So-called Inti

Bidziil opened his eyes and met himself in the teenage room once more, and he let out a distressed sigh.

He stared at his pale hand, and he finally understood what had happened to him.

Obviously, Bidziil had transmigrated into another teenager's body who was living in another world and was named Bidzill like him.

 Although Bidziil wasn't the type to read novels, he had read a few web novels before the national competition because web novels were one of the things trending.

Back then, Bidziil wanted to create things that were related to the trending things, so he did full research. And so he came across transmigration.

Reading it made Bidziil understand that there was always a reason for a character to transmigrate, but what he had yet to understand was the reason behind his transmigration.

After all, he was fine the night before. Maybe not so fine since he failed to win the competition. Ah!!

Bidziil pursed his pink lips tearfully and grudgingly upon remembering those ugly memories.

After having the second position. At least let him receive the award he had yearned for. But no, he had to transmigrate. He had to f****g transmigrate!

And that damn Oswald must be happy for winning and eliminating him, but how can he have ended up so embarrassing?

Bidziil doesn't even want to think about what will make the headlines back in his world. So embarrassing!

Bidziil couldn't help but wonder what that stinky archfoe of his would think or say.

After all, Oswald always had a faint lip curl and a mock smile on his face whenever Oswald won, and now that Bidziil ended up so... Bidziil bowed his head unhappily. He doesn't even want to think about such a humiliating end.

"Oh, my poor baby." Lucinda hugged Bidziil sadly and placed her hand on his forehead. "The doctor said you lost your memory." She began to fuss over Bidziil, making him pause.

Bidziil, who was originally annoyed by how everything played out, finds himself unable to accept everything quickly, including the original host's parents.

"Hm, I understand. I would like to have a rest, please." Bidziil muttered, but his tone was firm, which made Lucinda stare at him worriedly, but he closed his eyes, deciding not to pay any attention to her.

Bidziil began to go through the boy's memories, and he almost lost it. He couldn't believe that he would be attending high school again.

Bidziil hated high school; all he wanted was to work as the top CEO of his company!

Not to mention that the host of this body had a bad character and was a dullard. Yes, he always took the last position, which made Bidziil frustrated. That Bidziil was the total opposite of him!

How the hell do all the leads in novels quickly cope with transmigration? Because he can't. He couldn't even get over the fact that he had to leave his precious BZ, which made him sulk.

The door was suddenly kicked open from outside, and a bulky teen who dressed and looked like a gangster came into the room.

Accompanying the boy were two others who were dressed in the same style; they had headphones placed on their necks.

Kendrick squinted at Bidziil, who was staring at him coldly. "Eh! I heard you really lost your memory. Young Master Bidziil, we all understand you like no one else. The four of us knew that you were pretending to have amnesia because your young master Inti, rejected you. Now let us in on the plan." Kendrick grinned and sat on the bed with extreme familiarity.

He threw his hand on Bidziil's shoulder with familiarity and said, "Just tell us when your love for young master Inti grew so much that you dared to proclaim to the whole world that you loved him and would make him like you in less than three months." Kendrick stared at Bidziil eagerly, as if waiting for Bidziil to quickly spill all they didn't know.

"Who are you?" Bidziil spat out coldly.

Bidziil, who was having a dull headache, became more irritated due to the presence of the three. Even though he already knew that they were friends of Bidziil, he was too irritated to acknowledge them.

Besides, he was already labeled as an amnesiac patient, so if he received them with extreme familiarity, people would suspect that he was lying.

"And who's the so-called Inti? Don't hide anything from me." He spat out coldly, which shocked the three who had just come in. The three exchanged short gazes in bewilderment.

One of them, who had the coldest face, walked forward and suddenly flicked Bidziil's head with cruelty.

"Ouch." Bidziil's face scrunched up into a furious frown. What is with these people and hitting innocent people like him? He'd rather have a competition with Oswald. Sorry, slip of the tongue.

"So, you're not lying," Stark asked in a freezing tone after observing Bidziil's expression. He turned to the other two. "He seems to have lost his memories." He declared, and the other two nodded in agreement.

Bidziil's lips twitched. Feeling that the people in this world are crazy. If not, how will flicking his head conclude that he has really lost his memory?

"Well, I'll explain it to you." The third one, who had kept quiet all along, spoke up.

Compared to the bulky and cold guy, this person looks gentle and frail, like a scholar, but Bidziil knew he was far from it. After all, Bidziil had gone through the host's memories.

"I am Caesar." The guy identified himself and pointed at the other two, "Kendrick and Stark. We've been friends since kindergarten." He explained.

"Nice meeting you." Bidziil deadpanned, only to receive a smack on the head from Kendrick. "I swear if you touch a hair of mine again, I'll whack you to death." An infuriated Bidziil yelled and glared at them.

The three finally laughed, saying, "That's how we greet each other, not that foreign word." Caesar explained calmly.

Bidziil glared at them and covered himself with a blanket. "Explain everything to this young master and quickly scram." Bidziil's brows were furrowed, his lips in a straight line.

Even though he was on the bed, the aura emanating from him was fierce.

The three exchanged gazes, and they arched their brows at Bidziil. A word was written on their faces: interesting.

However, they didn't cause any more trouble, and Caesar began to explain everything to him.

Young master Inti is rumored to be the son of the mysterious and wealthiest family in the country.

With a tall figure and well-proportioned body that has muscle in the right place, a cold and devilishly handsome face that puts an Adonis to shame, a wealthy pocket, a strong and mysterious background, and a high IQ, he was the choice of every female and the role model of the male. Including the choice of parents and teachers.

The original host and Bidziil met when they were seven years old, and ever since then, the host of the body has begun to stalk and chase after Inti shamelessly, even doing embarrassing things in the process without minding the consequences.

Unfortunately, that person was cold, indifferent, and ruthless and never paid Bidziil attention.

Until that interesting night when Bidziil suddenly declared his love for Inti to the world, shocking everyone. Even his friends still don't know what pushed him to suddenly announce his love.

Unfortunately for Bidziil, that indifferent person, without battling his eyes, calmly rejected him in the presence of the whole crowd and told Bidziil there was no way he'd be interested in someone like Bidziil in his lifetime.

The furious and heartbroken Bidziil had drunk himself into a stupor and returned home. And when he opened his eyes, another Bidziil had taken over.

"Heartless. Simply unfeeling. Bidziil is so pitiful, and Inti is the jerk." Bidziil spat out while wrapping the surrounding blanket tighter.

Even though Bidziil knew he was talking nonsense and would reject such a sort of crazy advance in his real world, it would simply tarnish his name if he mentioned that he was the jerk after listening to such stories.

Stark snorted at Bidziil. "Are you pitying yourself? Would you like to continue from where you stopped last night?"

"Nonsense!" Bidziil interrupted, his face reddened in anger. "Why will I chase that jerk?" He sat up on the bed and glared at Stark, who was talking nonsense.

After all, no matter how outstanding that nonsense Inti person is, this young master knows his sexuality, and he is very straight.

And till the end of his lifetime, Bidziil would keep on treading that straight path.

"Whether there is a young master Inti or not, just know that I love girls and I have zero affection for males." He simply clarified and lay on the bed again.

After all, the current host was an innocent person, and he couldn't let the previous host's actions give him a gay tag.

Besides, Bidziil still wanted those hot and cute sisters to pursue him. Also, he'd like to feel a lot of the sisters' soft bodies.

In his previous life, Bidziil had strict parents and naturally had no time to date.

And when he grew up, he had to take care of his image as BZ and battle his arch-foe, giving him no time to date until he died.

And now that Bidziil has transmigrated, he'll undoubtedly not waste this chance to have fun.

"You like girls?" Kendrick eyed Bidziil, astonishment and disbelief filling his eyes. He couldn't believe that a sudden amnesiac would straighten someone. "Didn't you claim to be bent for Inti? You even swore that he'd be the only one to claim you?"

Upon hearing that he was bent for Inti, Bidziil became so annoyed that he didn't even have the mind to listen to the other sentence.

"Nonsense. I'm not bent. It's just the old me being so stupid. I'm not stupid; I'm just being childish. Tell everyone I like girls, cute ones with waist-length hair, not those hard bodies of men." He revealed, in a sincere tone while faking a shiver.

This face of his looked gorgeous except that the original host had always worn flaunting clothes and dyed his hair a rainbow, making him look more horrific than attractive.

 What if, due to the previous host's words, Bidziil ended up attracting men like him? Bidziil shivered at the thoughts.

"And your confession?" Caesar arched his brows.

Bidziil waved his hand lazily and said, "Tell them this young master was playing a game of truth and dare with his friends. And you, Caesar, dared me to confess to Inti, nothing more." He spat it out.

"..."

The three exchanged another deep look with themselves. This time, no one knows the meaning behind their gaze except the three.

"Okay."

"Find this young master something to eat and scram." Bidziil spat out, and the three nodded nonchalantly. However, before they could follow his order, Bidziil yelled. "Stop!"

For a monotone person like Bidziil, seeing how the original does, irritated him a lot, and as the new host, he had to fix many of those eyesores. "I need to get some clothes tomorrow. Come with me."