Love at First Sight

Author's note:

Hello, my dear new and old readers. I'm your Yu (resting my chin on my hand and handing you all a flower).

Welcome to my new story. It's a love-at-first-sight trope: the bottom is homophobic but actually deeply closeted, while the top has a screw loose—a white lotus drama queen, an idiot, and schizophrenic. Strong top, strong bottom, two great beauties falling in love. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Warnings:

1. Explanation: "flat-chested weak bottom" is an attribute from old-school danmei novels. It means weak and feminine, not like a proper man.

2. My writing style is awkward and goofy, so please, please don't scold me. I'm kowtowing to wish you all a happy New Year~

3. Short-tempered straight-man bottom & white lotus green-tea top. The top is just that lotus-like and idiotic, and he often acts like a fool. If you find it disgusting, don't force yourself to read it. I can't take getting flooded with negative reviews.

Promise me this: just have fun reading. If this one doesn't suit your taste, let's switch to something else. There are so many god-tier authors writing on Jinjiang. Don't scold me with such genuine emotion. Everything in this story is fictional, so don't get angry over paper people. The author is soft, cute, and sweet. Mwah.

Let me promote my pre-order. If you like it, please add it to your collection. I'll start it when the time feels right~~

"I'm Not Mentally Ill, I'm an Interstellar Soldier King"

Name: Chu Tingchen.

Identity: The male protagonist of a YY face-slapping power-fantasy novel on Punctuation Novel Network.

Occupation: Interstellar Soldier King.

Proficient in combat across mountains, polar regions, deserts, jungles, islands, and more. Skilled in the use of all kinds of interstellar weapons, including BKs, Gatling guns, quantum particle cannons, and so on.

Living amid blades stained with blood was Chu Tingchen's normal state; showing off and slapping faces was the main thread running through his entire life. Until one day, while crawling and fighting through a hail of bullets, Chu Tingchen crossed into the real world with a BK and a sniper rifle on his back, utterly bewildered.

"Following a report, you have been found in possession of illegal prohibited firearms. Please come with us."

"You are an unregistered resident and accessed the internet without an ID. Please come with us."

"Although you killed a major drug lord in the Silver Triangle, you smuggled yourself in there. Please come with me."

After being arrested once again, the person in charge looked at that handsome, cold face and sighed helplessly. "Why is it you again and again and again? Have you finished the medicine we prescribed last time?"

Chu Tingchen said, "I'm not mentally ill. I'm an interstellar soldier king, code name Wolverine."

Lofty, ancient mountains rose and fell in endless succession.

Layer upon layer of emerald peaks stood wreathed in clouds and mist, like an exquisite ink-wash landscape.

At a cold pool deep in the mountains, the water was crystal clear and rich with spiritual energy. A handsome man with long, narrow, slightly upturned eyes sat cross-legged within it. He seemed to have encountered something beyond the understanding of a handsome young man, and an incredulous expression had appeared on his bold, flamboyant, beautiful face.

Chu Zeming opened his eyes, slowly closed them, opened them again, then closed them again.

After repeating this two or three times, he sucked in a sharp breath.

Fuck, he had really transmigrated.

The memories in his mind did not belong to him. The face reflected in the pool did not belong to him. Even the rumpled clothes scattered carelessly beside the cold pool clearly did not belong to him.

Chu Zeming had been a million-dollar stock market trader who had worked overtime for several nights in a row until he dropped dead from exhaustion.

For some reason, when he woke up, he had entered this body.

The original owner shared Chu Zeming's name and surname, had eight-pack abs, and looked fairly good. But Chu Zeming could not be happy, because the novel he had transmigrated into was a gay novel, and the person he had become was a huge gay man in that gay novel.

Chu Zeming looked around. Other than himself, there was no one else.

In a low voice, Chu Zeming tested, "Hello? Is the original owner still here? Do you still want your body?"

All was silent. No one answered.

He had called into loneliness.

Chu Zeming was thoroughly disappointed.

The soul in this body had died while bathing, and he had taken over the body.

Chu Zeming stood up from the water, droplets rolling down his two long, straight thighs.

Feeling an altitude he had never experienced in his previous life, Chu Zeming realized that he was an unparalleled top with a supermodel body.

Pah!

He was not gay, so why the hell was he calling himself an unparalleled top?!

Piece by piece, Chu Zeming awkwardly put on his clothes. Following the original owner's memories, he headed toward his residence with an extremely foul expression.

At this moment, Chu Zeming did not know whether he should thank the coworker who had forced him to finish that cultivation gay novel, allowing him to clearly understand his circumstances after transmigrating, or blame him for making him finish it. If not for that, perhaps he would not have transmigrated into such a huge gay man.

Still, it had given him a second life in the end, so Chu Zeming reluctantly forgave the coworker for force-feeding him shit.

Along the way, disciples of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect occasionally greeted Chu Zeming. With a long face and foul mood, Chu Zeming ignored every one of them.

Thus, some disciples began whispering among themselves.

"Senior Brother has always been so arrogant and dismissive."

"He's just relying on his high talent and favor."

"If my talent were as high as his, I'd hop everywhere instead of walk."

There were also face-lovers who did not mind their senior brother's temper.

"Senior Brother looks so cool and handsome even with that cold face!"

"He's so handsome I want to spread my legs and have his monkeys. Senior Brother, I can do it, I'm ready!"

Chu Zeming cast a low-pressure glance their way—

"Senior Brother looked at me! He looked at me!"

The male disciple who had wanted to have monkeys with him covered his face and squealed softly.

Chu Zeming felt his heart thump violently, as if he were having a myocardial infarction.

—This fucking gay-novel world.

The original Chu Zeming was the senior brother of the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect. Gifted beyond measure and born with exceptional bones, he had broken through to the Jindan Stage at only twenty-three, becoming the undisputed number one among the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect's younger generation—the beloved child of heaven, favored by immense fate.

Unfortunately, he was gay.

He had fallen in love with a man who had a big dick just like his, and in the end, he had fallen into demonic cultivation for love, his hands steeped in blood as he ruined his bright future.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he shut out everyone's gazes beyond the residence. Chu Zeming sat on his cold jade bed and began considering his next move.

It had been so disgusting that, if not for his coworker's threats and temptations, he never would have finished that melodramatic sweet cultivation novel called "Master Above, Me Below."

The male protagonist, Yue Lian, was a flat-chested weak-bottom Mary Sue. Rather than cultivate properly, he indulged in romance. He was lazy as hell, living a life of effortless wins, and used his face and universal-heartthrob halo to gain a crowd of admirers and pursuers. Among his strongest rivals were his master Ling Yunzi and Senior Brother Chu Zeming.

One could tell from the novel's title that Master Ling Yunzi was the official spouse, while Senior Brother Chu Zeming was merely a major villain who went mad for the protagonist, went wild for the protagonist, and died a miserable death for the protagonist.

Chu Zeming's expression darkened.

He was a bloody iron-blooded tough guy, a steel-straight man, and—homophobic.

Falling in love with a Mary Sue man was impossible. Since he had taken over this body, his goal from now on would no longer be gay romance, but the stars and the sea.

Letting out a deep breath, Chu Zeming closed his eyes and began to inspect his inner spiritual palace, drawing in breath and expelling breath.

He had to become familiar with this body as quickly as possible.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Come out quickly!"

All of a sudden, a man's voice rose outside the residence, interrupting Chu Zeming's cultivation. Chu Zeming knew that voice well. It belonged to Ling Yunzi's third disciple, the original Chu Zeming's fellow disciple—Ning Weiyu.

Chu Zeming's eyelid twitched.

He wanted to pretend he was not there.

He had been inside the novel for less than an hour, and Chu Zeming's emotions had yet to settle. To avoid giving himself away, he did not want to come into contact with any of the original owner's social circle for the moment.

Ning Weiyu shouted, "Senior Brother! Eldest Senior Brother! They all saw you come back just now! Stop hiding inside without making a sound—I know you're home!"

Chu Zeming continued playing dead.

The voice outside persisted. "Eldest Senior Brother, what are you doing in there? Could you be doing something shameful and be afraid I'll find out? Why are you acting so strange today? Usually, you open the door as soon as I call!"

The residence gates suddenly flew open.

Chu Zeming emerged with a dark face.

"What's strange?" Chu Zeming looked down at Ning Weiyu, his gaze exceedingly dangerous.

It seemed that if Ning Weiyu uttered even one word, Chu Zeming would kill him on the spot.

Ning Weiyu could not help shuddering. "...N-no, nothing is strange. Senior Brother is... is very handsome today too, haha."

Chu Zeming's expression improved slightly.

Ning Weiyu sighed in relief.

That had scared him to death.

Ning Weiyu cautiously raised his head. Looking at his seemingly unhappy senior brother, he asked, "Master recently picked up a new disciple and brought him back to the sect. Today, there's an apprenticeship ceremony at the training ground. I heard the new junior brother is incredibly beautiful. Senior Brother, do you want to come watch the excitement with me?"

Chu Zeming froze.

Today was the day that beauty who could topple nations entered the sect??

After standing there and weighing it for a while, Chu Zeming spoke with a grave expression. "Let's go take a look."

Though he had no interest in men, Chu Zeming was somewhat curious about what kind of celestial face that protagonist bottom, whom everyone in the book went mad over, actually had.

Written descriptions always felt dry and lifeless. Chu Zeming lacked imagination; when he had read the novel, he had thought about it for days yet still could not figure out exactly how enchanting he was.

The training ground was packed with people, immortal aura gathering in the air.

There were simply too many people. Ning Weiyu stood on tiptoe and craned his neck to look upward, but he could never see the new junior brother on the high platform clearly. Still on tiptoe, he asked, "Senior Brother, can you see him? Is Junior Brother good-looking?"

The person beside him gave a nasal hum.

It was impossible to tell whether he was answering the first question or the second.

Chu Zeming stood amid the crowd. With his supermodel height and otherworldly bearing, he stood out like a crane among chickens. His gaze crossed the sea of people and landed on the clear-eyed new junior brother atop the platform ahead—

The beauty wore white robes, pure and transcendent, beautiful without being gaudy. He was like the world's purest holy son. His clear eyes were more stirring than snowy mountains, as though he had been born to be cherished and protected in someone's palm.

All the surrounding disciples marveled at Yue Lian's pure, moving, sacred beauty.

Chu Zeming stared fixedly at the graceful figure on the platform. At this moment, his mind was completely blank.

A feeling he had never experienced in his previous life filled his entire being. Vaguely, an emotion in his mind was like floodwaters bursting through a dike, about to spread in wild, boundless torrents—love had arrived.

Chu Zeming's eyes began moving beyond his control, his gaze almost sticking to Yue Lian. His heart began pounding uncontrollably, and Chu Zeming felt so agitated that he was almost unable to breathe.

Perhaps Chu Zeming's gaze was too intense.

On the high platform, the devastatingly beautiful junior brother in white seemed to sense it and looked toward Chu Zeming. Amid the crowd, a proud, flamboyant face that stood head and shoulders above the rest seemed lit by a spotlight, abruptly crashing straight into Yue Lian's eyes.

That man's features were bold and uninhibited, very beautiful—a beauty with an intensely aggressive edge.

Graceful and outstanding, a crane among chickens, he was now looking through the sea of people straight at him—

Their gazes met in an instant.

Yue Lian suddenly felt as though an arrow had struck his heart.

Yue Lian stared fixedly at Chu Zeming, light glimmering faintly in his clear eyes.

—Thump, thump.

Yue Lian's eyes shimmered as he looked at the man in the center of the crowd. His beautiful, well-defined hand slowly covered the place above his heart.

This was a gaze-lock brimming with passion.

All of a sudden, Ning Weiyu excitedly whispered, "Ah, I can see him! Senior Brother, look, Junior Brother is looking at me! He's so beautiful, and his eyes are so clean and clear."

Chu Zeming's thoughts instantly broke free from their possessed state. His face immediately filled with horror, his scalp tingled, and his heart thumped violently—

Fuck, what had he just been thinking??

So disgusting!!!

Forcing his eyes under control, Chu Zeming shifted his gaze away from Yue Lian ahead. Ignoring Ning Weiyu's delighted cry, he flicked his sleeve with a dark face and left the training ground.

Only after getting away from the protagonist bottom did that uncontrollable Heart-Movement finally subside somewhat.

Chu Zeming was secretly afraid.

Clearly, the will of the world was forcing him into gay romance. If his resolve had not been firm, he would have fallen on the spot.

Thinking of that gaze they had just exchanged, goosebumps rose all over Chu Zeming's body.

After regaining his composure, Chu Zeming did not immediately return to his residence. Instead, he headed toward the Scripture Pavilion.

Though he had read the novel before, its content was limited and had only revealed a small part of the worldbuilding. If he truly wanted to understand the cultivation world, he still needed to read the ancient texts in the Scripture Pavilion.

The cultivation world's script looked very much like traditional Chinese characters, yet Chu Zeming could not understand a single one.

Aside from the writing, difficult and complex symbols were often mixed in as well.

"Xuan... Xuan what continent compi... lation... year... history..."

Deep furrows formed between the brows of Chu Zeming's boldly handsome face. He muttered each character one by one, extremely slowly, getting stuck every few seconds. He had to think for a long, long time before he could barely recognize a character through the original owner's memories.

—At that moment, Mr. Chu, who had received an elite education at a top university, discovered the fact that he had become illiterate.