Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 4

Helping Fu Jing with his laundry was awkward enough without having to step on it with his feet, so Wang Bu Po decided he’d just use his hands to scrub a bit and be done with it.

But when he started scrubbing Fu Jing’s underwear, Fu Jing suddenly snatched the basin from him, looking a little awkward.

“I got this. I learned how to do it.”

“Oh, alright. Then you can hang it yourself later.” Wang Bu Po, feeling a bit lazy, immediately dropped it.

Fu Jing didn’t just learn he did it better than Wang Bu Po, at least he didn’t hang wet clothes without wringing them out first.

But Wang Bu Po hadn’t expected that as soon as Fu Jing finished hanging the clothes and went back, he himself would put on his slim-fitting shorts.

Seeing the hesitant look on Fu Jing’s face, Wang Bu Po waved his hand helplessly.

“Those shorts are wet. I’ll just wear these instead. No need to get another pair and wash more clothes. I see your clothes are wet too, so I’d say just leave them overnight and wear them tomorrow.”

Fu Jing paused, realizing laundry was tiring and didn’t argue further.

And so the two of them ended up, one shirtless, the other showing off long legs, squeezed together on a one-and-a-half-meter-wide bed.

As Fu Jing lay down, Wang Bu Po suddenly remembered something.

“Hey, aren’t you starting university soon? Can you apply for dorms or something? It’s kind of cramped for two guys to share this bed. If you can stay on campus, we won’t have to squeeze together.”

“I just checked. I had withdrawn from the dorm before, so I’m not sure if I can reapply. I’ll ask tomorrow.”

“Is your school close? Did you check the route?”

“Not far. Three subway stops.”

“Tomorrow’s Monday did you set an alarm?”

“Mm.”

“Were your grades good before?”

“Decent.”

“What about scholarships at your school?”

Fu Jing turned his head, lifting his thin eyelids. His dark eyes stared straight at Wang Bu Po.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m just concerned, trying to make sure you study properly.” Wang Bu Po felt a little guilty under that gaze and quickly looked away.

“Take care of yourself first,” Fu Jing said, and with a click, he turned off the bedside lamp.

The room went completely dark.

Neither spoke; only their breathing filled the silence.

In a strange place, on a cold, hard bed, with someone else beside them, neither could fall asleep immediately.

Quiet moments always triggered memories.

“Cousin, I just wrote a new book! Do you want to read it?” Zhou Tingting excitedly ran to share it with Wang Bu Po.

“What is it this time? Some weird thing again?”

Wang Bu Po was always baffled by his cousin’s strange hobby writing stories about two men together, and then eagerly sharing them. As a straight guy, he always got goosebumps and politely refused.

“Come on, it’s really interesting! This time, the characters are a pure-hearted university student and a messy streamer. Plus, I added a unique ABO setting male student is an alpha, streamer is an omega. Sounds good, right?”

“I’m not listening. Go tell someone else.”

“Hmph, refusing again? Fine, I’ll make you the messy little streamer!”

“Do whatever you want. Just don’t bother me, alright? Go, go…”

“…”

“Damn!” Wang Bu Po suddenly opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Fu Jing was startled by the sudden exclamation.

“I just realized why our identities feel so familiar in this world it’s a book my cousin wrote!”

Wang Bu Po recounted everything to Fu Jing, every detail.

“So your cousin wrote you into the book, and somehow I got dragged into it too?”

“Probably when the wall fell, we were together.”

“Well, you really are my ‘lucky star’.”

“Fu Jing, tell me.”

“What?”

“Did we… really die in that world? Can we never go back?” Wang Bu Po sighed.

Fu Jing remained silent.

“But what worries me more now…” Wang Bu Po turned toward Fu Jing in the darkness.

“You’re not the old Fu Jing. Tomorrow at school, if anyone notices, they might think you’re insane and call the authorities, right?”

“I’m not as dumb as you.”

“…You’re dumb! Your whole family is dumb!” Wang Bu Po retorted.

“Don’t forget, we’re on the same household registration now.”

“So,” Wang Bu Po started, but Fu Jing cut him off.

“Shut up. Sleep.”

It seemed Fu Jing didn’t want to debate pointless things.

“Alright,” Wang Bu Po replied dryly, wisely keeping silent.

Maybe he was really just tired he fell asleep quickly.

Fu Jing didn’t expect Wang Bu Po to sleep so obediently. Unlike his usual careless, jumpy self, he stayed still.

Fu Jing, however, tossed and turned for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

The next day, when Wang Bu Po woke, Fu Jing was already gone.

He planned to grab breakfast and look for some work to earn money he wasn’t going back to being that messy streamer.

The vague, heavily-filtered videos on his phone made him shiver, but thankfully, he had deleted them.

Their rented apartment was on the fifth floor of an old complex crumbling plaster walls, concrete staircases, worn wooden railings, rusted iron fences, green-checkered windows typical of the grandparents’ generation in the ’80s.

At least the area was lively; outside the complex, a bustling street awaited.

Wang Bu Po wasn’t yet accustomed to being poor in this world.

Seeing a fancy restaurant in a mall, he instinctively walked in.

Then he remembered his WeChat balance was only 250.

Even the cheapest breakfast was seventy or eighty yuan.

“Sir, may I take your order?” The waiter asked after a long pause.

Embarrassed, Wang Bu Po muttered, “This place doesn’t suit my taste. I’ll try somewhere else.”

He left the mall and grabbed a simple breakfast of fried dough sticks and soy milk, eating it on the street.

Apart from the weird ABO settings, life in this world was largely similar to his old one.

He needed a daily-paid job to start saving money. The one-million-yuan debt had a repayment deadline of a year.

He had to earn one million within the year and survive hunger, thirst, cold, and exhaustion.

But where could he find a daily-paid job suitable for him here?