Stop Clinging to Him [Quick Transmigration]

Crazy is how people describe Chu Qingqiu. He never considers the consequences of his actions. When other people would take a knife for their brothers, he not only stabs his brothers twice, he also steals their underwear while he’s at it.

That’s why he’s always getting into fights. Clearly, he loves it, and even seems eager for the next one.

Recently, he’d gotten himself into some serious trouble. Chu Qingqiu held a mouthful of water and passed it into the mouth of the male student crouching in front of him.

Qi Yuexing was the big shot of City A’s underworld...’s kept man. Tall and slender, with a pair of round, puppy-like eyes that made him look innocent and pitiful no matter who he looked at, he was also a top student at A University. Chu Qingqiu wasn’t interested in him, but the guy was the big shot’s kept man, after all.

The student, his chin held in a grip, lowered his head in resentment and refused to look at Chu Qingqiu. Chu Qingqiu gave a soft snort, clamped his fingers around the other’s chin, and pulled him upright. “You think you’re tough?” His tone made it clear he already knew the answer.

Chu Qingqiu raised a leg and pressed it against Qi Yuexing’s chest, then shoved. A footprint appeared out of nowhere on Qi Yuexing’s clean shirt.

“Keep it on when you go see him.” Chu Qingqiu stood up and toyed with his hair.

Ignoring the student’s protests, Chu Qingqiu clapped his hands. Suddenly, everything went black. As his consciousness blurred, he thought he heard Qi Yuexing shouting in panic.

Chu Qingqiu sneered. “This is so damn annoying.”

“Keep barking, you piece of shit, and I’ll spill everything,” he snapped.

When he opened his eyes again, a book appeared before him. The title page said that if he completed five tasks, he could revive his body.

Chu Qingqiu glanced sideways, his lashes drooping. “When did I die?” What was this supposed to be?

He pursed his lips and smiled, his voice hoarse. “I’m willing to accept the tasks.” The book fluttered joyfully into his hands. Chu Qingqiu stroked its spine in a teasing manner, then lightly tapped the page and tore the book to shreds.

“Now this is interesting,” he murmured to himself.

Theme: So, so, so good-looking.