My Frail, Pitiful Dragon-Aotian Hero

Two male leads, two male leads, two male leads

A protective, blindly biased receiver x a sweet-faced, seemingly weak attacker who is secretly a schemer and has been reborn

“Is this author sick? Everyone’s writing feel-good male leads now. Why are you still writing this kind of beautiful-but-tragic, invincible hero?

Have you noticed the times have changed?

You’re forcing misery on him just to make him suffer, and none of it makes sense. Does the author hate men or something?

This is making me furious. How did you write something this awful? If your brain hasn’t even finished developing, don’t write novels. You can dig holes but never fill them in. Did you even graduate elementary school?

Disgusting. One-star review, one-star review, one-star review. Get lost!!!!”

Song Xianzhi is furious in bed in the middle of the night, practically giving himself a heart attack. He hasn’t seen such a mindless leveling-up novel in ages. And it even calls itself a feel-good story?

Feel-good for everyone else, maybe?

The male lead is just being tortured for the sake of torturing him. More than three thousand chapters in, and he’s still suffering. What is this, a book written by an elementary schooler?

In Song Xianzhi’s eyes, the male lead is wonderful: pure-hearted, kind, and righteous. Why should he have to suffer like this? Every time, he runs into some idiot and gets caught up in trouble for no reason. Enough, he feels bad for him.

He’s already decided to mail the author a box of razor blades. This is infuriating!

After venting, he gets up to fetch some water, trips over his own feet, falls to the floor, and loses consciousness.