I transmigrated into a book, becoming a lackey to the F4 in a brainless story about an elite school.
The System said that all I had to do was fawn over the F4, join them in looking down on the protagonist early on, bully the protagonist with them in the middle, then weep and beg the protagonist for forgiveness alongside the F4 at the end before packing up and leaving. Then I could bow out and go home.
I didn't want to, but I endured it for the sake of going home.
But this was a brainless story about an elite academy. It went into detail about how famous and powerful the F4 were, and how poor yet unyielding the sweet, innocent protagonist was.
As for the lackey... The book only had one line about him: "He's a lackey."
I pored over the novel, but there wasn't a single line saying I was rich.
To buy a ticket to the party and follow the plot, I had to swagger around with the F4 during the day and put on a mask to wash dishes at a little restaurant at night.
At last, the plot reached its conclusion. The F4 wept bitterly and chased after the protagonist, trying to make amends. The protagonist was heartbroken, but was ultimately moved, while the lackey was sent overseas, far away from home. Everything was perfect.
But I secretly stayed behind.
The ticket had been too expensive, so I'd borrowed two months' wages from my boss. The System said I couldn't go home until I'd paid it back.
Since I was going home anyway, I was in a great mood. As I washed dishes, I couldn't help laughing at them.
"Hahahaha, this plot is so damn ridiculous, and the F4 are so damn ridiculous. And that sweet, innocent protagonist, my god, what era is this? That character type is so outdated..."
My laughter caught in my throat halfway through.
Standing in front of me were the road-weary F4 and the sweet, innocent protagonist, whose expression was impossible to read.
The protagonist chuckled and patted my cheek, speaking in a casual voice. "Having fun?"
Why was the sweet, innocent protagonist not quite like the one I remembered?
Should I say yes?
Theme: Be a sincere person
