[Talk back and fight + combative personality + unhinged fiction]
Because Yun Yiyang had such a terrible temper, the director of the orphanage renamed him Yun Wenyan after confirming he didn’t have hypermasculinity syndrome.
The reasoning was simple: if science didn’t work, try superstition.
It didn’t tame him.
Instead, having a name he could blame everything on only made Yun Wenyan even more brazen.
“The one who insulted you was Yun Yiyang. What does that have to do with me, Yun Wenyan?”
The others swallowed all the curses they wanted to spit out, afraid he’d insult them even worse.
At long last, Yun Wenyan got what was coming to him. He was hit by a truck and sent to the hospital.
Everyone who’d been at odds with him celebrated, eagerly awaiting his funeral so they could weep tears of joy. But when they got to the hospital, they found:
He wasn’t dead, but he was in a vegetative state.
Everyone had a bright idea. Being in a vegetative state had to be worse than dying outright! They could even mock him relentlessly right by his bedside!
So they paid a hefty sum, asking for nothing but a treatment that wouldn’t work.
Yun Wenyan could hear every word, but couldn’t point at them and curse them out. “I #@%”
He opened his eyes again.
“What the hell?”
He lifted his eyelids and felt his handsome face!
He’d come back to life!
No, he’d been reincarnated!
But… why did this opulent, brilliantly lit place feel so wrong? Had those idiots driven him insane?
“Hello, Host! Welcome to the world of a book! I’m your System, Xiao Lan!”
Without a word, Yun Wenyan slapped himself hard.
A handprint appeared, but it didn’t hurt.
So it really was a dream.
Certain of that, Yun Wenyan did whatever he pleased.
A stand-in romance?
“Open your damn eyes and look. I’m way more handsome than him!”
A fake young master and a real one?
“You’re not even human, you bastard!”
