This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 09 Part 01

On Monday morning, Zong Yuan entered the classroom just as the class bell rang. Before he had sat down, He Xiu’xiu came over with a cup of milk tea, "Student Zong Yuan, would you like milk tea?"

"Class monitor, we want a drink too!"

"Bring one over here too."

He Xiu’xiu was holding the milk tea with a shy smile. Zong Yuan threw his bag onto the table. Before he could speak, Fu Xin spoke in his place,  "He doesn't drink milk tea."

He Xiu’xiu's expression stiffened, "Really?"

Zong Yuan glanced at Fu Xin and then turned his head, "Yes."

He Xiu’xiu gave the milk tea to Yang Fan who sat in front of them, "Yang Fan, you have it."

Yang Fan chuckled, "Thank you, monitor."

He Xiu’xiu looked at Zong Yuan again, "Student Zong Yuan, this Saturday is my birthday, can you come to participate?"

She added another line, "Everyone in the class that isn't busy will be going."

Zhang Zhi’liang's gaze was staring over here but it was hard to tell what his intention was. Zong Yuan smiled, and he said, "We will attend. Fu Xin and I will arrive on time."

With precision, he sent Zhang Zhi’liang an aggravating expression.

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He Xiu’xiu glanced at Fu Xin and said with a smile. She paused after every word, "Fu Xin is coming too... Are you sure you can come? Aren’t you busy on Saturday?"

She tapped the back of her hand, "You don't have to come if you're busy"

"I’m not busy," Fu Xin looked at her. He seemed like a changed person after he changed his hair and clothing style. "I will go."

He Xiu’xiu's eyes became slightly cold. When she returned to her seat, Zhang Zhi’liang asked her, "Is he coming?"

He Xiu’xiu replied, "Of course Classmate Zong Yuan will come, even Fu Xin... will go too. Ah, don’t act uncomfortable then. We're all classmates; just pretend that you don't know he likes you."

Zhang Zhiliang let out a warm smile, "Of course I won’t be bothered by that."

He turned his head to look at Fu Xin--  his eyebrows were delicate and his eyes were bright.  Even looking at him from a distance, he could still see him talking to Zong Yuan with a soft and gentle expression. Fu Xin was now very different from who he was previously. At the very least, when people saw Fu Xin in the morning, quite a few people were slightly taken aback.

He didn’t know what Zong Yuan said but Fu Xin smiled. This smile was relaxed and happy, and this was a smile that he had never seen before. Zhang Zhi’liang's expression changed.

Zong Yuan, who was directly facing Fu Xin's relaxed and happy smile, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked at Fu Xin, who was pulling his school uniform jacket and refusing to let go, and he helplessly said, "Let go."

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Fu Xin remained still like a mountain, "Last night, did you--"

"I did not, I have not," Zong Yuan refused, "I don't know anything."

He  wanted to pull the corners of his clothes back... but he wasn't able to?

Zong Yuan glanced at him and sighed, "How about you pull onto this instead?"

He was wearing his school uniform. The school uniform pants had a drawstring at the waist. Using his long and bony fingers, he slowly untied the string in an alluring and sultry manner.

Fu Xin watched his movements without even blinking, and his heartbeat gradually became faster.

Zong Yuan untied the string and, handed one end to him. He curled up the corner of his mouth, "Here, grab this."

The elastic string wasn’t too long. As if he was possessed, Fu Xin picked up the string from his hand. This close distance allowed Fu Xin’s hand to almost come in contact with the crotch of his pants.

Zong Yuan shook his school uniform jacket, "It's more convenient this way."

0046, "..."

What's wrong with this group of humans.

The teacher was lecturing at the podium while Zong Yuan was lying on the table to sleep. Fu Xin was still holding the string and his palms were becoming sweaty. He carefully put down his hands, took a tentative glance at Zong Yuan, and placed his hands completely on his thigh.

How... arousing.

Fu Xin looked at Zong Yuan with mesmerization. 

From his messy hair to the reflective earring on his ears, from top to bottom. His line of sight was like a licking tongue that did not forgo a single strand of Zong Yuan's hair.

Zong Yuan suddenly jolted awake and was forcibly pulled away from his dream. He sat up abruptly, and then he felt something slip off his thigh.

He looked down, "..."

Because of his movements, Fu Xin's hand had slipped down to an area that shall not be mentioned.

Fu Xin, "..."

His face turned red. As if he was scalded, he shrank away his hand and curled up his fingers together.

Zong Yuan stayed silent for three seconds and searched for words to speak. 0046 felt puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Kids shouldn’t ask too much," Zong Yuan replied perfunctorily, and then wittily found a topic, "Which section are we learning?"

Fu Xin hurriedly turned a few pages back, "Here..."

0046 didn't understand what weird feeling was going between the two of them. Didn’t he just touch that area?  Didn't Fu Xin touch that place several times when Zong Yuan was sleeping?

Why did the atmosphere change so suddenly?.

Ten minutes before class ended, the principal suddenly appeared at the door of Gr. 12 Class 1. He had a kind, friendly smile, "Student Zong Yuan? Come, please come out here for a bit."

Zong Yuan stood up, and the teacher and students watched him calmly walk out of the classroom, "Principal, what’s wrong?"

The principal pretended to glare at him, "Call Uncle! Yuan'yuan, how are you finding this place? How’s living by yourself? I just came back from the capital and your father is still angry."

Zong Yuan’s eyes twitched and he waved his hand dismissively, "Uncle, ignore the old man, he’s just bored."

The principal laughed, "Fine, I’ll ignore him." He let out a look of hesitation and asked the question that he wanted to ask the most, "I heard someone say that you recently became really close with a student that has... a bad reputation?"

The students that were sitting by the window probed their head around as they looked out. They couldn’t hear anything but they saw Zong Yuan smiling. Zong Yuan had then said something and in response, the principal made a long, bitter face. 

What were they talking about?

Why was the principal making a bitter face?

What was their relationship?

Fu Xin couldn't see anything and he pursed his lips into a straight line. He stared in the direction of the corridor as if he could see through the corridor and accurately fix his gaze on Zong Yuan.

If a beam of light shone into a person’s life when they were desensitized, then it was simultaneously an event of happiness and an event of tragedy. 

It was a blessing because the person got to see light, but this light couldn’t be entirely grasped in the person’s hands.

He was too outstanding.

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Zong Yuan said a few words and laughed, "I will leave you to the trouble."

The principal laughed bitterly a few times, "I shouldn't have come to see you today. Look, you have arranged another job for me."

Zong Yuan grinned brightly, "Okay, Uncle. Next time I’ll go to your house to have dinner with you."

The principal waved his arm, "Okay, go back to class."

He watched Zong Yuan walk into the classroom. He scanned his eyes from the front door to the back of the room and happened to see that deskmate with the “bad reputation” was looking at him. His eyes were black and dark and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

The principal frowned and left.

Ever since that day, it really seemed like Fu Dong’qiang finally came to his senses. Zong Yuan accompanied Fu Xin to the same point of the road every night, and then observed his dad's actions like a peeping Tom.

Fu Xin still didn't know what Zong Yuan had said to Fu Dong'qiang that day.

As soon as he got home, he saw a table of simple and heartwarming dishes. Fu Dongqiang shaved his head and trimmed his beard. After a little adjustment, he had the vigor of a middle-aged man.

Fu Xin silently washed his hands and went to the bathroom. He stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes and then came out with two bottles in his arms.

He put them on the table and pushed them in front of Fu Dong’qiang. He lowered his eyes, and said tiredly, "I'll give you all the money, take it and leave."

Fu Dong’qiang has never cooked for him before, and has never stayed in the same place as him and interacted with him peacefully for more than 24 hours.

It was likely that he ran out of money again.

Fu Xin said,  "There’s only this much, there’s no more."

Fu Dongqiang's throat moved up and down. His alcohol addiction was triggered several times today, but whenever he felt like he couldn’t restrain himself anymore, he would think of the piercing headache, the burning stomach ache and as well as the young man's mocking words. For the whole entire day, he managed to restrain himself.

Since he didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol today, his mind was clearer than ever.

He smiled reluctantly, "I don't want money."

Fu Xin stopped talking. He picked up the two bottles and placed them under the table. He suddenly asked, "Where did you get the money to buy ingredients to cook?"

Fu Dong'qiang choked and spoke with an unclear voice, "It was the money I borrowed earlier on."

Fu Xin sneered, "Are you planning to sell off all the things in this house?"

Zong Yuan, who was hiding under the window, sighed, "I didn't know Fu Xin had this side to him!"

0046 guessed, "Didn’t you change him?"

Zong Yuan thought about it, "Maybe?"

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 In the room.

Fu Dong’qiang, "I’ll find a job!"

Fu Xin didn't want to argue with him, nor was he in the mood to eat. He walked directly into his bedroom. Fu Dong'qiang repeated his words and muttered to himself, "I can find a job!"

Zong Yuan ran a few steps away and 0046 pondered , "Zong Yuan, why did you ask the principal to arrange work for him?"

Zong Yuan smiled, his figure looming in the moonlight, "A man will eventually have to mature."

"He wasted forty years already so it was about time for him to rouse up into action. People talk about epiphanies and enlightenments all the time; whether it happens in a moment's time or after a whole entire life passes, it only takes a few seconds to be awakened. A fault confessed is half redressed; like Jin Bu’huan, it’s never too late for a prodigal to turn his head back*."

0046 made a noise of agreement and then it suddenly yelled.

 "..." Zong Yuan’s scalp went numb because of the yelling. With disdain, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

0046 trembled,, "There is another file that I forgot to open..."

 "What file?"

0046 was about to cry, "It's the original background of this world!!! Wasn’t there supposed to be only one file???? Where did this little attachment come from!!!"

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Zong Yuan was silent for a few seconds and spoke his words with utmost sincerity, "0046, tell me the truth, are you artificially retarded?"

0046 ignored him and carefully opened the small attachment that it forgot about. It looked at the contents and its head felt dizzy and its eyes spun.

"Zong-Zong Yuan," it stuttered, "There’s only- only just two sentences..."

Oh, two sentences.

Translator's notes

"Like Jin Bu'huan, it’s never too late for a prodigal to turn his head back" 浪子回头，金不换

Jin Bu'huan was the son of a rich man so he was extremely spoiled. In one instance, the young Jin Bu'huan enjoyed listening to the shattering sounds of porcelain so his father ordered his servants to smash bowls onto the ground. Later on, he eventually ended up wasting all of his family fortunes and became a beggar. Under the encouragement of his wife, he came back to his senses and became a better man. 

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