Reborn as a Cannon Fodder, the Protagonist Hears My Inner Thoughts

[Two male leads + mind-reading + ensemble cast] [Sweet, fluffy read]

A sharp-tongued, two-faced bottom × a hot-tempered top who says one thing and means another

Wen Liang died.

He’d just been flattened by a truck when a System dragged him into a novel and ordered him to play a cannon-fodder simp: fuss over the heroine, make life difficult for the male lead, then die at the right moment. Complete the task, and he could return to one hour before his death.

He happily agreed.

After all, he only had to play an ungrateful adopted son, get punished by the male lead, die beneath a car, and bring down the entire Wen family in the process. All he had to do was follow the script, and he’d get a life for free.

A sure win.

But here’s the problem: the male lead didn’t look at the heroine with love, but with irritation. The Wen family, supposed to be little more than background characters, kept secretly unlocking “hidden plotlines.” Even the System’s plot didn’t match reality. It was supposed to be a sweet little romance, so how had it turned into a mystery where nobody was acting right?

Even stranger, Wen Liang noticed that whenever he complained in his head, the male lead would make a peculiar expression.

“Who are you trying to disgust?” the male lead asked coldly.

Wen Liang: “?” I didn’t say anything.

Only later did he understand: he hadn’t accidentally spoken out loud. The male lead could hear his thoughts.

And the male lead wasn’t the only one who could.

As reality and the plot grew “superficially alike but fundamentally different,” and the world veered into increasingly absurd territory, the System spoke again:

[The main plot is progressing correctly.]

Wen Liang: “...”

Correct, my ass. The plot’s so broken even the author’s own mother wouldn’t recognize it.