Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

You'll be fine once you fall asleep; it will be dawn soon, and everything will be alright then.

He comforted himself in this way.

This is based on years of experience. He was particularly afraid of rainy nights when he was a child, and his mother would lock him in his room.

"What are you afraid of, a boy? You're already six years old. Other six-year-olds can go to math Olympiad classes, but you're just a good-for-nothing who's afraid of this and that."

"Perfect, just go to your room and stay there. You'll get used to it and won't be afraid anymore. You're just being too dramatic."

His room was converted from a balcony; it was very small, only big enough to fit a bed and a desk.

The balcony window was large, and lightning shone through the light-transmitting curtains, each clap of thunder seeming to strike his heart.

The window was to Song Yuzhi's left. Lying there now, it felt as if he had returned to that stormy night when he was six years old.

The storm pounded against the window, and the thunder roared down, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to cover his ears.

He pursed his lips tightly, closed his eyes, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He was hot, but even more so, he was afraid.

A muffled voice sounded in his ear, but the thunder and wind were too strong for him to hear clearly: "Ayu?"

"Ayu?"

He felt someone pulling at his blanket. Song Yuzhi opened his eyes, realized the unpleasant hallucination, and gripped his blanket even tighter.

Could it be that faceless old woman?

"What's wrong, Ayu? It's me, Akahoshi."

Akahoshi, who had been observing him, noticed something was wrong when he curled up and immediately got out of bed to check on him.

They discovered that Song Yuzhi was covered by the blanket and didn't want to come out. The temperature in the room was just right, and it must be too hot to be covered like that.

He forcibly pulled the blanket off Song Yuzhi's head, and when he touched it, he found that his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Ayu? Don't be afraid, I'm Chixing, open your eyes and look at me?"

Song Yuzhi opened her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

Song Yu felt wronged. He was perfectly fine on his own and would be fine by tomorrow morning, so why did Chi Xing come over and pull his blanket?

Seeing him shed tears, Akahoshi felt a pang of pain in her heart. She gently reached out and wiped them away, then whispered softly in his ear:

"I'm a little scared, can you come and sleep with me?"

Song Yuzhi blinked.

Akahoshi frowned: "Really, it's so dark here. You have no idea how afraid I am of the dark, Tama..."

Song Yuzhi threw off the covers and rushed over to hug Chixing's neck.

With a nasal tone, she whispered in Akahoshi's ear, "Okay."

He didn't believe that Akahoshi was afraid of the dark; Akahoshi must have known he was afraid.

Chixing hugged him face to face, her nose filled with Song Yuzhi's scent, and then turned around and carried him to her own bed.

Song Yuzhi sat on Chixing's lap, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, and dared not raise her head at all.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Chixing simply picked him up and lay him down, letting Song Yuzhi sleep on the side against the wall. She patted his back and asked, "Can you sleep?"

Song Yuzhi's voice was muffled: "I can't sleep."

"Don't worry about me, go to sleep."

How could Akahoshi possibly ignore him?

"Ayu, do you know why I chose to do missions with you?"

Whether Song Yu knew or not, he only knew that Song Yu was a very good person.

"You are a good man."

Akahoshi laughed out loud: "Wrong, I'm not a good person, otherwise why would I have tricked you into my bed on the very first day we met?"

Song Yuzhi's earlier fear had vanished, replaced by shock at Chi Xing's words.

"How could you do this?"

"So what? I'm just telling the truth."

Song Yu wondered whether he should reply or not; the inner voice of his mind was having a conversation.

What does "Red Star" mean? What else could it mean? Of course, it means "I like you."

No way, I have no good points, I don't like to talk, and I'm timid. Why would he like me?

If you like someone, you like them. Don't you like him too?

Thinking of this, Song Yu lowered her head again and buried her face in Chi Xing's arms.

But since they're not covered with blankets, they're not hot.

Akahoshi's hand moved from his face to his chin, lifting his chin with her fingers so that he was facing her.

"Ayu, I'm telling you this very seriously, I like you. I've liked you since the first time I saw you today."

Song Yuzhi was shocked. He said that he liked her at first sight today, and that he saw the real her, not the Song Yuzhi he used to know.

How could anyone like someone like me?

"I'm not good enough, don't like me."

He really liked Akahoshi and wanted to be with him, but for some reason, he felt inferior at this moment, even though he had been thinking about how to confess his feelings during the day.

He's really, really bad; he doesn't seem to deserve Akahoshi.

"Who says you're not good? In my eyes, whatever you do or don't do is good, and I like you simply because I like you, nothing else."

Whether you can take photos, act, or be likable doesn't matter. I like you simply because you are you, and I like your soul.

Song Yuzhi was stunned by his words.

"Me, my soul?"

Akahoshi gently stroked his cheek, saying with heartache:

"I don't know what you've been through. You can tell me later if you're willing, or you don't have to. When I said I liked your soul, I meant it."

"Don't worry about whether we're a good match or not, whether we're suitable or not. I, Akahoshi, will only ever love one person, and that person is you."

Tears welled up in Song Yuzhi's eyes, and Chi Xing patiently guided her:

"You like me too, don't you?"

His voice was so gentle that Song Yuzhi felt as if she were his precious treasure.

Tears streamed down her face, and she thought to herself that she had already died once, so what was there to be afraid of? Besides, he liked Akahoshi, and wasn't he going to date him?

He had never been in a relationship before, and this was the first time he had ever liked someone—it was the feeling of being moved that his classmates talked about.

Song Yuzhi nodded vigorously: "Yes, I like you."

Akahoshi wiped away his tears and asked him softly:

"Would you like to be my boyfriend? I promise I'll treat you well, and I'll do whatever you want."

Song Yuzhi hugged Chixing's neck tightly with both hands, buried her face in his chest and cried.

No one had ever said such a thing to him, and no one had ever said they would stay with him forever.

At this moment, even if Chixing was lying to him and playing him for a fool, Song Yuzhi accepted it; he really needed Chixing.

Like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, Song Yuzhi didn't want to let go.

"I'm willing, let's date."

Akahoshi felt both heartache and a smile: "Okay, let's date, get married, and grow old together."

Song Yuzhi cried so hard that his whole body trembled. Chixing held him and, worried that he would suffocate if he cried while lying down, picked him up and took out tissues to wipe his nose.

Feeling ashamed, Song Yu wondered if he knew why he was always crying, as this was not a good thing.