An Office Drone Cannon Fodder, But I Have to Hit on Straight Men

A despairing, pitiful office drone x a shameless, pretend-straight, loyal puppy of an gong

Fang Zui transmigrates into a book, becoming a cannon-fodder passerby on the fringes of the plot who doesn't even know how he'll die.

To save his own skin, he tearfully accepts the System's task to survive: win over the center of this story's world, the perfectly crafted overpowered male lead, Zhou Bozhi.

Fang Zui is quite good-looking, with a pair of long legs whose lines are so alluring they make it impossible to look away.

After standing through a full day of military training, he puts his calves in Zhou Bozhi's lap. "Bro, my legs hurt so much. Feel them and see if they're swollen? Especially my thighs..."

With his long legs in the man's lap and his pink-white toes curled, Fang Zui thinks, I just put on that nice-smelling body lotion!

Zhou Bozhi looks perfectly upright. "If they're swollen, they're swollen. A real man bleeds and sweats, but doesn't cry."

Fang Zui: "?"

Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me before I started that this guy is straight? And not just straight, he's straight as a steel bar reincarnated!

System (fidgeting with its fingers): "He's 20."

Fang Zui: "..."

Fang Zui decides to start by cutting off the romantic prospects around the overpowered hero, so he sets his sights on Zhou Bozhi's first love from the original story.

One moment, he's thinking about how to make sure the two never fall in love.

The next, Zhou Bozhi pushes the "first love" in front of him. "Fang Zui! I want you to meet this girl I found for you! Make the most of it!"

Fang Zui: "???"

Fang Zui is so worried about this stupid task that he loses five hairs a day.

Then he sees Zhou Bozhi engrossed in a famous danmei novel.

Fang Zui bursts into tears. Brother, you're finally going to turn gay!

The next moment, his good buddy grabs him and asks, "Fang Zui, why hasn't the novel revealed that the heroine is a woman disguised as a man yet?"

Fang Zui: "..." Sorry, but he thinks he needs to die for a bit after all.

Wait, no. That's not right.

"Who recommended this book to you?"

Zhou Bozhi shrugs. "A classmate."

Fang Zui has a bad feeling. It seems there's someone besides him trying to bend this steel bar!

Fang Zui decides to strike first.

Get him drunk, act crazy, kiss him by force, and take him by storm before he can react!

And then, he blacks out.

Feeling guilty and afraid of being found out, he deliberately avoids Zhou Bozhi. But after only a few days of dodging him, the straight guy corners him outside the bathroom.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?"

"So what if we kissed? What's there to avoid when you kiss your bro?"

"Fine, I won't use my tongue next time. Why are you avoiding me?"

Fang Zui: "?" Wait?

Zhou Bozhi has been acting strange lately.

He can't seem to stop himself from getting close to the pretty junior in the dorm across the hall.

By the time he realizes it, he's become the perfect campus escort, doing everything for him.

Going to class together, eating together, and...

Kissing counts as one of those things too, right?

But this junior won't appreciate it! After kissing him, he even avoids Zhou Bozhi, leaving him utterly frustrated. When the junior won't talk to him, Zhou Bozhi can only vent to his roommate.

"Why do you think that is? Aren't we friends?"

His roommate ignores him and replies with a big middle finger. "Go die, you gay!"

Zhou Bozhi: "?"

That's slander.

He didn't even put it in. How could he be gay?

Dear readers, take a look at my upcoming novel, "The Frail Beauty After Becoming a Widower"

Liang Zhixing x Fang Chu

A gloomy, real male ghost x an innocent young master

Fang Chu's life plan consists of just two words: live it up.

His parents spoiled him and his older brother doted on him from childhood. His next goal is to find a husband who'll do absolutely anything for him.

He gets lucky. He finds one, and her husband is both handsome and rich.

And then.

Her husband dies.

When Liang Zhixing's funeral ends, Fang Chu is still busy traveling and shopping everywhere.

His life goes on as if nothing has changed.

Until one midnight, in a dream, Young Master Fang, who never has erotic dreams, sees a beautiful man with his shirt off, showing no respect for men's virtue. The man grips the long-life-lock necklace around Fang Chu's neck and refuses to let go, gritting his teeth. "Fang Chu, how can you live so well without me taking care of you?"

Fang Chu blinks. The man looks a little familiar, but he can't place him. "Hey, are you the bodyguard from before?"

The ghost who came to haunt him is so angry his teeth might shatter. "I'm your damn husband!"

Fang Chu wakes with a start.

His heart pounds hard in his chest, and it takes him a long time to catch his breath.

"That scared me to death... My husband died ages ago. How could I have a husband... Maybe I should ask my parents to find me another one. It's too unsafe to sleep alone..." Fang Chu mutters, hesitantly typing on his phone.

The ignored ghost beside him: "..."

After the young master of the Fang family becomes a widower, so many people volunteer to marry him that they nearly wear a path to the Fang family's door.

Normally, most people would stay away from a situation like this. But the Fang family is so powerful and wealthy that it's a spectacular match!

But once all the suitors arrive at the house, they discover that Young Master Fang's room is incredibly strange.

The living room ceiling, the corners, even the walls are covered in mirrors.

The Fang family's delicate young master sits alone, his lips so vivid they seem to burn, his cheeks pale as if he isn't alive.

A wind from nowhere billows his clothes as if a human hand is stirring beneath them.

"Would you marry me? I already have a husband. He's standing behind you." The young master's voice is gentle and soft, yet somehow trembling.

But in the enormous living room, where could there be a third person?

In the end, Fang Chu doesn't give up on finding a new husband.

After all, his life plan is to spend his parents' money as a child, his older brother's money when he grows up, and his husband's money after he gets married.

Now that he has no husband, his life is incomplete!

That won't do!

Fang Chu proceeds cautiously, making secret plans.

At last, he meets a new blind date.

He's the son of his parents' friends, a witty and charming man with an impressive bank balance.

Fang Chu is very pleased, if only a certain ghost weren't unfastening his belt while putting his fingers inside him.

"Sorry, I... I need to use the bathroom..."

The moment he steps into a stall, the bathroom door slams shut behind him.

Fang Chu's legs go weak with fright. "B-Big Brother... We've already..."

Before he can finish, someone grips his chin and presses him against the door. Fingers cold as ice make his lips and tongue wet and slick.

Fang Chu can't fight back. He begs for help, calling the ghost his husband, his father, his big brother, anything that comes to mind.

"Fang Chu, I died. I didn't divorce you."

"Why don't you go out there like this and introduce me properly to your new husband?"

"Tell me, am I your older brother, your father, or your old husband?"

Theme: The world may be a script, but love can become the author of fate.