Please note: if this isn't your thing, don't read.
Transmigration into a novel, set in a modern city.
Two male leads. If this isn't your thing, don't read. Both are each other's first.
A sweet little story. Genuinely sweet.
The protagonists trust, understand, and respect each other absolutely.
0: One male lead is a laid-back slacker who seems timid but is strong and rational inside.
1: The other is a big-brother type who seems gentle and elegant but is ruthless inside.
Their ways of handling things are fairly realistic,
realistic,
realistic.
The one who appears early on is not the male lead, not the male lead. The other male lead appears later; his surname is Lin, and his full name is three characters long.
This is a relatively calm, even-tempered sort of novel.
The male lead of the "original novel," "A Love of Tormented Passion: My Lover," is the kind who spouts cringe-worthy domineering CEO lines. Just ignore him.
Please don't take the characters' behavior as a reflection of the author. Both my parents are alive and well.
September marked the start of the school year. Outside, the scent of osmanthus drifted through the air, and the streets bustled with people.
Bai Chen stared blankly at a fruit stall outside the car window. It wasn't that he hated starting school.
It was because today he would meet his two incredible roommates-the two protagonists.
That was right!
He had transmigrated into a novel!
And it was a melodramatic Mary Sue novel his own younger sister had written. He thought it was called "A Love of Tormented Passion: My Beloved" or something. He didn't know the plot, but the title alone told him it was no ordinary story.
Mostly, his sister was terrible at coming up with names, so she had simply used his name for a bit-part character-a college roommate.
Bai Chen was suffering.
He had arrived here only yesterday, and most of the original owner's memories had entered his head. What was more, this character had been modeled after him-a version that was his exact opposite.
Although he was only an insignificant supporting character, his family background was pretty good.
He wouldn't call them fabulously wealthy, but he could just about qualify as a minor rich kid. Both parents were alive, and he had an older brother and an older sister. The original owner was the youngest.
The original owner liked drinking all night and had drunk himself into alcohol poisoning last night. Bai Chen didn't know whether he had died, or whether he had transmigrated into Bai Chen's original body.
But Bai Chen had entered the original owner's body for no reason at all.
He hadn't been in a car accident or dropped dead. He had simply followed his usual daily routine. Who could have predicted that even this could land him in a novel?
This violated every rule of transmigration. It was against the rules!!
Thankfully, there was no damned system, or who knew how badly he would have been toyed with.
Today was the original owner's first day of school.
He sat in the back seat, drowsily watching the students and parents coming and going outside North District University as they arrived for the new term.
Suddenly.
A bang! startled Bai Chen awake.
"Huh? Looks like there's been an accident up ahead. Hope everyone's okay. With so many students around, couldn't they drive a little slower?" The original owner's driver craned his head to see what had happened ahead.
Bai Chen rubbed his eyes and squinted at the scene a short distance away.
He saw a fair, quiet-looking student wearing glasses sprawled on the ground. It was too far away to make out his features clearly, but judging by his figure from behind, he probably looked decent.
Then a pair of long legs stepped out of the luxury car.
A young man with his hair tied in a little ponytail emerged, wearing a black top and jeans. On an ordinary person, the outfit might have looked thuggish, but on him, it gave off the air of an unruly young heir.
He looked down at the boy without bothering to give him a proper glance and simply tossed him a card.
Clatter-
The boy didn't catch it, and the card fell straight to the ground.
Another young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses got out of the car behind him, though his expression was gentler than the cool guy's.
He walked past the cool guy, went straight to the boy, picked up the card, and offered it to him.
"Sorry about that. We have something to take care of today and were in a bit of a rush. There's some money on this card, and it doesn't need a PIN. Take it and see a doctor." His voice was warm and gentle.
The boy looked up, then shook his head without accepting the card.
"Just go. I don't want this card," he said expressionlessly.
At that.
The young man in gold-rimmed glasses said nothing more. He helped pick up the boy's belongings and pulled him to his feet.
People gradually gathered around them, chattering nonstop.
The boy's luggage had been scattered everywhere by the impact, too.
It took quite a while to gather everything.
"We'll be going now. I put the card in that blue box of yours." With that, he pulled the cool guy back into the car without looking back.
Bai Chen hadn't heard their conversation from where he sat, but one look at the three of them told him they had to be the protagonists of this book.
After all, their looks were outstanding. The cool guy was probably the top, and the boy was probably the bottom.
How could he guess? Naturally, because he was an editor who loved reading. This was a common plot in novels; he could guess without even knowing the story.
And he was absolutely certain.
But why wouldn't he take the money? If he doesn't want it, I do.
Bai Chen didn't find it particularly surprising. Mary Sue stories were pretty much all like this.
The driver dropped him off at the university gates and drove away.
Carrying his few pieces of luggage, Bai Chen headed into his assigned dormitory.
Their men's dormitory was in the southeast.
This dorm building was far better than the one he had lived in during his own college days.
So this is the world of a novel?
Luxurious, luxurious, and more luxurious.
Bai Chen had no intention of changing rooms, either.
He knew he was the two protagonists' roommate, but he wanted to avoid setting off a chain reaction.
Many transmigrators tried to change things, only to fail and make the plot worse instead.
He only wanted to play his role as their roommate properly. Perhaps he could go home once his part in the story ended.
The only downside was having to watch the two of them get all lovey-dovey in the room every day.
His room was on the seventh floor: 704, a four-person room.
Even the room number was so unlucky.
Just brilliant!
Looks like only the protagonists' mighty plot armor can keep this room in check.
As soon as he walked in, he saw someone sitting on the bed to the left. The young man immediately stood up.
He greeted Bai Chen with a smile and helped carry his things inside.
His smile was sunny, revealing two pointed canine teeth. He looked easy to get along with.
"Hi, I'm Lin Sen," the young man introduced himself.
This was the only roommate present. The other two were absent, though one of the two beds farther inside had already been claimed.
Bai Chen took a look. The suitcase belonged to one of the protagonists.
That meant one of them hadn't arrived yet.
Without a second thought, Bai Chen put his luggage on the bed opposite Lin Sen's.
Let those two have the beds facing each other.
He unpacked his belongings one by one and chatted with Lin Sen. After all, starting today, they would both have to endure those two getting frisky.
They were fellow sufferers in the same boat.
Tragic!
So tragic!
Thinking of how the story would probably unfold, Bai Chen sighed softly.
At noon.
After lunch, Bai Chen lay on his bed to rest. Lin Sen wanted to invite him to explore the campus together.
But after thinking it over, Bai Chen decided against it. The mere thought of climbing seven floors afterward drained all his enthusiasm.
Since the term had just begun, most students had gone out in groups to explore, leaving the dormitory very quiet.
Suddenly, a clear male voice broke the silence.
"Hi, new roommate."
The greeting roused the drowsy Bai Chen. The moment he heard the voice, he knew it belonged to the protagonist whose first appearance had been on the ground.
It was a lovely voice, clear and gentle.
Back in his old dorm, anyone who dared talk while someone was sleeping would definitely have received some intimate physical contact from a dear roommate if that roommate had even a slightly bad temper.
He slowly opened his eyes, only to find a fair, clean-cut face before him, with rosy lips and white teeth. The protagonist even gave him a quiet smile.
Bai Chen had to admit that he really was good-looking. No wonder so many male supporting characters fell for him.
Even a straight guy like him thought he looked good.
He watched him quietly and said in an easygoing tone, "Hi, I'm Bai Chen."
The other young man introduced himself with smiling eyes, too. "I'm Gu Yun."
Bai Chen wanted to go back to lazing around, but seeing that the protagonist bottom was still staring at him, he felt a little confused.
Bai Chen: ??
Why isn't he leaving? This is a little awkward...
Gu Yun looked at him, the smile still on his face, both shy and pretty.
Then he suddenly spoke:
"Have you looked around campus yet? Want to go together?"
Huh? What's going on? I haven't read the book, but even I know protagonists like this usually keep to themselves. Bai Chen didn't want any involvement with the protagonist at all, lest he cause a butterfly effect.
He fell silent for a moment.
When Gu Yun received no answer, he assumed Bai Chen really didn't want to go. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he slowly lowered his head. By the time he looked up again, there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
"I'll get going, then. Get some rest."
With that, he left.
Gu Yun didn't actually know why he had tried to strike up a conversation with him. After all, he had always been on his own growing up.
But the moment he had entered and seen his new roommate, he had really wanted to become friends with him.
Then he had noticed how clear and guileless this classmate's eyes were, without any of the looks he had seen in other people's eyes before.
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