This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 07

Zong Yuan, who was not afraid of the sky and the earth, feared only two things in life. One is a math problem involving calculations, and the other?...

Zong Yuan's complexion stiffened. He kept at least a three meter distance away from Fu Xin. His scalp became numb, and his goose bumps raised up, "Stay away from me!"

Fu Xin kept the fish in one hand and looked at him feeling lost, "What's the matter?"

Zong Yuan was so repulsed by the fish that he couldn't keep his composure. That thing was sticky and slippery, and covered with closely packed scales. He quivered in fear, "Don't touch that thing, throw it away!"

Fu Xin obediently threw the fish into the water. As soon as this crucian carp, which was about 20 centimeters in size, entered the water, it swayed its tail and fluttered its gills. Zong Yuan's legs froze in place. He looked up at the sky or down to the ground and absolutely refused to look at the school of fish swimming around in the tank.

Fu Xin frowned with worry, "Are you afraid of fish?"

Zong Yuan sneered, "How is it possible?"

Although he said those words with an air of confidence, his expression exposed him 

Fu Xin smiled without even realizing it. He wiped his hands and intended to pull Zong Yuan out from the section of seafood stalls, but Zong Yuan unconsciously evaded him. 

Fu Xin's raised mouth corners relaxed downwards. He slowly retracted his arm that was still extended out. "What's wrong?"

Zong Yuan loathed, "You still have a fishy smell on your hands."

Fu Xin couldn't tell whether he was relieved or wanted to sigh. He asked the fish seller to lend him water and soap, and made sure that there was no smell on his hands anymore before he walked back to Zong Yuan’s side. Zong Yuan furrowed his brows and made Fu Xin hold his hands out flat. He bent over and smelled his hand seriously like he was analyzing scientific data.

The tip of his nose touched all over Fu Xin's hands and his palms became itchy. Fu Xin lowered his eyes to look at him. 

Zong Yuan stood upright feeling satisfied and nodded, "Very good."

Fu Xin tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Let's go further away."

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Zong Yuan waited to get out of that humid and damp area before relaxing. His face was dark and he threatened Fu Xin, "Don't tell anyone else."

"Yeah," Fu Xin nodded obediently.

Zong Yuan coughed and felt uneasy again, "Buy whatever you want and make bold purchases."

Fu Xin looked at him, "What do you like eating?"

"I like to eat what you like to eat," Zong Yuan spoke without even thinking, "After all, we are connected by the heart."

Fu Xin's cheeks turned slightly red, and he hastened his pace, "Wait here for me."

Zong Yuan followed beside him with his long legs, "Together."

The sky was already beginning to darken. Zong Yuan and Fu Xin rushed to the place Zong Yuan parked his motorcycle while each of them carried a bag of ingredients and snacks.

Zong Yuan called for a taxi and told the taxi to bring the two big bags to the bottom of his apartment. Fu Xin wanted to stop him, "I can hold both of them."

"Forget it," Zong Yuan said, "It’s the first time you’re riding on my motorcycle, don’t you want the experience to look nice?"

Fu Xin silently closed his mouth.

 Zong Yuan put the helmet on Fu Xin's head, "Wear it properly."

Fu Xin took off the helmet. The wind wasn’t strong now but it is hard to guarantee that the wind won’t be strong later. He stubbornly looked at Zong Yuan, "You wear it."

"Tsk," Zong Yuan sighed and took it. He lifted up his long leg, and easily sat on top of the motorcycle. He patted the front position, "Come, sit here facing me, and bury your head into my chest."

There was only just a tiny distance in the front. Sitting face towards him and burying his head into this chest?

Fu Xin climbed onto the back seat. 

Zong Yuan looked at him sideways; his face profile was clean and his nose was tall. He hummed softly, "Fraidy cat."

Fu Xin pretended he did not hear that.

Zong Yuan steadily drove to the gate of the small neighborhood and retrieved the two bags of ingredients from the neighborhood security guard room. When he arrived at the apartment, the sky was completely dark.

Fu Xin prepared the ingredients with swift, clean movements. Zong Yuan was eager to try helping, "What do I do?"

Fu Xin thought for a while, "..." He couldn't think of anything. He spoke with a bit of difficulty, “Wash the veggies?"

Zong Yuan nodded solemnly, and poured the vegetables that needed washing into the water. He acted like he was executing a plan that was crucial to the fate of his country. He washed and rubbed  them like he was giving them a bath. 

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Fu Xin was the classic type of person that had self-raised himself ever since he was a child. He wasn’t in the position to learn and practice making complicated dishes, but making simple home-cooked dishes was not a problem for him. He was even good at making a few types of stir-fried meat.

Zong Yuan’s kitchen was terribly new and was equipped with all types of utensils and kitchen appliances. Fu Xin boiled soup on one side, and stir-fry vegetables on another side. Going from side to side to cook, the whole kitchen slowly filled up with the tempting smell of food and the crackling sounds of heated oil.

Zong Yuan leaned against the kitchen door and peered at Fu Xin's busy back. 0046 drooled, "It smells so good."

"Go away," Zong Yuan said, "Don't bother me observing Fu Xin."

After simmering the sauce and sprinkling on fresh green onion, Fu Xin brought out the last dish. Zong Yuan got out two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard and sighed, "I haven't eaten at home for such a long time."

There were three dishes and one soup: hot and sour potato shreds, hot pepper fried pork slices, Kung Pao chicken, and tomato and egg soup.

Fu Xin nervously watched Zong Yuan take his first bite. Zong Yuan nodded and said with certainty, "It's delicious."

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Fu Xin let out a sigh of relief and ate a mouthful of rice. Just eating rice alone, he still felt like this was the happiest meal he has eaten recently.

He glanced at Zong Yuan and Zong Yuan had the corners of his mouth curled up; it was obvious that he was happy.

His mood was even more cheerful.

After dinner, Zong Yuan took Fu Xin to the guest room, which was next to the master bedroom. He took out a new set of pajamas, "Wear this after taking a shower, hmm, it might be a bit too big," he conceived a devious idea, "How about you only wear just the top shirt?"

Fu Xin glanced at the pajamas that Zong Yuan was holding and hesitated for a couple of seconds, then he nodded, "...oh, okay."

Why the f*ck did he even seriously consider it?!

It was Zong Yuan's turn to feel uncomfortable since he felt like he was luring and abducting a naïve teenager. "Wear the entire set, you don’t want to catch a cold."

Fu Xin took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom, which was clean and bright, and there was a bathtub that had never been used before.

The slippers he was wearing were at least two or three centimeters larger than his own feet. Fu Xin turned on the showerhead and slowly let out a smile in the foggy mist.

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He Xiu’xiu received a phone call from a gangster when she was sleeping on her bed, and she answered with a smile, "Brother Xun, did you finish giving him a lesson?"

The gangster touched the thin knife marks on his face, and shuddered, "I- I- I.. I didn’t. He was walking with another man named Zong Yuan. We didn't go over to them."

He Xiu’xiu hung up the phone with a cold face and her expression was contorted.

First, it was Zhang Zhi'liang, and now you're preying on Zong Yuan, Fu Xin, oh, Fu Xin. I really underestimated you.

B*tch.

Zong Yuan knocked on Fu Xin's door, "Fu Xin, are you done?"

His hair was still dripping with water, and the air around him was hot and humid. The pajamas on his upper body loosely draped off of him and one of his buttons was undone. When he moved, his nice body was faintly exposed from underneath his clothing.

Fu Xin pushed open the door, and the scent of the shower gel, which was the same as the one on his body, poured out of the room. He breathed sharply and his fingers clenched the corners of his shirt, and he didn’t dare to stare at Zong Yuan, "What- what’s wrong?"

Zong Yuan reached out and flicked Fu Xin's damp hair. He spoke with a lazy tone, "Go blow-dry your hair."

Fu Xin followed him into the living room and his eyes refused to obey him and insisted on locking onto Zong Yuan.

Zong Yuan picked up the hair dryer and Fu Xin snatched it out of his hands. He spoke with a low voice, "I'll dry your hair first."

The hair dryer blew noisily.

0046 encouraged Zong Yuan, "The atmosphere is just right! Come on, Zong Yuan! Straighten out his thoughts in one blow!"

Zong Yuan felt that its suggestion made sense. He directly asked, "Fu Xin, do you like Zhang Zhi’liang?"

The hand that Fu Xin held the hair dryer with paused.

Zong Yuan continued, disdainfully, "Your taste isn't that good. He’s so cowardly, how did you even grow to like him? Handsome looks? Good grades? What’s the f’cking point when his character is bad."

It was unknown what Fu Xin thought of but he remained silent for a long time before answering, "You aren’t disgusted by me?"

"Why would I be disgusted by you?" Zong Yuan knocked on the armrest of the sofa, "You just like men, why would you care about others? They can say whatever they want. It's your own business so why are you concerned about other people?"

Fu Xin turned off the hair dryer and made his way to the front of Zong Yuan by going around the sofa. Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Fu Xin, "Was the meal I made tasty?"

This topic ran off into a different direction a bit too fast. Zong Yuan nodded, "It was delicious."

Fu Xin then asked, "Did I make my way to your heart through your stomach?"

Zong Yuan raised the corners of his mouth. He picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table and drew out a cigarette. He scanned Fu Xin up and down and deliberately teased him, "You’re almost there."

Fu Xin let out an expression of disappointment.

Zong Yuan slowly added on a sentence, "I guess it can be considered that you made it there already."

Fu Xin violently raised his head up, and saw that Zong Yuan was smoking while smiling at him casually. Every subtle arc of his mouth made his eyes unable to look away.

His heart was beating wildly before he remembered to refute, "I don't like Zhang Zhi’liang..."

Keep pretending, Zong Yuan nodded perfunctorily.

Fu Xin clutched his violently beating heart. He walked back around Zong Yuan and continued to blow dry his hair. Zong Yuan's layered black hair slid between his fingers.

He remembered what he said earlier.

    "What if you made your way to my heart through my stomach?"

    "Then I will be yours."

It was the first time in years that Fu Xin had let out a brilliant smile on his face. It was as if sunlight broke through the darkness, shone into the deep ocean and cut through the dull silence. He rubbed Zong Yuan’s black hair and thought in his heart, you are mine.

0046 saw his brilliant smile when it turned its head, and was emotionally moved. He was really a simple good boy. He became happy after being coaxed by a few of Zong Yuan's words.

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The next day was Saturday. Zong Yuan brought his card with him and went out with Fu Xin to have fun.

His first destination was the barber shop. With a mixture of wildness, charm, dominance and arrogance*, he pushed Fu Xin to the hairdresser with just only one request, "Make him more handsome."

He waved the golden card in his hand around, "Do you understand?"

The barber nodded with bright eyes, and took Fu Xin to wash his hair, "Come on, handsome, let's go."

Fu Xin pressed his lips together and stared at Zong Yuan. Zong Yuan took a sip of the water provided by the shop, "Go on."

Fu Xin obediently followed the man in.

Even Zong Yuan was able to see the structure of his face, so it would be unreasonable if the hairstylist couldn't.

A few of them gathered in a group and discussed intensely what kind of hairstyle they should cut for this handsome boy. Zong Yuan walked over and bent down so that he could be leveled with Fu Xin, who was sitting on a chair. He looked at the eyes of a young adult that appeared in the mirror’s reflection and comforted him, "Don't be afraid."

"Ok," Fu Xin stretched his hand out from underneath the hairdressing gown and tugged the corner of his shirt, "Don't eat candy."

Zong Yuan smirked, "I’ll smoke then."

Fu Xin frowned and said, "Smoke less." You are mine and I want to take care of you. Smoking is not good, so smoke less.

0046 was so moved, it wanted to cry, "Look at him! What a good child! Did you hear that, Zong Yuan? Smoke less! I suspect that after you save your brother, you will probably die earlier than him. "

Zong Yuan choked. He wanted to pat the back of Fu Xin's head, but Fu Xin's head was still wrapped up in the style of an Arab scarf. Instead, he pinched Fu Xin's face, "Student Fu Xin, you’re controlling a lot, aren’t you?"

Fu Xin blinked his eyes helplessly, "Is that not good?"

Zong Yuan paused, then he laughed. He turned Fu Xin's chair so that he faced him. He rested both of his hands on the armrests and pulled both the chair and the person on it towards his chest. Even the air he breathed while talking could spread onto Fu Xin's face.

His laughter trembled the surrounding air; even the atmosphere lost its sanity because of his seduction and pink bubbles after pink bubbles raised into the air. It was so easy to be captivated by and to drown in his aura of young male hormones. "Okay." He continued, "Then you have to do a job in controlling me."

"After all, I am not easy to control."

Translator's note: 

"a mixture of wildness, charm, dominance and arrogance 狂酷炫霸拽"

This is a phrase that is usually used to describe the male protagonist of webnovels since it entails all of the stereotypical attractive characteristics of a male character. The author probably referenced to this phrase as a joke.

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