The Reincarnated Science Whiz

Chapter 39: Straight Guy

Huh? Wasn’t I just grilling skewers and drinking with a gorgeous woman? How did I end up lying here? Did I get drunk and pass out on the street? No way! It’s a soft bed—how did I end up back at the hotel!? Qin Yuanqing opened his eyes groggily and found himself inside a hotel room. It was strange, though—this was a suite, not the king-size room he’d booked, and it was clearly more than one category higher. Oh no, why wasn’t he wearing underwear!? A bitter laugh! Drinking really does get in the way! Ever since he’d been reborn, he’d barely touched a drop of alcohol! The ability to down an entire case of liquor—developed through work in his previous life—had long since vanished. Even with his good physical condition, a few bottles were enough to leave him feeling dizzy. Wait a minute! Why is there still a scent in the air? Could it be that I got drunk and, in a daze, called a woman over? Qin Yuanqing was startled. He’d managed to stay a virgin ever since his rebirth—was it all gone just like that? What if he’d even caught a disease? Who would he turn to and cry to about this! Huh? Is someone taking a shower in the bathroom? Qin Yuanqing quietly got out of bed, slipped on the pair of briefs from the nightstand, walked toward the bathroom, and pushed open the glass door. Qin Yuanqing froze! How could it be her? Oh my god! Heaven and earth! I’ve been tricked—that scheming little vixen got me drunk and slept with me! My innocence is gone just like that! Qin Yuanqing felt incredibly aggrieved and furious. He had always believed that male celebrities were the most dangerous—the ones who prey on young girls—and that young women should stay far away from them. As for female celebrities, they were generally considered safer—after all, they were a vulnerable group! But reality had shown him that he was still too young and naive—so foolish and innocent—and that female celebrities could be just as dangerous! What should I do! A surge of anger welled up inside Qin Yuanqing. He didn’t buy into the idea that “a setback is a blessing in disguise.” If he’d been bullied, he’d bully right back Qin Yuanqing stormed into the bathroom, his eyes red, and pounced! After a wild, passionate encounter, he felt incredibly satisfied. “Beautiful lady, now we’re even. You had your way with me last night, and now I’ve had mine with you—we’re perfectly even, and neither of us came out on the losing end.” Qin Yuanqing hugged Jing Tian. “What?! You bastard!” Jing Tian, who had been looking lazy and relaxed, was furious upon hearing this. She slapped away his wandering hand and snapped, “You were drunk last night. I was being kind by letting you stay at my place so you wouldn’t have to sleep on the streets. But my kindness went unrewarded. You…” Qin Yuanqing’s expression froze, but he still stubbornly retorted, “Then what about the clothes on my body? You must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious—and now you won’t even admit it.” “You can’t get away with covering it up like that.” Qin Yuanqing was thick-skinned; after all, he had nothing to lose. Miss Jing Tian was such a stunner—beautiful, fair-skinned, with a slim waist that would be a breeze to take down. “How dare you say that? It was you who kept throwing up all night. For a grown man, your drinking tolerance is pretty pathetic,” Jing Tian said angrily. Hearing this, Qin Yuanqing realized he must have misunderstood. He quickly pulled Jing Tian into his arms; she tried to struggle, but there was no way she could break free. “Baby, it’s all my fault!” Qin Yuanqing wasn’t good with sweet talk or romance, but there was one thing he excelled at: having a thick skin. If you’re thick-skinned, you’ll never get enough. If you’re thin-skinned, you’ll miss out. That’s the truth of life! “Can’t you be a little gentler?” Jing Tian grumbled. If anyone was being wronged, it was him. He’d meant well, trying to help and do a good deed, only to lose his virginity for no apparent reason—who could he even complain to about this? Qin Yuanqing, on the other hand, was deeply moved. He’d come all the way to Hengdian, full of vigor, strummed a guitar, sang a song, and—out of the blue—had a fling with the “Flower of Wealth and Glory,” losing his virginity in the process. Still, he didn’t come out on the losing end—Jing Tian was a stunning beauty; there was probably no one in the entire entertainment industry more beautiful than her. Before he knew it, Qin Yuanqing felt the urge rising again. Jing Tian gasped in surprise and hurriedly said, “Don’t you dare do anything rash—it still hurts!” Qin Yuanqing blushed—this was awkward. With such a beauty in his arms, his body’s instinctive reaction was hardly his fault. But holding back like this was unbearably uncomfortable. A mischievous glint flashed across Qin Yuanqing’s eyes as he murmured into Jing Tian’s ear, “You’re so gross…” Jing Tian’s face flushed, and he shot Qin Yuanqing a look as if he were staring at an alien—was that really something an Earthling should say? But seeing Qin Yuanqing looking so pitiful, her heart softened. Zhao Si is a ladies’ man, Zhu Wu is wild; the graceful butterfly is in full flight. The land of sensual pleasures is a hero’s grave; who cares if the Eastern Army marches into Shenyang? Qin Yuanqing felt this saying was spot on—the land of sensual pleasures was indeed the grave of heroes. Once the forbidden fruit of love was tasted, it was truly unstoppable. Qin Yuanqing had no desire to go sightseeing elsewhere; he just wanted to stay close to Jing Tian, strolling through the film studio by day and getting intimate with her by night. After a few days, Qin Yuanqing was already feeling a bit worn out, while Jing Tian looked rosy-cheeked and her skin was getting better and better. Qin Yuanqing finally understood why the old folks in Huaxia had come to the conclusion that “there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, but no fields that can be plowed to ruin”! On August 20, Jing Tian had no choice but to leave with a heavy heart to head to the Magic City for a variety show. Actors may seem glamorous, but in reality, their lives are exhausting. Aside from filming, they have to attend all sorts of promotional events, interviews, appearances, and endorse Qin Yuanqing hugged Jing Tian goodbye at the airport, unaware that a paparazzo had secretly snapped a photo. Qin Yuanqing’s aircraft wasn’t scheduled to depart for another hour and a half, so he decided to take a stroll around the airport. What Qin Yuanqing didn’t know was that photos of him and Jing Tian holding hands had already been published, and after more than half a month, he was back on the trending news list. “Shuimu’s Top Student, Beijing Film Academy’s Campus Queen—a Perfect Couple!” The bold headline drew countless readers to the story: “Today, at Hengdian Film Studio, reporters photographed Qin Yuanqing—this year’s top college entrance exam scorer, the first student in history to achieve a perfect score, and a freshman at Shuimu University—strolling hand-in-hand with Jing Tian, the campus queen of the Beijing Film Academy. Rumors suggest they are dating!” “The Fall of the Academic Superstar! Even Heroes Can’t Resist a Beauty!” This entertainment newspaper directly used a photo of Qin Yuanqing and Jing Tian embracing as the backdrop for its story, reporting on the incident and then questioning whether Qin Yuanqing would be able to continue his academic dominance at Shuimu University. “Shocking! The academic prodigy and the campus beauty, in broad daylight, were actually…” This is a sensationalist clickbait headline designed to attract readers. Meanwhile, the song “Fireworks Fade Easily,” originally performed by Qin Yuanqing and uploaded to Kugou by Jing Tian, had been performing modestly. However, after it was revealed today that Qin Yuanqing wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and sang the song—coupled with the exposure of his relationship with Jing Tian—downloads skyrocketed. “What’s going on?” The Director of Operations at Kugou Music initially suspected that someone was attacking the platform or paying a hefty sum to inflate download numbers: “Is this an anomaly? A targeted attack? Or has someone hired online trolls to inflate the numbers?” “Director, according to our data monitoring, everything is normal!” said the network engineer. “Look—Qin Yuanqing’s romance has been exposed, causing a huge surge in popularity and drawing massive downloads of *Fireworks Fade Easily*!” someone noticed the latest entertainment news and quickly pointed out. The Director breathed a sigh of relief; as long as the data growth was natural, there was no problem. Since its founding in 2005, Kugou has become Huaxia’s most popular music website in just four years. Only a few music players, such as Qianqian Jingting, can compare to it. Running a successful music website is no easy task—once your reputation crumbles, it’s all over. Currently, Kugou only charges for lossless audio quality and mobile ringtones; everything else remains free. Singers’ online revenue primarily comes from these sources, especially mobile ringtones. For a song that goes viral, revenue from ringtones alone can reach over 100 million. Qin Yuanqing’s “Fireworks Fade Easily” started out ranked well outside the top 100 but has been climbing rapidly. By the afternoon, its popularity and download numbers had both surged into the top ten, stunning the music industry. As word of mouth spread, the popularity and download numbers for “Fireworks Fade Easily” not only avoided a precipitous drop but continued to climb, leaving many established singers in the music industry absolutely terrified. Holy crap! How are we supposed to compete with this?! A student—someone from outside the industry—just released a song and shot straight into the top ten. Isn’t this taking away their livelihood? How are they supposed to survive in the music industry now? Countless reporters and TV stations called Qin Yuanqing, but unfortunately, his phone was turned off—he was on an aircraft, heading to Beijing. So Qin Yuanqing had no idea—he was like a pebble tossed into the lake of the entertainment industry, sending ripples across its surface. Of course, even if Qin Yuanqing had known, he wouldn’t have cared. He was destined to be part of the academic elite—to become a leading scholar. The entertainment industry wasn’t his world; why should he care about it? If it hadn’t been for that confusing encounter with “The Flower of Wealth and Glory”—and the fact that this flower was indeed beautiful, coupled with a touch of his sense of responsibility—he, Qin Yuanqing, the greatest academic prodigy in history, would absolutely never have fallen for a woman. Women have always been nothing but trouble; he’d do anything to avoid them. The aircraft took off from Yiwu Airport, slicing through the sky as it headed toward Beijing. Looking out the window, Qin Yuanqing still felt as though his experiences over the past few years had been nothing more than a dream.