After a Thug Transmigrated into a BL Novel - Chapter 2

I lay sprawled on the bed for two days. No matter how much the system pestered me, I refused to do the mission.

Fine. We could drag this out.

I wanted to die anyway. Was I supposed to be afraid I wouldn’t manage it?

As it turned out, I really was.

The system was sly as hell.

【Host, we’re now offering a special bonus package! Raise the male lead’s affection, and you’ll have a chance to draw a suicide item!】

I got out of bed at once.

Fine. It was only Jiang Jibai.

I was a professional thug. How could I fail to handle one problem kid?

The school was Bincheng Vocational High.

But the locals had a more fitting name for it.

The recycling center.

It took everyone: students kicked out of regular high schools, middle-school dropouts, and people who had spent two years running wild before coming back to coast their way to a diploma.

As a transfer student, I was seated in the last row.

The desk was beat-up too.

Words had been carved all over it. The most conspicuous read, “XX is a whore.”

I stared at it expressionlessly for a moment, then sat down.

Being an outsider was probably every transfer student’s fate.

During break, I slept with my head on the desk.

Someone kicked one of the desk legs.

“New kid. You think you can sit at this desk?”

I slowly raised my head.

Three boys stood there slouched and loose-limbed. The one in front looked familiar.

His photo was on the disciplinary notice board. His name seemed to be Chen…

Chen Something?

His tone was airy and casual.

“Don’t you know that anyone who sits at this desk is cursed? The last person who sat here already jumped off a building. Do you not know the rules, or do you just think you’re too tough to die?”

When I said nothing, he felt I’d made him lose face.

He kicked the desk hard again.

“I’m talking to you! You mute or something?”

Hands in my pockets, I leaned back in my chair and looked up at him.

“Have you been eating shit? Your breath reeks of it.”

“You fucking—!”

He grabbed my collar.

Then he realized I stood half a head taller than him. His fist hung in midair for ages, but he didn’t dare bring it down.

The worst beating I’d ever dished out in my last life had put an upperclassman in the hospital and forced him to drop out.

I couldn’t even be bothered to ask the name of someone like this.

While we were locked in a standoff, the back door creaked open.

Jiang Jibai’s cool gaze swept across them and landed on me.

His thin lips spat out a few words.

“A whole pack of dumbasses.”

Well, well.

I grinned.

This kid was kind of interesting.

Shithead Chen quickly changed targets.

“Oh, if it isn’t our great genius Jiang. What, no Olympiad problems to work on? Aren’t you going to bring honor to County Magistrate Jiang?”

A crowd had already gathered in the corridor outside.

As if encouraged by their presence, he clapped his hands.

“Come on! Everyone, take a look! Our vocational high has produced a bona fide genius—a top student with more competition awards than he can hold! But guess what? His own mother went and became somebody’s mistress!”

“They threw her out, but she still kept shamelessly throwing herself at him. Take a good look. Your precious heartthrob is a mistress’s son!”

Jiang Jibai’s expression remained calm. He didn’t so much as furrow his brow.

As though they weren’t talking about him at all.

The jeering from those covering their mouths gradually grew louder.

These people trampled on someone else’s pain to show off their own superiority.

As if another person’s scars were medals on their chests.

The wider they tore those wounds open, the more gleefully they laughed.

Shithead Chen tapped on my desk, sneering maliciously.

“A mistress and a whore. A match made in heaven.”

I slowly raised my eyes and committed his face to memory.

I smiled gently.

“What’s your name?”

The front door slammed open.

“Chen Daqiang! What are you all crowding around for?! Get back to your seats!”

The boys cursed under their breath. “Fuck, it’s the old witch.”

Our homeroom teacher’s surname was Yao, and she was one of the few female teachers at the vocational high.

“Look at yourselves! Fighting and bullying your classmates—do you think you’ll graduate acting like this?”

“I’m telling you…!”

I tuned out the shrill chatter from the podium.

Chin in hand, I found my gaze drifting uncontrollably toward Jiang Jibai.

Soft-tempered, yet a problem kid.

A good student, yet the son of a mistress.

Somehow, such contradictions existed in the same person.

I had no idea who he’d fought to get those injuries a few days ago, but they seemed to have healed completely.

His back was straight, and his skin was very pale.

But his gaze was cold whenever he looked at anyone.

What did he remind me of…?

A ball of paper suddenly landed on my desk.

The handwriting was sharp and forceful, and the message was asking for a beating.

【Dumbass. What the fuck are you looking at?】

Like a cat hiding its claws, ready to scratch you at any moment.

The system panel chimed.

【Jiang Jibai, Affection: −50】

【Congratulations on breaking the record again, Host. If his affection reaches −100, you’ll get to live forever! Keep it up!】

Ha.

Fuck.

Now I really did want to win him over properly.