I Asked You to Be a Tool-Man Supporting Male Lead, Not a Heartthrob Chapter 67

Chapter 67: He Said I’m Loved by All

Amidst a flurry of messages like “LMAO,” “Young Master Fu is so pretty,” and “Is this even allowed to be posted?”, Fu Yue turned off his screen with a face as pale as death.

“…”

I actually have a photo this humiliating?

When he got downstairs, Shen Junnian’s car was already waiting by the curb.

Fu Yue pulled the door open and slumped into the passenger seat, radiating an aura of “life is meaningless.”

Shen Junnian glanced at him. “Work drained you dry?”

“I’m fine,” Fu Yue muttered.

Then, he asked tentatively, “Shen Junnian, you’re going to the class reunion on Saturday, right?”

The monitor’s provocation and the classmates’ teasing all suggested the reunion wouldn’t be simple.

But to find out more about the past, he had to go.

Thus, his childhood friend Shen Junnian was his best source of information. Fu Yue wanted to use today to find out what he needed to know and get prepared.

Hearing Fu Yue mention the reunion, Shen Junnian’s hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly. “I’m going. Why?”

“I want to go too.”

Shen Junnian slammed on the brakes, nearly sending Fu Yue’s head through the windshield.

“What’s wrong?” Fu Yue asked nervously.

He expected Shen Junnian’s reaction—surprise, questions, warnings, or teasing.

Fu Yue could use that as a chance to ask questions.

But Shen Junnian showed no further odd behavior and simply said, “If you want to go, I’ll go with you.”

The topic ended there, leaving Fu Yue disappointed.

Instead, Shen Junnian started a new topic: “Accompany me somewhere first. It happens to be related to the reunion.”

The car eventually stopped in front of a member-only luxury jewelry boutique.

Fu Yue stared at the low-profile, black-and-gold storefront. A butler-like greeter in a suit stood at the door.

“Going to a reunion requires this much flair?”

Flashes of imagery filled Fu Yue’s head.

Students in jewelry-encrusted masks, whispering Latin incantations in a candlelit hall.

Shen Junnian, draped in a dark red velvet cloak, holding a jewel-encrusted scepter, standing on a podium and announcing: “Tonight, we shall crown the ‘King of the Prom’!”

Fu Yue, in a vintage suit and a diamond mask, surrounded by “members”: “This is the symbol of glory; you must accept the trial!”

—What kind of reunion was this? This looked like a secret society induction.

Shen Junnian unbuckled his seatbelt and gave him a look. “What are you thinking? Zhou Fengjun asked me to help him pick a gift for someone.”

Fu Yue followed him into the shop.

To his surprise, Shen Junnian didn’t pick anything himself; he asked for Fu Yue’s opinion first.

“You have good taste. Help him look,” Shen Junnian said, leaning lazily against the counter. “It’s for Ai Ke.”

Hearing that name, Fu Yue’s heart skipped a beat.

Ai Ke wasn’t just an NPC.

She appeared in the novel’s main plot. Although she debuted in the middle-to-late stages, she was a critical character—

Ji Linyue’s future fiancée!

Fu Yue had memorized the “Danmei Novel Triple Threat.”

After the internal conflicts are resolved and the couple is in love, the author introduces external conflicts.

The classic trope: the top is forced to marry someone he doesn’t love, and Chen Bai is given a check to leave.

Then comes the massive angst.

Followed by a dramatic runaway groom scene at the engagement. It was cliché but effective.

However, Ai Ke wasn’t a cliché character.

Her… characterization was quite something.

Seeing Fu Yue’s expression shift, Shen Junnian seemed a bit displeased. “You really can only remember the pretty ones.”

Fu Yue pointed at a delicate diamond necklace and said dismissively, “Ai Ke? Not familiar.”

“Of course you aren’t. She was an exchange student for three years in high school and rarely came back.”

The clerk took out the necklace Fu Yue had pointed at.

A slender platinum chain with a classic cushion-cut diamond surrounded by tiny pavé diamonds—elegant and gentle.

Shen Junnian took one look and shook his head.

“She’s smart, pretty, and… very ambitious.”

Shen Junnian pointed to another piece in the case.

It was a choker with a sharp, angular diamond. The overall design was very aggressive.

“The one you picked is too soft for her. With a woman like Ai Ke, you have to be stronger than her for her to even look at you.”

With that, Shen Junnian signaled the clerk to wrap up the one he picked.

Fu Yue thought to himself: Strong or not, as long as she doesn’t look at me, that’s better than anything.

The two had dinner at a private kitchen Shen Junnian had booked.

The dishes had been ordered in advance, each one exquisite and delicious. In the quiet private room, only the sound of their utensils clinking echoed.

Halfway through the meal, Shen Junnian wiped his hands with a hot towel. “Why do you suddenly want to go to the reunion? You used to hate those kinds of events.”

Shen Junnian asked subtly.

Hearing this, Fu Yue guessed the original Fu Yue never went.

That was good; it meant he was less likely to be exposed in front of classmates.

“Shen Junnian, you saw the photo the monitor posted. With a provocation like that, if I don’t go, won’t it look like I’m afraid of him?”

Fu Yue put down his chopsticks and feigned a complaint. “How much water was in my brain back then to actually dress in drag?”

“You did it for the collective honor,” Shen Junnian comforted him. “At the school festival, the girl for the waltz got sick. You stepped in to save the day, wearing the dress so our class wouldn’t be disqualified. That dance won first place in the whole school.”

Fu Yue was stunned. His mind quickly constructed a heroic image of someone “sacrificing themselves for the group.”

I see. That sounds quite honorable.

But that made Fu Yue even more confused. “If it was a heroic rescue, why does the monitor have so much malice toward me?”

“Probably because…” Shen Junnian picked up his tea, blew on the steam, and looked at him with a complex expression. “He missed you too much.”

What Shen Junnian didn’t say was: Back then, you didn’t just save the day.

Using those flowing skirts, you acted like a predatory siren. You pinned the monitor against the wall backstage, blowing air into his ear with your lipstick-coated lips.

You asked him, ‘Monitor, do I look beautiful?’

The monitor was so flustered he lost his mind. The moment he said ‘Yes,’ you felt the game was over. You kicked him over and walked away without looking back.

The monitor had never even been in a relationship back then.

So, he missed you. He wanted to ‘kill’ you.

Fu Yue, of course, had no way of knowing this inner monologue.

He only felt that Shen Junnian’s explanation didn’t match the monitor’s behavior in the group chat.

He frowned. “Missed me? I think they all hated me.”

“How could they?” Shen Junnian countered, his eyes looking very sincere. “Maybe they were just jealous of how popular you were. Your nickname back then was ‘The Girl Heart Snatcher’.”

What Shen Junnian didn’t mention was that while Fu Yue was indeed a snatcher, he wasn’t snatching the hearts of girls—he was snatching the souls of boys.

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