Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

What are you studying?

Sui Si rested his elbows on the wooden dining table, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"computer!"

Gu Yichen immediately straightened his back and answered quickly, his eyes full of youthful vigor.

"However, I was assigned here by others; actually, I prefer drawing."

Senior Mu Shang is truly amazing! He led his team to first prize in the last National Undergraduate Programming Contest!

At this point, he gave a thumbs-up and shook it.

Mu Shang shook his head gently, lowering his eyes to adjust his cuffs. "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Although she spoke modestly, the tips of her ears turned slightly red, and her eyes were filled with a hint of a smile.

"I told you before, if you like drawing, you can take the school's digital media course. They have professional graphics tablets and drawing software, and the teachers are very professional."

As the food on their plates dwindled, the four of them started talking non-stop.

We talked about everything from data structures to Photoshop skills, from suspense movies to rock bands, and were surprised to find that we had so many things in common.

Gu Yichen is like a little sun, always able to find interesting topics, and from time to time he even imitates the way a teacher lectures, making everyone laugh.

Although Mu Shang doesn't talk much, he always manages to offer insightful and unique perspectives.

Sui Si and Jun Sui listened quietly, occasionally sharing anecdotes about university clubs and their learning experiences.

"correct!"

Gu Yichen suddenly slapped his forehead, the movement so forceful that it flipped over his crossbody bag, and his keychain and mints tumbled to the ground with a clatter.

He hurriedly reached out to steady the wobbling water glass, his metal wristwatch clanging against the glass. He then frantically scrambled under the table, muttering to himself:

"Oh no, oh no, I hope my new mechanical pencil doesn't break!"

After finally getting everything ready, he couldn't wait to unzip his backpack and pull out a leather notebook with shiny, worn edges.

The title page is covered with a yellowed military badge sticker, and when you open it, you can smell a faint scent of colored pencils mixed with kraft paper.

"Actually, I'm a comic book enthusiast, and I've recently been drawing a webcomic about military life."

He was so excited that his voice trembled as he rapidly flipped through the animation paper with his long, slender fingers.

Vibrant colored pencil strokes danced between the yellowed pages.

A cartoonish soldier wearing a camouflage helmet is lying in the mud assembling a weapon, with cartoonish bullet casings floating from the muzzle.

The character carrying a first-aid kit tiptoes inside a battlefield tent to bandage the wounded, with small red cross patterns drawn on the bandages.

Every frame is full of tension, even the smoke is rendered with varying shades of gray to create a sense of flow.

"look at this!"

Gu Yichen suddenly shoved the notebook into the center of the table, causing the ice cubes in the cola cup to shake.

"Our squad is a five-man team. Our captain is exceptionally calm and collected. He's always the first to rush into minefields. Once, he even got grazed on the forehead by shrapnel while trying to save a teammate—"

His fingertips lightly traced the cartoon character in the painting wearing blood-stained bandages.

"And this new medic, he looks so cold, but one night he used a field stove to heat us up and burned a hole in the tent flap!"

At this point, he suddenly raised his head, his amber eyes darting back and forth between Sui Si and Jun Sui:

"Don't you guys think it's exactly like your personalities? Their combination of personalities is just like yours!"

He simply knelt down on the chair, pointing at the two chibi-style characters fighting side by side:

"The curve of the captain's eyelashes when he looks down to study the map is exactly the same as when you look down to pick up food, Jun Sui!"

The way the military medic pursed his lips while disinfecting the wounded was a perfect replica of how Brother Sui Si prepared the dipping sauce!

Mu Shang paused, holding the coffee cup, as the scalding liquid rippled slightly at the rim.

Jun Sui reached out and took the notebook, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the panel depicting the comrades arguing.

The two men in the painting roar back to back, their flying hair and the folds of their military uniforms carrying a familiar sharpness, just like the scene when he and his teammates argued about tactical plans in the field hospital back then.

"This storyboard..."

His voice was a little hoarse, "How did you know that we were arguing about amputations when the wounded were infected?"

"Art originates from life!"

Gu Yichen's eyes lit up dramatically, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"Actually, I secretly asked a friend who used to be in the military, and he's figured out the secrets behind your 'banter on the surface but risking your lives for each other' kind of brotherhood!"

He suddenly leaned forward, his nose almost touching the table:

"So I'd like to ask for your opinions! Could I draw these two characters in your likeness?"

For example, if the team leader were replaced with Jun Sui's gentle phoenix eyes when he smiled, and the military doctor were combined with Sui Si's flower-like scar behind his ear...

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze.

Realizing he had touched on a sensitive topic, the boy hurriedly waved his hands and backed away.

"Of course! If you feel offended, I'll change it immediately! I... I can change it to a birthmark or a tattoo!"

Sui Si stared at the crooked yet passionate lines on the notebook, and his throat suddenly tightened.

He reached out and pinched his reddened earlobe, deliberately keeping a straight face as he said:

"Remember to draw me handsome, at least ten times more handsome than the original big oaf."

Gu Yichen cheered instantly, grabbed a marker, and sketched a new draft on the blank page with great skill. In the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, he could almost hear the cheers when the comic was serialized in the future.

Jun Sui silently pushed the coffee to the boy's side, and as he looked at the gradually taking shape chibi version of himself on the drawing paper, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Sui Si also came over, looking at the familiar scenes in the comics, and couldn't help but sigh, "Art really does imitate life."

Gu Yichen clapped his hands excitedly, "Right, right! I told you that inspiration is everywhere in life!"

Mu Shang glanced down at his watch and whispered, "Yi Chen, we're closing in forty minutes."

"Oops!"

Gu Yichen suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

"Senior Mu Shang, we have to hurry! We have a data structures class tomorrow morning, and the professor will definitely nag us if we're late!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly tidied up his things, leaving pencils and erasers scattered all over the floor.

Mu Shang smiled helplessly, bent down to pick up the scattered stationery for him, and carefully stuffed it into the side pocket of his backpack. "Don't rush, there's still enough time."

“Nice to meet you!”

Gu Yichen took out his phone, the screen already lit up with a WeChat QR code, "Can we add each other as friends? I'll treat you to milk tea next time!"

Sui Si and Jun Sui exchanged a glance, smiled, and scanned the QR code to add each other as friends.

Mu Shang also took out his phone, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Jun Sui rarely took the initiative to speak up: "Next time, we'll treat you. There's a Sichuan restaurant near the back gate of your school; the food is very authentic."

Mu Shang's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I'll have to keep an eye on someone then, lest they get teary-eyed from the spiciness again."

"I didn't!"

Gu Yichen retorted, her face flushed, and reached out to push Mu Shang away, "That time it was clearly chili pepper that got into my eyes!"

Watching the two walk away, chatting away, Sui Si and Jun Sui stood side by side at the restaurant entrance, the steam from the hot pot warming them.

"Doesn't it look like it did back then...?"

Sui Si gently stirred the nearly empty bone broth with his chopsticks. In the rising steam, he gazed at the young men chatting happily in the glass reflection, his voice so low it seemed he was speaking to himself.

Those memories, buried by time, gradually surfaced from the depths of her heart as Gu Yichen gesticulated animatedly while telling the story of the comics.

Jun Sui's Adam's apple bobbed, and his knuckles unconsciously rubbed the water droplets on the glass. "They're exactly the same."

He suddenly remembered the night he celebrated Sui Si's arrival, when he, Sui Si, and three teammates were huddled in a corner of the canteen, arguing heatedly about tactical plans.

At that moment, a hand quietly reached out from under the table, and two fingers gently hooked onto Sui Si's hand.

"Even the tone of voice is the same. Gu Yichen's loud and boisterous manner has never changed."

When the waiter passed by for the third time, he finally couldn't help but go up and ask.

The light slanted through the window frame, casting tiny gold flakes on the mottled hot pot broth, reflecting the gentle smiles in their eyes.