Cannon Fodder Is King [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter. 15

　When Zhu Zhengqing woke up, it was already noon the next day.

He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling light, unfamiliar bedding, and an unfamiliar room.

With a quick movement, he sat up in bed and then reached to hold his head, breathing heavily.

After a while, the stabbing pain in his head subsided. He calmed down, and carefully recalled the events of last night, replaying it in his mind.

He pressed his lips together, his expression slightly complicated, mixed with joy, sadness, and perhaps some regret... His right hand, resting on the bed sheet, tightened unconsciously.

At that moment, Meng Zezhi pushed the door open. "Awake?"

Zhu Zhengqing turned his head suddenly, the complex emotions in his heart giving way to joy.

"This is my house," Meng Zezhi said as he approached.

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes flickered slightly.

"Last night..." Meng Zezhi paused before continuing, "You got drunk and passed out, and I didn't know where you lived. Since my guest room was empty, I brought you here."

"Ah," Zhu Zhengqing released his tightly clenched right hand and felt the soft fabric underneath, feeling warm all over.

Meng Zezhi placed a paper bag he was holding on the bedside table. "These are a change of clothes. I bought them according to the size of your coat."

　　As Meng Zezhi spoke, Zhu Zhengqing finally noticed the strong smell of alcohol and sweat on himself. His ears turned slightly red as he avoided making eye contact with Meng Zezhi and nervously said, "Thank you."

Meng Zezhi's eyes softened, and he tentatively replied, "This is what I should do."

He wondered whether Zhu Zhengqing had made that promise impulsively or sincerely last night.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. What did Meng Zezhi mean by "this is what I should do"? It was clear that Meng Zezhi had already cast himself in the role of a boyfriend.

Boyfriend—

Zhu Zhengqing's tongue trembled slightly, and he hummed softly, "Hmm."

Seeing this, Meng Zezhi felt his heart melt. The smile in his eyes reached the depths of his soul. Since Zhu Zhengqing was willing to stand by him through thick and thin, Meng Zezhi naturally couldn't let him worry too much.

With that in mind, Meng Zezhi sat down on the bed, causing the mattress to sink slightly. He turned to Zhu Zhengqing and said softly, "About my HIV situation—"

Zhu Zhengqing's throat tightened, and his good mood vanished instantly.

Meng Zezhi continued, "You don't need to worry too much. You know I'm a mathematician, so why would I be so focused in a biology lab?"

Zhu Zhengqing shook his head.

"It's because I found out I was HIV-positive, so I wanted to develop a cure for AIDS."

AIDS, a cure?

Zhu Zhengqing was stunned.

　　After the shock wore off, he regained his composure and felt his tongue was no longer his own. He said, "So, how's the research going?"

"It's nearing completion," Meng Zezhi thought for a moment and replied, "There is about 80% certainty."

Zhu Zhengqing's emotions became more complicated. All the sadness in his heart turned into surprise and joy.