This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 11

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Zong Yuan took a quick glance at Fu Dong'qiang and then, he with a smirk, he brought Fu Xin back to the classroom. 

Suddenly, Fu Xin realized that his reaction just now was too extreme and agitated. He tried to explain, "I'm-- I'm normally not like this."

"Weren't you quite brave just then?" Zong Yuan's arm was lazily draped atop on his shoulders. He pinched his earlobe that was half hidden by his hair. "Why are you cowardly now?"

A short instance of a tingly and numbing sensation tickled his earlobe and he subconsciously flinched, "It tickles."

The crowd in front of them began to grow in size. Zong Yuan pulled his arm away and stuffed his hands into his pocket. "Your dad said he came to our school to find a job."

Fu Xin scrunched his eyebrows into a frown, "Ignore him." He lifted Zong Yuan's arm and wrapped it around his shoulders again. He made an adorable expression and even his smile eyes curved sweetly in a way that made people feel joy in their hearts. "I'm not tired."

Zong Yuan, "Fine, also long as you don't find it tiring."

Fu Xin's lip corners raised upwards. Earlier, his emotions had tumbled into an abyss, but just in a moment's time, it fluttered back up. Regardless of what Fu Dong'qiang wanted to do, he did not want to know at all. 

Before class started in the afternoon, Zhang Zhi’liang came over with a notebook. It seemed like he didn’t see Zong Yuan, who was sitting on the side, and he spoke gently to Fu Xin, "Fu Xin, your English is not too good. These are my notes, you might find some use in them."

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With one hand, he handed over the heavy black leather cover notebook. Fu Xin paused for a moment from surprise. He hadn't spoken to Zhang Zhi’liang for a long time, and when he thought about it seriously, he didn't seem to think of him for a long time too.

Fu Xin glanced at Zong Yuan. This guy stared at the notebook in Zhang Zhi’liang's hand with a straight face. Zong Yuan was interested in Fu Xin's decisive rejection, "There’s no need."

Unexpecting that he would be rejected by Fu Xin, Zhang Zhi’liang momentarily showed a stiff expression, and his smile sank, "What are you being courteous?" He extended out his hand to take Fu Xin's hand, and with rough movements, he tried to force the notebook into his hands, “Don’t be courteous."

Zong Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Zhi’liang’s wrist, and he relentlessly increased his strength to pull his hand away. Zhang Zhiliang’s expression distorted from pain while he struggled violently to escape his grasp, “Let go"

Zong Yuan let go of his wrist with a cold face, "Go away."

Fu Xin glanced at Zong Yuan’s hand that had grabbed Zhang Zhi’liang's hand just now and he resisted the urge to help him wash and wipe his hand clean.

Zhang Zhiliang's wrist was already swollen. He kicked Zong Yuan's table fiercely. A sharp anger rushed up his head, "Zong Yuan, you f*cking crossed the line.1 "

A loud crash was heard and Zong Yuan's table was kicked aside.

The noisy class was silenced for a few seconds by this shock and then small groups of two or three gathered around without making a single noise.

Having their own table kicked by someone was extremely insulting for men of any age.

Zong Yuan sat on his chair, and he looked at Zhang Zhi’liang without an expression for a few seconds. His hostile eyes could shudder away anyone that was gazed upon. Zhang Zhi’liang's heart trembled, but his anger and jealousy has caused his sanity and reason to disappear as quickly as ashes blown into the air or like the smoke of an extinguished flame. A fuse has set off a raging fire. The sight of people around gave him more power to act unbridled, "What f*cking sh*t are you looking at? Apologize."

Zong Yuan stood up abruptly; his face was dark and terrifying. Onlookers instinctively took a few steps back while watching Zong Yuan's movements, and they took in a sharp, cold breath.

Zong Yuan dragged an iron chair behind him with his hand, and step by step, he walked towards Zhang Zhi’liang. The chair scraped against the ground, making a terrifying noise that pierced people’s ears.

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Zhang Zhi’liang swallowed his spit and couldn't believe he would dare to beat people up under the watch of large crowd, "What---what are you doing?"

The scraping sound of the iron chair against the ground was extremely painful to hear. Zhang Zhi’liang's face was pale and sweaty. Some students staggered a few steps and rushed to call the teacher.

Zong Yuan walked over while everyone held their breath in fear and he stopped in front of Zhang Zhi’liang. In the next second, he picked up the seat of the chair1 and threw it towards Zhang Zhi’liang.

The seat slammed onto the ground and made an immensely loud noise. Zong Yuan was still tightly holding onto the iron chair leg that was constantly vibrating and looked at Zhang Zhiliang who took a step back.

 Zhang Zhi’liang, who was almost hit, looked at the shaking iron rod in a daze and his legs felt weak.

 Sh*t, it was actually thrown. 

The people who were watching the commotion did not even dare to breathe. The crowd that was at the front wished that they could hide themselves at the back. The eyes they used to look at Zong Yuan were complicated; it had a sense of fear which was never present before, 

Zong Yuan smiled and said softly, "Aren’t you a hotshot? Why are you fleeing?"

He dragged a chair again and walked another few steps in Zhang Zhi’liang's direction. Zhang Zhi'liang kept glancing outside the door. Nonchalantly,  Zong Yuan also took a glance too, “The teacher hasn't come yet. This short time is enough for you to suffer."

 "You-- you can't do this" Zhang Zhi’liang pretended to be calm, "You will be expelled and you will go to jail; I will sue you"

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Zong Yuan snorted and threw the chair casually to the side, making a loud clanging noise, "You’re right."

Zhang Zhi’liang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, Zong Yuan dragged him by the neck collar towards the trash can.

His fair skinned face was flushed to his neck as he held his breath, and he was dragged roughly by Zong Yuan to the front of the trash can. Zong Yuan pressed his head downwards and directly let him face the pile of disgusting leftovers.

 "Oh my God."

 A voice came from around, "That’s too over the top."

Zhang Zhi'liang's face was only a finger's distance away from the trash. He had an expression of humiliation on his face and he firmly shut his eyes close.

Was it over the top?

Zong Yuan looked at him, and felt that it was like he saw how Fu Xin was back then.

At that time, no one would show mercy like how he did. They would have just shoved Fu Xin's head directly into the trash, and no one around would stand up and say, "You were over the top."

Zong Yuan grabbed his hair and squatted down by his side. He ordered, "Open your eyes."

Zhang Zhiliang's eyelids trembled, but he couldn’t resist the terror in his heart so he opened his eyes.

Zong Yuan's voice was very gentle, "Are you afraid?" He then said in a low voice, "At first, when all of you treated Fu Xin like this, did you think it was too over the top? When you were smiling and watching on the side, did you think it was too over the top."

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Zhang Zhiliang's eyebrows jumped.

A classmate outside the door shouted, "The teacher is here"

Mr. Jiang and the grade supervisor rushed over. They had looked around, but didn't see any blood stains and they breathed a sigh of relief, "Zong Yuan, let go."

Zong Yuan raised his hand and made a gesture for them to not come over. Mr. Jiang and the grade supervisor really did stop.

Zhang Zhi’liang shouted, "Teacher"

 He hoped that the class teacher and grade supervisor would harshly pull Zong Yuan away, and then reproach and expel him. Then, he would require that Zong Yuan kneel down and apologize to him at the briefing meeting.

That was not enough.

He will also find some gangsters to let him understand what is meant by death is better than living2.

Zhang Zhi’liang's expression was distorted; pleasure and hatred was mixed on his face, and then for a second, two seconds, no one came over yet.

He could only hear the two teachers yelling anxiously behind him, "Classmate Zong Yuan, don’t make a scene."

"Hey, Zong Yuan, that’s enough"

Zong Yuan admired the change in his expression and sneered, "Why aren’t you shouting anymore?"

He pressed Zhang Zhi’liang down a bit further. The tip of Zhang Zhi’liang's nose was about to touch an half eaten browned apple, and his stomach convulsed.

Zong Yuan continued, "I will ask you a question, and if the answer is good, I can be kind hearted and let you go."

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Zhang Zhi’liang lips were trembling and he did not speak.

Zong Yuan spoke to himself, “Come on, tell me, inside the notebook you wanted to give to Fu Xin, are there any other notes such as some papers filled with ambiguous writings, hmm?”

Zhang Zhi’liang’s pupil contracted promptly and he asked back with disbelief, “How did you know.”

0046 was infuriated, “As expected, as expected.”

In the original timeline, Zhang Zhi’liang gave a notebook like that to Fu Xin. The notebook contained a note with ambiguously flirtatious words written on it. This was enough to make Fu Xin drop into his abyss without a moment of hesitation, but right afterwards, he treated Fu Xin as a speck of dust. Without showing a bit of concern, he let other people bully him. 

Even if Fu Xin was beat up, all he did was put on a sad and remorseful face after the matter. He confidently did evil and horrible things while thinking that he was being righteous. He also treated this pleasure of a side-hobby. 

Zong Yuan pulled at his hair and Zhang Zhi’liang raised his head in pain. Zong Yuan's expression was unclear, "He already said he didn’t want it, yet you still forced it into his hands."

He looked straight at Fu Xin.

His voice was not loud, and Zhang Zhiliang's voice was also very quiet. No one knew what they were talking about. Fu Xin's always calm expression changed when Zong Yuan leaned in closer to Zhang Zhi’liang, "Zong Yuan"

He was about to walk a few steps forward, but Yang Fan held him back, "Don't go, what if Zong Yuan beats you up?"

Zong Yuan stood up slowly and released the hand that was yanking Zhang Zhiliang. Zhang Zhi’liang immediately crawled backward two steps on the ground.

Zong Yuan looked at him from above condescendingly, "Student Zhang Zhi’liang, we are just horsing around, right"

Zhang Zhi’liang bit his lip and nodded humiliatingly.

The classmates haven't reacted yet but Mr. Jiang and the grade supervisor had started laughing already. They don't seem to see other people's expressions, "Just playing around, huh, just playing around. Ah, seriously. Come and call us if something actually happens next time."

Zong Yuan walked towards Fu Xin and he carried an unextinguished ruthlessness. Yang Fan and them instinctively backed up a few steps, but Fu Xin ran towards Zong Yuan, "Are you okay?"

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What can happen to me?" Zong Yuan picked up the notebook that had slipped from Zhang Zhi'liang's hand when he was panicking, and easily found that note.

 It was clearly written, "Fu Xin, I am Zhang Zhi’liang, and I am sorry that I have only come to explain my heart to you now. You know, how sad and self-blaming I was when you were bullied before, but..."

 It was paragraphs after paragraphs of meticulously written words.

 0046, "Hey, it seems that the writing is more detailed than described in the database."

Zong Yuan looked up at Fu Xin. Fu Xin was holding a paper that was dipped in water and he wiped Zong Yuan’s right hand carefully and gently. His expression was serious and his pretty and delicate facial features were completely exposed to the open. Being serious while working on something made people appear particularly attractive. 

Zong Yuan's expression became cold--- he had already guessed the reason why Zhang Zhi’liang's writing had changed.

Suddenly, Fu Xin's hand was grabbed by Zong Yuan's. He looked at it suspiciously and worriedly. Zong Yuan’s emotions, whether joy or anger, could not be discerned from his expression, "You are not allowed to take anything from his hand in the future."

Fu Xin understood who he was talking about, and this sentence was like he was showing jealousy. He smiled softly and contentedly and without asking anything more he replied, "Okay."

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Translator's Notes

1. Seat of the chair

In the original text, the author used the word for "stool" which didn't make sense to me since the author wrote "chair" earlier on ("stool" doesn't have a part for back support while a "chair" does). Later on, an iron rod was mentioned, and I assumed this was the leg of the chair and the "stool" was the seat portion of the chair. This part was rather confusing to read and translate. I apologize if this part of the translation is inconsistent with the original text.

2. Death is better than living 生不如死

This phrase describes when a person has suffered so horribly (emotionally or physically) that they would rather die than to continue living.

Phew! That was a long chapter to translate. Enjoy reading~

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