WMSR – QT Chapter 17

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 17

By

siofra

Chapter 17 from Raw

Chapter 9: The Showdown

Su Yuanhang was a crystal-clear, stunning youth who naturally commanded a strong protective instinct from those around him. In fact, this gorgeous boy was indeed younger than most of his peers; rumor had it that he had skipped two full grades to gain admission into A University, meaning his former classmates were still stuck finishing up their second year of high school. This realization left many students—who had survived that hellish three-year academic gauntlet and strained every last ounce of effort just to squeeze into a prestigious institution like A University—glancing at the young man with wildly mixed expressions of awe, reverence, and pure astonishment. With looks that striking paired with an intellect that fierce, they couldn’t help wondering if the universe even intended to leave average mortals a way to survive.

The simmering commotion among the student body at A University failed to cause any real disruption for the Bai Yichen trio. Though their fellow schoolmates remained somewhat overly enthusiastic, they never crossed the line into harassing their daily routines. To put it bluntly and with well-earned confidence, the three of them had grown up accustomed to living under the constant glare of public spotlight. Encounters with love letters and romantic confessions were nothing new to them; it was just that students back in their pre-university days had tended to be far more discreet, keeping such activities tightly under wraps due to the rigid, study-first atmosphere.

Having participated in the highest number of school-organized events and weathered the heaviest barrage of student confessions both on and off campus since childhood, Song Junchi cared the least about all the attention. His absolute primary source of torment right now was far simpler: his grand, long-awaited world-for-two with Yichen had officially vanished into thin air.

Yes, that very same world-for-two he had fantasized about for years and anticipated with bated breath had been utterly obliterated by this single, unexpected intruder.

One could easily imagine just how wretched Song Junchi felt every single time he laid eyes on that person who had no business occupying space inside their dorm room. What a golden opportunity it should have been! Sharing a dorm room exclusively between the two of them, complete with a private bathroom attached—every single time he finished his shower, he could have strolled out casually wrapped in nothing more than a loose bath towel, flashing his meticulously chiseled eight-pack abs right in front of Yichen. But now, with Su Yuanhang jammed into the mix… well, he still had a sliver of dignity left to maintain.

Because a multitude of meticulously plotted plans had been smashed to pieces by the sudden appearance of Su Yuanhang, Song Junchi’s long-standing irritation toward the boy finally peaked. If his previous stance had simply been finding Su Yuanhang an eyesore at every turn, he was now teetering right on the absolute brink of total explosion. He figured that the sheer fact he could still maintain a normal, civil facade toward Su Yuanhang in front of Yichen required the greatest display of acting chops and endurance he would ever muster in this lifetime.

Naturally, Song Junchi—who fancied himself a master of emotional restraint and theatrical performance—had no inkling of a simple truth: true, top-tier mastery of endurance meant the person being tolerated remained completely oblivious to the fact that they were even disliked.

Following the initial settling-in period of the new semester, all three had seamlessly integrated into campus life. Although none of them joined any student clubs due to their respective personal reasons, Bai Yichen—burdened by his stellar entrance scores and an aura of supreme reliability—frequently found himself entrusted with heavy responsibilities by their academic counselor, inadvertently turning him into the busiest member of the trio who frequently vanished from the dorm.

The moment Bai Yichen stepped out, the room instantly shrunk down to just two occupants who thoroughly despised each other’s existence. To pass the time during Bai Yichen’s absences, Song Junchi eventually signed up for two extracurricular clubs that tickled his interest. Whenever Bai Yichen departed, Song Junchi would invariably head off to his club activities—in short, going literally anywhere felt vastly superior to lingering inside a room trapped with a certain clingy pest.

And today mirrored that exact routine. Bai Yichen had originally been taking a midday nap, but a sudden phone call dragged him away. The moment Bai Yichen left, Song Junchi—who had been lying on his bed perusing a foreign-language textbook—instantly lost all enthusiasm for the pages in his hands. He nimbly hopped down from his loft, switched into a light athletic outfit, and strode out the door.

Su Yuanhang had long since anticipated Song Junchi’s routine movements; calling him indifferent to them would barely scratch the surface. Waiting a few minutes after Song Junchi’s departure, he slipped off his headphones, swept his gaze across the quiet dormitory, and finally locked his eyes onto the bed directly opposite his own.

The opposing mattress was dressed in pure white silk bedding, though right now those covers appeared slightly rumpled—a stark departure from their usual military-precise neatness. The master of that bed had clearly departed in a rush, failing to tidy up according to his daily habits.

Su Yuanhang remained frozen in place, staring fixedly at that vacant bed for a full two minutes. Whether triggered by some fleeting train of thought or not, a delicate flush of pink dusted the tips of his fair earlobes, while his dark, crystalline eyes grew noticeably brighter.

He glanced sideways at the tightly shut dorm door, then flicked his gaze back to the opposite bed. Drawing a deep breath as though cementing a resolute choice, he climbed down with featherlight grace, took a few steps forward, and nimbly scrambled upward once more. The next instant, he was kneeling softly atop that pristine white mattress.

I’m just helping Big Brother Chen straighten out his blankets.

That was the excuse Su Yuanhang fed himself internally, yet the moment his fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the duvet, his eyes flashed with an even more intense brilliance. Clutching the blanket tightly in his hands, he could practically still perceive the faint lingering warmth and scent belonging to Big Brother Chen.

Finally, after putting up a thin charade of smoothing down the covers for a couple of seconds, he could no longer resist the temptation. Scooping the duvet up into his arms, he buried his face straight into the fabric and inhaled deeply…

It was saturated entirely—to the absolute brim—with the scent of Big Brother Chen…

Imagining Big Brother Chen lying here night after night, with these very covers wrapping snugly around his body, Su Yuanhang pulled the blanket tighter against his chest. Just as he sank entirely into this secret, solitary realm of euphoria, a sharp clack echoed as the dormitory door was shoved open.

Song Junchi pushed the door open with a furrowed brow, but barely two steps inside, a strange prickle of intuition made him halt. Raising his head, he caught sight of an unauthorized, foreign silhouette sitting squarely atop Yichen’s bed.

Song Junchi’s eyes widened in disbelief. Staring straight at the person making direct eye contact with him across the room, he froze for two seconds before demanding bluntly, “What on earth do you think you’re doing over there?”

Su Yuanhang blinked his eyes, smoothly lowering the blanket back down into place. Breaking into an utterly natural, bright smile directed straight at Song Junchi, he replied, “I wanted to help Big Brother Chen fold his blanket.”

Was… that really it? Song Junchi shot a suspicious, sideways glare at Su Yuanhang. Yet the kid’s face wore that exact same annoying, decade-long unchanging smile that made it virtually impossible to read any hidden agenda. Coupled with the boy’s habitual sycophancy toward Yichen, pulling a stunt like this didn’t even sound out of character.

Song Junchi had only returned because he’d forgotten a specific item. The moment he located what he was looking for, Su Yuanhang had already meticulously straightened out the bedding and slow-motioned his way back down to his own bed, leaving everything looking as mundane as possible. Casting one final, lingering look tinged with an unexplained sense of bizarreness, Song Junchi turned and walked out the door.

Translator’s Note

Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!

(Note: According to the raw text, this is Chapter 17 following the chapter structuring of 52huku.net!)

— Siofra