After Transmigrating into an ABO World with My Nemesis (BL) - Chapter 18

Cheng Bing’s gaze fell upon the fist stuffed inside the underwear. Only when he heard the faint creak-creak of that fist clenching did he tactfully look away, lifting his eyes to meet the owner of the fist.

Looking at Jiang Zhou’s scarlet ears, scarlet face, and eyes so red they looked ready to drip blood and commit murder, he said—calmly and quite death-defyingly: “I forgot to take my…”

Before Cheng Bing could finish, an unidentified flying object soared toward his face. He was forced to stop talking and raise a hand to catch the projectile.

He looked down at the grey fabric in his hand, then looked back up at Jiang Zhou, whose jaw was locked tight and whose fists were white-knuckled. He finally added the last word: “…briefs.”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

The blood in his entire body rushed to his head; Jiang Zhou wished he could drop dead on the spot.

Between feeling ashamed and blaming others, he chose to blame others without a second thought. Gritting his teeth in fury, he growled, “Who gave you permission to enter without knocking?!”

A flicker of complexity crossed Cheng Bing’s expression. “Sorry. I also didn’t expect you to… do that kind of thing with my underwear.”

That kind of thing? What kind of thing?!

He was just comparing sizes! Why did it sound like he was molesting the damn things!

This dog Cheng Bing did it on purpose, didn’t he?!

Jiang Zhou felt like his face must be terrifyingly hot. To prevent his brain from crashing due to high temperatures, he squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and squeezed the words out from between his teeth: “Take your rags and get the hell out!”

He couldn’t quite keep the fire out of his voice; he sounded fierce, as if he wanted to chew Cheng Bing up, bones and all.

Cheng Bing didn’t seem to mind the rudeness. He actually turned around to leave, but halfway through, he seemed to think of something and said, seemingly with consideration: “It’s understandable.”

Then, with a click, he shut the door.

Thwack.

A pillow immediately slammed against the closed door.

Jiang Zhou didn’t speak to Cheng Bing again until it was time to head out that afternoon.

Even for the walk back to campus, they had to take two separate paths: Cheng Bing took the front gate, and he took the back.

When they reached the fork in the road, Cheng Bing glanced at Jiang Zhou. He was wearing his clothes—a white cotton T-shirt and black casual pants.

The clothes were a bit big on Jiang Zhou; the shoulder seams sagged, and the pants were baggy. Jiang Zhou’s waist was too thin. When he had first come out of the bedroom after changing, he hadn’t tucked his shirt properly, and Cheng Bing had seen a sliver of white underwear peeking out from the back of his waistband.

But logic told Cheng Bing that at this moment, it was best not to mention the word “underwear” ever again.

So, he walked over and hiked up Jiang Zhou’s waistband for him, then secured it by pinning the excess fabric with two hair clips they’d received as a gift when buying groceries yesterday, just so the pants wouldn’t slide down.

Jiang Zhou: “?”

Do I really have to wear your damn pants out in public?

The punch Jiang Zhou had been holding back finally swung out, but Cheng Bing caught it with his hand.

And so, Jiang Zhou had remained fuming until now.

Cheng Bing thought for a moment, deciding to say something. Just as he opened his mouth, Jiang Zhou shot him a “look-dagger.”

“Stop. Don’t speak.” A murderous glint appeared in Jiang Zhou’s eyes. “You don’t want a homicide occurring at the school gate, do you?”

Cheng Bing: “…”

And so, the two continued their separate ways in total silence.

Jiang Zhou walked along the small path leading to the back gate.

He just didn’t understand why the weather today was so damn hot. Even after walking a long way, he still felt his face burning and his ears scorching.

So this was what a total strike to a human’s sense of shame felt like.

Damn it all.

He never should have moved in with Cheng Bing!

Two seconds later, Jiang Zhou’s shoulders slumped dejectedly. He thought sadly: I can’t do it. It’s impossible. I’ll literally die if we don’t live together.

Sigh.

The tragic Student Jiang Zhou returned to the dorm with a heavy heart.

This time, all three roommates were in. Seeing him return, Lin Le asked in surprise, “Why are you back? Did you forget something?”

“No,” Jiang Zhou said vaguely. “I have some… stuff to do. Staying for a night.”

Lin Le noticed Jiang Zhou’s depressed expression, paused, and tested the waters: “Did Cheng Bing make you mad?”

That was essentially the case, but Lin Le’s questioning always felt a bit off. Jiang Zhou nodded hesitantly.

Lin Le, who had been sitting at his desk, immediately spun his chair around. He wore a face of shared indignation, ready to scold a “Bad Alpha” on behalf of his “Good Bestie Omega.” Then his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.

“Why are your clothes so big?”

Jiang Zhou said, “Oh, these are Cheng Bing’s.”

Lin Le: “…”

The other two roommates, lying on their beds but eavesdropping: “…”

Lin Le’s expression looked like it was about to crack. “Are you saying that even though he made you mad, you’re still wearing his clothes, carrying his scent, and coming back to the dorm to ‘run away from home’—all while dealing a heavy blow to the two single dogs and one long-distance student in this room? Is that it?”

Jiang Zhou: “…”

Jiang Zhou tried to salvage the situation: “…I didn’t run away from home.”

“Then what are you doing back?” Lin Le stared with one eye wider than the other, as if saying For real?

Jiang Zhou: “.”

Jiang Zhou was like a mute eating bitter herbs—he had the grievances but couldn’t speak them.

“Don’t you feel like we’re…” a voice drifted eerily from the top bunk.

“…like dogs basking in the sun by the road…” another eerie voice followed.

“…getting kicked for no reason,” Lin Le added the final blow.

Unable to withstand the roommates’ ghostly resentment, Jiang Zhou finally “confessed under pressure,” saying numbly: “…Fine, I ran away from home.”

I was wrong. I was dead wrong. I regret everything. My heart is in pain. I… I really shouldn’t have agreed to live with Cheng Bing!

I’m dead.

On the other side, Lin Le let out a satisfied, long “Mhm.”

See? I saw right through your stinky couple’s little games long ago.

His magnanimous roommates forgave Jiang Zhou’s “disrespect” and took him in for the night, leaving Jiang Zhou stuck between laughing and crying.

At night, Jiang Zhou lay in bed, spraying a ton of blocker to seal off his scent, lest the Alpha pheromones on him affect the others.

Naturally, this earned him several more ambiguous glances from his roommates.

Jiang Zhou pulled his bed curtains tight with a headache and started the “procedure.”

He opened the game, roamed the Rift, and then lost every single ranked match. He was so furious he almost coughed up blood and died.

But the good news was that the frequency of wins and losses today matched the night before the transmigration. He couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope.

After some unfriendly exchanges in the game, Jiang Zhou aimlessly browsed the forum. Sure enough, he found the same comment he had “disliked” back then and did it again.

Thinking about how the author of that comment had caught him yesterday, he originally wanted to hit “dislike” multiple times to vent, but then he thought it better not to ruin the experimental process. He regretfully desisted.

12:50 AM. Everything was ready. Time for bed.

Jiang Zhou stared at the clothes folded by his pillow for a bit, then heartlessly shoved them to the foot of the bed.

He decided: out of sight, out of mind.

The weather was hot; he had to shower. Jiang Zhou still had a few sets of clothes in his dorm locker, so he changed out of those “damned” clothes after washing up.

In a single day, he had inhaled Alpha pheromones twice, slept in an Alpha’s bedroom for an entire night, and worn clothes drenched in Alpha pheromones all day.

Jiang Zhou felt like he was being pickled in Cheng Bing’s scent.

…No wonder everyone thinks I have something going on with him.

Who could even explain this?

Jiang Zhou’s expression was like he’d swallowed a hundred flies. He gave a kick, sending Cheng Bing’s clothes into the far corner of the bed, where they huddled in a pitiful, wrinkled clump.

Since he couldn’t bully Cheng Bing, bullying his clothes would have to do.

Satisfying.

Jiang Zhou pulled up the covers in contentment and lay down.

Five minutes later, he turned over in annoyance.

It was like he was having withdrawal symptoms. He felt uncomfortable without smelling Cheng Bing’s pheromones. It felt like ants were crawling up and down his spine.

It was miserable. He was dying. He couldn’t sleep.

Another five minutes later, Jiang Zhou wiggled inside his blanket. Then, slowly, quietly, he used his toes to hook Cheng Bing’s clothes and pull them into his arms.

He had worn those clothes all day; the scent of Forest Snow mixed with Peach Candy had blended into a very complex fragrance. It was surprisingly hypnotic.

…Anyway, no one can see.

Jiang Zhou covered himself with the blanket, clutching Cheng Bing’s clothes in his arms. Sniffing that pleasant scent, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Next Day, Deadly Monday.

The good news was that Jiang Zhou’s class wasn’t until the second period, so he could sleep in.

But for some reason, Jiang Zhou felt exceptionally exhausted lately. No matter how much he slept, it wasn’t enough. He instinctively turned off his 9:30 AM alarm and slept until 10:00, when Lin Le finally woke him from the bottom bunk.

“…Zhouzhou, the teacher for this class is very strict. You can’t skip.” Lin Le tapped the bed railing.

“Mmm, okay,” Jiang Zhou grumbled a response from his dream.

Lin Le thought he was awake and turned to the balcony to wash up.

Jiang Zhou heard the footsteps getting further away. His brain struggled to get up, but his body lay motionless in the warmth.

So sleepy, so tired, and so… hot inside.

Jiang Zhou drifted off again in a daze.

Ten minutes later, an exasperated Lin Le climbed up the bed, grabbed his ankle, and shook it: “JIANG ZHOU!!!!!”

Jiang Zhou jumped in fright, sitting bolt upright as if waking from a nightmare. The two pieces of clothing, warmed by his body heat, tumbled from his arms.

Holy crap.

Jiang Zhou grabbed the clothes, his sleepiness instantly vanishing. He suddenly realized something, his heart trembling in terror, and he immediately looked at Lin Le.

But Lin Le seemingly hadn’t noticed that he’d slept with Cheng Bing’s clothes all night, nor did he tease him. Seeing him awake, Lin Le scrambled back down the ladder and said, “Hurry, hurry, hurry! Class starts in twenty minutes!”

Jiang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t know why he was relieved, but at least he wouldn’t be “sanctioned” by his roommates again because of Cheng Bing’s clothes.

Jiang Zhou scrambled out of bed, washed up at top speed, and sprinted to the classroom with Lin Le, arriving just in the nick of time.

Since he’d woken up in a rush and left in a hurry, it wasn’t until he checked his phone that he saw a message Cheng Bing had sent at 8:00 AM.

[Annoying Person]: 1

1?

1 what?

What ‘1’?

Who is the 1?

At 10:31 AM, Cheng Bing received a WeChat message.

[Pufferfish Spirit]: ? What are you implying?