As Cannon Fodder

Wen Shuang did not sleep well. In his haze, he heard the sound of running water. Had someone forgotten to turn it off after showering?

Unaccustomed to wasting things, Wen Shuang forced his eyes open and instinctively lifted the blanket. It felt slightly cool, like fine silk, but he remembered that his own blanket was pure cotton and very comfortable to lie on.

Wen Shuang was highly sensitive to subtle changes. His muddled brain cleared in an instant.

But it froze up again less than a second later.

Where was this...?

The distinctly black-mamba-style decor, with dark colors taking up nearly his entire field of vision, was far too unfamiliar to Wen Shuang, who loved bright colors. He blankly surveyed his surroundings while viciously pinching his thigh.

It hurt!

Just as Wen Shuang's soul was about to turn into a wisp of smoke and drift out of his mouth, a ringtone exploded.

It was not his phone, but it was right beside him. Wen Shuang inevitably caught sight of the name on the screen—Cao Nanyu. Yu! When Wen Shuang had reached this part of the novel, he had even gone online to look it up.

If everything just now had felt like a dream, then seeing that name was like being struck by lightning.

If his guess was right... he had transmigrated into a novel called The Little Misfit Has Springtime, about how the protagonist Lu Li went from being a poor little misfit constantly bullied by others... to being the one and only little misfit of Zheng Yuanfei, the official top! That was right, the "springtime" in the title referred to Zheng Yuanfei!

After Lu Li met Zheng Yuanfei, he no longer had any career storyline. He was constantly framed and rescued by Zheng Yuanfei, thrown into danger and rescued by Zheng Yuanfei, left hanging by a thread and rescued by Zheng Yuanfei. Wen Shuang had gone from staring at it like that old man on the subway looking at his phone.jpg to being utterly expressionless. Whenever Lu Li ran into trouble, he knew it was coming! Zheng Yuanfei was charging over with a thirty-meter blade!

Logically speaking, there was nothing worth reading in a book with such terrible plot and clichéd characters. But Wen Shuang had a habit: once he started something, he had to finish it. By the time he was done, he felt like his brain had melted away.

And Cao Nanyu was the assistant of Xuan Zhe, the second male lead. Xuan Zhe's characterization in the original novel also took an incredibly stiff turn. He had started out as a perfectly good domineering CEO, a Long Aotian type, but the moment he saw Lu Li, it was as though his Ren and Du meridians had been opened. He shamelessly clung to him, and the comments were full of curses. Wen Shuang had contributed his share too: Snowflake, charging bravely into the world!

So where had the plot reached now? And who was he? Trembling with fear, Wen Shuang climbed out of bed and rushed to the full-length mirror by the door.

One look was all it took for his heart to go cold.

This body's appearance was seventy or eighty percent similar to his own. The only difference was a red mole on the lobe of his right ear, "like a fine red pearl set there, making his entire person all the more breathtakingly gorgeous when he smiled." There had only been one person described like that in the original novel—someone readers had called a scheming bitch and a fake innocent from the moment he appeared, someone who truly acted ruthlessly and was extremely vain... cannon fodder!

He even seemed to share Wen Shuang's name! Wen Shuang clutched his chest. Thinking of this cannon fodder's "glorious achievements" and eventual fate, he nearly screamed.

And now should be the scene where cannon fodder Wen Shuang stole the black card of Xuan Zhe's friend and sneaked into a hotel to seduce Xuan Zhe!

Ridiculous! Xuan Zhe was the president of the country's largest entertainment company. How had the original owner gotten in by himself?! Where were the bodyguards?! The author truly had no regard for logic when it came to advancing the plot.

Forget it, of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was best! Wen Shuang had already grabbed the doorknob when he suddenly realized he was wearing only a pair of underwear. Cannon fodder had definitely stripped down for the sake of seducing Xuan Zhe, but fortunately, he was still half-concealed behind a pipa rather than appearing fully censored.

The sound of water from the bathroom continued. Without a doubt, Xuan Zhe was inside. Like a thief, Wen Shuang darted back to the bed at top speed, grabbed the clothes off the floor and threw them on haphazardly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a phone where he had just been lying. It might have been his. Wen Shuang tried unlocking it with his fingerprint, and to his surprise, it worked. He snatched it up and bolted for the door!

Life or death!

But cannon fodder had a cannon fodder script. Just as Wen Shuang stood one step from the door, about to escape into the light of day, the sound of water stopped.

Click—

The bathroom door opened a crack. Through the mist, he could vaguely see an arm with sleek, beautiful muscle lines. That direction faced the door directly. If Wen Shuang went over now, he would definitely be discovered!

Yet the enormous bedroom contained only one bed, with nowhere to hide. In that flash of a moment, Wen Shuang's heart leaped into his throat. A suit hung on the wall beside him, surrounded by a ring of greenery. Gritting his teeth, Wen Shuang slipped behind the suit and became a human clothes rack.

Almost the instant he hid himself, Xuan Zhe came out.

The footsteps were exceptionally steady. From the corner of his eye, Wen Shuang saw a white bath towel swaying back and forth. The other man was probably drying his hair. Good, just keep walking forward. A real man never looked back!

Xuan Zhe did not look back. He merely reached out and took down the suit.

The weight on his face vanished, and Wen Shuang's eyes flew wide.

If the King of Hell wanted him dead at midnight, he would hammer his way through until dawn! No matter what, the plot still had to proceed.