The Scum Gong’s Redemption Manual (Quick Transmigration) 74

Chapter 74

Lu Ze looked at him and slowly digested the information in his mind, but he didn’t speak for a moment.

The man’s brows furrowed, as if he were a little displeased, and he repeated, “Come here.”

Qian Tong had been paying attention to this side. Seeing this, he quickly winked at him and said with a look of disappointment, “Brother Si is calling you. Why aren’t you going over yet?”

Lu Ze’s eyes shifted slightly, and his gaze swept past Qian Tong and then landed on the man in the corner.

He slowly got up, walked around the coffee table in the private room, and slowly walked over.

Si Guiyan leaned idly against the back of the sofa, the cigar in his hand hanging outside the armrest of the sofa, and his long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked the person in front of him up and down.

The boy was very tall, about 1.85 meters, with broad shoulders and long legs. His white shirt was tucked into his jeans, outlining a slender and tough waist. His black bangs were neat and tidy, and his features were not too delicate, but when they were put together, they looked particularly calm and gentle.

Si Guiyan’s hand, which was on his thigh, tapped lightly, and his face was expressionless.

Lu Ze walked to his side. Si Guiyan casually patted the seat next to him, his voice with a lazy tone, “Sit.”

Lu Ze sat down as he was told. Being so close, he could see the man’s features more clearly. They were deep and sharp, with a bit of a fierce look, and he looked like he was not to be trifled with.

Lu Ze’s gaze moved down and landed on the small mole on the side of his neck, and he lowered his gaze slightly to hide the smile in his eyes.

Si Guiyan looked at his obedient and silent appearance and let out a light tut. “Did you come here willingly?”

Lu Ze nodded. “Yes.”

He put the cigar to his lips, took a deep puff, and said slowly, “How old are you?”

Lu Ze replied, “Twenty-one.”

“Twenty-one…” Si Guiyan slowly recited this name. The smoke slowly rose, and his eyes, which were shrouded in it, were lazy and hazy. He asked, “Are you in university?”

“Yes, I’m a junior.”

Si Guiyan continued to ask, “What school?”

Lu Ze said, “The Capital Film Academy.”

The corners of Si Guiyan’s mouth curved slightly, and he looked him up and down again, and said slowly and deliberately, “Are you studying acting?”

Lu Ze nodded. He let out an indistinct laugh. “Your image is not bad.”

Lu Ze looked up at him, and his eyes were as dark as ink in this dim environment. “Thank you, Mr. Si.”

Si Guiyan looked at his appearance, and his heart itched for a moment. He slowly adjusted his sitting posture. His long legs, which were wrapped in black suit pants, were crossed on his knees, and his elbow was casually resting on the sofa on the side. As he moved, his muscles bulged slightly, which was particularly obvious under his white shirt.

His whole posture was lazy and casual, yet it was full of the aura of hormones. The gazes of the group of young boys on the side would always glance over on and off.

But Si Guiyan didn’t care at all. He looked straight at Lu Ze’s face and suddenly asked, “What were you thinking just now?”

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting. After a moment, he slowly said, “I was thinking… about you.”

The lights in the private room were dim and ambiguous, and the light from a distance perfectly showed the rising posture of the smoke.

“Thinking about me?” Si Guiyan slowly pondered this sentence. The hand holding the cigar moved slightly, and he looked at him with a half-smile. “What were you thinking about me?”

“I was thinking… that this trip was not in vain.” As Lu Ze spoke, he very naturally pushed over an ashtray on the side and placed it under Si Guiyan’s hand.

Si Guiyan paused, then his fingertips tapped lightly, flicking the ash from the end of the cigarette.

His gaze returned to Lu Ze. He put the cigar to his lips, took a slow puff, and turned his head to look at him. “Before you came, didn’t you know what kind of occasion this was?”

Lu Ze nodded. “I knew.”

Si Guiyan chuckled. “What, you regret it?”

Lu Ze said, “I did regret it a little at first.”

“At first…” Si Guiyan slowly recited those few words, his gaze on him full of interest. “What about now?”

Lu Ze pursed his lips and didn’t speak. His gaze fell on a wine bottle on the coffee table, and he stiffly changed the subject. “Would you like a drink?”

Si Guiyan leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, and looked at him leisurely. After a moment, he slowly nodded. “I’ll have a drink.”

Lu Ze then took a wine opener from the side and poured the deep red liquid into a decanter. Si Guiyan sat on the side, watching his skilled and smooth movements, and asked casually, “Have you learned this before?”

Lu Ze looked back at him and said, “My studies are not heavy, so I’ve learned a few things.”

“Learned a few things.” Si Guiyan looked at the deep red liquid in the glass and said slowly, “Which things are you referring to?”

“All kinds of messy things.” While waiting for the wine to decant, Lu Ze looked at him quietly. “What are you referring to?”

Si Guiyan slowly sat up straight, and the hand holding the cigar moved, and he gestured to him. “For example… this?”

Lu Ze’s gaze fell on the cigar that was only half-burned, and then he glanced at him, and met his dark gaze. After a moment, he slowly reached out and took the cigar from his hand.

Si Guiyan’s gaze moved slightly, but he did not stop him.

Lu Ze held it with his thumb and index finger, and, imitating Si Guiyan’s action, he brought the cigar to his lips. His gaze seemed to unintentionally sweep across his lips, and then he lowered it slightly and held it in his mouth.

Si Guiyan’s fingers curled, and he tutted in his heart. This kid…

Lu Ze took a sharp puff, and then he turned his head and coughed violently. Si Guiyan’s body subconsciously leaned forward, and then he seemed to have thought of something and found it a little amusing.

Lu Ze turned his head back, his face a little rosy from coughing, and his eyes were also a little watery. He was panting, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s my first time trying it. It’s not what I thought.”

Si Guiyan’s gaze swept across the red corners of his eyes and asked, “How is it different?”

“It’s not as addictive as I imagined, and it’s not as… easy to get the hang of,” Lu Ze said.

Si Guiyan let out a laugh. “This is not a drug. How can you get addicted to it in one go?”

He took the half-smoked cigar from his hand, put it back in his own mouth, took a puff, and then moved closer to Lu Ze. As the smoke filled the air, he asked him, “Do you want to learn?”

Lu Ze shook his head. “No.”

Si Guiyan narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

Lu Ze glanced at him and said slowly, “Smoking is bad for your health.”

Si Guiyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a laugh.

Qian Tong, who was holding a young boy on the side but was actually paying attention to this side, his heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that this kid was really bold to dare to lecture Si Guiyan.

Lu Ze didn’t seem to know what he was thinking and added, “And I’m studying acting. I need to pay attention to my image.”

Si Guiyan nodded. “Alright, good.”

As he spoke, he took the cigar out of his mouth, pressed it into the ashtray, and watched as the tobacco slowly extinguished. Only then did he look up and look at Lu Ze lazily. “How about it?”

Lu Ze was silent for a moment, then said, “Whether you smoke or not is your freedom.”

Si Guiyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were not satisfied with this answer. Lu Ze added, “But I’m very happy.”

Si Guiyan stared at him for a long time before he let out a snort of laughter, pulled over his suit jacket and put it on his arm, and got up. “Let’s go.”

Qian Tong was dumbfounded on the side. He thought that Lu Ze had made him unhappy and was about to chase after him to say something, but he saw that the kid had also picked up the backpack he had brought and had followed him out a step ahead.

Qian Tong was stunned for a moment, then let out a curse and also hurriedly chased after him.

By the time they reached the entrance of the clubhouse, both of them were standing at the door without moving. Qian Tong was moved in his heart, thinking that Brother Si was waiting for him, but when he reached the door and looked, he saw that it had started to rain outside at some point, and it looked quite heavy.

It probably wouldn’t stop for a while.

Qian Tong let out a hiss and suggested, “Brother Si, there’s a hotel upstairs. Why don’t we just make do for tonight and rest here?”

Si Guiyan glanced at him and didn’t speak. But Lu Ze opened the backpack he was carrying and took out an umbrella. “I brought an umbrella.”

Si Guiyan turned his head to look at him and only then did he realize that he was a little taller than him. He had one hand in his pocket, and his eyebrows were slightly raised. Lu Ze explained, “The weather forecast said it would rain today, just in case.”

His eyelids lowered slightly, and he looked at Si Guiyan, and said softly, “Are you leaving, Mr. Si?”

Si Guiyan’s eyelids moved, and then he slowly said, “I’m leaving. Why wouldn’t I?”

Hearing this, Lu Ze opened the umbrella, went down a step, and looked back at Si Guiyan.

Si Guiyan strode forward, got under his umbrella, casually waved at Qian Tong behind him, and strode outside.

The rain was not heavy or light, and it was pattering on the umbrella. The puddles under his feet also splashed up fine water droplets.

The umbrella was not large, and the two were very close. Under their thin shirts, the heat of each other’s bodies could be clearly felt.

Si Guiyan turned his head to look at him. The boy’s nose was high and straight, and the contour of his side profile was very superior. Even the line of his jaw was just right, and the connection with his neck formed a smooth line.

Si Guiyan withdrew his gaze, and the hand holding the key moved slightly.

They soon reached the car. Si Guiyan opened the car door and got in. Lu Ze then took a step back, held the umbrella, and stood quietly in the rain.

Si Guiyan rolled down the car window. He lowered his eyes and slowly unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and rolled it up to his elbow, revealing the smooth muscle lines on his forearm. He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his fingertips tapping on and off, and looked up. “Are you going back by yourself, or do you want me to take you back?”

In this kind of occasion, to say such words, the meaning was already very clear.

Lu Ze glanced at him and walked forward with the umbrella. Si Guiyan’s brows furrowed slightly. Before he could react, he saw the person walk around the front of the car and open the passenger door.

Lu Ze closed the umbrella, looked back at him, his expression gentle and calm. “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Mr. Si.”

The dim yellow light in the car was on, and it shone down from above, shrouding them in a dim and intoxicating haze. His white shirt was splashed with rain, leaving a few wet marks, which intentionally or unintentionally outlined the boy’s figure even more clearly, but his eyes were still neat and clean.

Si Guiyan’s gaze lingered on him for a few more times before he started the key and started the car.