CFFIL CH1
In the height of summer, on the WK campus, Fang Chen rushed around in a loose white T-shirt. The front of the shirt was printed with “Super Pizza.” This was the promotional shirt from the shop, which everyone else thought was ugly, so Fang Chen had simply taken them all.
When it’s hot, wear one.
When it’s cold, layer two.
Building Five, Room 301.
Fang Chen lowered his head, laboriously searching for the name among a long string of delivery orders. He poked his head through the doorway and called out, “Maken! Maken!”
“What are you yelling about? Looking for me?” A gruff male voice sounded from above.
Fang Chen was startled. He jerked his head up to see a burly man with a short crew cut standing in front of him, arms crossed, frowning at him.
Fang Chen silently sized him up. His own thigh was probably as thick as the man’s arm.
He silently took two steps back and raised the pizza box in his hands, his pronunciation slightly stiff. “Delivery.”
He held the pizza boxes high. Maken had ordered three boxes, stacked up, which completely obscured the young man’s figure. Only his slender fingers could be seen, pressed tightly against the outside of the packaging.
Maken easily took them with one hand. “Alright, got it.”
“W-wait a minute!” Fang Chen quickly spoke up. Facing the burly man’s rather oppressive physique, his palms started to sweat. He stammered, “Please give us a… a…”
Damn it, how do you say ‘good review’ again?
The more anxious Fang Chen got, the more he couldn’t say it. His mind went blank. He then heard a deep voice from inside the room. “Maken, what are you dawdling for?”
The owner of the voice looked even taller than the burly man in front of him and was walking towards the door. His shadow was cast on the door panel, a dark and imposing presence. Fang Chen quickly shut his mouth, hugged the remaining delivery boxes, and turned to run.
Seth walked out and said impatiently, “You’re half an hour late. Everyone is waiting for you, and you’re just standing at the door chatting with someone?”
As he spoke, the man raised his eyes slightly, only seeing a loose white T-shirt billowing in the wind at the turn of the stairs. In the bright sunlight, he could vaguely make out a slender figure flashing by.
The man’s expression grew colder.
Maken was notoriously fickle and playful, capable of dating seven or eight different partners in a week.
“If you’re in a hurry to get laid, you didn’t have to come today.”
Maken cried out in protest, holding up the boxes in his hands. “I was getting the delivery, really.”
Seth gave him a cold glance and turned to walk back inside. Maken hurried to follow. “But you really should have come out earlier. The delivery guy was a pretty little boy. Maybe you’d like him…”
His words came to an abrupt halt under Seth’s gloomy stare. Maken quickly clamped his mouth shut.
He had said it on purpose. A while back, Seth had finally grown tired of the endless love letters and the randomly appearing confessors at various locations, and had bluntly stated that he liked men.
The man enunciated each word coldly, “Do you want to get lost right now?”
Maken smiled fawningly. “My mistake, Seth. I’ll be sure to watch my mouth.”
He didn’t dare to anger Seth, or he’d probably be forced to drop out of WK tomorrow.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace into the classroom and said in a cheerful tone, “Hey, guys, I ordered pizza from that super popular place. Let’s grab a bite before we work on the group report.”
By the time he had delivered all the food, he had already run halfway around the campus. Fang Chen was so hot that the moment he returned to the shop, he collapsed onto a chair, wishing he could pant with his tongue out like the little white dog in the shop.
“Little Chen, did you deliver the order for Building Five just now?!”
The shop assistant, Jamin, ran over, grabbed Fang Chen’s hand, and shook it vigorously.
“Did you see Seth? There’s a rumor that he’s been holding group meetings in Building Five recently.”
“Who?” Fang Chen forcefully pulled his hand back. “I only know about fascists, but he probably wouldn’t order pizza.”
“Oh my god, you don’t know Seth? Seth Bolton! Are you really a student at WK?”
Hearing the last sentence, Fang Chen felt a momentary pang of guilt, afraid that someone would notice the soul in this body had been replaced. He quickly sat up a little straighter and coughed. “I’m a freshman. But, I think I remember now. Is he the one with a really good body?”
On campus, those who were known by name were either handsome or had a good physique.
But to be so adored by a gay man, it must be eight-pack abs and a V-taper.
“It’s more than that!!” Jamin’s eyes were shining. “Seth Bolton has been the champion of the intercollegiate boxing competition for three consecutive years. He’s the most promising person to win the ICK golden belt! And, of course, most importantly, he’s from the Bolton family! That’s the most powerful noble family in the entire northwest.”
Jamin spoke like a machine gun. Fang Chen’s language skills were already poor, so he was dazed as he listened, barely catching a few keywords.
Boxing, noble.
It was like doing a cloze test for the CET-6 exam.
Fang Chen said, “Oh.”
A boxer.
He thought of the brawny man he saw when delivering pizza today, with muscles that made one’s eyes swim.
Is that considered a good body?
He said casually, “Didn’t see him.”
Jamin’s expression immediately wilted, but only for two seconds. He quickly perked up again and clenched his fists. “I must go see the intercollegiate boxing match next month. I’m going to go buy a few more bags of chips right now.”
“…What does that have to do with you buying chips?”
“Please, do you know how much the intercollegiate boxing match tickets are being scalped for? Three thousand bucks!” Jamin held up three fingers, making a very exaggerated expression. “You couldn’t afford one even if you sold me.”
“But PLL chips is a sponsor of the boxing match. This time they launched a promotion. There are lottery cards in the new bags of chips released this month. The grand prize is a ticket to the boxing match.”
Fang Chen was speechless. “What’s the difference between that probability and winning the lottery?”
“Hey, you have to have a dream.”
Fang Chen waved his hand, not continuing the idle chat. After resting enough, he got up to continue delivering pizzas.
After all, he was paid by the piece. To avoid starving to death next month, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Bullshit transmigration!
Bullshit fate!
Bullshit being abroad!
He was truly down on his luck!!!
Yes, Fang Chen had transmigrated into a book.
Before this, he was just an ordinary university student. While staying up late playing games, he spilled water on a frayed power cord and got electrocuted. The next second, he was freshly delivered here.
When he woke up, he was on a plane, and a chaotic jumble of memories flooded his mind.
He had transmigrated into a cannon fodder character with the same name as him from a book he had read before.
Fang Chen was very carefree. His parents had passed away long ago anyway, so there was nothing to hold him back. Transmigration was transmigration; he could experience another kind of life.
In his memory, this cannon fodder was a “fake young master” in a wealthy family novel, constantly causing trouble and courting death.
Fang Chen was eager to try!
It’s fine! Just watch how I turn things around!
Let me see, did I transmigrate to the beginning of the story where I need to take care of the real young master in advance, or have I reached the climax and started causing all sorts of trouble?
But looking around, Fang Chen was shocked to find he was on a plane, holding an empty bottle of sleeping pills.
What the heck, did I transmigrate directly to the grand finale?
The cannon fodder had already been sent abroad to fend for himself. Unexpectedly, he had quite the backbone and chose to commit suicide on the plane.
After sorting out the relationships, Fang Chen’s vision went black.
He wished he could find another bottle of sleeping pills and swallow them.
Help me.
I haven’t even passed my CET-6 exam.
The most miserable international student, a disastrous start.
But he didn’t expect that worse was yet to come.
Because of all the things the cannon fodder Fang Chen had done, the Fang family, after paying his tuition in one lump sum, had blocked all of Fang Chen’s contact methods.
Fang Chen went crazy looking at the string of red exclamation marks.
No, excuse me???
Can you give me another chance??
I’ve really changed for the better now!
Going crazy was useless; he could only work.
After settling down, Fang Chen started looking for a job. He held a translation app in one hand and a dictionary in the other, trying hard to memorize words.
If he had had this much drive before, forget CET-6, he would have passed CET-60.
But he had to say, the environment shapes the person.
At least now he could barely communicate with everyone.
But for now, all he could do was deliver food.
He worked until night, and after delivering the last order, Fang Chen was about to faint from hunger. He couldn’t hold on and eat dry bread back at the dorm, so he bought something from a vending machine on the way.
He originally wanted to buy the cheapest biscuits to fill his stomach, but his finger paused, and he still chose the PLL chips next to them.
I just suddenly wanted to eat chips, I absolutely have no intention of buying a lottery ticket!!!
Fang Chen tore open the packaging as he walked back.
A prize card fell out.
He scratched it with his key and glanced at it.
Wait…
Fang Chen suddenly froze.
The streetlight stretched his shadow long. The young man squatted on the ground, his fingers trembling with nervousness.
Quickly, quickly check.
Grand Prize!!
It was the grand prize!!
Fang Chen almost jumped up. He clutched the prize card tightly, his heart thumping. He knew it; he was a transmigrator. How could he not have a single cheat?
Good luck had arrived!
The next day when he went to work at the pizza shop, during a break when no one was around, Fang Chen secretly pulled Jamin aside.
“I have an expensive watch. Do you know which platform is safe to resell it on?”
Since this ticket was so popular, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Fang Chen decided to keep it a secret for now.
“ebay or Mercari are both fine,” Jamin had partied hard at a club last night and was still a bit tired. He yawned. “But I suggest you find a rich second-generation kid to deal with in person. That way, you can get a higher price.”
“Thanks a lot. I’ll treat you to a beef burger for lunch.”
Fang Chen patted Jamin’s shoulder and then muttered to himself, “I’d better just put it on a platform. I don’t know any rich people.”
“You can go to the party tonight!”
Jamin suddenly remembered. “This is a school-wide party. The graduate department is almost all rich second-generation kids. Your watch will definitely sell for a good price!”
WK held a Back to School Party every year at the beginning of the school year. The time happened to be tonight. He had heard Jamin mention this before, but at that time, Fang Chen was busy earning money and naturally had no interest in such things.
Fang Chen was still hesitating, but Jamin got excited. “Right, you should go to the party with me. You’re so cute, let me dress you up!”
The first day he met Fang Chen, Jamin had repeatedly called him cute, calling him “cute boy” all day long. In the end, Fang Chen couldn’t stand it anymore and forced him to shut up.
Hearing Jamin say this, Fang Chen became even more hesitant. “I’d better not. I think I’ll just stick to the platform…”
“No, no, no, you must go with me,” Jamin quickly gripped Fang Chen’s hand. “I’ll introduce you to several rich people. I swear, you’ll get at least two hundred dollars more than if you sold it on a platform!”
It was an animal-themed costume party. Jamin was already fantasizing about what to dress Fang Chen up as. A little bunny? Or a little lamb?
“A boring party.”
Seth leaned lazily on the sofa, his legs crossed, a pair of leather boots casually resting on the coffee table.
“Please, great Mr. Seth Bolton, have a heart.”
Joey had a pained look on his face. “This party was planned by my cousin. She ordered me to get you there.”
“This is your last year of graduate school. Don’t you want to leave a good memory?”
To Joey’s words, the man just replied coldly, “I will not waste my time on such a stupid activity.”
Joey was so anxious he was wringing his hands, but there was nothing he could do.
Seeing the man’s expression growing more and more impatient, Joey suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh. “Seth, do you know someone is faking tickets for the boxing match?”
The man finally raised his eyes, his gaze dark. “What?”
Joey was in the logistics department, so he got news a little faster. “More than a dozen people have already been scammed. The amount is not small. I’ve seen the fake ticket; the forgery is very good.”
Seth’s face turned cold. “Haven’t you called the police? Are the people in the production team useless?”
“Of course we called the police,” Joey said quickly. “This person’s nickname is ‘Oily Rat.’ He’s a repeat offender. The police can’t do anything for now, but I think he’ll probably go to the party this time. After all, privately circulated tickets have a bigger profit margin.”
Joey said deliberately, “Seth, someone is playing tricks at your boxing match. Aren’t you going to deal with him?”
The man let out a cold scoff.
He stood up slowly and straightened his cuffs. “A nice goading tactic.”
Ignoring Joey’s anxious look, Seth picked up his jacket with one hand and started walking towards the door. But after just two steps, he paused again.
“But I will go to the party. A rat, is it? I look forward to the sight of me stepping on it to death.”
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Author’s Note:
Must-read trigger warnings*
- Height difference: 175cm vs. 195cm
- Age difference: 19 vs. 24
- Body type difference: Little Lamb vs. North American Gray Wolf
- A fluffy daily life story of a couple
Sweet story! Sweet story! Sweet story!!
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(Note: “sc he” means both main characters are virgins and it’s a happy ending.)