I couldn't help wondering if I'd transmigrated the wrong way!
Other people transmigrated into the bodies of good-for-nothing young masters or pretty boys who lived off women. They had no powerful background, endured the world's scorn and bullying, and were betrayed by their family and fiancée.
Then they'd get a powerful golden finger, a high-and-mighty cheat System, or a master in a ring, and roar, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Don't look down on a poor young man!"
They'd turn their lives around, humiliate their enemies, slaughter their way through the world, marry a rich beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life.
But what was this nonsense about me transmigrating into the protagonist of a failed novel? What's more, he came from a noble family, had astonishing talent, overwhelming strength, and a handsome face. Someone like that... just looking at him made you think he was showing off. Beating him in a face-slapping scene would be incredibly satisfying. Ye Qingchen couldn't help feeling uneasy about such a transmigration experience!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
It should be written like this: There are two parts of doubt in the eyes of the protagonist, four parts of confusion, one part of confusion and one part of slight sadness.