After I became a stand-in, I made the male protagonist cry[MTL]

Chapter 21

　　At one o'clock in the morning, a muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and heavy rain poured down. The pale street lights stretched the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road. The raindrops as big as beans hit the windows, making crackling sounds.

　　The buzzing of the phone under the pillow woke Wen Heng up. He rubbed his eyes and took out his phone. He was a little surprised to see the caller ID. He swiped up to answer the call.

　　"Hello?"

　　"Hello, is that Wen Heng?" The unfamiliar voice made Wen Heng frown slightly, but he still answered out of politeness.

　　"I am, who are you?"

　　"I'm Lu Zhiming, Mu Bai's good friend. He's drunk at the Hong Kong Coliseum. Do you want to come pick him up?"

　　"I......"

　　The other party seemed to be very busy and hung up the phone before he could finish his words.

　　Wen Heng got up from the bed, looked at the heavy rain outside, and remembered the curfew that had passed a long time ago, and felt a headache.

　　"What's wrong?"

　　Pan Yuhang, who was standing next to him, stood up and rubbed his eyes. Seeing Wen Heng sitting on the bed and looking out the window, he felt a little worried.

　　"It's okay," Wen Heng shook his head. "Yuhang, do you think I can jump down from here without getting hurt?"

　　"What are you thinking about!" Pan Yuhang was startled and immediately turned on the light, waking up the two people who were sleeping, "This is the fifth floor!"

　　"What should I do then..."

　　"What's wrong?" The other two people who were woken up also got out of bed, squinting their eyes as if they were in a dream.

　　"The third brother wants to jump off the building!"

　　"What?!"

　　"No!" Wen Heng waved his hands hastily, "I just want to go out for a while."

　　"Where are you going so late at night?" Li Xin took a sip of water and rolled his eyes at Wen Heng after hearing his answer. He didn't even think about what time it was and what he was doing out so late at night. Was he going to meet a ghost?

　　"Senior Qu's friend asked me to pick him up."

　　"..."

　　In the end, thanks to Pan Yuhang, who possessed Oscar-worthy acting skills, the group managed to get out of school.

　　"So what are you guys going to do?"

　　"It's okay. We three grown men can do anything." Pan Yuhang waved his hand to signal Wen Heng to hurry up. "Go ahead. We're going to go online."

　　The graceful movements completely lost the wailing of agony just now. Wen Heng chuckled and said from the bottom of his heart,

　　"Thanks."

　　"Well, why are you being so polite to us? Go now!"

　　Wen Heng nodded, looked at the three people playing and walking away, squeezed the umbrella in his hand, turned around and walked in another direction.

　　To be honest, he had some unpleasantness with Qu Mubai during the day today. He didn't know why the other party suddenly got angry. It was inexplicable, which made him impatient and too lazy to comfort him.

　　In contrast to the silent streets, the deafening music in the bar is enough to break one's eardrums. The dance floor is full of young people who are immersed in the music, taking advantage of the night to release their stress that they have nowhere to vent.

　　Wen Heng pushed open the door and looked at the crowd of people around him who were extremely happy and decadent, rubbing his arms somewhat unnaturally. It was his first time here and he was a little uncomfortable, but when he thought of the drunk man, he took a deep breath, pushed his hat down, avoided the woman who was approaching him, and walked towards the box upstairs.

　　There were many people standing in front of him, holding a glass of wine and smiling seductively,

　　"Handsome guy, are you alone? How about buying you a drink?"

　　The woman's naked gaze fell on him without any concealment. The wide brim of his hat covered the upper half of his face, but could not hide his extremely superior jawline. The simple black shirt and black pants could not hide his smooth figure. Thanks to his recent exercise, his Pacific Ocean-like broad shoulders and his whole body temperament that kept people at a distance made it hard not to be a fatal temptation to people.

　　He found the box and opened the door. The first thing he saw was Qu Mubai lying on the sofa in the corner, with his eyes slightly closed. Not only did he not have his usual vigorous and decisive demeanor, but the hair on his head also revealed a hint of cuteness.

　　"Senior Qu?"

　　Wen Heng lowered his head and asked softly, but got no response. It seemed that he was indeed very drunk.

　　"You are Wen Heng, right?"

　　Lu Zhiming, who was standing next to him, walked over. Wen Heng looked up and met his eyes. Under the interlaced lights, Lu Zhiming seemed to really see the man walking towards him across time.

　　"teacher?!"

　　He exclaimed, which was caught by Wen Heng beside him.

　　"What?"

　　"It's okay." He was only out of control for a second, then Lu Zhiming smiled again, not mentioning what he had just said. "What are you going to do? Do you need help?"

"......No."

　　Wen Heng shook his head. He was very strong and could hold Qu Mubai tightly with one hand. After saying goodbye to Lu Zhiming, he put his hat on the head of the person in his arms. When he was about to leave, Lu Zhiming stopped him.

　　"It's already past two o'clock, and it's still raining heavily outside. Why don't you take him upstairs to rest instead of going back and forth."

　　Then why did you call me here?!

　　Wen Heng said nothing, but his whole body revealed an air of impatience, which made Lu Zhiming pull the corner of his mouth awkwardly.

　　It's because it's really painful for my brother to see!

　　He didn't care what Wen Heng thought. He stuffed the room card into his hand and pushed him out of the door. His actions were so smooth.

　　There was no choice. Wen Heng stared at the room card for a while, and with the unconscious drunk in his arms, he finally compromised, picked the man up by the waist, and walked towards the elevator.

　　The dim light in the corridor matched the man's tense jaw, making him look inexplicably indifferent and ruthless. Wen Heng put the man down and was just about to take out the room card from his pocket when he was suddenly pressed against the door by the unconscious drunk. His warm breath along his neck made him feel a little itchy, and the man's slightly aggrieved voice rang in his ears.

　　"why did not you tell me?"

　　"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

　　"You don't say anything. Do you think I'm just a decoration?!"