The class eting took about half an hour, but the cafeteria was still packed—everywhere you looked were freshn in their military training uniforms.
Ning Chu trailed behind Wen Yang with a frosty look on his face, silently fuming after having his sexual orientation completely misrepresented.
He hadn’t said a word the whole ti.
“Tomorrow we’ll have to wear that quick-dry gear. I think they said there’ll be physical training.”
“Oh.”
“You got any sunscreen? I swear I got a whole shade darker this week.”
“No.”
Wen Yang grabbed his tray and sat down. Seeing Ning Chu still sulking, he sighed.
“It was just a joke, alright?”
“My bad, really. Here—peace offering.”
He dropped a piece of sweet-and-sour pork into Ning Chu’s tray.
Only then did the ice on Ning Chu’s face start to thaw slightly. The tight knot of irritation in his chest began to unravel, but he still let out a sigh of resignation.
Looking like a girl and having your orientation questioned—those were his two softest pressure points right now.
“You didn’t even get this mad when Zhang Shaoqing joked about you...”
“That’s because I never had any hopes for that guy in the first place!”
Ning Chu shot him a glare, fuming.
That bastard was a full-blown villain in the novel, the kind who’d hurt countless girls. Ning Chu was already being generous just expecting him to act like a normal person. He wasn’t asking for anything more.
But Wen Yang was different. Sure, he was a hentai protagonist and kind of a playboy, but every girl who ended up with him volunteered—sotis even seducing him.
Ning Chu had way higher expectations for him.
Stay a virgin forever!
If the protagonist of the hentai like this stayed pure, then even the heavens couldn’t force the plot to progress!
“Wen Yang!”
Ning Chu was yanked out of his thoughts by a bubbly voice. He looked up, confused, just in ti to see a girl from their class carrying her lunch tray over and plopping down beside Wen Yang.
Wait, who the hell is this?
“Yuan Yuan, hey. What’s up?” Wen Yang barely glanced at her as he kept eating.
“Wanna go to a bar tonight?”
“I have no money.”
“I’ll treat~” Yuan Yuan leaned in closer, practically pressing herself against his shoulder.
Ning Chu’s brows scrunched into a deep frown.
Where did this vixen co from?!
How dare she try to seduce his protagonist—right in front of his face no less?
‘Damn it, I’m so jealous!’
It’s just the handso face and that protagonist glow, isn’t it?!
Wen Yang hesitated. He’d never been to a bar before. Curiosity and hesitation tugged at him in both directions.
“Oh! And my twin roommates are going too~”
Twins?!
Ning Chu flinched, suddenly rembering the plot.
The story was simple: two twin sisters and a slightly drunk Wen Yang ended up in a private room at a bar. After “teaming up for a match,” Wen Yang hard-carried—both literally and figuratively. It was so intense that dragged it out for three whole chapters.
That Yuan Yuan girl probably passed out before the real action began—her na never even ca up in the original novel.
“So? We can head over now if you’re free~”
Wen Yang’s expression was clearly wavering. Temptation was winning.
Seeing that, Ning Chu quickly stepped in.
“Wait—we said we’d duo queue tonight, rember?”
“???”
Wen Yang gave him a puzzled look.
“Didn’t you say the sa thing last ti?”
After that disastrous gaming session, Wen Yang had no desire to queue with Ning Chu again.
Thinking fast, Ning Chu swapped excuses.
“Didn’t the horoom teacher ask you to fill out those class forms?”
“If you push all the work onto the vice reps your first day on the job, that’s not a good look, right? What if they rat you out to the horoom teacher…”
He gave Wen Yang the most sincere “I’m saying this for your own good” face, full of concern.
“Let’s go next ti. Training’s been exhausting lately, anyway.”
Yuan Yuan finally turned to look at Ning Chu, her eyes squinting with suspicion. She gave him a once-over, completely confused by the situation.
What’s it got to do with you if we go to a bar?
“Fair enough,” Wen Yang finally gave in to Ning Chu’s persuasion, turning to Yuan Yuan with a sheepish smile. “I’ve got so things to do tonight—maybe next ti?”
“Exactly! No rush.” Ning Chu chid in helpfully.
Yuan Yuan’s expression chilled. She let out a sharp little snort, shot a glare at Ning Chu, and reluctantly nodded.
“Fine...”
Thank goodness. Even though Wen Yang was definitely a horny guy, at least he wasn’t the kind of stallion who thought with his lower half.
All n are horny—it’s normal.
But what Ning Chu really worried about was that if he let his guard down for even one second, Wen Yang would end up running off to find a girl on his own.
Watching the girl leave, Ning Chu finally allowed himself to relax, rubbing his temples in exhaustion.
He had his hands full right now.
Not only did he have to keep an eye on Zhang Shaoqing, making sure that guy didn’t spiral into a blackened, villainous ss from emotional trauma. He also had to play moral chaperone to Wen Yang—like so kind of anti-smut SWAT team—so the guy didn’t get completely devoured by these overly proactive girls.
It was too damn hard.
“Girls are so much trouble. Can’t just let it go when you say no,” Wen Yang grumbled as he focused on eating again.
“Exactly! Can’t be around girls like that—they’ll drive you nuts,” Ning Chu agreed enthusiastically.
But then Wen Yang suddenly looked up and gave him a strange, dead-on stare—making Ning Chu instantly shut his mouth in panic.
‘Shit. Did I give myself away?’
“Are you jealous of how much action I’m getting? You’ve cock-blocked twice now.” Wen Yang suddenly smirked. “Want to set you up with soone?”
“You could?!” Ning Chu’s eyes lit up… but dimd almost as quickly.
“Forget it.”
Though the idea was tempting, he still wanted to earn it himself—find a decent girl in this smutty world who wasn’t just playing around.
...That might be a pretty tall order.
“I’m gonna get another bowl of rice.”
Wen Yang, with his tall fra and heavy appetite, never bought much at because it was too expensive. He usually filled up on rice to stay full.
This school didn’t offer any cafeteria discounts either—the prices were exactly the sa as the garbage-tier school back in Ning Chu’s old world.
Two yuan for plain vegetables, four if it had so ground at, and seven or more for at-heavy dishes.
‘Damn. I never even wrote anything about inflation in this story.’
When Wen Yang returned with more rice, his plate was already picked clean, just so leftover sauce.
So now he had no choice but to pour sauce over his rice and eat it plain.
“Hey.”
“What?” Wen Yang looked up.
“I’m full.” Ning Chu nudged his tray toward him and propped up his head with one hand, playing on his phone. “Take the rest so it doesn’t go to waste.”
Wen Yang blinked, glancing at the plate of untouched side dishes.
“You sure you’re full? That’s all you ate?”
“Yup.”
“You need to eat more if you want to grow.”
“Ugh, I know,” Ning Chu groaned, letting out a burp. “But I’m stuffed.”
His appetite really wasn’t great. Even back in his old world, he couldn’t finish a full rice box. Whether it was takeout or cafeteria food, he always had leftovers.
“Well, alright then.”
Wen Yang continued scarfing down food, but his eyes kept drifting back to Ning Chu.
No wonder people always said having a good bro was like having an extra limb—it was actually comforting.
Still…
This bro of his was a little too delicate.
Too feminine.
Too nosy.
Too easily jealous.
And thanks to him, another date opportunity had gone up in smoke.
Wen Yang sighed deeply to himself.
The twin sisters, man...
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