Transmigrated into a Heartthrob Novel and Went OOC Chapter 87

Chapter 87 

Fang Chaozhou silently picked up the dried fruits and stuffed them into his mouth, suppressing his shock. After holding back the shock for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he forced himself to focus and read the paper again. Then, he began to write on another piece of paper.

As long as he didn’t reveal it, no one would know that he was the one writing this fanfiction, especially since he used a disguise.

Having set the main characters and the general storyline, Fang Chaozhou only needed to fill in the plot. Since “Fang Chaozhou” in his writing was a disciple of the Tian Shui Sect, and “Li Zhu” was the young master of the Abyssal Soul Gate, their encounter had to be dramatic.

Although Fang Chaozhou wasn’t sure about the specific preferences of the sponsor behind this fanfiction, based on the information given, they surely enjoyed melodramatic stories. So, he decided to go all out with the melodrama.

Fang Chaozhou quickly brushed his pen, setting the initial meeting at an inn. “Fang Chaozhou” would be bathing when “Li Zhu” was being chased by someone and sought refuge in “Fang Chaozhou’s” room. In a moment of carelessness…

Fang Chaozhou paused for a moment and reminded himself that the “Fang Chaozhou” in his writing was just a character with the same name as him. After a bit of mental preparation, he resumed writing, and this time, inspiration flowed, and his pen moved swiftly, outlining the story.

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He had become so engrossed in writing, and the chicken was equally engrossed in reading the manuscript that both Fang Chaozhou and the chicken forgot about Xue Danrong.

“Big Brother Fang, what are you writing?” Yao Yucheng’s sudden voice startled Fang Chaozhou, who immediately stashed his work into his storage ring and turned to see Yao Yucheng, whose face was full of springtime cheer.

“Nothing, just reviewing some things I’ve recently learned,” Fang Chaozhou lied without changing his expression. “You’re not practicing today?”

“I took half a day off today, so I came to hang out with Big Brother Fang,” Yao Yucheng said, looking around. “By the way, where’s that little sparrow of yours?”

“It’s changing its clothes,” Fang Chaozhou said.

Yao Yucheng raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. “I know ‘changing clothes’ is a euphemism for going to the restroom, but does it need to avoid you while doing that?”

Fang Chaozhou thought for a moment and changed his phrasing, “It’s just using the restroom.”

Yao Yucheng seemed even more confused. “I know it’s a euphemism, but does it really have to avoid you?”

“The child is getting older and values its privacy, you know? You also wouldn’t want to be seen while using the restroom, right?” Fang Chaozhou explained.

Yao Yucheng wore a perplexed expression, as if trying to comprehend what Fang Chaozhou meant, but he couldn’t find the right words to say. Seeing this, Fang Chaozhou took the initiative to change the topic, “Let’s not talk about it. By the way, do you want some dried fruits?”

As he prepared to take out the dried fruits he had received earlier, Yao Yucheng stopped him, “No need, Big Brother Fang. I have plenty of them.” Yao Yucheng paused and then lowered his head, a smile appearing on his lips. “Actually, there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you. I don’t have anyone to confide in right now, so I don’t dare to tell anyone else.”

He expected Fang Chaozhou to show curiosity and ask him what it was, but instead, he received a simple response, “Oh.”

The smile at the corner of Yao Yucheng’s lips froze for a moment, and he turned to look at Fang Chaozhou. “Aren’t you curious, Big Brother Fang?”

Fang Chaozhou carefully considered Yao Yucheng’s question, “If you had started telling me, I’d probably be curious, but since you haven’t said anything yet, I’m not curious. If you want to share it, you’ll tell me. If you don’t want to share it, I can ask you, and you still won’t tell me.”

Yao Yucheng thought seriously for a moment and said, “I want to tell you.”

“Then go ahead,” Fang Chaozhou replied.

Upon hearing this, a different smile spread across Yao Yucheng’s face compared to his usual ones. This time, it was a shy smile, tinged with a hint of youthful innocence.

“Big Brother Fang, I met Junior Martial Uncle,” Yao Yucheng said.

Fang Chaozhou’s mind had been occupied with his melodramatic story, but upon hearing those words, he immediately became alert. The Junior Martial Uncle Yao Yucheng mentioned seemed to refer to Xue Danrong.

“You mean…,” Fang Chaozhou started, but Yao Yucheng nodded.

“Yes, him, Xue Danrong, Junior Martial Uncle Xue. A few days ago, my Master and I went to Yizhi Peak and bumped into him. He turned out to be different from what I had imagined.” Yao Yucheng blushed slightly as he continued, “I spoke to him, and he even nodded at me. Later, when he found out I liked dried fruits, he sent dried fruits to everyone in the sect. You received some too, right? The pills and dried fruits weren’t given by Elder Cheng, but rather, Junior Martial Uncle Xue paid for them.”

Fang Chaozhou: ????

Yao Yucheng didn’t notice the subtle change in Fang Chaozhou’s expression and continued with the tone of an infatuated youth, “Why do you think Junior Martial Uncle bought so many dried fruits?”

Though he asked a question, his eyes clearly conveyed the message:

Tell me it’s because of me!

Fang Chaozhou indulged the infatuated youth, “He might like you.”

Yao Yucheng took a deep breath, his face turning even redder. “How… How is that possible? We just met once; how could he possibly like me?”

“Why not? Love at first sight is not uncommon in this world. In those romance novels, how many talented scholars and beautiful ladies fall in love at first sight and become lifelong couples? Why do you think it’s impossible?” Fang Chaozhou took out the dried fruits he hadn’t finished eating earlier. “You just said he knew you liked dried fruits, so he sent them to everyone in the sect, including us outer disciples, just to give them to you.”

“Big Brother Fang, please stop talking. If you continue, I’ll go crazy,” Yao Yucheng’s face was already flushed. He covered his face with both hands and kept muttering, “What should I do? Does Junior Martial Uncle really like me? If he does, should I accept becoming his partner? But I’ve always liked girls before.”

Observing his expression, Fang Chaozhou’s lips twitched, “Do you really like girls?”

Yao Yucheng turned to face Fang Chaozhou, his tone determined. “Of course, I like girls.”

“Oh,” Fang Chaozhou nodded and suddenly leaned closer to Yao Yucheng’s face. Caught off guard, Yao Yucheng’s pupils dilated, and he hastily moved back in a fluster.

Sitting beside a rock, Yao Yucheng stumbled and fell to the ground, his face even redder than before.

“Fang… Big Brother Fang, why did you suddenly get so close to me?” Yao Yucheng stammered.

Fang Chaozhou extended his hand toward the fallen Yao Yucheng. “I just wanted to test if you really like girls.”

“What’s the point of testing this?” Yao Yucheng just managed to grasp Fang Chaozhou’s hand, intending to stand up, but then he felt his palm being scratched again, causing him to fall back to the ground.

Embarrassed, Yao Yucheng stuttered, “Fang… Fang… Big Brother, why are you scratching my palm? Are you… Are you…?”

Fang Chaozhou chuckled, “It’s nothing, I just wanted to test if you really like girls.” He retracted his hand. “Now, get up, I won’t tease you this time.”

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“Junior Martial Nephew Yao, why do you look so troubled?”

The inquiry came from a lower-ranked disciple of Yizhi Peak, who was of a similar age to Cheng Hong. They occasionally chatted together due to their similar ages. Seeing Yao Yucheng standing under the tree, his expression changing, the disciple, out of friendly concern, couldn’t help asking.

Yao Yucheng regained his composure and looked at the familiar senior disciple. Hesitating for a moment, he then waved at him and said, “Senior Martial Uncle, can you come over for a moment?”

The senior disciple saw the expression on Yao Yucheng’s face and walked over, concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you facing any issues in your cultivation?”

“No,” Yao Yucheng shook his head. He hesitated and then whispered in a reserved tone, “Senior Martial Uncle, what would you think if someone suddenly approached you after knowing that you liked them, like this?”

Without warning, he demonstrated by getting close to his senior uncle’s face.

His senior uncle, taken aback by the sudden proximity, furrowed his brows and took a step back. “Speak properly, why get so close? Don’t mimic the behavior of Yizhi Peak. I don’t like that kind of behavior. Learn better.”

Confused by his senior uncle’s response, Yao Yucheng asked, “What kind of behavior does Yizhi Peak have?”

“That kind of… ” His senior uncle struggled with his wording. “Men getting too close with other men. I don’t like that behavior; you shouldn’t learn from them.”

Yao Yucheng felt a sudden pang of guilt, awkwardly responding with an “Oh.”

After educating Yao Yucheng, the senior disciple continued, “You didn’t finish your story. What else did she do?”

“He… SHe helped me up after scaring me, but while helping me up, she scratched my palm again,” Yao Yucheng said in a low voice, then lowered his head.

“Congratulations, Martial Nephew Yao,” the senior disciple said with a happy expression.

“Huh?” Yao Yucheng looked up.

The senior disciple patted Yao Yucheng’s shoulder, looking pleased. “She must be jealous, so she scared you and teased you to divert your attention to her. I didn’t expect you to be so capable, gaining such good fortune right after joining. But as men, we can’t dawdle. You better decide quickly which one you want.”

Yao Yucheng’s pupils dilated. “So soon, I have to decide?”

“Of course, do you plan to keep them hanging?” the senior disciple asked.

“No, no, no, I won’t leave them hanging. I… I’ll choose. I’ll choose,” Yao Yucheng said, then drifted away like a wandering soul.

Meanwhile, the brown chicken returned from doing its business and was surprised to see Fang Chaozhou not planting seedlings or writing, but sitting on a rock lost in thought.

This behavior would not have been surprising before, but recently, Fang Chaozhou had been working tirelessly to earn money, rarely taking breaks. It was unusual to see him now, doing nothing but sitting on the rock in the sun.

Having spent five years in the cave without seeing sunlight, Fang Chaozhou’s complexion remained much paler than an average person’s, almost lacking color.

“What’s wrong with you?” the brown chicken asked.

When Fang Chaozhou heard the voice, he turned his head. “Tonight, I’m planning to go to Zhichun Island.”

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