Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Chapter 319 Obedient and Clingy Younger Brother (30)

They all took advantage of the fact that Jin Shuhe was alone to do their dirty work.

It did not cause any trouble for Jin Shuhe.

It wasn't Jin Shuhe's turn to be on duty this week. On Monday afternoon, Zhao Jingyi turned around, looking somewhat hesitant to speak.

"Zhuoran is on duty this week, can you wait with me for her?"

Upon hearing her words, Wen Bei stopped in his tracks and began to spin the basketball rapidly, holding it on his fingertips.

He said casually, "Hey, why are you always dragging Shuhe along? What, is Shuhe your bodyguard?"

“You—” Zhao Jingyi glared at him angrily.

"Okay, call me when you're leaving tonight."

Jin Shuhe patted Wen Bei's arm lightly and agreed.

Wen Bei didn't have any bad intentions. He just didn't get along with Zhao Jingyi. He wanted to argue with her no matter what she said.

Hearing Jin Shuhe agree, he shrugged: "Then I'll come too! We'll both be your bodyguards, how about that, is that prestigious enough? You'll have to buy us milk tea, right?"

Upon hearing the word "milk tea," Zhao Jingyi secretly glanced at Jin Shuhe. Seeing that he didn't react, she could only speak to Wen Bei: "Fine, fine! I'll treat you to some!"

"OK!" Wen Bei made a gesture and hurriedly went out to play ball.

Zhao Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. Jin Shuhe sensed her tension and vaguely felt that something had happened.

Lin Zhuoran has been even more silent these past few days. On her way to the station, she always keeps her head down, lost in thought, staring at her toes.

Sometimes when Zhao Jingyi speaks to her, she doesn't even react.

"Zhuoran, why don't you ask your mom to pick you up from school?"

"I... never mind, my parents don't have time."

The girl had her head down, her hair obscuring her expression, but one could sense that her steps were quite heavy.

In the teacher's office, Jin Shuhe, carrying English and math workbooks, knocked on the door and went in.

"Excuse me, teacher, I have some questions I'd like to ask you." Jin Shuhe walked to the English teacher's side, bowed respectfully, and asked.

"go ahead!"

Although Jin Shuhe's English grades weren't great, he worked exceptionally hard after entering his senior year of high school, and his grades improved with each test. What teacher wouldn't like such an ambitious student?

When he asked a question, the English teacher pulled out a comfortable chair for him to sit down.

After listening to the teacher's explanation, Jin Shuhe stood up and thanked him.

Then he walked over to the math teacher, but before he could say anything, the preparatory bell rang.

"Oh dear, I'm too late. How about you come find me during the break after the next class?" There were two stacks of test papers on the math teacher's desk.

"Okay." Jin Shuhe nodded.

Then he looked at the table: "Teacher, which class do you teach? I'll help you move it over."

"Okay, thank you. Please deliver these to Class 14." The math teacher was worried about how to collect them all at once.

Jin Shuhe effortlessly picked up the two stacks and went upstairs first. The science classes were downstairs and the humanities classes were upstairs.

Classes 14 and 15 of the humanities stream are both on the top floor.

Wen Bei said that day, "Our school doesn't have an elevator, so maybe they want them to climb more stairs, expend more energy, and avoid causing trouble."

Jin Shuhe approached Class 14, placed the things he was carrying on the podium, and slowly tidied them up.

Looking down from the podium, I saw several familiar faces.

Lin Zhuoran, sitting in the corner, kept her head down and didn't look at Jin Shuhe at all.

A boy sitting in the last row, with his feet on the seat in front of him, was making a lot of noise and was giving Jin Shuhe the middle finger.

"Thank you, this is so kind of you!" The math teacher walked in with her bag.

"Then I'll head back now. Goodbye, teacher." Jin Shuhe nodded and turned to leave.

When he returned to the classroom, the bell rang. After he sat down, Wen Bei tugged at him from behind: "Where have you been? I was just about to ask you to play ball together."

"Help the math teacher deliver the test papers to Class 14." Jin Shuhe had barely finished speaking when the physics teacher walked into the classroom.

"you……"

"Wenbei! Can't you hear the school bell?"

Wen Bei shrank back and fell silent.

After class, Wen Bei asked him, "Why is the math teacher still teaching the humanities class 14?"

"Yes, I'll teach classes 13 and 14."

Jin Shuhe only found out in the last two days that the math in the science class is more difficult than that in the humanities class, and there are fewer math teachers in the senior year, with each math teacher in the science class having to teach two humanities classes.

After the afternoon math class, the math teacher beckoned to Jin Shuhe: "Didn't you want to ask me a question?"

"I made it myself."

"Okay, then come ask me again if you don't understand something next time!"

Jin Shuhe knew that the math teacher taught Class 14, and he wanted to find an opportunity to take a look at the class when everyone was there.

To confirm some things...

That day, when two boys deliberately bumped into him again, Jin Shuhe heard them say, "You dare to walk with Lin Zhuoran?!"

"You've really offended Zhang Mingxiang!"

……

Zhang Mingxiang was a notorious troublemaker in the senior year of high school; even if Jin Shuhe didn't care, he had heard of him.

I saw him in Class 14 today; he's the one in the back row who gave the middle finger.

"Huh? You guys have to work half a day on Saturdays?" Lu Liruan asked, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a bowl of cherry tomatoes in her arms.

Jin Shuhe sent the long-haired carpet to the dry cleaners last weekend. Lu Liruan used to put it in the washing machine and agitate it, and the fibers would become a bit stiff after drying.

"This material needs to be dry cleaned, right, Sister Li Ruan..." Just as Lu Li Ruan was about to stuff the carpet into the washing machine again, Jin Shu He snatched it from her hands.

"Is...is that so? What's the difference?" Lu Liruan muttered, pouting. She felt that as an adult, her many years of life experience, which she had more than Jin Shuhe, were being shaken and challenged.

Then this week, Jin Shuhe brought it back from the dry cleaners, and the moment Lu Liruan touched it, she knew... Jin Shuhe was right.

The fur fluffed up again and was placed on the heated floor. Lu Liruan no longer even liked to sit on the sofa.

"Yes, until 3:30 in the afternoon."

"That's not half a day, it's almost a whole day," Lu Liruan muttered.

She thought Jin Shuhe was too thin, a skinny little boy.

Fortunately, the frame is large enough; otherwise, it would be so thin that it could be blown away by a strong wind.

Lu Liruan hoped she could fatten him up a bit, but now that he's in his senior year of high school, it would be good enough if he didn't lose weight.

This child has a good appetite, but just doesn't gain weight.

Just get through this year...

Lu Liruan felt sorry for him because he was so tired every day, but she absolutely could not say something like, "Relax a little..."

This kid has a lot of drive, so we shouldn't discourage him!

"Then come back on Saturday, and we'll treat you to something nice to make you better!"

Lu Liruan pondered, "What should we eat..."

"Anything is fine with me, Sister Li Ruan, you don't need to worry about it."

"No way! The main thing is... I want to eat some too." Lu Liruan ate a particularly sour cherry tomato, frowned, shoved the bowl of fruit into Jin Shuhe's hand, and went to the refrigerator to rummage for ice cream.

"Sister Li Ruan! Tonight..."

"I'll only eat half a box, the half left over from last time! It'll start to smell like the fridge if I leave it any longer!" Lu Liruan shouted, interrupting him. She quickly grabbed the ice cream and fled back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Liu Jinshuhe ate the remaining half bowl of cherry tomatoes.

There are four classes on Saturday morning. Lunch is at school, and then students study until 3:30 pm. If a parent has a signature, students can leave directly after finishing classes in the morning.

Wenbei's mother signed the papers for him.

"Ugh—it's better to stay at school! You guys have self-study, but I have to go home and catch up on lessons!"

Zhao Jingyi also had to leave at noon; she had tutoring in math and physics in the afternoon.

During the first week at noon, about half of the students left the classroom, making it somewhat deserted.

When Jin Shuhe left the school gate at 3:30, he suddenly realized that this was the first time since he entered his senior year of high school that the sun had not yet set when he left school.

He also realized that he hadn't worked a part-time job after school this semester.

Those days seem like they've been gone for ages.

When Aunt Chun moved away, she asked him about his situation a few days later.

After receiving responses like "Very good," "Don't worry," and "Thank you" from Jin Shuhe each time, Aunt Chun gradually stopped contacting him as much.

Once, Aunt Chun's current... I should say her husband, Jin Shuhe didn't know if they were married.

Through Aunt Chun's phone, she told Jin Shuhe that she hoped he would come over for a meal.

Jin Shuhe refused.

“Your aunt is very worried about you. Your presence at dinner will put her at ease.”

"I'm doing very well now, so I won't bother you and Aunt Chun."

That day, Jin Shuhe could sense that the man really didn't want her to be in his life, and Jin Shuhe didn't take his politeness to heart.

He probably used Aunt Chun's phone on purpose to talk to her so that Aunt Chun could see it... Jin Shuhe thought without any emotion.

When I went back on the first Saturday, Sister Liruan prepared boiled fish and dry pot vegetables, saying that we should relax in the evening.

Pulling Jin Shuhe along, each of them holding three bags of potato chips, they sat on the carpet watching a horror movie.

"Whoosh... Ah!" Jin Shuhe felt a sudden flash beside him.

Turning my head, I saw Sister Li Ruan come to her senses and bury her head in the beanbag chair like an ostrich...

Lu Liruan wasn't really afraid of ghosts, gods, or any kind of exaggerated or frightening talk.

However, the film we chose today was a poor choice. In the second half, the frequent jump scares stepped on Lu Liruan's landmines.

She could tolerate it once or twice, but Lu Liruan was genuinely frightened several times after it happened again.

"Is this over?" Lu Liruan asked.

"ended."

"This part..."

"It's over, Sister Li Ruan."

How much longer is the movie?

"There are still twenty minutes left, should I turn it off?"

"No! Read it all!"

Then, just a few minutes later, Lu Liruan was startled again by the clown killer rushing towards her from around the corner, and plunged headfirst into the hole once more.

Jin Shuhe: ...

This should be the climax of the movie, watching the male and female protagonists on the screen with their mouths wide open, about to let out a huge, terrifying scream.

Jin Shuhe put the bag of potato chips aside, raised his hand, and covered Lu Liruan's ears.

"saved."

Lu Liruan felt that after watching a movie, she had lost a lot of collagen.

The light was turned on, and the chips were flung away; the furthest ones landed near the dining table.

"If Sister Li Ruan is scared, then don't watch it." Why bother, getting so frightened?

"I'm not usually afraid!" Lu Liruan tried to prove herself: "I'm not afraid of ghosts or gods, what I'm afraid of is..."

Lu Liruan stopped herself midway through her sentence.

What she wanted to say was that she was afraid of things related to reality, and this horror film included the theme of murder.

When Jin Shuhe was a child...

"Hmm?" Jin Shuhe hadn't actually thought about it that way. He was watching absentmindedly, and more than watching the movie, he was watching Sister Li Ruan.

It's much more interesting than a movie, yeah.

Whether it was psychological or not, Sister Li Ruan said that she should relax, and when Jin Shuhe went to school on Monday, he did not show any signs of fatigue. He could feel that he was in better condition than before.

"Are you on steroids?" Wen Bei was half-asleep on Monday morning.

"No, I went to bed early yesterday."

"Jin Shuhe..."

Zhao Jingyi entered the classroom, and with a serious and hesitant expression, beckoned to Jin Shuhe: "Come out, I need to talk to you about something."

"What can't I listen to!" Wen Bei shouted, but he was too sleepy and preferred to doze off on the table for a while.

Once outside the classroom, Zhao Jingyi looked around and said, "Zhuoran said he heard that the boys in his class wanted to... wanted to mess with you!" she stammered.

"I'm sorry! We didn't mean to cause you any trouble, but... I don't know how to get Zhuoran to..."

Jin Shuhe was not surprised by her words; he had already made his deduction.

"Did she tell her teachers or parents that she was being bullied?" Jin Shuhe asked directly and calmly.

"No, I tried to persuade her, but she refused no matter what!" Zhao Jingyi was also very anxious.

"Jin Shuhe, I'm sorry..."

"It's alright." Jin Shuhe showed no panic or fear.

Before returning to the classroom, he told Zhao Jingyi, "Remember to call me when you're leaving tonight, and I'll take you to the station."

"You don't need to wait for me today," Jin Shuhe told Wen Bei as she went back.

"No way! If I dawdle a little on the way home, my mom will nag me less! I'll wait for you." Wen Bei sighed.

This week, none of them had their duty roster, so they just followed the crowd and left the school.

Many students took the bus home by themselves, and there were still many students on the way to the station.

This week has been peaceful, nothing has happened.

Jin Shuhe sensed that Lin Zhuoran was somewhat afraid of boys; even when the two of them were talking, she never looked at him.

On Friday evening, as they approached the station, Jin Shuhe asked Lin Zhuoran, "What time are you going home on Saturday?"

"3:30."

"Wait for me at the school gate after school tomorrow. Write down my phone number."

"……it is good."

"Huh? Why?" Wen Bei didn't know what had happened and asked Jin Shuhe after leaving the station.

"I'll talk to you next week," Jin Shuhe said, seeing that it was getting late and she was in a hurry to go home.

The next day, around 3:30 p.m., Teacher He entered the classroom with several deduction slips and scolded the students who had made mistakes.

Just as they were about to announce the end of school, Jin Shuhe's phone screen lit up.

Jin Shuhe answered the phone: "Hello, where are you?"

"I...I'm at the school gate, haven't you come out yet?"

"What's wrong?" Jin Shuhe heard that her voice was trembling with tears. He picked up his schoolbag, paused for a moment, and then put another item from the table into the schoolbag.

"They...they came out with me."

"Who?"

"Zhang Mingxiang and the others... can you hurry up? I'm scared..."

"Stand there and don't move. They won't dare to bully you in a crowded place. I'm going downstairs now."

Jin Shuhe, with his long legs, ran down the stairs in two sections at a time.