Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Liang Yucheng was dazzled by his smile. Was that the reason?

But he has been bullied a lot in the past two years.

However, Akahoshi is a rich young master who is obsessed with studying, so it's normal that he doesn't know these things.

"Thank you."

Akashi's eyebrows gleamed arrogantly: "You want to thank me?"

"From now on, you'll be my follower, run errands for me. I'll protect you, how about that?"

Liang Yucheng tightened his grip on his clothes, recalling the tragic state of Qiu Yi and the others, and his heart was moved.

Who wants to be beaten up if they can avoid being bullied?

Those people bully him because they are rich and powerful.

Liang Yucheng didn't not want to fight back, but he was small and weak, and no one helped him; he could only take the beating.

Senior year of high school is very important. If no one influences him, he must work very, very hard to get into a good university in the future.

"I can run errands for you, but not during class time."

"Okay, but you have to move in with me, otherwise I'll have to go all the way to the West End to find you, won't I?"

Liang Yucheng hesitated: "I have a cell phone, we can contact you."

Akahoshi disagreed: "That won't do. If I have any questions I don't know how to answer, you have to teach me. Don't forget, we're not only classmates, but also competitors."

"Don't even think about going easy on me; I'm going to surpass you fair and square."

These words were well-reasoned and supported by evidence, and Liang Yucheng couldn't find a reason to refute them for a moment.

"Okay, then, I'll do whatever you say."

Chi Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he was really afraid that Liang Yuchen would realize that he had other intentions.

After Zhong Cheng came out, the three of them went out for a meal together. The food in the cafeteria wasn't very good; even the most expensive dishes tasted like communal stew.

On weekdays, Chixing eats the meals provided by Zhong Cheng, either cooked by the family chef or ordered from restaurants.

This time, they went to the restaurant where Zhong Cheng usually buys his meals. It's not far from the school and serves light, home-style dishes.

The table contained three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup—a typical home-cooked meal to outsiders.

In Liang Yucheng's eyes, it was a delicious taste she hadn't had in a long time.

Akahoshi scooped a large piece of steamed meat into his bowl with a spoon: "Eat quickly, I'm starving, I need to go back to class this afternoon."

Seeing the two eating normally, Liang Yucheng also picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

The steamed meat smells wonderful, the soup is delicious, and even the vegetables are fragrant.

Chixing kept piling food onto his plate, saying, "You're too thin. Eat more, or you won't have the strength to run errands for me."

Zhong Cheng had never seen Chi Xing treat someone like this before. He thought to himself that Chi Xing must have made the person cry and felt guilty.

He pushed the chicken towards Liang Yucheng: "Yes, you should eat more. The chicken legs at this restaurant are so delicious. You can have the chicken legs today."

This plate only has half a chicken, and that big chicken leg is shiny with oil.

Chi Xing didn't hesitate to pick it up, peeled off the chicken skin with his chopsticks, and let Liang Yuchen eat the lean meat inside, without telling him to say thank you.

Liang Yucheng ate her meal attentively; the chicken leg smelled delicious.

Having no money, he usually only bought one yuan's worth of rice. He would also eat a little bit of leftover cold vegetable juice from the canteen, or mix it with fermented bean curd if there was no juice.

Fermented bean curd is very salty; a small piece is enough to eat with a large bowl of rice, making it much more economical than eating pickled vegetables.

He has been eating like this since he started boarding school in his third year of junior high.

However, there was a very kind auntie in the cafeteria. Whenever he arrived late, she would pick out the leftover scraps with meat for him to eat.

Unfortunately, in my second year of high school, someone reported that auntie, and she was fired.

After that, Liang Yucheng couldn't even get scraps of vegetables to eat unless he paid for them.

Liang Yucheng has no money. Her father's illness is very serious, and he needs a heart transplant, which is very expensive.

So throughout the year, apart from going home to eat with his father, he usually ate white rice or steamed buns.

As a result of his unbalanced diet, he did not grow as tall as his peers.

At the same age of seventeen, Akahoshi and his friends can grow to 185 cm and still grow taller.

Liang Yucheng is only 165 cm tall, has little muscle, and is not very strong.

He ate his fill this time, but with Akahoshi watching over him, he wasn't allowed to eat until he was stuffed.

After returning to school, Chixing asked Zhong Cheng to help move Liang Yuchen's things, leaving only cardboard boxes and plastic bottles in the corner.

Liang Yucheng said nervously, "I'll sell it later, no need to move it."

"Let's go together, so we don't have to walk around and cause trouble."

Akahoshi reached out and grabbed the two burlap sacks, the plastic bottles inside rattling as they clattered together.

Zhong Cheng handed the lightweight bucket to Liang Yucheng, picked up the bundle of cardboard, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect him to not mind the dirt at all, really... Ah, I'm not saying these things are dirty, it's just that he's a clean freak. Don't be fooled by his seemingly impatient demeanor, he's actually quite happy to be around them."

He then started walking downstairs.

Watching the two figures walk away, Liang Yucheng felt a mix of emotions.

He picked these things out of the trash can. His classmates didn't want to play with him and said he smelled like trash.

Only Akahoshi didn't mind; he even helped carry it...

Liang Yucheng hurriedly followed them downstairs. A large pile of old and worn-out things were loaded onto the luxury car, which looked completely out of place.

Just as I was about to say not to get the car dirty, Akahoshi threw two large sacks into the trunk.

Zhong Cheng stepped on the gas and sped off.

"Let him sell it, I guarantee you won't lose money."

After saying that, Akahoshi squatted down in front of him again.

"I'll carry you back."

The wind was too strong, and Liang Yucheng didn't hear what he said clearly.

Akahoshi wasn't annoyed. He naturally put the boy's hand on his shoulder and easily carried him on his back.

The path they walked along was through a grove of straight trees, their leaves rustling in the wind; it was already autumn in October.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the blue and white school uniforms.

Chi Xing wasn't walking very fast. Golden leaves drifted down, and one of them landed right in front of Liang Yuchen, who reached out and caught it.

He had never seriously appreciated fallen leaves before, and for a moment he was a little excited. He stretched out his hand and held it out in front of him for Akahoshi to see:

"I caught it."

Akahoshi stopped and took a closer look: "Beautiful."

Passing through the grove, you'll find Building A01 where Akahoshi lives.

Once inside the dormitory building, Akahoshi put the person down.

It's less of a dormitory and more of a small apartment; it's like a completely different world from where Liang Yucheng just stayed.

The lobby on the first floor was simple and bright, with white tiles everywhere, a few vending machines in the corners, and a shiny floor. In the past, Liang Yucheng would not have dared to go in.

He pulled him inside, explaining, "This is a dormitory building my brother funded. You're one of my people now, so feel free to live here without worry."

Liang Yuchen's heart pounded wildly, not because of anything else, but because of the first sentence: this luxurious dormitory building actually belonged to Chixing's family.

Liang Yucheng had heard that his family was wealthy before, but he had no concept of it because he didn't recognize brand names and had no contact with any corporations.

At that moment, he realized that the Akahoshi family was truly wealthy.