This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 09 Part 02

 Zong Yuan casually said, "’Kay"

"Fu Xin committed suicide by jumping off the building the night before the college entrance examination; three days later, a student who bullied Fu Xin died, then four days later, He Xiu’xiu died, then five days later, Zhang Zhil’iang died and then six days later," 0046 swallowed, "Fu Dong’qiang died."

"Fu Xin took his revenge after his own death and all significant characters died at the end; it is suspected that his personality right before he died did not match the given data in his profile so it is asked that the agent should proceed with caution."

The way these people died was related to what they had done to Fu  Xin. For example,  He Xiu’xiu had once poured dirty mopping water onto Fu Xin's face, so when she died, her face was covered with feces and other contaminants, and she was dirty and smelly.

...

The surrounding street lights cooperatively flickered twice. 

0046 was so frightened, it was on the verge of letting out exhaust fumes, "Zong- Zong Yuan, Fu Xin is not pretending, right? This is too scary." 0046 began to sob. 

Zong Yuan picked at his ear, "What did you say? Say it again?" 

He spoke resolutely, "That’s impossible."

"A person like Fu Xin? He took revenge after dying because he was too wronged, why else would he choose to get revenge after dying?"

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0046 stopped shaking, "You’re right."

Zong Yuan was very calm. He walked in the empty alley with his hands in his pockets. He scoffed when he thought about Fu Xin's personality inconsistency.  "If he was really this cunning, then why am I needed to save him? And why would he commit suicide by jumping off the building?"

"Whoever wrote this summary was really irresponsible."

0046 followed his trail of logic and completely forgot how it was so frightened a second ago. It spoke with a voice filled with righteous indignation, "Yes!!! I almost misunderstood Fu Xin!"

Master Zong Yuan was here, "Little brother, you’re really incapable."

Fu Xin was cunning? Humph, Zong Yuan wasn’t blind. 

The next day, as soon as Fu Xin left his house, he saw Zong Yuan waiting for him while straddling a motorcycle at the intersection of the road.

He was wearing black slim-fitting jeans; one long leg was bent aggrievedly, and the other leg stepped on the ground presumptuously. He was playing with a helmet nonchalantly. In the eyes of others, Zong Yuan made up part of a scenic setting. 

Students that passed by on their way to school had the impulse to chat with him and slowed down their walking pace.

The color on Fu Xin's face grew a few shades darker but he recovered back to his original state almost instantaneously.

He came over and Zong Yuan saw him, "Good morning, Fu Xin."

"Good morning." Fu Xin had a cowlick on the top of his head so Zong Yuan stretched out his hand and brushed his hand against it to press it down but the hair still stubbornly curled upwards. Zong Yuan smirked and Fu Xin looked blankly at him which made him look a little cute. He raised his chin, "Get on the motorcycle."

Fu Xin sat in the back seat obediently. Without Zong Yuan having to say anything, he took it upon himself to hug Zong Yuan's waist and lean snugly against Zong Yuan's body.

Zong Yuan spoke with a lazy tone, "Dummy," and he handed Fu Xin a helmet, "wear it."

Fu Xin put the helmet on with care. His hand touched the cowlick on his head, and his crinkled eyes revealed pure happiness.

He likes it.

It was not a waste of his time to spend that much effort in the morning to learn this from the child next door. 

Zong Yuan wasn’t aware of these little ideas that he had in his mind. He soared through the roads all the way to the school. Under the surprised scrutiny of the old gatekeeper, he calmly pushed his motorcycle through the school gates. A few people on the path recognized him and they exclaimed in series, “Sh*t,  Zongyuan! You know how to drive a motorcycle!"

"Shouldn’t the main focus point be how he has a motorcycle?"

"... Shouldn't it be why he and Fu Xin were riding a motorcycle together?"

Fu Xin's mouth curled up slightly, and Zong Yuan unintentionally glanced at him, "What’s the matter, you’re in a good mood?"

Fu Xin nodded, and the cowlick also nodded with him. Zong Yuan rubbed it again, "Let’s go, it's still early, your brother will take you out to eat."

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Fu Xin asked, "Why didn't you say..."

"Say what?"

"When I said you don't drink milk tea..."

Zong Yuan stared at Fu Xin with an exaggerated face, "The conversation happened yesterday morning and you’re talking about it now? Didn't you just say I don't drink milk tea?"

He put his hands in his pockets, and felt confused. “The words you have spoken have been said already and I’m a very prideful person, so starting from the time you said that yesterday, I stopped drinking!"

He said it casually but this made Fu Xin stop in his tracks abruptly.

A strong shock made his hands tremble slightly, and he was so excited that the scalp of his head began to tingle, "You’re- you’re willing to...?"

Isn’t it just not drinking milk tea? He didn't really drink much to begin with so it was not a huge deal.

He stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Fu Xin's shoulders and answered perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes, I do, I do, I do. "

"What should we eat?"

Fu Xin's cheeks became scarily red, and the color travelled to his ears and neck. He shyly spoke, "I’ll listen to you..."

He was like a little wife. 

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