Chapter 1

"The Vicious Cannon Fodder, But a Contemporary College Student" by Shu Ke [Completed]

Synopsis:

Shi Jihan transmigrated into a world fused from three books, where he was the vicious cannon fodder repeatedly exploited and dealt a miserable end, and he was also bound to a shady newborn system.

Shi Jihan: .

Three books, no matter how they fuse, they've all got face.:)

In the first book, he would fight his eldest brother for the family fortune.

At a banquet, a drunk Shi Jihan openly expressed his dissatisfaction with his eldest brother, threatening to teach him a lesson.

The crowd watched with amused mockery, viewing him as a clown jumping up and down, completely unaware of his own limits.

The eldest brother of the Shi Family waved away the others who tried to stop him, asking in a cold voice, "Is that so? Then what do you plan to do?"

A drunken Shi Jihan wrung his brains, coming up with the most vicious punishment: "I'm going to make him lower the plagiarism check rate on all my final term papers to ten percent!"

The eldest brother of the Shi Family: "..."

Now tell me if that's vicious or not!

Proudly puffing out chest.jpg

In the second book, Shi Jihan fought his second brother for a lover, using all sorts of flirtations and temptations.

He closed the door, pressing step-by-step on his second brother-in-law inside the room: "Let's play something exciting tonight, it'll definitely get your blood pumping."

His second brother-in-law hid the disdain in his eyes, saying playfully, "Play what?"

Shi Jihan whipped out a copy of Selected 750 Problems in Advanced Mathematics.

Now tell me whether that's enough to send adrenaline soaring or not!

Shi Jihan and the system desperately tossed and turned through a wild hustle and bustle, the plot derailing past recognition.

One human and one system stared at the share-transfer agreement handed over by the eldest brother of the Shi Family, with a seven-figure monthly allowance transferred by the second brother lying in his phone, and wept while hugging each other's heads.

Shi Jihan wilted: "Our efforts were like a dog's fart."

The system comforted him: "Don't lose heart, Host, there's still one more!"

It didn't matter if everyone's character arcs collapsed; at least Zhou Jingcheng could still be salvaged.

In the original plot, the original host viewed Zhou Jingcheng with utter disfavor, cursing him as a disgusting dog.

Imitating the original host, Shi Jihan also racked his brains to humiliate Zhou Jingcheng, cornering him, looking down on him with lofty arrogance, and unleashing a torrent of harsh words.

Zhou Jingcheng lowered his gaze, raising an eyebrow: "Tell me first, if you're going to talk, just talk. Why are you stepping on a half-meter-tall stool?"

Shi Jihan's face flushed crimson all at once.

Commonly known as breaking defense.

Note: Not a normal brainless comedy, it really is a bit crazy. I wanted to write a normal one too, but as I wrote, I started losing my mind.

Content Tags: System, Transmigration, Hilarious, Brainless Comedy, Pampered Protagonist, Cannon Fodder

Search Keywords: Protagonist: Shi Jihan, Zhou Jingcheng ┃ Supporting Characters: ┃ Others: Pampered protagonist, Cannon fodder, Going crazy, Mental state of a contemporary college student

One-sentence Introduction: A breezy brainless comedy, have fun once

Concept: Even if everything is messed up, good things will still happen

Chapter 1

The smooth glass wall of the company reflected a blank face.

The brown-curly-haired young man stared blankly, suspected of having lost all strength and means.

Then he slowly raised a hand, covering his face to scream without a sound.

Who could understand! He had just pulled several all-nighters, sent a paper that synthesized the essence and turned it into dregs to his advisor's inbox, and prepared to sleep in pitch darkness. Tomorrow morning, he still had to write a summary material for the internship company.

The last scene before his eyes was clearly the 0.9-meter dormitory bed where even rolling over took effort.

As a result, the moment he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world where Jinjiang, Qidian, and CP three books were fused, and he was a vicious cannon fodder who was repeatedly exploited and met a miserable end.

Next, he would fight his eldest brother for the family property, only to make a fool of himself and become a laughingstock in the upper crust; he would try to win favor and seduce his second brother's lover, only to suffer brutal humiliation; and when he went against his sworn enemy by using every despicable means, he would be banished by the enraged opponent to Australia to wrestle kangaroos.

He had also bound a luminous Lurdan calling itself the newborn system, Zero-Zero-Zero.

Right now, that glowing Lurdan named Zero-Zero-Zero was flying around Shi Jihan, suddenly closing in on him.

The excessive light turned his vision stark white, as if he were seeing the heavenly sacred glow that only appeared when his advisor said, "If it still doesn't pass, your graduation will be delayed."

Shi Jihan painfully closed his eyes.

On his very first mission, Zero-Zero-Zero was wildly excited. We just need to follow the plot and continuously farm Malice Points. If you hit every plot point, I'll grant the host a second chance at life. Isn't that tempting? Hurry up and get moving—only three books! Host, don't be shy, charge in boldly!

He really wanted to shove this Lurdan into a bowl of instant noodles and slurp it down in two bites.

At that moment, Shi Jihan looked as despairing as a screaming chicken pinned to a barbecue grill, or a cat brought to the neutering table.

Three books, and he was still a shared cannon fodder!

Turns out being cannon fodder was just like being a corporate wage slave—racing wildly down the rat-race track without even the right to time off in lieu.

This gave Shi "prospective salaryman" Jihan, amid all his despair, a bizarre sense of kinship.

As if knowing his thoughts, the system shook its body and drew out its tone. After all, since you're already here—

Might as well make the most of everything.

Don't let any of this go to waste.

Shi Jihan seized on the crucial question. "Do I get a salary?"

Zero-Zero-Zero pondered. "Salary? Does a one-to-ten-thousand conversion rate of Malice Points to cash count? You can even take it back to your original world, letting you instantly become a multimillionaire."

Swiftly, Zero-Zero-Zero saw his host, who had previously been radiating the aura of the dead, suddenly revive with full HP, eyes glowing. "What's the next plot point? I'm clocking in right now!"

What was money? Some shameful, unmentionable thing.

He simply loved his job from the bottom of his heart.

Even the withered cowlick atop Shi Jihan's head perked up, shaking as its master strode into the Shi family's corporate headquarters with a swaggering, high-spirited march.

The Shi family's company was an international luxury goods conglomerate, occupying an entire industrial park in the downtown area with massive grounds. Right now, they were heading to the president's office on the twenty-fourth floor to get chewed out by the original body's eldest brother, Shi Bochuan.

This was because the original body had just botched a very important project, losing a crucial investor.

He walked in front, and Zero-Zero-Zero chased after him from behind.

Host, from now on we're partners! Do you want to give me a sweet, special nickname?

The Lurdan popped up pink bubbles.

Shi Jihan said, "Little Zero, how's that?"

A string of garbled code flashed across Zero-Zero-Zero. ...Not great!

"Then, how about naming you after the word for newborn?" Shi Jihan, who sucked at naming things, was thoroughly troubled. "Though I actually don't like cursing."

He paused and magnanimously added, "Of course, if you have that kind of hobby, I can satisfy you."

He'd thought AIs were either zeros or ones, but he never expected there'd be Ss and Ms.

Zero-Zero-Zero: ?

If I may ask?

After a long pause: ...You'd better just call me Zero-Zero-Zero.

Shi Jihan let out a meaningful oh, his fingers scratching his fair cheek.

Three zeros—you sure are asking for a lot.

He raised a hand and pressed the elevator button.

"Wait!"

A foot shot out to block the closing elevator doors, followed immediately by a body squeezing inside—as if that foot carried the desperate urgency of a forced march, determined to get inside and claim territory first.

"Th-Thanks—" The newcomer was holding a huge stack of items that blocked his vision. Once he saw clearly who had helped him press the open button, his face instantly flipped. "Shi Jihan? Why are you at the company again? Haven't you caused enough trouble for Brother Huai yet?"

The way the person glared at him resembled a fire-breathing baboon, his rapid-fire rhetorical questions coming like machine-gun rounds.

Shi Jihan: .

Having already familiarized himself with the plot, he naturally knew why.

After all, in this marriage-first, love-later book titled After Flash-Marrying the Cold, Arrogant President, he was the ultimate obstacle standing between the gong and shou, Shi Bochuan and Shen Qinghuai. As a fashion designer, half of Shen Qinghuai's career highlights had been sabotaged and ruined by him, and this project was no exception.

Hailing the slogan "I'm here to join this group, not to break it up," and parachuting into Shen Qinghuai's project team with Shi Bochuan's permission, Shi Jihan had transformed overnight from a well-behaved act to an influential dog, a slacking fish, a turtle pulling in its head, and a black sheep.

With his own sheer strength, he shouldered the species diversity of the entire project team.

For such a project team to suffer an untimely demise halfway through was simply the most normal thing in the world.

Shen Qinghuai's heart had turned ice-cold.

His status was already unworthy of Shi Bochuan, and his career had been smashed to pieces. His nominal husband was a heartless, frigid man without a mouth who didn't care about him at all.

Putting all these things together, it led to him proposing a divorce once the agreement ended.

Shi Bochuan happily scooped up three hundred thousand words of wife-chasing.

Crematorium.

And the macaque gentleman Xu Zhiman was a member of the protagonist group.

"Not talking?" Xu Zhiman rolled his eyes fiercely. "Finally realized you're in the wrong?"

Shi Jihan withdrew his gaze from his tall, heavy stack of fabrics and said slowly, "No. I was just thinking that with so much stuff, won't you get crushed into flat feet?"

The response he got was the abrupt, grating sound of grinding teeth: "Shi Jihan! Do you believe that I'll tell your big brother everything you've done in the project team and have him ruthlessly discipline you?"

The original body feared his older brother Shi Bochuan most.

This was also what Shi Jihan found puzzling: "So why have you guys kept holding it in without saying anything?"

Xu Zhiman found it hard to believe. Was this guy mocking him? Was he, was he really?

[Notification, Malice Points +1]

Shi Jihan was dumbfounded.

No, it could go up like this? He was just trying to chat with the other person.

This shattered his defenses just like that?

Zero-Zero-Zero was excited: [I knew it, Host, you're a natural-born talent!]

As the elevator doors opened, Xu Zhiman shoved past his path and stalked off in a rage.

Leaving behind only Shi Jihan, holding a freshly minted ten thousand yuan and unable to close his mouth from smiling: "Zero-Zero-Zero, please change the notifications to the Alipay payment arrival notification sound from now on."

Crisp, cheerful, nice-sounding, and auspicious.

Zero-Zero-Zero obediently "dinged."

This joy lasted until Shi Jihan knocked on the door of the president's office.

The two people in the room looked over in unison.

The smile instantly vanished from the corners of his mouth.

Uh, nobody told him Shen Qinghuai was here too.

Shi Jihan still felt some pressure acting in front of two people, so he immediately behaved, lowered his gaze submissively, and called out a polite "Big Brother, Brother Huai, hello." With both hands pressed tight against the seams of his trousers, he stood there looking just like a soldier.

Shen Qinghuai hadn't looked over that way even once since the initial glance upon walking in, afraid that one extra look would give the other an excuse to pick a fight. This brother-in-law was as industrious as an NPC handing out quests.