Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Under a blue sky and white clouds, amidst lush green grass, Chixing painted the most beautiful grassland he had ever seen.

Momo put the idea of ​​taking Ayu to the grasslands on her agenda.

Akahoshi's brush never stopped. The atmosphere of the painting was soft and warm, yet vivid and lively. In the distance, a little sheep was grazing with its head down, and the whole grassland had a peaceful and comfortable feeling.

If you look at it from a distance, Chi Xing brightened the light a bit more; this was the painting he gave to A Yu.

Write your name in the bottom left corner: Akahoshi.

As long as Ayu wakes up, she will be able to see it.

After finishing the painting, Akahoshi was exhausted and his mood was clouded. He drank a little water and went back to bed.

However, he didn't close the curtains; turning his head, he could see the blue sky and white clouds outside, and the birds on the branches.

After sharing a body for a long time, Akahoshi was able to remember Si Ningyu's memories, and gradually, his emotions changed, as if he could empathize with Si Ningyu.

Akahoshi doesn't object to this; he's willing to share the pain with Ayu. Perhaps it's a form of self-torture—only when he's suffering can his heart stop aching so much.

Rather than watching Ayu suffer alone, he was willing to be with her.

Unbeknownst to him, another soul within him had already awakened when the painting was halfway finished.

Si Ningyu saw herself pick up a paintbrush and create a painting in a style opposite to her own. Was the child in the painting him?

How cute! So this is how cute I am in the eyes of the stars.

Seeing Chi Xing write down his name, Si Ningyu felt a little sad. Xing Xing was better than him, more cheerful, and more outstanding.

Is the star a time traveler? Or has it come to replace him?

If it were a star, it seems he would be willing to give his body to it.

Having two personalities is a disease. If you want to cure it, or if you want one personality to disappear, then let it disappear.

Caught in a vortex of depression, Si Ningyu felt exhausted once again, as if trapped in an incredibly dark forest, surrounded by mist and with the air gradually thinning.

His chest felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, making each breath extremely difficult. An endless sense of helplessness and despair gradually engulfed him, and not a single ray of light could shine in.

The dizziness made him unable to perceive anything around him. The world kept spinning, and he felt like he was floating on the sea, unable to find a foothold. He could only struggle repeatedly between suffocation and revival.

Suddenly, his hand touched a soft, warm piece of driftwood. Si Ningyu hugged the driftwood with all his might, and a ray of sunlight reflected through the glass wall in the distance.

The light stung Si Ningyu's eyes, which he had finally managed to open, causing him to close them again. He raised his heavy hand to shield his eyes, and the slight melancholy he felt upon waking was quickly dispelled by the warm light.

At this moment, he was lying on his side, hugging the dragon-shaped doll, his head slightly lowered, his pale face buried in the dragon's head.

In a daze, Si Ningyu remembered the touch she felt in the classroom. Was it an illusion?

After a moment of blankness, he picked up his phone to check his notes.

Sure enough, there were more comments above, and Si Ningyu's expression changed several times as she read the contents.

Suspicion, surprise, blushing, sadness, and finally, deep thought.

Xingxing said she liked him.

Chixing likes Si Ningyu.

How could anyone like him?

Besides his mother, who else would like him?

The sun was setting in the west, and there was almost no sunlight in the small garden, but the flowers inside were still vibrant.

Si Ningyu tried to calm her racing heart, her eyes fixed on the dragon doll in front of her.

In a daze, he saw a handsome man dressed in ancient Chinese clothing.

The man was lying on his side on the bed, and judging from his sleeping position, he must have been holding him.

Si Ningyu remained expressionless as she watched the illusory figure become clearer and clearer.

The man smiled slightly, and jade pendants dangled from his elegant hairband, making a pleasant sound when they clattered together.

His dark hair was tied up high with a jade crown, and in an instant, Si Ningyu guessed who he was.

If this isn't an illusion, then has the star left this body?

Or is it that he can come in anytime?

Just looking wasn't enough; Si Ningyu often spaced out, and Chi Xing never considered that he could see her.

Therefore, he approached Si Ningyu without any hesitation. Their foreheads touched, but Chi Xing couldn't feel any contact, which made him dissatisfied.

He wanted to hold Ayu tightly, kiss him, and tell him that he had always been by his side.

The handsome face so close to his made Si Ningyu's ears turn red, but he didn't back away. He heard Chi Xing's deep voice murmur in his ear:

"I wish Ayu could see me."

Si Ningyu lowered his eyes and remained silent, unsure if this was an illusion.

250 responded in Crimson Star's sea of ​​consciousness: [Your Highness is currently in soul form; the Immortal Lord cannot see you.]

Chi Xing sighed, tilted his head, and gently kissed Si Ningyu's cheek.

This kiss, miraculously, happened; it was a real, physical contact.

Si Ningyu raised his hand, but instead of touching Chi Xing's face, his hand pierced through Chi Xing's soul and landed on his own cheek.

His eyes were glazed as he looked around again and again.

Until he heard Akahoshi chuckle softly, saying, "Ayu is so cute."

Si Ningyu: ...

He's not cute at all; he's not a cute person.

Actively distancing himself from Chi Xing's soul, Si Ningyu climbed to the edge of the bed and got out, stepping onto the soft, thick carpet. Just as he was about to step barefoot onto the wooden floor, he...

The spirit floating beside her said worriedly, "Why did you forget to put on your shoes again? Ah Yu is so naughty."

Si Ningyu pulled one foot back from the wooden floor and slowly walked back to the bedside to put on her slippers.

Trying not to look at the souls next to her, Si Ningyu walked out of the painting area. The paintings on the two canvases had completely different styles.

My finger lightly traced the characters "Red Star," and sure enough, I heard the soul beside me laugh.

"Ayu must like me too."

Si Ningyu: ...

Alternate personality... How shameless!

He thought Akahoshi would be a calm and gentle person, but he didn't expect him to have this kind of personality.

Si Ningyu thought again, if the alternate personality really wants this body, then so be it.

Such a passionate person is sure to have a happy future.

Looking down at her own body and then at the appearance of this soul, Si Ningyu felt a pang of disappointment.

With such poor health, short stature, and thinness, and frequent illnesses, Xingxing would probably dislike such a body.

No, Xingxing said that he loves his own soul, his soul, Si Ningyu.

"Like" is a word that is both familiar and unfamiliar; he doesn't know what kind of "like" it is.

Ever since Chi Xing was able to float out, he has stayed by Si Ningyu's side all the time, watching him sit in front of the oil painting for an hour at a time, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Zhou Wanyi again.

The woman's voice was gentle: "Xiaoyu, are you coming downstairs for dinner?"

Si Ningyu was about to agree on her own.

Suddenly remembering Xingxing's words of heartache, he replied, "No, Mom, I want to eat in my room."