Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Watching the thugs lying on the ground howling in pain, Pan Yang swung his sword. How come there are always people who aren't afraid of death these days?

The man with the buzz cut slumped on the ground, swallowing hard. "Brother, please don't hit me. I promise I'll stay away from you from now on!"

“I gave you one chance.” Pan Yang’s voice was icy.

A figure appeared at the alley entrance, his backpack dangling halfway off his shoulder. He seemed somewhat surprised to see the terrible state of the box.

"You can continue," Zhou Yang's pleasant voice came through.

"Brother! Save me!" the crew-cut man shouted hurriedly, not wanting to be beaten half to death by Pan Yang.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang blinked and pointed at himself: "Are you calling me?"

He shrugged: "You've got the wrong person."

Without any hesitation, Fan Yang beat up the crew-cut man and then stopped bothering him. He tossed Xiao Yao back into his spatial dimension and picked up the backpack he had put aside.

"Impressive skills," Zhou Yang said, looking at Pan Yang.

"Just beating someone up."

"One person beat up a group of people, that's really impressive." Zhou Yang followed behind Pan Yang, and to be honest, he suddenly became somewhat interested in this so-called good student.

He took a lollipop out of his pocket and handed it to Pan Yang.

Pan Yang took it but had no intention of opening it.

Zhou Yang didn't care whether he ate or not: "I won't spread what happened today."

"Oh." Whether it gets out or not is completely irrelevant to him. After all, it's just a matter of a single sentence, and there's no evidence that he did it, so who would believe it?

"You..." Zhou Yang was a little surprised by his nonchalant attitude. "I'm leaving first. Remember to go to the bar this weekend."

"Ah."

When he got home, Pan Yang didn't see Xia's mother. The food on the table looked freshly cooked. After confirming that it wasn't poisoned, Pan Yang ate dinner.

The next day when they returned to school, Pan Yang's seat was clean this time, probably because of what happened in the toilet yesterday, which made some people afraid to do anything.

This gave Pan Yang a lot of peace and quiet. Only Pei Qiu probably still held a sliver of hope, coming to Pan Yang every day and bringing Zhou Yang with her.

He realized that if Zhou Yang wasn't there, Pan Yang wouldn't agree to have a meal with him, which made Pei Qiu even more heartbroken. It was truly a case of me being the clown.

On the weekend, Pan Yang dressed casually and arrived at the agreed-upon bar entrance.

Zhou Yang was dressed in all black, with a skull bracelet on his wrist and a black earring in his ear.

Looking at Pan Yang, he's wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a light blue shirt and ordinary casual pants. The contrast between the two is striking.

To Pan Yang's surprise, Pei Qiu didn't come along, seemingly having given up hope.

The two entered the bar, and the bar owner, seeing Zhou Yang, grinned and said familiarly, "You're here quite early today. Is this your classmate next to you?"

“We’re not classmates.” Pan Yang spoke first, taking Zhou Yang’s hand without hesitation: “I’m his boyfriend.”

The bar owner was somewhat surprised. He looked at Pan Yang and then at Zhou Yang. No matter how he looked at them, they didn't seem like people who could get together.

But then he started joking: "I didn't realize that. I'll treat you to drinks today."

Zhou Yang felt a little embarrassed and coughed awkwardly twice: "No need, it's just for fun."

The boss didn't say anything more, just smiled without saying a word.

Pan Yang sat down in a corner, and Zhou Yang ordered a few bottles of wine and put them on the table. Since it was still early, there weren't many people in the bar.

Zhou Yang readily opened the wine bottle, took out a cup, and poured some for Pan Yang. Pan Yang glanced at him, picked up the cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised; he had thought that Pan Yang would at least hesitate before drinking: "Let's have a good talk, give me a reason why I like you."

Pan Yang touched the rim of her wine glass and looked at him: "Do you need a reason to like me?"

This question stumped Zhou Yang. It seems that liking someone really doesn't need too many reasons. He chuckled. He had never met someone like Fan Yang before.

He poured himself a glass of wine and filled one for Fan Yang as well. He took a sip, then took out the bracelet that Fan Yang had given him from his pocket and put it on his wrist.

“I can try it on with you.” Zhou Yang shook the bracelet, and it fit surprisingly well, not too big or too small, as if it were tailor-made.

Pan Yang glanced at him. Trying means agreeing, agreeing means being together, being together means liking, liking means loving, there's nothing wrong with that.

Of course, Zhou Yang had no idea what he was thinking.

As time went on, the bar became more and more crowded, and many of the newcomers greeted each other.

Several girls almost pressed themselves against Zhou Yang. If it weren't for Pan Yang keeping a close eye on them, those girls would probably have been even bolder.

Zhou Yang touched his nose somewhat awkwardly: "I only know them; we've had drinks together a few times before."

"Do you come to bars often? Do guys come to see you?"

“This…” Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang, but Pan Yang’s face did not show any extra expression, so he could not tell whether the person was just asking or was angry.

“The bar owner is my dad’s friend. He came to support the business when it first opened, and I can drink a lot without getting drunk.” Zhou Yang said with a headache, “Actually, there aren’t many people, and they definitely don’t like me.”

"Oh." Pan Yang shrugged. Anyway, as long as Zhou Yang dared to run away with someone, he didn't mind doing some things.

Hearing this word, Zhou Yang felt a little helpless. He took out a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it to Zhou Yang's mouth: "Are you angry? Have a candy."

Pan Yang glanced at the candy, and since it was peeled by him, he reluctantly ate it. He put the candy in his mouth, and the sweet taste instantly filled his mouth.

Zhou Yang coughed twice. To be honest, he had never been in a relationship, let alone with a boy: "I'll come to bars less often in the future."

Hearing the guitar music, Zhou Yang immediately became interested: "I'll play you a tune." With that, she ran over to the guitarist and successfully borrowed the guitar after a few words.

Under the colorful lights, the boy sat there with his face upturned, looking at Fan Yang, his fingers strumming the guitar.

It was around nine o'clock when Pan Yang returned home. As soon as he got home, he saw Xia's mother sitting on the sofa with her head down. When she heard Pan Yang open the door, she immediately looked up at him.

"Where have you been?" Xia's mother suddenly stood up, ran to Huan Yang, and smelled the alcohol on him: "You've been drinking? Did you go to a karaoke bar or a bar? Why did you go to those places!"

"Your mother is so worried about you, you're all I have left!" Xia's mother said, her voice trembling with emotion as she grabbed Huan Yang's arm.

The pain in his arm annoyed Pan Yang, but Xia's mother seemed oblivious and continued talking to herself.

"Pan Yang, you can't leave Mom. You're all I have left. I'm so useless, sob sob. If only your dad were still here. Why am I so unlucky?"