The Pretty Cannon Fodder’s Guide to Self-Rescue [Quick Transmigration]

This novel is also known as The Fussy Cannon-Fodder’s Attempts to Get Something for Nothing by Relying on Men, and the Many Times It Backfires Note: Extreme top fans and extreme bottom fans, please exit now. If you can’t accept the bottom wearing makeup in an extra chapter, please exit too. [Quick transmigration, two male leads + a bottom with a little bit of cleverness, but not much, who everyone loves + love-triangle bloodbaths] “Urgently hiring, boss! We need a cannon-fodder character. Daily duties involve following the plot and helping the protagonist top and bottom achieve great things. Generous benefits, including five types of insurance and a housing fund...” Bai Yu sees the generous benefits, his eyes shining. He bites off the lollipop in his mouth, chews it up, and resolves to make a name for himself with the System. “You’re full of crap! This isn’t what you told me at all!” The crazed powerhouse’s gaze lingers meaningfully over his slender, pale wrist. “Be good, darling. The more obedient you are, the less you’ll suffer.” The interstellar general breaks with his usual behavior and holds him captive in his arms, his gaze harsh. “From the day you came with me, you should never have thought about leaving again.” With tears glistening in his eyes, Bai Yu is cornered by a group of powerhouses in a cramped, gloomy alley, cursing the unscrupulous company. Damn it! This is a pirate ship! The System silently lights a cyber cigarette, its eyes full of confusion. What? Did someone just say something? Didn’t hear it. Don’t know. Nothing to do with me.