Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

As he moved toward the center, the thin, gauzy mist was gradually blown away by the wind. The bright sunlight was sweet and warm, like a gentle hand, gently brushing against the youth’s slightly hot cheeks.

Guan Heng stood outside the gates of Xie Ziyou’s courtyard and gave a smile.

His wandering was still so cute.

The morning wind was like wine, blowing in his face. Every breath contained an intoxicating sweetness. The undercurrent in Guan Heng’s heart was turbulent. A series of bubbles floated to the surface of the water and exploded, creating a sweet splash.

It was called happiness.

The youth’s eyebrows curved as he happily raised his hand. His fingertips touched the seal on the courtyard door. Just as he was about to do the same thing and drill in again, when a faint gray cyclone appeared on his fingertips, Guan Heng looked at the barrier in front of him that was once again rippling. After thinking for a moment, his profound energy quietly quieted down and the wind around him weakened slightly.

No, this wasn’t good.

If he went in again, he would probably be thrown out by the still angry wandering wandering.

He might as well make some other preparations — — Wandering liked to drink his own soup, so why didn’t he make a bowl of it?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Guan Heng’s mind. The youth’s slender index finger pressed against the rippling seal. His eyes grew brighter and brighter, his obsidian-like pupils overflowing with light.

The feeling of washing hands and making soup for his lover was completely different from the feeling he had in Luo Ling when they only had a vague feeling of affection for each other. Just imagining that scene — — Wandering’s cheeks were rosy, his hands were whiter than porcelain glaze, he held up the exquisite porcelain soup bowl, opened his red lips, and swallowed the fish soup he had carefully made, his eyebrows arched in satisfaction and contentment — — —

Guan Heng’s expression was dazed, his heart quietly filled with an unusually rich sense of joy.

The finger that touched the seal trembled slightly, and then he quietly withdrew it.

It was decided so happily!

Today, I’ll eat fish!

Guan Heng turned around with a face full of happiness. His feet were as light as a feather, as if he had mastered the unique levitation ability of the seventh step — every step he took was like stepping on cotton, and the next step he took would be able to take off.

But … where would there be fish in the Central Academy?

After pondering for a moment, the youth realized that ever since he stepped into the Central Academy, he had only seen fish last night, in the pond of Wandering’s courtyard.

The beautiful golden-red koi leaped out of the water, splashing water like starlight under the moonlight. They were nimble, plump, and tender. They had been nourished by the profound energy all year round, and their eyes were even more lively than ordinary fish …

Stop, stop!

This thought was too dangerous, Wandering would cry if he knew the truth!

The warm sunlight shone on his body, so comfortable that it almost made him close his eyes.

Guan Heng squinted his eyes, his thoughts flying.

But when he took a few steps and turned into another courtyard not far away, a black shadow suddenly leapt out from the side of the road, pouncing forward like an arrow leaving the bow, straight at Guan Heng.

Guan Heng’s mind, which was full of beautiful thoughts, suddenly turned cold. In an instant, he regained his calmness. His instinctive battle instincts, which he had learned from fighting in the wilderness, instantly made him assume a strong defensive stance. His right leg swept backwards, kicking up a cloud of dust. At the same time, his five fingers were as sharp as blades, blocking in front of him!

But the black shadow suddenly stopped in front of him.

Just one step away.

The newcomer had messy short hair, a brown brocade robe embroidered with a low-key, luxurious dark gold pattern, and a pair of leather boots on his feet. The surface of the boots glowed with a sturdy and dark luster, obviously made of the best profound beast hide.

The leather boots were covered in dewdrops, and the edges of the brocade robe were also wet from the night’s dew.

Wu Zhengying blinked his red, swollen eyes. The heavy bags under his eyes, which hadn’t slept all night, made him look haggard. He bit his lips helplessly, lowered his head, and saluted Guan Heng.

“Guan Heng … Big Brother!”

Guan Heng: “…?”

The youth’s hand blade that sliced through the wind suddenly stopped, hanging awkwardly in midair.

Guan Heng’s brows gradually furrowed.

This guy … had he lost his mind?

“Look up, I’m not your big brother.” Guan Heng said indifferently, “Look for your big brother. Turn around, go straight, turn left, and ask anyone — don’t ask me.”

He didn’t have a good impression of these two brothers.

Wu Cong, a rival in love, naturally didn’t need to be said. And this kid in front of him could be said to be the main culprit behind the misunderstanding between him and You You. If he hadn’t insisted on taking the bracelet, he wouldn’t have blown things up so badly that You You wouldn’t have had to deal with it.

Guan Heng was in a rare good mood. He didn’t want to waste time entangling with Wu Zhengying. He immediately stepped sideways, brushing past the youth.

— But a hand tugged at his sleeve.

Wu Zhengying, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, said pitifully, “Big Brother, can I be your little brother? Please teach me how to become stronger, how to … attract my big brother’s attention … ”

The second half of the youth’s sentence grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. His thick eyebrows creased dispiritedly, his bright eyes filled with disappointment and defeat.

He hung his head dejectedly for a moment. His right hand reached into his bosom, fumbled around for a while, and took out a few thin booklets.

“How Geniuses Are Cultivated”, “Dou Xuan Continent”, “Guan Qing Tian Qiong”.

His messy hair was wet from the dew, stained with sweat, and stuck to Wu Zhengying’s forehead. The youth awkwardly clenched the booklets. He lowered his head and stammered, “Big Brother Guan, teach me how to become stronger! I — — I can be your teacher! ”

When he said the word “teacher”, the youth suddenly raised his head and met Guan Heng’s dazed gaze. His pitch-black pupils glowed with a bright light, brimming with longing.

Guan Heng: “…”

Guan Heng felt a toothache.

He furrowed his brows and carefully examined the youth standing respectfully in front of him. He eliminated the first thought that came to his mind, “This is a conspiracy”.

Wu Zhengying’s dispirited and confused demeanor did not seem to be faking it.

But … …

“You don’t think that what’s written in this book is true, do you?”

Guan Heng said helplessly.

“… … Isn’t it true?”

Wu Zhengying raised his head in shock.

Guan Heng felt extremely helpless, but also somewhat amused.

He shook his head and sighed. He raised his right index finger and middle finger and lightly tapped the back of Wu Zhengying’s hand that was holding onto his sleeve.

The back of his hand hurt. Wu Zhengying let out a “hiss” sound and released Guan Heng’s sleeve. But he still didn’t give up. His watery eyes didn’t blink as he stared at Guan Heng with the red rims of his eyes.

… … There’s actually such a simple person in the world.

Guan Heng thought to himself, Zhao Youcai, that guy is already a rare genius, but this guy in front of him is like the one before him. Is he trying to use the word “naive” to the extreme, taking advantage of the enemy’s compassion?

“Let’s not talk about whether the story in the book is true or not,” Guan Heng said helplessly. “Even if I really have the ability to teach you a skill, how are you going to attract your brother’s attention?”

“Beat him up?”

Wu Zhengying nodded seriously.

From the moment he was born, he had always stood in the shadows, watching the tall and slender young man walk further and further away. From the good older brother who would play with him when he was young, he became a gloomy and aloof elder brother who would always leave him with only a cold back view.

The young man tried to find a way to attract his elder brother’s attention. He worked hard to cultivate, trying to surpass his elder brother’s achievements, hoping that the indifferent gaze would linger on him — — but he failed.

He failed.

His talent wasn’t bad, but it was still not as good as his elder brother. No matter how much effort he put in, he would only be able to follow in that person’s footsteps and repeat the path he had walked … … a part of it.

A part of it.

As for the other part of the profound and dangerous, the young man burning the ointment and inheriting the sundial, he was still far from it.

Was his talent limited?

That’s good.

He went to find more talented people. In front of him was a living example of “from a good-for-nothing to a comeback”. He put down all his pride and begged his elder brother to teach him something, something that even if his talent was mediocre, he could still challenge a genius.

Why did his elder brother pay so much attention to Guan Heng?

Wasn’t it because Guan Heng had once fought him to a draw?

That’s right, this guy was even flirting with that flat-chested girl from the Xie family in front of his elder brother. This was probably the only time his elder brother had ever lost to someone else in a fight for something … …

“I want to beat him.”

Wu Zhengying’s nose twitched, his voice choked.

“If I can beat him, he will pay attention to me.”

Hearing the young man’s almost angry tone, Guan Heng’s eyelids twitched.

He crossed his arms and leaned his back against the gray tiled wall. In his mind, he simulated the scene of Wu Zhengying punching his elder brother. He calculated Wu Cong’s possible reaction. After a long silence, he revealed a look of disapproval.

“Although from the perspective of my personal grudge, I fully support your decision and wish that you could immediately skip a level and break through, pressing that guy to the ground and fiercely rubbing him — but …”

Guan Heng slowly organized his words. He crossed his index fingers and made an “error” gesture.

He said, “Do you really think that Wu Cong paying attention to you like he does to me is a good change?”

The sky was quiet and the leaves rustled.

Wu Zhengying stared blankly with a pair of large eyes and a blank expression. The sunlight shone through the dense foliage and cast a mottled glow on the young man’s face. With a careless sweep, he looked like he was pockmarked.

The expression on his face revealed a single sentence, “Isn’t that so?”

Guan Heng: “…”

Ah, enough.

“I’m half an enemy with him,” Guan Heng said earnestly. “With your brother’s narrow-mindedness, can you tolerate a younger brother who’s been following behind you surpassing him?”

“If you really become very strong, you’ll break all ties with him — he probably doesn’t even want to look at you, because every moment you appear is a denial of his ability.”

Wu Zhengying was stunned for a moment. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out. “Then, then what should we do?”

“Should I continue to fawn over him? Like how my younger brother fawns over me? ”

Guan Heng pursed his lips and shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly. “Bootlickers have no future. Just look at yourself — are you very friendly to flattering your younger brother? Brother and brother are respectful? ”

“…”

Wu Zhengying’s expression crumbled bit by bit. His eyelids drooped weakly. His entire body seemed to have its tendons removed from his spine, and he squatted on the ground.

“Then what should I do?”

The young man’s eyes glistened with tears. His tears hung at the corners of his eyes. Finally, as his black eyelashes trembled violently, they turned into two clear streams of water that covered his cheeks.

He was helpless and pitiful, like a lamb that had suddenly lost its way.

Guan Heng leaned against the wall at the side, listening to the sobbing in his ears. He closed his eyes slightly.

A faint trace of reluctance rose in his heart.

Caring for someone who didn’t care about him was a very cruel thing.

Fortunately, fortunately, he and You You were in love. Fortunately, what they had between them was love and not a brotherly friendship. Otherwise, when he was in Wu Zhengying’s position now, and You You didn’t say anything to him, what would he do?

Would he squat at at the intersection and cry helplessly?

“… No,” Guan Heng said in a low voice. “You can’t do this.”

He took two steps forward, leaned down slightly, and patted Wu Zhengying’s shoulder comfortingly.

“If you’re determined to do this, go ahead and do it. Do your best to be good to him. It doesn’t matter if you pester him to death. You have to let him see you every day. He has to be familiar with your voice and aura. He has to be familiar with every aspect of his life.”

Wu Zhengying rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffed. “Isn’t that what you call a bootlicker?”

“Do you have to lick him to the end?”

Guan Heng said helplessly, “Anyway, let him familiarize himself with your existence first. Then, when you realize that you’re tired and don’t want to continue this life, you can choose to leave.”

Wu Zhengying whispered, “But Brother Cong and I are already very familiar with each other.”

“… Then leave now!”

“I don’t.”

At the mention of “leave,” the youth’s expression suddenly changed. He bit his lower lip and shook his head repeatedly. He said firmly, “I’m not leaving.”

“If I leave, I won’t have the chance to get close to Brother Cong again. Brother Cong will have a new lackey — do you know how many people want to be Brother Cong’s lackey?”

The relationships in large families were intricate and complicated. Wu Cong was the most outstanding junior in the family and the future patriarch candidate of the Wu family. In Wu Zhengying’s eyes, being able to call Wu Cong, who was completely unrelated by blood, “brother” was an extremely precious opportunity.

He couldn’t give up.

The youth’s face was still covered in unwiped tears. Under the sunlight, they glowed brightly. The tears stuck to his eyelashes, creating dark circles under his eyes.

Guan Heng sighed lightly.

He squatted down and said softly, “Wu Zhengying, have you looked in the mirror?”

Wu Zhengying didn’t understand and nodded blankly.

“Then do you like yourself in the mirror?”

“Uh …”

The youth didn’t know how to answer for a moment. He thought in distress, Looking in the mirror is just looking in the mirror. What’s there to like or dislike?

Guan Heng said earnestly, “Look, you never pay attention to yourself in the mirror. It’s like no one cares about your own shadow.”

“You have a similar hairstyle to Wu Cong and you wear the same color. You retrace the path he took and follow his footsteps. You are completely shrouded in his shadow — how do you want him to see you?”

“If you want to be remembered, you first have to be yourself, not little Wu Cong, but Wu Zhengying.”

Wu Zhengying seemed to understand.

He raised his head slightly. The breeze brushed past the youth’s tied up hair. The platanus trees in the corner were lush and luxuriant, their palm-sized leaves turning yellow. Under the sunlight, they were a brilliant pale gold. As the breeze blew, the trees left faint shadows on their shoulders and cheeks.

“Caring about a person is not a mistake, and it’s not some shameful thing,” Guan Heng said softly. His clear voice drifted gently with the wind. “There’s no need to lower yourself to the dust and be covered in mud. Why don’t you go and speak to him openly? ”

Finished speaking, Guan Heng stood up, brushed the dust off the hem of his clothes, and walked straight ahead.

He remembered that when the weather was clear, he had once seen a mirror-like reflection halfway up the mountain at the back of the mountain. Now, it might be a lake.

There should be some wild fish in the lake, right?

Behind him, Wu Zhengying, who was squatting on the ground, frowned. Many complicated emotions flashed through the youth’s eyes. Finally, they slowly settled down, leaving behind only a determination to burn the boat.

The youth bit his lip, raised his hand, and wiped his face.

After wiping away his tears, he was once again full of energy. He jumped up from the ground and shouted at Guan Heng from afar, “Thank you!”

“No need to thank me.”

Guan Heng waved at him from afar, his eyebrows slightly raised. He smiled. “If you could pester that guy a little longer, he wouldn’t have the time to bother me and You You. I’m helping myself.”

Wu Zhengying said sincerely, “Thank you for being willing to disregard the past and tell me this.”

“Also, back in Luo Ridge, I was the one who made trouble for you … I’m sorry!”

“No need for apologies.”

Guan Heng’s elegant figure disappeared from the corner of the street, leaving behind only the fluttering hem of his clothes and a mocking laugh.

“Didn’t you help me pluck the Sly Butterfly Orchid? Two hundred plants, that’s a big deal — didn’t your brother scold you? ”

His hearty laughter drifted in the wind. The leaves of the parasol tree rustled, and tiny brown fluff balls gently bumped against each other. A gust of wind blew past, and the fluff fluff fluttered in the direction of the sunlight, like a strange rain.

Wu Zhengying stood where she was, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but smile, revealing her clean white teeth.

The youth’s eyes glowed with gratitude. He crossed his hands and bowed deeply in the direction where Guan Heng had disappeared to at the corner of the street.

…

At the same time, in a quiet little courtyard several hundred meters away, Xie Ziyou angrily hugged his arms and leaned against the wall. His long, inky hair flowed down the front of his robe and draped over his shoulders. The ends of his hair swept across the rough stone wall.

He waited for a long time, but Guan Heng didn’t manage to break the seal again and enter the little courtyard.

Ah ah ah, bastard!

He had chased that guy out just out of shame and anger. He didn’t want to really let him go!

This person … isn’t his EQ very high? Why can’t he see through his own feelings at this critical moment?

Xie Ziyou bit down on his lower lip. His exquisite peach blossom eyes were filled with confusion. For the umpteenth time, he reached his hand towards the array formation hub in the center of the courtyard. His fair and slender fingers gripped the valve made of deep sea ebony, hesitating whether or not he should release the seal, hinting for Guan Heng to hurry back.

Or perhaps he should go out and look for him?

… That’s right, that’s right.

Their relationship had always been driven by Guan Heng’s efforts. Perhaps he had been a little too reserved.

Xie Ziyou slowly withdrew his hand from the hub, his fingertips gripping the ends of his sleeves. He furrowed his beautiful eyebrows, his eyes filled with a myriad of thoughts.

He should be more enthusiastic towards Guan Heng. He shouldn’t disappoint his lover …

The time to hesitate was long, but the time to make a decision was short.

After the thought of going out and looking for him appeared, Xie Ziyou quickly suppressed all distracting thoughts. He immediately turned around. He didn’t even want to go to the courtyard door that was slightly further away. His fair and tender palms lightly patted the gray stone wall. His entire body leaped up gracefully, his long sleeves fluttering in the wind like a swallow made of ice and snow.

However, the moment Xie Ziyou leaped onto the wall, the formation outside the courtyard quietly trembled. Water-like patterns appeared in the air, rippling with ripples, accompanied by a crisp buzzing sound.

This was the normal way to activate the formation. It was suitable for visitors, and it could inform the people in the courtyard that a guest had come to visit.

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly, but his eyes lit up.

Guan Heng had been outside for so long. Could it be that he was studying the normal usage of the formation?

Really, what’s the point of delaying? Can’t you ask yourself? Besides, the method of simulating one’s aura was obviously more convenient. He was just talking about it. Why would he really be angry …

The corners of his mouth secretly curled up in a smile. Stepping on the void, Xie Ziyou hurried out of the courtyard door impatiently. “Guan —”

The person standing silently outside the door slowly turned around.

Wearing an azure robe with silver stripes, he stood tall and handsome. His slightly long black hair was slightly disheveled, and the corners of his clothes were stained with light brown mud. He looked like he had just walked through a long, rugged mountain path.

“Junior Sister.”

Wu Cong called out faintly. At the same time, he smiled and extended his hand to Xie Ziyou.