Chapter 1: I'm a Heartthrob in a Book
"Boom—"
A loud thunder streaked across the sky, lighting up half the sky.
"You actually used such shady means..."
Song Zhiyu's voice was extremely cold, and there was a hint of light at the corners of his red eyes. He pushed away the boy who was clinging to him and making moves.
"roll!"
The young man fell to the ground, and his shoulder hit the corner of the table next to him hard. The pain made him regain his senses for a moment.
His eyes suddenly brightened, he raised his hand to rub his eyebrows, his eyeballs rolled around, and he began to look around strangely.
"You don't think that if you use this method... I will look at you more?"
"I like Yuan Qing... Using this method only makes you look mean and despicable!"
Song Zhiyu took a few steps back. He could feel the heat surging in his body that was about to devour his sanity, and countless tiny ants were running through his limbs and bones.
He breathed heavily, ignored the boy's strange behavior, turned into the bathroom, and locked the door.
Soon, the sound of a phone call slowly drifted out from the bathroom.
"…I'm at the Cross Hotel…3802…"
The room was cold, and the constant thunder outside the window irritated my nerves.
Zhu Yanshi's fingers pressed on the ground shrank slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at the dark figure of a man emerging through the frosted glass door in the direction of the bathroom.
His body felt like it was on fire, and he let out a breath of foul air.
Her mind raced, analyzing the current situation, focusing on the name the man had just uttered.
Yuan Qing...
Zhu Yanshi stood up, his steps unsteady, and he leaned against the wall beside him.
He began to carefully examine the decorations in the room.
A crisp white double bed, European-style interior, Cross Hotel, Room 3802...
The man who was drugged, and myself who was taking Chinese medicine...
Zhu Yanshi blinked, but at this moment, a long fragment quickly flooded into his mind.
It comes from a book called "I'm a Heartthrob".
[Zhu Yanshi is a stupid and ignorant good-for-nothing.
Even though he grew up with the perfect and excellent Yuan Qing, he still couldn't change his bad nature.
He is vicious and lovesick. When he was a freshman, he fell in love with Yuan Qing's suitor Song Zhiyu at first sight, and then he started a series of relentless pursuits...]
Zhu Yanshi in the novel is an ordinary person who can only serve as a foil to his childhood friend Yuan Qing. He is mediocre and inconspicuous.
During her freshman year, she fell in love with Yuan Qing's suitor Song Zhiyu at first sight and began to pursue him vigorously.
Zhu Yanshi's series of pursuit behaviors were childish and ridiculous in the eyes of the other party. He even began to imitate Yuan Qing's every move. But the more he did this, the more disgusted Song Zhiyu became. In his eyes, all these were nothing but imitating others without any effort.
The disgust only grew.
For the sake of a man, Zhu Yanshi betrayed their friendship of more than ten years and began to make things difficult for Yuan Qing, humiliating her in various ways, which completely put an end to their friendship.
After a school club gathering, Zhu Yanshi drugged Song Zhiyu with evil intentions. Afterwards, he used this incident to threaten Song Zhiyu, forcing him to maintain a relationship with Zhu Yanshi.
But the feelings gained in this way are impure and even contain hatred.
Song Zhiyu continued to torture Zhu Yanshi, making him witness with his own eyes how much he tried to please Yuan Qing. From then on, Zhu Yanshi completely turned evil.
He stole Yuan Qing's work and won first place in a campus design competition, which indirectly led to Yuan Qing being abused by her hypocritical father.
The ending of the supporting characters is always hasty, and their viciousness only exists to advance the story.
The story is developing in a happy direction, and supporting characters like him should also leave the stage.
Yuan Qing was very sad because he lost the design competition, and the outstanding suitors around him began to attack Zhu Yanshi.
Harming others will eventually harm yourself. Zhu Yanshi was despised by the people around him, and fell into poverty. He had no choice but to go down a path of no return and was killed by his disgusting and violent financial sponsor.
At the last moment of his death, he was even thinking about Song Zhiyu in a cheap way.
After the clip ended, Zhu Yanshi shook his head. He felt that the current scene was too weird, but the facts were before him.
He traveled through a book and seemed to have become Zhu Yanshi, a foolish, love-brained, vicious cannon fodder with the same name as himself.
The sound of a shower came from the bathroom. Zhu Yanshi was about to blurt out a lot of swear words, but the situation was urgent and he felt hot and uncomfortable.
He held onto the wall and staggered out of the room. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed back and forth in the room.
A long and deep corridor, the corridor is quiet, and the dim light illuminates a small area.
Zhu Yanshi's steps were unsteady, but he tried hard to keep his mind clear.
Right now, the most sensible thing to do would be for him to book a room alone, take a cold shower in it, and wait for rescue.
Although his mind was clear, his body, including his limbs, was completely out of control. Moving forward became difficult, and he couldn't even see the end of the narrow aisle.
Zhu Yanshi reached out and unbuttoned his collar; he needed to cool down.
The light illuminated the boy's snow-white skin, leaving an intoxicating blush.
The footsteps were sporadic.
Zhu Yanshi's eyes were blurry. He kept comforting himself that he had always been able to escape danger in time every time he encountered misfortune, and he would definitely be able to do it this time as well.
He had a strong will, and he was able to walk downstairs. Even if he fell at the front desk, it was better than falling in the hallway.
Everything in front of my eyes became blurry, my left foot tripped over my right foot, and my body fell to the ground, my knees first, then my shoulders and forehead.
My head hit the ground and everything in front of my eyes went black with stars in it.
In the last second before fainting, Zhu Yanshi was thinking in a daze.
People are not lucky all the time. Sometimes they get unlucky because of the stupidest behavior.
——The left foot trips the right foot.
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Drowsy in his sleep, the scene looked like a slide show, and Zhu Yanshi began to recall his mediocre life.
He emerged from the mud of an orphanage and finally acquired a considerable fortune through his own cleverness and hard work.
Along the way, he was humiliated, framed, and betrayed, but he still relied on his strong will like that of a cockroach to stand at the highest point.
Before he could even enjoy this wealth, he was inexplicably transported into the melodramatic novel he read before bed.
Zhu Yanshi hoped this was a dream.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing Zhu Yanshi saw was the snow-white ceiling. Then he felt his shoulders aching terribly, and his body was crudely covered with a blanket.
It looked like someone was going to wrap up the body and throw it away.
The room was well lit, and the bright sunlight shone on his fingers.
Zhu Yanshi propped himself up and saw the blanket half draped over the sofa. He probably knew that he was thrown on the sofa to sleep, but because of his dishonest sleeping position, he rolled off the sofa.
As he looked around, a male voice suddenly floated from the side.
"Are you awake?"
The voice is low.
Zhu Yanshi shrank his neck, feeling that the man sitting at the dining table behind him eating breakfast was like a ghost.
He had a fake smile on his face, his skin was as white as the wall behind him, and he was wearing a black bathrobe. He exuded the noble air of a gentleman.
Perhaps in the eyes of others this is an untouchable beauty, but Zhu Yanshi's first impression of this person was.
Look at the empty one.
No yang energy at all.
Zhu Yanshi stood up, folded the blanket and placed it on the sofa.
"Who are you?"
Asked tentatively.
The moment the sound came out, his stomach growled at an inopportune time.
"My name is Fu Qi'an."
The man sitting at the dining table paused while stirring the hot porridge in the bowl, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and put on that creepy smirk at the corner of his mouth again.
"Yuan Qing's..."
"Suitor."
When Zhu Yanshi heard this, his movements paused for a moment, and then he sat down at the dining table with an expressionless face.
Very good, still in the world of the book.
All the abuse in his heart had turned into an empty stomach, and Zhu Yanshi started to eat breakfast without any hesitation.
The way he ate was not very polite, and in Fu Qi'an's eyes it could even be considered barbaric.
He chewed the food in big mouthfuls, his cheeks puffed up, and ate very quickly and cleanly.
The room fell silent, with only the sound of the spoon hitting the edge of the porcelain bowl.
Fu Qian'an had no desire to continue eating, so he pushed the half-drunk porridge aside.
"I have something to talk to you about."
"It's shameful to waste food."
Zhu Yanshi finished the last mouthful of porridge, raised the corners of his eyes, and glanced at the man opposite him.
He pulled out a piece of paper and slowly wiped his mouth as he spoke.
"Is that all you're eating?"
No wonder you feel weak.
The latter part of the sentence was not said out loud. Zhu Yanshi knew that he and the other party were not that familiar with each other yet, so he threw the tissue into the trash can and leaned back.
"You say."
Fu Qian'an stared at the young man in front of him. His hair was a little messy from sleeping, and his fair skin was illuminated by the light from the window. His eyes drooped lazily, staring at the half-left porridge on the table.
He suspected that if he was not there, the other party would have eaten the entire half bowl.
Frowning, Fu Qian felt that the person in front of him was more and more dirty and unpresentable. He leaned back calmly and put some distance between himself and the person opposite him.
A fake smile appeared on his face again.
"I saved you yesterday."
The man thought he had concealed his emotions very well, but Zhu Yanshi could clearly see a hint of disgust in the other's fake smile, and he even did something childish like distancing himself from him.
"uh-huh."
Zhu Yanshi did not expose the other party, nor did he give the other party a chance to proceed step by step. He tapped the table with his fingers.
"What can I do for you?"
The black and white eyes raised slightly and fixed on Fu Qi'an.
He seemed to have known what the other party wanted to say, and when Fu Qi'an said that -
"Please ask Yuan Qing out for me tomorrow." Then he nodded quickly, stood up, and walked out.
"Okay, see you at the milk tea shop next to the school tomorrow afternoon."
Fu Qian'an had a strange expression on his face, and only when the people were about to leave did he utter a few words compassionately.
"Let's go to Xingmouke..."
Just as he opened his mouth, the boy who was walking to the door turned around.
"It's a milk tea shop. I want to drink taro milk balls."
The last murmur was drowned out by the closing door.
Fu Qi sat at the dining table, the aroma that had just emanated from the young man still lingering at the tip of his nose.
Smells very pleasant...
He tapped the tabletop lightly with his white-gloved fingers, left and right, as he pondered.
So, was it because of this scent that I picked the person up yesterday?
The man raised his eyelashes and saw the leftovers on the table, and his expression gradually turned cold again.
He was distracted from his thoughts and ignored the issues of principle.
Zhu Yanshi ate his own breakfast and had the nerve to leave garbage on the table...
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The next campus novel is "I'm Not Familiar with Him!" Thanks for collecting~
I'm not familiar with him!
Zhou Zhao has been displeased with someone recently.
The new transfer student, Chen Sui, is 1.9 meters tall, making Zhou Zhao look like a small steel cannon. His grades, which are close to perfect, are even better than his. He has model proportions and a celebrity face, which can be called a show of his skills. He is not on the same level as Zhou Zhao's face, which still has a bit of baby fat.
Chen Sui successfully replaced Zhou Zhao's title of campus male god and became the unrivaled beauty of Mingde No. 4 Middle School.
Crushed in all aspects, Zhou Zhao ended up with only the reputation of "coming from a wealthy family, but still a second-generation rich kid".
Zhou Zhao laughed out of anger. Contemporary alumni change their expressions so quickly!
If he allowed Chen Sui to bully him, he would be unworthy of being a second-generation rich kid!
Zhou Zhao returned home feeling humiliated and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the lingering "Peerless Fenghua" sitting in his living room with a smile on his face.
Zhou Zhao: “…”
His parents turned around and waved at him: "An An, your childhood sweetheart is here!"
Zhou Zhao felt a chill: "I don't know him well!!"
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Everyone in Mingde No. 4 Middle School knew that Zhou Zhao and Chen Sui were incompatible and would fight whenever they met.
Someone in the class live-streamed the fight between the two in the back alley.
Classmate A: "You have no idea how horrific that scene was... blood and flesh flying everywhere, it was horrible to watch. Blood even splattered on my shoes!!"
As the voice fell, the front door was pushed open and the person involved, Zhou Zhao, walked in with a sour face.
The classmates trembled in fear: "Brother... why are you the only one here? Where is Chen... Chen Sui?"
Zhou Zhao: "If you go now, you can still get the person if you fight for him."
“…”
The boy grabbed Chen Sui's schoolbag, threw it over his shoulder, and walked away with a sour face.
Several people rushed out of the classroom together and saw Zhou Zhao downstairs throwing his schoolbag on Chen Sui. Chen Sui handed the popsicle in his hand to him. The boy was like a cat with its fur smoothed out. He glanced at the popsicle, took it and took a bite.
The two turned around and left the school shoulder to shoulder.
Classmates: “…”
What happened to the agreement that we were not familiar with each other?
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From Chen Sui's perspective, he and Zhou Zhao grew up together as childhood friends. Everyone thinks they are not familiar with each other, even Zhou Zhao himself thinks so.
But only Chen Sui knew that in this world, no one understood Zhou Zhao better than him...
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Serving Guide:
1. Campus literature, he.
2. Broken mirror reunited, both strong.
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