Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 22

Wang Bupo hadn’t expected Fu Jing to come find him it caught him completely off guard.

Under the streetlight, Fu Jing’s black coat and messy hair swayed lightly in the wind. The faint glow reflected off his deep, dark eyes, softening the sharp lines of his handsome face. His lips were pressed together, revealing just a hint of emotion as he looked across the street at Wang Bupo through the stream of passing cars.

He stood out effortlessly calm, poised, and impossible to miss.

As the pedestrian light began its final countdown, Wang Bupo crossed the street and stopped beside him.

“You came all the way here?”

The first couple of days after being tormented by Fu Jing, Wang Bupo had always felt awkward facing him.

You couldn’t really blame someone for losing control in the middle of the night, especially when they didn’t even remember it afterward. Bringing it up would just make things weird.

But pretending nothing happened made him feel a bit bitter, too.

He had gone in circles with himself about it before deciding it was best to just blame the pheromones.

Their strong “brotherly bond” would stay intact. This was just a… special period of mutual aid.

Fu Jing’s tone was cool as ever. “Didn’t want you dying on the way back with no one to clean up your body.”

“…It’s not that serious.” Wang Bupo scratched his neck awkwardly. Then, remembering he might need to move into the team dorm soon, he added, “I think I’m getting a lot better now. Maybe we should test it again. I might be able to go two or three days this time without an attack.”

“Did your club confirm your training schedule yet?” Fu Jing asked.

“Yeah, Monday, Wednesday, Friday. But I asked to move into the dorms later. By the way, that boss of mine is seriously amazing. I looked him up online, crazy tournament record, rich, good-looking, gentlemanly. I even saw him driving a blue Bugatti Chiron.”

“You like that kind of guy?” Fu Jing suddenly cut in.

“Huh? Like? No, I just admire him,” Wang Bupo said, blinking in confusion. He had no idea what Fu Jing meant by that.

The car fell silent for a moment.

Fu Jing crossed his arms and glanced at him, then turned to look out the window. After a pause, he murmured, “You don’t need to envy other people.”

But Wang Bupo had just rolled down the window, and the rush of wind swallowed the words.

“What was that?” he asked, brushing back his wind-blown hair.

Fu Jing’s lips tightened. “Nothing.”

The driver turned the corner. “We’re here.”

“Hey, Fu Jing,” Wang Bupo said as he got out of the car, suddenly remembering something. He slung an arm over Fu Jing’s shoulder. “How about a deal? You said you wanted to start investing in stocks, right? I’ll put up the money, you handle the investing, and we split the profits fifty-fifty. I’m not in a rush to pay off my debts anyway.”

He’d been thinking about what to do with the prize money he’d recently won. Paying off everything at once would just make him broke again, so investing seemed smarter.

Fu Jing stopped walking, his sharp eyes locking on Wang Bupo’s. “You trust me that much? Not afraid I’ll lose it all?”

Wang Bupo pursed his lips, pretending to think deeply before replying, “My dad always said investing involves risk, it’s part luck, part talent. I’ve got no talent, sure, but this isn’t a direct investment. I’m investing in you, your instincts, your judgment.”

He paused dramatically, smirking. “Honestly, getting the chance to invest in a bona fide business prodigy from the Fu family? That’s a deal anyone would kill for. So, what do you say? You probably don’t have the funds right now anyway. Want to partner up?”

Fu Jing raised a brow, a small, amused glint flickering in his eyes.

With their deal settled, Wang Bupo dropped his arm and hummed a tune as they walked back toward the apartment.

“Oh, by the way,” Wang Bupo said once they stepped inside. “Can outsiders enter your university?”

“It depends. Why?” Fu Jing asked.

“I just want to test how long I can stay away from you,” Wang Bupo said matter-of-factly. “I mean, today I’ve been away since eight this morning, no symptoms at all. I’ll stay in my room tonight and see how long I can last this time. Last test, I made it ten hours.”

His brown eyes curved playfully as he grinned, voice teasing:

“After all, these past few days we’ve been sleeping in the same bed, holding hands, hugging, and, well… marking’s been pretty frequent…”

He trailed off, realizing how that sounded, and coughed lightly. “Ahem. Anyway, gotta test it properly. So, if I relapse during the day, I’ll come find you at school.”

Fu Jing took out a blue student ID card. “Here. With this, you can enter through the west gate — no facial scan needed.”

“Damn, this is handy. But if I take it, what about you?”

“I use the main gate  facial recognition.”

“Perfect! I’ve never been inside a top university before. Guess I can check that off my bucket list,” Wang Bupo grinned, eyes curving. Then he gave Fu Jing a mischievous look. “So, how should I thank you, huh?”

Fu Jing quickly held him back by the head before he could lean in.

Wang Bupo pouted. “What? Come on, let me kiss you!”

“Don’t mess with me,” Fu Jing said flatly, pushing him away. “I’m still in heat.”

Wang Bupo froze.

Right. Fu Jing’s susceptible period. If he lost control again tonight… would he end up banging on his door in the middle of the night? Or would he be the one who couldn’t take it and went to find Fu Jing, only to get manhandled again?

Just thinking about it made his legs ache. His thighs were still covered in band-aids, and walking hurt a little.

These past few nights of being kept up till dawn had left him exhausted, while Fu Jing, somehow, was still walking around like nothing had happened, calm, cool, and perfectly fine.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he got. Glaring at Fu Jing’s retreating, he stomped into his room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Fu Jing exhaled quietly, rubbing his temples. He took out a suppressant and injected it into his arm.

Luckily, there weren’t many side effects. Still, every time he spent too long around Wang Bupo, his body heated up, and his emotions grew restless. His heat period seemed to demand a much stronger dose than most people’s.

Meanwhile, completely unaware of what Fu Jing was going through, Wang Bupo turned on his computer.

As soon as he logged in, a team-up invite popped up from [StrawberryBearCookies].

He’d declined a bunch of invites before due to the competition, but now that things had calmed down, he decided to accept.

To be fair, that “StrawberryBearCookies” was pretty persistent she’d send him an invite every time she saw him online, and even when rejected, she’d stay to watch his matches instead of leaving.

She must’ve been totally mesmerized by his flawless gameplay.

He shrugged. He was bored anyway. Carrying a newbie wasn’t a big deal, just another day in the life of Wang Bupo.