This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 10

After spending three days wandering around in the streets with nothing to do, Fu Dong’qiang finally received a notification. 

Back then, he had an office job, but after seven or eight years of decadence, he has forgotten almost everything about his profession. Alcohol hollowed out his body so even if his physical body was still there, he would be exhausted and out of breath after doing half an hour of manual labor. 

He deeply felt what that person meant when he called him "trash".  Furthermore, he fully realized that he left Fu Xin to raise himself...and he dragged Fu Xin down for so many years.

And this news was obtained by coincidence.

Posted on a wall that he often passed by, was a flyer advertising that XX No. 1 High School is recruiting a school accountant. In Fu Dong’qiang’s mind, he vaguely remembered with unclarity that his son, Fu Xin, belonged to this high school?

When he was younger, he was an accountant.

Fu Dong’qiang took in a few deep breaths, controlled his nervous trembling hands, and gently tore off that clean sheet of paper.

The interview time was this afternoon. He hurried back home with the intention to tidy up his appearance. Even the steps he took carried the feeling of hope.

When Zong Yuan ate lunch at noon with Fu Xin, Yang Fan and the other three were also present. 

Yang Fan looked at Fu Xin several times while wondering, "The effect of changing a haircut is this great? From yesterday until now, I’m still not used to it."

Fu Xin, "..."

Fu Xin ignored him. Yang Fan has gotten used to that after these few days went by. Not only him, but Fatty and them have also figured it out--- Fu Xin is only lively when interacting with Zong Yuan. Although he doesn’t talk, he was quite easy to get along with. At the very least, he was good at being a tree hole* because he would listen closely when they talked. When they hang out together, they even forgot how they had such an opinion about Fu Xin at the beginning?

They couldn’t even tell that he liked Zhang Zhi’liang?

He never took the initiative to find Zhang Zhi’liang to talk, nor did he keep his eyes fixed on Zhang Zhi'liang, nor were there any hints or clues that indicated he expressed any shyness or affection towards him.

The more they got to know each other, they realized that Zong Yuan’s words were right. Fu Xin merely admired how well Zhang Zhi’liang does in his studies, yet people maliciously misinterpreted that he like Zhang Zhi’liang. Fu Xin was wronged for no reason. 

Because of this, they felt guilty towards Fu Xin and tried to make up to him by taking care of him as much as possible.

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Zong Yuan and them found a place to sit down. The seat next to Zong Yuan was normally reserved for Fu Xin. Yang Fan and the others always unanimously give out the spot to Fu Xin. Fu Xin arrived at the table while carrying his meal in his hands, but before he got the chance to sit down, a girl with a smell of fragrance took his seat. 

She had a beautiful face and wore light makeup; this was the same girl who got her confession rejected in their classroom last time. 

Instead of getting ready to watch her make a scene, the first thing Yang Fan and them thought of was to look at Fu Xin.

Fu Xin didn't seem to have changed his expression and his face was calm. He changed direction and sat next to Dong’zi.

The girl spoke with a pampered tone, "Zong Yuan, I thought about it clearly, even if you rejected me last time, I won't give up."

What Zong Yuan feared the most was being pestered. This situation called for being as cruel as possible. He spoke dismissively, "Who let you sit here?"

The girl looked dissatisfied, "Why can't I sit here?"

She looked at Zong Yuan. He had a perfect blend of young vigor and masculine charm, and his magical allure was addictive towards males and females that were the age of blossoming flowers.

Her voice was imperative, "Zong Yuan, I’m not bad looking, you--"

A bowl of hot soup poured down from above. 

The soup wasn’t scalding hot, but having sticky, slimy and salty soup smeared all over the skin was enough to make girls want to scream.

She froze for a moment, "Ah!!!"

Fu Xin walked over to her quickly. He grabbed onto her wrist firmly, and then forcibly pulled her up, "Classmate, sorry, my hand slipped."

Although he smiled apologetically, his eyes were so ruthless that they looked no different from two glass eyes. The curses she wanted to yell out stayed stuck in her throat as she felt a cold chill ambush her from behind. She reflexively swatted Fu Xin’s hand away and she ran frantically out of the cafeteria as if she was being chased by a vicious dog. 

Fu Xin used his other hand to cup the hand that was slapped red and lowered his head. His expression could not be seen clearly, but the flavor of pity was transparent.

Zong Yuan frowned and he walked over to Fu Xin within just a few steps. With a stern face, “Are you alright?”

People might have thought that Zong Yuan was heartless and cruel or that he was inconsiderate, but he wasn’t worried at all about the girl that just got showered in soup. All he cared about was Fu Xin, who only just had his hand slapped at. 

He knew that the temperature of that store’s soup will never scald a person. 

Fu Xin stuffed his hand into his pocket, "I’m alright."

Zong Yuan held his wrist and Fu Xin obediently let him pull it out.

The back of his hand was flushed red, and a few finger marks were still faintly visible; the amount strength the girl had just used was obvious.

Zong Yuan furrowed his brows tightly, “How could you say it doesn’t hurt?"

Inexplicably, Fu Xin's face started to blush. He said, "It really doesn't hurt..."

Zong Yuan put his hand next to his lips and opened his mouth to blow at it; he was almost kissing that patch of red, swollen skin. Fu Xin looked at him and within that instant, Fu Xin revealed a look of infatuation. He quickly retracted his hand and reluctantly moved away his gaze that was fixed on Zong Yuan. 

Yang Fan came up to express concern, "Are you alright? That girl just now, how is she?"

Zong Yuan took out his wallet and randomly drew out a few large bills, "Yang Fan, help me go see if the girl is okay. If she’s not, then go to the hospital. You can say whatever you want as long as you don’t get me involved. I don’t want to be pestered by her anymore. Here, have the money, if there isn’t enough, tell me."

Yang Fan took the bills and chuckled while asking, "How about you?"

Fu Xin's dark black eyes stared thoughtfully at the bills in Yang Fan's hand.

Zong Yuan tugged at Fu Xin's collar, "I will get him to run his hand under cold water."

Of course, there weren't any problems with Fu Xin’s hands since he was only hit once by a girl. This was like a drop in a bucket or a strand of fur among nine cows* compared to the extent that he was beaten up before. 

However, when Zong Yuan ran his hand under cold water, he couldn’t help but put on a pained expression.

Zong Yuan laughed at him, "Fragile," but he still used gentle care to wiped off the water droplets on his hand. Fu Xin's eyebrows jumped and was half shy and half excited, "Can you blow on it for me... can you?"

Zong Yuan snorted and directly raised his hand up, bent his waist over slightly, and with precision, he printed his thin lips on that piece of skin. "Kissing it is a dozen times the effect of blowing, right?"

The redness on the back of his hand had slowly faded, but Fu Xin felt that the skin suddenly became burning hot for no apparent reason. His fingers curled up uncontrollably and this left behind short tingles of itchiness in Zong Yuan's hand.

Zong Yuan caught his finger, "Don't move."

Fu Xin's fingers were still trembling slightly and Zong Yuan thought that he was in pain. Only Fu Xin knew that it was because he was excited, very very excited.

If Zong Yuan was not here, he would have already held onto this kissed hand and intoxicatingly indulge in this wonderful intimate contact.

"Zong Yuan," Fu Xin tried to hide his greedy thoughts, but couldn't help asking, "Can you kiss it one more time?"

Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows and then gently bowed his back again. Fu Xin's heart beat faster and faster and his expectant eyes did not even blink, but Zong Yuan deliberately stopped when he was about a centimeter away from the back of his hand. Fu Xin waited anxiously for a second, "What- what’s wrong?"

Zong Yuan raised his head slightly and a smirk slowly appeared on his handsome face, "No kiss."

Fu Xin, "..."

Earlier on, he showed a fake pitiful face, but now it was real grievance.

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When Fu Dong'qiang walked out of the principal's office, his mind was still blank. The interview was over without asking anything pertaining the profession? Just a few simple questions were asked about his family and he received the job?

He pinched his thigh several times, it hurt, it really hurt.

It wasn't a dream!

An accounting job as a school! Yet he got the job so easily!

Fu Dong'qiang wanted to spin around in a few circles to express his happiness, but he didn't even know how to coordinate his hands and feet.

The school felt unfamiliar when he first came in, but now it had a sense of familiarity and belonging when he left!

He walked a few steps just to see two girls talking around the corner, and their scattered words were picked up by the wind and brought to his ears, "It's that Fu Xin..." "What day?... Saturday... …" "Xiu'xiu said..." "Good."

Fu Dong’qiang hid behind a tree. His son? What about Saturday?

The conversation continued, "I heard it's true..." "Oh God! He likes... Zhang?"

Their voices were vague, but Fu Dong'qiang had a guess in his mind. It seemed that it was a matter of love between children. Hahaha, his son was doing quite well, he was very popular!

When Zong Yuan and the others returned to the classroom from the cafeteria, they saw Fu Dong’qiang spacing out while standing under a tree.

Fu Xin stopped in his steps and his expression turned cold. He immediately turned around and tugged at Zong Yuan's clothes, "Let’s go that way."

Fu Dong'qiang managed to see him in time and he called out happily, "Fu Xin!"

Zong Yuan closed his mouth and pretended to be aloof.

Fu Xin pressed his lips together, and he looked like a hedgehog covered in quills, "What are you doing in this school?"

Fu Dong’qiang laughed, "I found a job at your school. I will work hard in the future. Son, I will definitely make it up to you!"

He was very enthusiastic, "Have you eaten yet?" He looked at Zong Yuan, who was expressionless, and stretched out his hand to pat Zong Yuan's shoulder. "Have you eaten yet, student? Thank you for taking care of my family’s... …"

"Enough." Suddenly, Fu Xin interrupted Fu Dong’qiang’s words as if his anger was triggered. He pulled Zong Yuan behind him and stared at Fu Dongqiang's hand with a fierce attitude, "Don't touch him!"

Fu Dong'qiang had never seen his eyes ever express such violent anger and alertness before.

He was slightly stunned, "You..."

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Fu Xin took a few deep breaths and recovered his composure. He shifted his field of sight to the side, "Find whatever job you want, don't disturb me."

Even though Fu Xin was a head shorter than Zong Yuan, he still kept Zong Yuan closely protected behind his body. He refused to let go of him and it was like he was trying to protect his food.

Zong Yuan stretched out his hand from behind him and draped his arm on Fu Xin’s shoulders, "Let's go back to class."

Fu Dong'qiang was still drowning in the midst of guilt and embarrassment, but the he suddenly felt confused.

Why was this voice so familiar?

He chased after the tall student that was beside Fu Xin so that he could have a look. Zong Yuan noticed his gaze so he turned his head slightly, and gave him a meaningful smile.

Fu Dong'qiang broke out in a cold sweat for a moment and started shivering. This person, no, something is wrong.

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Translator's Notes

1. Tree hole 树洞

This phrase was popularized on the internet in China and came from the story "The King Has Donkey Ears". There are many versions of the story, but in every version, a character in the story whispers a secret to a tree, a tree hole (or even a hole in the ground) and then feels emotionally better. 

2. A strand of fur among nine cows 九牛一毛

The English equivalence of the idiom would be 'a drop of water in a bucket' and is used to describe something that is insignificant. 

Origin: When General Li Ling was forced to surrender after a ten plus days' battle against the Xiong Nu tribes, he was scrutinized by the Emperor and other government officials. However, Si'ma Qian interceded saying that Li Ling's army was comprised of only 5,000 foot soldiers while the opponent had a army of 80,000, and that he only surrendered after running out of food and supplies. Angered by Si'ma Qian's criticism, the Emperor sent him to prison. Later, another person framed him and he was accused of trying to harm the Emperor and was terribly tortured. Si'ma Qian thought of suicide, but then after thinking that the death of someone with a lowly position as him would have been as insignificant as 'a strand of fur among nine cows'; not only will people not pity him, but people would actually ridicule and laugh at his death. This motivated him to keep on living, and he ended up becoming one of the most famous historian in Ancient China.  

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