Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 5

It was past ten in the evening when Fu Jing returned from night study. He found Wang Bupo already lying in bed, having finished his shower early.

“You’re back.”

Wang Bupo said it without looking at him, eyes half-closed and staring at the ceiling.

If you wanted to describe his state right now, it was like a withered flower, drooping like a limp blade of grass.

“Mm.”

Fu Jing frowned but didn’t comment. It wasn’t until he finished showering and saw Wang Bupo asleep with eyes closed that he even spoke.

Fu Jing had no idea what Wang Bupo had done all day. Normally full of energy, he now looked completely deflated.

It was Friday night.

Wang Bupo was wearing a T-shirt that barely reached below his chest, paired with those tight little shorts again.

Large patches of fair, smooth skin were exposed. A silver chain dangled from his slender waist, threading down along his abs into the shorts, and a small pearl hung from his navel.

His phone was propped up in front of him, recording.

“Damn, why is this so hard to do!”

Click-clack—the old wooden door creaked open behind him.

Startled, Wang Bupo jumped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over himself, eyes wide. “Sh1t! You’re back! You scared me!”

“What are you doing?!”

Fu Jing had left the night study early and didn’t expect to see Wang Bupo lying there, awkwardly trying to cover himself.

His brows knitted tightly, eyes glancing between the phone on the table and Wang Bupo on the bed.

“Nothing!” Wang Bupo forced a smile, trying to cover up.

Fu Jing dropped his backpack and moved to grab the phone. Wang Bupo panicked, leaping off the bed to snatch it back.

But Fu Jing was absurdly strong. He pinned Wang Bupo to the table, forced both his hands behind his back, and still had a free hand to check the phone.

Wang Bupo lay face down, back to Fu Jing. One of Fu Jing’s legs was pressed between his legs, immobilizing him completely.

The video on the phone was blurry, the effects distorted, but it still revealed the tall, lean figure, the slim waist, the curvy hips, and the long legs of the person in front of the camera.

The twisted position, however, completely ruined the aesthetic.

“Of all the decent jobs you could do, you pick this? You really disgust me!”

Goosebumps rose on Fu Jing’s arms as he yanked his hands from Wang Bupo’s back and bounced several meters away, his tone full of disdain.

“I didn’t even show much! How’s that disgusting?” Wang Bupo protested, neck stiff.

“Didn’t show much? What else were you planning to show?” Fu Jing’s eyes were full of contempt. His voice was mocking. “Oh, right, I forgot, you’re an exhibitionist.”

“I’m not! Besides, I’m a grown man, what’s wrong with showing a bit of skin? Damn it, if I hadn’t tried this part-time job, tiring, poorly paid, who the hell would ever want to try this?”

Wang Bupo spoke confidently, but his drooping, puppy-like eyes betrayed a hint of grievance.

Fu Jing paused, watching Wang Bupo’s pitiful little-dog expression. “What did you do these past few days?”

“I… at first, I took a part-time job. Damn, it was exhausting. You wouldn’t believe how tiring it was eight or nine hours in a heavy mascot costume, barely any breaks. Only 100 yuan a day.

Then I couldn’t take it anymore after two days, so I went to a cake shop as a taster for 80 yuan a day. Eating sweets full of cheap cream and flavoring made me feel sick all day, so I quit after one day…

Then I thought I’d try something longer-term, a job with meals included. But no connections, no education, no background, I could only be a waiter. Being a waiter is tough, but 200 yuan a day, much better than the previous two jobs…

So I thought, okay, I’ll do it. But today, only the second day, some idiot said something to me. I slapped him in the heat of the moment, and the manager fired me. At least he still paid me the 200 yuan.”

Once Wang Bupo started, he couldn’t stop. His words poured out like a flood, dramatic, exaggerating, rattling off like a one-man stand-up show.

“…What exactly did he say?”

Wang Bupo took a sip of water, coughing slightly as he extended a finger in anger.

“He said I looked like I could take anything! Damn it! His whole family! The whole goddamn line of ancestors and descendants!”

He cursed the man and all his ancestors and descendants, like a feral little dog baring its teeth.

Fu Jing’s lips twitched.

After finishing, Wang Bupo let out a heavy sigh. “You tell me, am I unlucky or what?”

To an ordinary person, these past few days might have been trivial.

But for Wang Bupo, formerly a rich second-generation heir, surviving without going insane was already an achievement.

He had thought he’d never, ever be a borderline streamer, only to be defeated by reality, slapping himself in the face.

And just as he was about to feel despair, Fu Jing crushed the thought before it could grow.

“You do this, and the online insults are worse than what that guy said today.”

“But online, no one knows me. Who dares harass me? I can curse their ancestors and then report and block them,” Wang Bupo said, smirking.

“Do you really want to degrade yourself like this? I truly look down on you,” Fu Jing said, a mix of anger and amusement.

“Sigh, I just tried tonight. I haven’t even done it properly. I won’t do it again, okay?”

Wang Bupo had only just started recording when Fu Jing came back. His courage to even try the borderline streaming vanished immediately.

If it weren’t for necessity, who’d want to do that? And yet, despite being despised, he endured truly commendably.

“Give me back the phone.” Wang Bupo reached for it.

The phone was still playing the 30-second clip he had recorded.

Fu Jing almost tossed it back like a hot potato, frowning like a grumpy old man. “Go change your clothes.”

Wang Bupo, now resigned, took the phone, deleted the video, and decided to shower and change.

That night, both went to bed early.

Unable to sleep, Wang Bupo’s mouth couldn’t stay still, always finding something to say first.

“How’s your dorm application going?”

“Not this semester. I’ll have to apply before the next semester starts.”

“Have you found anything at school to do?”

“Yes, work-study, three thousand a month.”

Adding the original one-thousand-yuan poverty allowance, he had four thousand, but his tuition wasn’t fully covered, he had a student loan to repay after graduation. He didn’t tell Wang Bupo this.

“Only three thousand…” Wang Bupo’s voice was pitiful. “I was counting on you to help me pay my debt. What if I can’t repay a million in a year? Will I get beaten to death?”

“No, if you die, no one gets the money. But the longer you delay, the more debt piles up. If it keeps growing, you might spend your whole life paying it off…”

Fu Jing’s tone was light, but his words were chilling.

“Pfft! I’ll definitely pay it all back!” Wang Bupo said, glaring, then turned over with his back to him.

From now on, if Fu Jing said another word, he’d be a dog.

After a long while, Fu Jing suddenly asked, “Don’t you have anything you’re really good at?”

“Uh—good at…”

Playing games counts, right?

Wang Bupo mumbled sleepily, too tired to finish his thought, and soon drifted off.