This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Mind-blowing Bosom Buddies 

"You're really capable now, huh?"

At the dinner table, Mr. Zong coldly sneered at Zong Yuan and then he complacently hmphed, "After causing trouble you still have to return home, huh. Didn't you say you won't return again in your entire life?"

Zong Yuan ate his meal and pretended that he didn't hear anything. He picked up a piece of vegetable with his chopstick and placed it into his mom's bowl.

His mother, who was trying to lose weight, laughed joyfully as she received the vegetable, "Our son is really filial."

His father tapped his bowl while expressing discontent, "Where is mine?"

Zong Yuan sighed and picked up a piece of meat and gave it to him, "Dad, I was wrong."

His father laughed with satisfaction. 

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Fu Xin wanted to know the address of Zong Yuan's house so he waited at the principal's office for several days and stubbornly wanted an answer. The principal felt resigned, "Even if I tell you, what can you do? Even if you know where he lives, what can you do?"

"There's a lot of use to it." Fu Xin looked at the principal with eyes filled with earnestly, "I'm begging you."

Fu Xin brought a piece of paper with him when he came back to the classroom. Feeling curious, Yang Fan asked, "What's that?"

Fu Xin replied, "A student's contact information."

Seeing that family members came to clean out Zhang Zhi'liang's and He Xiu'xiu's desks, he changed the topic. "Why do they seem quite happy?"

Yang Fan smiled smugly, "You probably don't know, Zong Yuan gave them quite a bit of money."

It seemed like Zhang Zhi'liang's parents even smiled while greeting the students that sat nearby. 

"I heard then say that Zhang Zhi'liang wasn't too badly injured and even got a large sum of money. Tsk tsk tsk, how come good things like that don't happen to me. Actually, nevermind, when I see Zong Yuan I get terrified. I wonder what did Zhang Zhi'liang even do to anger Zong Yuan that much."

Fu Xin touched the jade on his chest through his shirt and the expression in his eyes warmed up. 

At night, Fu Dong'qiang secretly and quietly came over to call out to Fu Xin, "Fu Xin, that guy from last time, his name was Zong Yuan."

Fu Xin delicately placed the letter back into the envelope. His voice was filled with the most gentle emotions that belonged only to this evening. "Yeah."

Fu Dong'qiang rubbed his hands together and swallowed his spit and whispered beside Fu Xin' ears "..."

Fu Xin's pupils constricted and he grabbed Fu Dong'qiang's wrist with his hand. "You said he gave you money?"

Fu Dong'qiang's other hand ruffled Fu'xin's hair and he spoke with excitement, "Son, you don't have to worry about your university tuition."

Fu Xin was in a daze and he mumbled, "Zong Yuan."

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"Zong Yuan, why are you spacing out."

The sound was noisy and the atmosphere was lively in the disco club. A person draped their arm on Zong Yuan's shoulder and yelled loudly, "Why aren't you in your party mood yet. We're celebrating just to welcome you back."

Zong Yuan's body smells heavily of smoke. "You don't have class tomorrow? Let's end this and go home."

His friends, "..."

Zong Yuan laughed, "Study well and strive forward."

What the f*ck was meant by study well and strive forward. 

For several times already, the principal complained to Zong Yuan through the phone, "If nothing else can be done, then can't you at least give him a phone call? He insists on asking me everyday about you."

What do you understand, this is called being romantic. Zong Yuan laughed, "Just ignore him next time."

The principal suddenly asked a question, "Could- could it be that he likes you?"

"Mmm," Zong Yuan wanted against the wall, and spoke innocently, "I don't know."

The principal stayed silent, "...". He thought over and over again and still decided to say it, "You two are both males, you better think straight about it."

"Think straight? Liking Fu Xin? You're still too old fashioned, but don't worry, I---". His father walked down the stairs and came close to the side of the phone, "Fu Xin who? You like a person?"

His face was brimming with curiosity. 

He yelled into the phone, "Old Liu, what's going on? This Fu Xin, what does this person look like?"

The principal decisively hung up on the phone and discovered that Fu Xin was standing by the door. Not knowing how long he has been standing there for, the principal felt a bit self-conscious, "It's eating time so go eat, why did you come here to find me."

Fu Xin's eyes lit up, "Principal, you can ask me directly."

The principal was reluctant to admit, "Ask you what?"

Fu Xin smiled faintly, and spoke in a soft voice, "I do like him."

"Really really like him."

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He Xiu'xiu pestered her dad, "Dad, I don't want to change schools."

Her father's face was dark, "Shut up."

Zong Yuan kept his words. Before he had the chance to do anything, some people heard of the news and was eager to perform well in front of Zong Yuan.

Three days later.

At the new high school, Zong Yuan sat in the last row and went to sleep. His friends in the front row yelled out, "Zong Yuan, your letter."

A few people looked in the direction of the voice; the pink envelope was very attention catching. 

Zong Yuan buried his head deeper into his arms, "Not looking."

"If you don't want to look then so be it." His friends chuckled as the began gossiping, "Fu- Fu Xin."

"This name is pretty nice."

The letter in his hand was snatched by Zong Yuan ,"Didn't you say you weren't interested?"

A few girls that had their eyes on him let out an expression of being heartbroken. 

So he did have a girlfriend. 

Zong Yuan leaned against the wall and opened the thin letter: inside was only a sheet of paper and a drawing. He shook the folds of the paper open and saw that the entire page was covered, "Zong Yuan, Zong Yuan, Zong Yuan". It was in tight scribbles. 0046 paused for a moment and felt confused, "He sent you a letter writing just your name?"

Zong Yuan opened the drawing--- it was just layers and piles of scribbles that couldn't express the figure that was supposed to be drawn. 0046 lacked enthusiasm, "I don't get it."

Zong Yuan raised his lips into a smile and folded the paper nicely and placed it into his pocket.

It didn't matter if the scribbles were just his name, it didn't matter if he didn't know what was drawn in the drawing, it all expressed the same information and he coincidently was able to see it clearly. All Fu Xin was saying was "I miss you."

Demure longing. 

A person beside him asked, "Is it really your girlfriend?"

Zong Yuan replied, "A kid that is pursuing me."

His friend looked at the smile hanging from his face, who would believe that. 

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During the time before Zong Yuan's father's meeting began, he went to visit the school principal. Suddenly, he talked about a subject that he was quite concerned about, "That day, you mentioned Fu Xin-" is in which class, I want to have a look.

Fu Xin rushed into the principal's office; there was still a few beads of sweat on his forehead, "Principal, is there my letter?"

The principal laid his hands down flat and felt a headache, "No, none. Fu Xin, you come here once everyday, don't you get tired?"

Fu Xin shook his head. Zong Yuan's father interrupted and his facial expression was odd, "You're called Fu Xin ?"

Fu Xin nodded his head and politely said, "Hello."

Zong Yuan's father remained silent for a long time and then turned to look at the principal, "Are there anyone else named Fu Xin?"

The principal spoke, "Don't overthink, he's the Fu Xin that your son knows."

Fu Xin raised his head to look and realized that this uncle, who carried an extraordinary charisma, had a slightly familiar face. 

There were some similarities to Zong Yuan between his eyes and brows. 

Zong Yuan's father felt internally complicated. He glanced at Fu Xin over and over again, and couldn't resist asking, "Student, you're a male."

Zong Yuan's felt completely horrible, "No more. Old friend, I need to leave first, I need to calm myself."

Fu Xin took a step forward and looked worried. His eyes were filled with a bit of anxiousness and nervousness. "Uncle Zong, is Zong Yuan, is he doing fine?"

Seeing that his emotions were true and not faked, Zong Yuan's father did not bother to get angry at this kid. He replied, "Many thanks goes to this student for expressing concern over my child, Zong Yuan, this little brat, is doing very well."

His appetite was as good at ever and it cannot be detected at all what he kept at the bottom of his heart. 

However, for this child, just as his old friend has said, has been waiting everyday for news. 

Fu Xin pulled out a notebook and looked at Zong Yuan's father with eyes full of anticipation, "Uncle Zong, can you help me give this drawing to Zong Yuan?"

Being looked at like this, Zong Yuan's father reluctantly nodded his head. Fu Xin smiled and his eyes and brows curved, naturally giving him the look of an obedient child. Without even hesitating, he ripped off the newest drawing he drew, "Uncle, I have troubled you."

Zong Yuan's father casually took a look at it and his eyes lit up, "Ah, these flowers and grass are quite nicely drawn."

Fu Xin raised the corners of his mouth and modestly said, "Very average."

Zong Yuan's father looked at it with admiration, "Every good, very good. Kid, I really appreciate your drawing style. Are you interested in working for me?"

Fu Xin felt embarrassed, "You're exaggerating."

The principal and Zong Yuan's father has been friends for so many years already, but he has rarely seen him act this excited. He curiously went to have a look "..." What is this joke, where can the flowers and grass be seen?

A stomach full of compliments were restrained to the bottom of his heart. 

Zong Yuan's father really liked it and he kindly invited, "You're called Fu Xin? Xiao'xin¹, you want to see Zong Yuan, right. How about this, let me see all the drawings in the book you have on hand right now, and I'll bring you with me to see him, what do you think? 

Fu Xin hesitated for two seconds and pretended to be in a dilemma. Once the time was up, he immediately handed the sketchbook over to Zong Yuan's father, "Okay."

The principle appeared baffled, wait, wasn't he supposed to be torn between the two choices?

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Zong Yuan looked like he was idling with boredom when he came home and he saw Fu Xin sitting on his house's sofa while eagerly discussing with his dad about something. Fu Xin noticed his arrival and he immediately looked over. He excitedly said, “Zong Yuan.”

What is this situation?

Wasn’t the story line supposed to be that after several years of separation, they coincidentally encountered each other at university?

Wasn’t the romance supposed to be a bitter hidden love?

Was this all eaten by a dog?

 

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Translator's Note

1. Xiao'xin 小辛

This is Zong'yuan's father's nickname for Fu Xin. It literally means "Little Xin" and is used to show affection and closeness. 

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