My name is Zhou Tingzhen, an ordinary college student who failed three courses and chased me three streets away if my takeaway was stolen.
One day, my roommate Gu Nianqing and I, along with more than forty unlucky guys in the class, entered a bloody martial arts plot novel.
We are not the protagonists, we are the lowest level cannon fodder in the villain regent Xiao Yan's mansion - the kind who sweep the floor, test poisons, and take the blame.
What's even more terrible is that Xiao Yan is as gentle as jade on the surface, but he is actually very sinister. In the original work, he slaughtered an entire sect.
Gu Nianqing's roommate, a top student, drew a "Route Map to Defeat Villains and Save Your Life".
"Either get him or he'll get him," she said.
I said, "Then I choose to lie down."
She said: "You have to lie flat on his bed."
So, one is a scheming person, and the other is a charlatan; one is a plan, and the other is a troublemaker.
We used modern people's fallacies, self-deprecation and counter-routine operations to mess up Xiao Yan's machinations.
There is no system, no golden fingers, just a mouth that deserves a beating and a heart that doesn't want to die.
Attack the villain? No, we are the anti-Raiders.
The main focus is comedy, supplemented by intrigue, and the two heroines join forces to make you laugh until your stomach hurts.
