Who's Gay?

The sun was up in the sky, disdainfully staring at the-yet-to-awake-lazy-heads when Bidziil awoke. Perhaps, it was because of the incident the day before, the conception of Bidziil being a morning person had flown out of his wind.

And if it wasn't for the arrival of his outing buddies, Bidziil was likely not to leave the comfort of his soft bed, the only noteworthy thing of the previous host.

After groggily refreshing himself, Bidziil was more alert.

Bidziil walked to the walk-in closet in search of clothes for his first outing in the new world.

However, a few minutes later, his jaw dropped, and his lips twitched due to all he saw.

Even though Bidziil expected the previous host to be a silly person with poor fashion taste, he never expected the owner to be this bad.

Bidziil rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache creeping as he stared at the flashy and trashy-style clothing.

"Just how did his parents have the mind to let him out with such a stupid choice? And how did his friends have the mind to walk with him with such a choice? Ai, irritating." Bidziil spat out with disdain while going through the previous Bidziil's choice of clothes.

Although Bidziil knew he was monotone, in his world there were different flashy teen styles that he also accepted and wore, but not the previous host's crude choice of clothing which is far from decent.

Bright pink, Bright Purple, and Bright Green clothes with torn designs, flashy big chains, and huge stone decorations. Just what the hell!

How the hell did he expect Inti or whatever to accept him? Just the clothing style is enough to irritate one, ah!

Unfortunately, the previous Bidziil believed that if he was dressed in flashy styles, no matter how far he was or how dark the vicinity was, Inti would recognize him among a million people. How incredible!

Unexpectedly, he didn't realize that it was one of the reasons Inti took a great dislike to him.

Suppressing his urge to curse loudly, Bidziil went through the whole closet before he finally found a decent white t-shirt with blue jeans but with huge stone decorations.

Bidziil rubbed his forehead and stared at his flashy self through the full mirror.

The pale boy was dressed in a white t-shirt that fell to his thighs and skin-clinging jeans that not only highlighted his skin tone but revealed his body shape.

"Annoying, but I'll manage it for now." He muttered to himself and picked up his phone and wallet before he left the room.

With the fingerprint scan, he was able to unlock the phone, change the phone lock, and open the banking app. However, he was a little shocked by the previous host's account balance.

According to the price tag he had seen in the clothes, the price in Bidziil's account wasn't enough to buy one expensive shirt.

Bidziil only had 509 country X money in his account. Just what kind of spendthrift is this person?

Bidziil huffed. Now that he has this genius brain of his, it's only a short while for him to become the popular BZ he was. He can't wait to dominate Country X.

Bidziil's lips curved up in a devious arc. Since there's no Oswald here to suppress him, Bidziil will use the advantage of that jerk's absence to be the famous person here. Famous enough that all the beautiful sisters will be throwing themselves and stripping themselves to seduce him. Maybe transmigrating was not a bad thing after all.

Using the previous host's memories, Bidziil walked down the stairs and began to go through the chats. It was nice to see that the boy still has a modest relationship with others except that he was Inti-addicted.

Bidziil is such an interesting stalker that had a lot of Inti files but Bidziil wasn't interested in breaching that part of Bidziil's privacy, so he didn't check it out.

Bidziil harrumphed and reverted to his cold face. He walked toward a sofa in the living room, sat down, and crossed his legs, "Get me my favorite coffee. And Liam, where's my docum…"

One of the maids came forward with a stunned expression, "Good morning, young master, may I ask what you mean by your favorite coffee? Do you forget that you don't like coffee because it's too bitter?" The maid interrupted, making Bidziil freeze.

Subconsciously, Bidziil had reverted to his usual schedule of drinking coffee and going through his work documents before leaving for the company.

"I. Um. I was just..." Before Bidziil could complete his words, an amazed Warrick entered the living room.

"No need. Quickly go." Bidziil waved the stunned nanny away. After all, he wasn't the real Bidziil, and he doesn't know much about Bidziil because the boy's memories weren't revealed to him fully.

While Bidziil was lost in thoughts, a stunned Warrick was eyeing Bidziil with astonishment.

Warrick had been the one to give Bidziil the custom-made white shirt on his birthday with the hope that Bidziil's taste would change little by little, only for Bidziil to throw the clothes into the deepest part of the closet while swearing not to wear it because he knew what Warrick had in mind.

"Did you lose your mind?" A shocked Warrick asked because Bidziil had never been the type to dress casually like that.

Not only will Bidziil dress shabbily, but he'll also leave his mixture of red, green, and blonde hair scattered, making the total him nothing less than an eyesore, so seeing him dressed neatly amazed him.

Why exaggerate? Bidziil huffed and gave this elder brother of his a disdainful gaze before he walked toward the dining room.

Augustus and Lucinda were at the table already, awaiting their kids when the humble Bidziil entered the dining room.

"Fuck. Is our silly friend normal anymore?" Kendrick, Caesar, and Stark eyed Bidziil with bewilderment.

Bidziil (...)

'It's you that's silly. It's your whole family, that's not normal.'

Bidziil pursed his lips grudgingly and went toward the dining chair but before sitting he bowed to the Jenson's couple politely. "Good morning, mom and dad." Bidziil greeted and sat down. Yes, Bidziil has manners.

Immediately, tears welled up in Lucinda's eyes. "Finally. Our son seemed to have changed for good." She cried out while Augustus cleaned her tears gently with a kerchief he took out of his pocket.

Bidziil (...)

F***. Am I running out of character already? He touched his nose and soliloquized.

"Honey, do you think we should do a total examination for him? He doesn't seem like his normal self." Augustus whispered, but his deep voice was clearly heard in the dining room.

Bidziil (...) It seems he was wrong, this family is used to the sadistic behavior of their child. Bidzill touched his chin thinking if he needed to adopt the…

"What are you saying? My boy is perfectly normal." Lucinda quickly defended herself like a mother hen.

Bidzill sighed in relief. It seems he won't need to adopt an eyesore behavior. This transmigration is beginning to suit him.

However, he had yet to snap out of it when a heavy smack fell on his head. Bidziil puffed his cheeks and glared at Warrick.

Warrick playfully and endearingly rubbed Bidziil's head, "Little brother, you amazed everyone. Big brother will be satisfied by the change."

"I have another big brother?"

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"Let's go into that mall."

Before Bidziil knew it, a cold-faced Stark who doesn't need to exert his strength, easily pulled Bidziil into a higher-end shopping mall at the center of the street.

"Haha. Look at it. That person is back to pick up a crude choice again. This is my fifth time coming across him. Such a spendthrift." The beautiful teenager's lips were puckered as she applied a red lipstick to her big lips, talking to her female friend.

"He's a student at our school. He's known for shamelessly running after a man and even promised to make him bent a few days ago. How insane!" The female friend clicked her tongue while checking herself out in the mirror.

"Just staring at him is enough to make one know he's not in his right mind ah." The teenager finalized.

"Well, is that so?" A boy in his teens suddenly appeared before the girls, almost making them yell in shock. After all, they had been talking about Bidziil behind his back.

The boy's lips curled up with a sinister grin. His gaze was firm on Bidziil who had just entered the mall.

Bidziil was shocked by the department that Caesar pulled him to. He suddenly glared at Caesar looking like a raging hamster, and he began to scold Caes… ahem his three friends.

"You must have been the one to bring Bidziil here, aren't you? Let me tell you, this young master's taste had changed, and starting from now, styles like this would be ignored by me. Take me to the normal section quickly."

Before Caesar could give Bidziil a reply, a wicked leg suddenly stretched toward Bidziil's path, making him almost trip and fall if it wasn't for Caesar who grabbed him by the waist to support him.

"Are you okay?" Caesar asked. His voice was deep and cold, contrasting his scholarly expression.

Bidziil's ears turned red due to embarrassment, and he quickly pushed Caesar away. "Ahem. Thank you." While he was inwardly scolding this body for being so weak

Caesar waved his hand, his gaze deep. "It's…"

"Oi. Purposely tripping on me in broad daylight to attract my attention. So bad I'm not interested in gays like you." Surprisingly, the voice belongs to the male teenager earlier. The boy was dressed in a suit donning a wicked smile on his face as if he wanted to cause trouble.

Kendrick's expression changed. He was about to give the boy the piece of his mind but Bidziil grabbed his hand, putting a stop to it.

Bidziil's lips formed into a wicked grin. Ah. It seems that he had transmigrated into one stupid transmigration novel, or why is it that it was a face-slapping scene he came across the minute he was out of the house? Would he come across the male lead later?

Bidziil casually took a glance at his back as if he was wondering who the boy was talking to in the room filled with people. Chuckling, he retorted: "Who's gay?"

The boy was stunned by Bidziil's retort. After all, he expected Bidziil to sneer and cause trouble that would make everyone disgusted with Bidziil. Surprisingly, Bidziil only gave him a calm retort which made him look innocent. "Obviously, it's you. Chasing after a man all day."

Going against the normal tradition of bickering and arrogant face-slapping, Bidziil continued lazily. "Are you jealous?"

The man was continuously stumped by Bidziil's weird question. He couldn't help yelling. "What?"

Now people were attracted to their little dispute, and they were staring at the young man like a jerk

"You looked uglier than a 100-year-old man in this person's eyes. Not only do you look ugly, but you also spit baseless information. Aiya. So irritating. Just staring at you makes me want to puke. Caesar, we need to go. I need to wash my eyes with disinfectant. Let's go. He doesn't even know who a straight and gay person is."

At an office close to the section Bidziil was, stood a man in suit with a well-proportioned body and tall figure.

A man in his early forties bowed to the man nervously. "Boss, I'm sorry. I'll clear them out." He said and turned to leave, but the man suddenly lifted his hand, stopping the middle-aged man.

The tall man's eyes were filled with complex emotions, "Interesting. I didn't expect Warrick's brother to be this type of person. I guess rumors are lies after all."

The middle-aged man was stunned. After all, his boss hardly praises people, "Boss?"

The man's expression returned to calm, "Let's leave."

"Don't you plan to buy anything for Miss…"

"No need."