This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 12

Another chapter release for today to make up for my tardiness in the past few days~ Enjoy!

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The incident really wasn’t made into a big deal.

Except for the students in Senior Class 1, there were almost no other people that talked or even knew about it.

Including Mr. Jiang and the grade supervisor.

Even after a day has passed, Zhang Zhi’liang's nose could still almost smell the odor that made him nauseous. The people in the class seemed to keep a distance from him, for fear that Zong Yuan would dislike them if they interacted too much with Zhang Zhi’liang

As for Zong Yuan, the feelings class’ students had towards him was very complicated.

They both admired him and feared him.

He Xiu’xiu's slender eyebrows frowned with a subtle dissatisfaction hidden in her expression. "Weren’t you looking for Fu Xin because of something? How did you anger Zong Yuan?"

Zhang Zhi’liang replayed in his mind the crowds who came and went and caught the scenes of Zong Yuan and Fu Xin talking together. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zong Yuan is too much of a bully."

Although he was angry, his voice was quiet and small, as if he was afraid that Zong Yuan would hear it. He Xiu’xiu's eyes flashed with a sliver of contempt, and cowardice and fear. She thought that he was nowhere as good as the Zong Yuan in her heart. She had originally thought that Zhang Zhi’liang was outstanding and good enough, however, comparisons cannot be made between people. 

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She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ears, "Saturday is my birthday party. When Zong Yuan and Fu Xin come, if you have anything you want to say to Fu Xin, talk together then."

Zhang Zhi’liang explained, "I just want to apologize to Fu Xin. I don't like him, and I feel guilty for rejecting him."

He held He Xiu’xiu's hand, "Xiu’xiu, the thing you said before"

He Xiu’xiu pulled her hand away shyly, "I'll talk about it later."

Fu Xin was writing something really seriously. Zong Yuan leaned over to take a look and saw that it was some messy scribbles. Fu Xin held his breath and stopped nervously.

It wasn't until Zong Yuan not showed interest and turned his eyes away, that he could let out a breath of relief. 

The writing was indeed a mess, but there was a lot of information hidden in it.

For example, at the beginning of the page, if the first word of each paragraph was put together, it formed, "I touched him fifty-seven times today, six times lesser than yesterday."

The hidden information was of this kind of trivial fragments of matters1.

The principal came to the classroom to look for Zong Yuan right when school was about to end, "Come to my place for dinner tonight, your aunt misses you."

 Zong Yuan paused, "Okay, Uncle, I’ll arrive at your house exactly one hour after school ends."

 The principal wondered, "You’re not coming with me? It’s faster by car."

 Zong Yuan smiled smugly, "My motorcycle is not slow too."

The principal laughed, "You said you need one hour"

"I need it," Zong Yuan leaned to the side and took a look through the corridor window of the Senior Class 1 classroom, "I need to walk him home first."

The principal's mouth opened and then closed; in the end, he did not speak. He walked away with a bitter face.

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At night, Zong Yuan walked Fu Xin to the same intersection on that road again, "Bye, see you tomorrow."

Before Fu Xin said goodbye, Zong Yuan had already rushed back in the direction of the school. Fu Xin frowned, and many dark thoughts popped up in his heart.

Who is he going to meet? 

Why didn’t he tell me?

He ran in the direction of the school. He was hidden in a gloomy corner of the city and the sky was already dark. Now, it was even harder to detect his existence.

Zong Yuan had already ridden his motorcycle off into the horizon and was nowhere to be seen now. Fu Xin didn't know the way, but he still continued walking down the path stubbornly.

Zong Yuan received warm hospitality from the principal and his wife. The principal's wife was surnamed Li, and was a good friend of his mother for many years. Zong Yuan has not contacted his parents even once since he came to this world. He felt guilty about this even though 0046 said to not worry and that it didn’t matter. 

At the dinner table, Mrs. Li called Zong Yuan’s mother and held the phone to his ear. Zong Yuan coughed and took the phone, "Mom."

There was also the sound of scrambling mahjong2 tiles on the other end, and Zong Yuan’s mother exaggeratedly choked with a sob, "You unfilial son, have you forgotten about your mother already?"

Zong Yuan, "No."

 "I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen. Son, I don’t believe what you say anymore. Your dad’s temperament is irritable, and your temperament is even more irritable. Ahh, my life is so bitter and hard. You two were the ones that quarreled, and yet you two take it out on me. You two make me suffer everyday. Ahhh, my tile set is complete"

Zong Yuan's temples hurt and he swiftly hung up on the phone. The whole entire world was quiet again.

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The principal was indecisive if he should speak or not, "Yuan’yuan, your friend, he--"

"He has a good academic record," Zong Yuan took a bite of the food and thought about it a bit more. "The normal classes are fine, but his English is a bit bad."

The principal,"..."

Having said that, it wasn’t right for the principal to continue asking. He sighed and started talking about other things.

Zong Yuan had spent two hours eating dinner already. He got up to bid his farewells. The principal's wife wanted to keep him, "Stay here overnight, it’s dangerous to be out in the dark."

Zong Yuan shook his head, "I have something to do next morning. Uncle, Auntie, I'm going to go now."

He patted the big bald head of their five or six-year-old toddler and then swiftly climbed onto his motorcycle and rode away .

Zong Yuan ate for two hours, and Fu Xin waited in front of the school for two hours too.

He didn't know if he would be able to wait for Zong Yuan’s arrival. As time went by, his eyes appeared more dark and concealed, and crazy thoughts appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

However, at this moment, the roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly sounded in the distance, which was particularly loud in the silence of the night.

This sound was like music to Fu Xin’s ears.

He widened his eyes in the darkness and watched Zong Yuan pass by his side like a gust of wind and the black motorcycle almost blended with the night. There was no one in the back seat.

Fu Xin was able to let out a breath of relief as he felt like his suspended heart was finally lowered down half way. He planned to go back but just after taking only a few steps, he heard the familiar sound again and the sound was getting closer and closer. .

Zong Yuan couldn’t even see anyone with his helmet on, but 0046 said in confusion, "Was that Fu Xin just now?"

Zong Yuan hit the brakes hard, "Fu Xin?"

He turned the head of the motorcycle around and looked to the corner of the road. Surely enough, there was a familiar figure.

The motorcycle stopped right in front of Fu Xin with incomparable accuracy. Zong Yuan took off the helmet. His pair of slanted eyes were full of unpleasantness, but in Fu Xin's eyes, his eyes were filled by the stars of the entire galaxy. His eyes appeared so romantic and beautiful that Fu Xin was lost in fascination.

Zong Yuan asked, "Why are you here?"

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In the middle of the night, at the school gate.

Fu Xin stammered, "I forgot my homework."

Zongyuan had a headache, "What homework made you come over in the middle of the night to get it? Don’t you know the doors are locked?"

Fu Xin didn't speak and looked aggrieved. Zong Yuan sighed, "Get on the motorcycle."

Fu Xin didn't listen to him, and suddenly asked, "Where did you go?"

Zong Yuan casually said, "Eat dinner."

Fu Xin's expression was completely hidden in the darkness. Only the shaggy hair at the top of his head was illuminated by the street lamp’s warm light. His voice was light and soft, "With your girlfriend?"

Zong Yuan laughed, "Where did this girlfriend come from?"

Fu Xin stared at him for a long time; it was hard to tell what was going on in his mind. He got on the motorcycle and hugged onto Zong Yuan's waist, "Let's go."

Zong Yuan snorted, "The wind is strong, keep your head low."

He always drove very fast, Fu Xin hugged him. He moved his eyes slowly from his shoulders down to his waist and fixed his gaze there. 

As he tried to avoid the wind, he picked up the hair on Zong Yuan's body.  With the discontinuous warm yellow lights flashing from the side of the road, he could tell it was a long, curly, woman's hair.

Fu Xin's eyes deepened. He fiercely broke the strand of hair and threw it away into the wind.

A strand of woman's hair on his back.

What did they do?

Kissing and hugging and lying on a bed, and then eating?

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Zong Yuan drove Fu Xin all the way to the door of his house. Fu Xin didn't even ask him how he knew where his home was. The first thing he said was a question that was asked with incompletely concealed emotions, "You lied to me"

Zong Yuan frowned and recalled what he had said today. With confidence, "I didn’t."

Fu Xin whispered, "You obviously lied to me, you said you don't have a girlfriend"

Zong Yuan refuted, "I really didn't."

Fu Xin continued, "But you have a long strand of hair on your body."

Zong Yuan tried to reason with him, "Where’s the evidence?"

Thrown away by me. 

Oh, that’s right, the principal's wife has long curly hair. Zong Yuan suddenly remembered this, but when he was about to explain, 0046 asked strangely, "Zong Yuan, why does Fu Xin seem to be jealous?"

Jealousy. Zong Yuan was in a daze. He tentatively said, "That’s right, the person I was eating with tonight does indeed have long curly hair."

Fu Xin felt like a hand dragged him down into a puddle of mud. Instead, he laughed slightly. His voice was gentle, and his eyes were dark and deep, "Is that so."

 "Is she your girlfriend?"

0046 screamed triumphantly, "Look, he’s jealous. Zong Yuan, you’re a silly idiot. Hahaha, Fu Xin is jealous, hahaha. Someone likes you."

“Scram," Zong Yuan's eyelids twitched. 

 "She’s not my girlfriend."

He thought to himself, there are many different types of jealousy. How do you know that being jealous means being jealous? Even if you are jealous, it is not necessarily that kind of jealousy.

He looked at Fu Xin and felt a little bit helpless, "Go back and go to bed, otherwise you can’t get up early tomorrow."

He rubbed Fu Xin's head extremely tenderly and with a low and pleasant voice, "Don't think too much, there was only one woman at dinner tonight and she’s the principal's wife. I address her as auntie."

"She’s at least twenty years older than me," He couldn’t bear with this anymore so he was also knocking Fu Xin on the head as he spoke , "What are you thinking of everyday in this brain of yours?"

Fu Xin was stunned, "The principal’s wife?"

He looked at Zong Yuan's expression seriously and he appeared upright and earnest. The rock finally fell onto the ground and the weight was finally taken off his mind3. His usual appearance returned and he stammered, "Why--why didn't you say it earlier."

His cheek was stained with an embarrassing faint red. Zong Yuan naturally squeezed his cheek out of habit, "Well, don't worry, go back to sleep."

This sentence was too ambiguous, and it made Fu Xin's heart beat faster. Fu Xin blurted out, "Do you like boys?"

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After asking, he realized what he just asked. He looked at Zong Yuan with fright and he tried to hide his cautious fear.

This look made people feel an ache in their heart.  He asked straightforwardly, but Zong Yuan answered implicitly, "The moonlight tonight is not bad."

Fu Xin looked up at the night sky. The night wasn't considered pretty tonight; the stars were dim, the moon was crooked. What was meant by ‘not bad’?

Zong Yuan let him ponder and he curled his lips upward. He hopped onto his motorcycle in a happy mood.

0046 puzzled, "What did you mean?"

Zong Yuan’s voice was filled with laughter and the sound that travelled out of his helmet was blown away by the wind, "What's in the sky?"

0046 answered, "The stars, the moon."

Zong Yuan smirked, "That's right4."

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Translator’s Notes 

1. Trivial fragments of matters 鸡毛蒜皮

The literal translation was “chicken feather, garlic skin”. It is a metaphor for very insignificant or trivial matters. 

2. Mahjong 麻将

It is a tile-based Chinese game that is usually played with four people. It is very popular among older people (usually women). 

3. The rock finally fell onto the ground and the weight was finally taken off his mind 石头落地

The full phrase is 一块石头落地 (lit trans. a rock fell to the ground) and is used to describe when a person feels relieved and has no more concerns and worries. The English equivalency of it is “taking weight off one’s mind/shoulders”. 

4. I won’t tell you the answer hahaha. The answer can be guessed from the translation since the idea was not lost in translation nor was the answer a play on Chinese characters. The answer will be revealed in the next chapter. 

Do you have an idea what Zong Yuan meant by his answer at the end? Leave your guess in the comments!! If someone gets the right answer, I’ll upload the next chapter within 12 hours. Have fun guessing!

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