuan still has a conscience.　　

Yuan Bao pulled out its little notebook and wrote down carefully—Strategy tip: target is prone to softening toward crying people.

Yuan Bao, ‘Host, you’re a genius! Friendly reminder—Target Song Qingchuan’s darkening value has decreased by thirty per cent, currently at forty per cent.’　

Xia Zhixu heard Yuan Bao’s words in his mind, blinked his eyes, and felt a bit worried. 

If the task is completed, will he be forced to leave? Should he increase the darkening value a bit? If the darkening value fluctuates, can he stay with Song Qingchuan forever?

Yuan Bao, !!!　　

Yuan Bao, ‘Dear host, don’t do anything reckless! If the darkening value is completely cleared, you can still live out your life in this little world!’