Heartthrob
Syndrome [
Quick Transmigration
] by Puzhongjiu [Complete]
Synopsis:
Xin Hexue died twice. The first time, he was the crown prince of a remote asteroid who died of illness. Later, he was reincarnated in the womb of a deposed consort confined to the cold palace.
Dragging his chronically ill body along, coughing up blood twice for every three steps he walked in the wind, he ascended the imperial throne.
Then he was poisoned to death.
Someone asked him, "What do you want most?"
Xin Hexue answered without hesitation, "To live."
The
system
bound to him made him a promise: as long as he could obtain enough love points and heartbreak points from those targets, he could go to a new world and live a long life.
For Xin Hexue, the task was not difficult.
It was just that he seemed to have a strange ailment in every world...
[Face Blindness]
Xin Hexue was Pei Guangji's canary. Pei Guangji was the eldest young master of the Pei family.
Pei Guangji treasured him and kept him well hidden. Only a few of his childhood friends had heard of him.
To outsiders, the Pei family's eldest young master, who made six calls in an hour and checked his communicator every five minutes at a banquet, had simply reached the age when he knew to settle down, start a family and take over the family business.
That was until Pei Guangji got into a flying vehicle accident because of Xin Hexue and had to be transferred to the Federation's core district for treatment.
Even with only a breath left, he insisted that his childhood friends look after his boyfriend at home.
His friends were impatient. "Come on, he's just a Beta, and an inferior pureblood human at that. He's fine for a fling."
That was until they finally met the canary hidden away in the villa.
He was very beautiful, with a mole at the corner of his eye.
He looked like that washed-up young actor from the slums.
Listless, he sat in a corner, a mechanical cat at his feet swishing its tail and begging for attention.
Only when he saw someone come in did his expression brighten. He went up and hugged the newcomer, saying with delight, "Guangji?"
His friend froze.
So Pei Guangji had been telling the truth when he said his canary couldn't recognize people.
Amnesia
During a severe drought, Xin Hexue, a koi who had yet to cultivate a human form, nearly died of thirst on a cracked riverbed. A scholar took him home and kept him in a water jar in a farmhouse courtyard.
Only when heavy rain finally came did the scholar release him back into the river.
Xin Hexue remembered this kindness.
He made his way to the capital and eventually waited at a dilapidated temple on its outskirts for the scholar to stop and rest on his way to take the imperial examinations.
He was a koi immortal skilled at repaying kindness.
But his memory lasted only seven days.
What's this? A poor scholar. Time to repay his kindness. What's this? A poor scholar. Time to repay his kindness. What's this? A poor scholar. Time to repay his kindness.
Xin Hexue was always forgetting important things, so much so that on the day the examination results were posted—
The successful candidates rushed into the dilapidated temple. The top scholar, wearing a black gauze official's hat adorned with golden flowers and riding a red-maned horse, declared he would marry no one but him.
[Albinism]
Upper Egypt and Lower Egypt were divided by the White City, with the White King and the Red King ruling each respectively. The two kingdoms fought endlessly.
The Red King heard that the White King had brought someone back from the banks of the Nile and made him high priest.
Beneath the golden sun, the desert burned hot, and the priest was covered in a snow-white hooded robe that left not the slightest bit of him exposed.
With the high priest's assistance, Upper Egypt enjoyed abundant harvests year after year, and its granaries filled with wheat.
The Red King also heard that the people of Upper Egypt respectfully called the high priest a divine envoy from heaven.
Some had seen his face and praised him as the "pearl of the golden sands."
The priest and the White King were inseparable, even sleeping side by side.
Others said the high priest was the White King's favored consort.
The spies he had planted succeeded, and the Red King looked with satisfaction at the high priest brought back under guard. He lifted the other man's robe with ease.
A shade of white found only atop high mountains.
White hair, and even white eyelashes.
The Red King's wolf-like eyes narrowed sharply as he stared at that jade-like face tinged with pale red.
He had to admit that his elder brother, the White King, had excellent taste.
He too longed to hold the pearl of the golden sands in his grasp.
[Skin Hunger]
The empire's only SSS-class guide held the rank of major general.
No one had ever seen his spiritual form. His spiritual power was so strong that he could treat battle-wounded sentinels without releasing it.
In contrast to his powerful spiritual power, the major general's physical condition was heartbreaking.
Many had seen him at a briefing to reassure the public, his excessively beautiful eyes lowered as he covered his lips and coughed, his handkerchief drenched in fresh blood.
The major general seemed distant. His uniform was always fastidiously buttoned to his Adam's apple, and his thin, pale hands were clad in black gloves.
Only the sentinels he had treated knew that the major general was actually very gentle. He would comfort them softly, his spiritual power like the tender waters of spring.
Even so, because the major general avoided physical contact, the sentinels generally held him in greater respect.
That was until a reckless recruit touched the major general's hand during treatment.
Without the black glove between them, even something as simple as interlocking their fingers made the corners of the major general's eyes flush red, as if he were being bullied, and he bit his lips tightly.
The recruit's comrades urged him to give up any improper fantasies.
The major general's husband had died. He had once been his closest comrade-in-arms, and no one else could come between them.
The recruit's personality was even more flamboyant than his 3S-class combat power. He bared his canines in a grin. "Oh, his husband died? Then I can't let the major general live like a widow."
[Delusion of Love]
Four childhood friends.
The nineteen-
nineties
In the family compound of a state-owned power plant, a sickly childhood friend firmly believed that the other childhood friends all liked him.
That was indeed the case.
[Persecutory Delusions]
A married NPC in an instance of an infinite game.
He lived in a pigeon cage apartment in a walled city. Ever since his husband was murdered, he had grown suspicious of everything and lived in constant unease.
That was until he mistakenly sought protection from a serial killer.
[Reading Guide]
1. There is more than one gong slice in each small world. They are all virgins.
2. A great beauty shou who is very good at acting, with an extremely strong cat-like characterization. He fakes his death to escape in the small worlds.
3. Slightly melodramatic, with a little forced love and extensive descriptions of beauty and displays of weakness.
4. To maintain a friendly atmosphere in the comments, excessively inflammatory comments will be deleted.
Content tags:
Devoted love
Time and space travel, system
Sweet story
Quick transmigration, heartthrob
Search keywords: Protagonists: Xin Hexue, ??? ┃ Supporting characters: ┃ Other:
One-sentence summary: Afflicted with strange ailments, he finds himself caught in a shura field.
Theme: Take care of your health.
Chapter 1: Face Blindness (1)
The heat island effect in the Federation Sixth District's urban clusters was worse than ever.
It was raining again that evening.
Xin Hexue paid no attention to the noisy middle-aged man across from him.
He turned his head, shifting his gaze to the glass window with his dark eyes.
One entire wall of the restaurant was glass, facing the orange-yellow street outside.
A neon streetlight at the end of the street was broken.
Xin Hexue noticed the light flickering on and off.
It was hard to imagine such a dilapidated sight still existing in a city in 2048.
Yet that was indeed the case. In the Federation's thirteen districts, ninety percent of the wealth was concentrated in the central District One, while the remaining districts were mired in poverty and disorder.
The broken light made the raindrops on the window shimmer before they slid down in winding trails.
Xin Hexue frowned.
The humidity had remained above ninety-five percent for a whole week.
Such weather was quite hard to endure.
The sticky moisture was like a dark cloud, weighing heavily over him.
He was in a bad mood, as though something were choking him, and his chest felt uncomfortably tight and swollen.
To suppress this strange feeling, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a few sips of the greenish tea.
Xin Hexue's fingernails were rounded. As he gripped the rim of the cup, his fingers turned a bloodless white.
In the light, his long lashes cast faint shadows, and his knitted brows betrayed a hint of irritation.
The person prattling on across from him made Xin Hexue's mood even worse.
"Are you listening to me?"
"I'm your father! Is that any way to treat your father?!"
"I picked you up from a garbage dump in the Twelfth District—"
The balding middle-aged man fixed his cloudy eyes on his adopted son.
As he spoke, droplets of spittle could just be seen spraying onto the untouched food.
Xin Hexue knew that Xin Bao was about to start telling the story of how he had raised his adopted son from infancy, wiping his butt and cleaning up his pee.
In fact, according to the information the system had provided, the character "Xin Hexue" was already seven years old when his adoptive father dragged him out of the garbage dump, and he was perfectly capable of taking care of his own bodily needs.
Besides, Xin Bao had not raised the child with the tireless devotion of the story he had made up.
Don't imagine that a middle-aged man rummaging through garbage dumps in the Twelfth District would be a good person.
After seven-year-old "Xin Hexue" was taken home, he faced his adoptive father's violence—a kick to the stomach—and insults, with the word "bastard" in every sentence.
His adoptive father also threatened to break his legs, forcing him to pretend to be a disabled child and beg from well-dressed passersby to fund his gambling.
Even Xin Bao's move to the Sixth District had been made possible by bleeding "Xin Hexue" dry.
Although "Xin Hexue" in the story was an utterly ordinary Beta and a pureblood human with inferior genes and face blindness, he presumably had a decent face.
At fourteen, he caught a director's eye and appeared in a film set in the Twelfth District.
The payment, absurdly high for a child living in the slums, and the film crew's care allowed "Xin Hexue" to enter the Sixth District and finish high school without trouble.
However, the director who had promised to work with "Xin Hexue" again once he reached adulthood never got in touch.
The film they had made was a huge hit for a while, and people on the Star Network had even started a trending topic of their own accord, looking for the fourteen-year-old actor in the film.
Later, invitations from low-budget films and television dramas came in one after another. Xin Bao accepted them all on his adopted son's behalf, but none of those productions ultimately made any splash.
"Xin Hexue" became washed-up, and seeing that there was no hope, Xin Bao took all the money and ran when his adopted son came of age.
But the acting fees accumulated over the years were nowhere near enough for Xin Bao to squander on gambling.