After sneaking a little extra phone time past curfew, Xin Yuan opened his eyes and somehow transmigrated to a desolate, unfamiliar world.
Is the punishment for staying up late really this severe now? Heaven not only exiled him somewhere else without a word, it didn't even give him a few golden fingers that sounded impressive. That's not how it goes in the novels!
Xin Yuan was on the verge of tears, but he steeled himself and decided to keep going so he could find his way home.
But after two different factions picked him up, he learned more about the world and suddenly realized what made him special. It seemed he really did have the power to influence the fate of this world.
But what do you mean I'm the only Guide discovered this century? What do you mean I have to be guarded around the clock because I'm your hope? What do you mean we're all highly compatible, so we can try deep-level guidance?
How is this any different from a clueless puppy falling into a pack of wolves, a cake that turns heads wherever it goes, the sole central figure of an insectoid novel who happens to be an insect queen, or a top-tier omega in an ABO world?
I'm a straight guy!
Xin Yuan screamed silently, folding his arms and coolly refusing the tall men who were steadily drawing closer.
Xin Yuan: I'm straight.
The leader, whose compatibility with him was one hundred percent: I know. That's why I fell in love with you, a man.
Xin Yuan: I've always thought of you as a good buddy.
The rebellious sentinel who left the Tower: Fine, buddy, buddy. Let me lean on your shoulder. Buddy, a kiss is normal too, right? Buddy, you smell so good.
Xin Yuan: Are there no normal people around me?
His best friend, whom he hadn't seen for years, clapped him on the shoulder and flashed a radiant smile. He said, Hey, buddy, you've still got me, don't you?
Best friend: Come to think of it, when we get back, could you visit my place? My parents are really looking forward to meeting you.
Xin Yuan: ...
On one side was the White Tower, brought back from the brink of death by his arrival. On the other was a rebel army rising up for a new order. And in between, an old friend from his former home was looking for any chance to take him away. The situation was so chaotic that Xin Yuan had no idea what to choose.
But staying calm in a crisis was one of Xin Yuan's virtues. So the handsome man at the center of the storm cleared his throat, then, under everyone's watchful eyes, wistfully ran a hand through his hair and gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, as if about to declare his position.
No-prize guessing game: who is Xin Yuan's true sweetheart?
All kinds of tall, strong, handsome sentinel gongs × a universally adored, straight, handsome-and-beautiful Guide shou
Every gong, even the cannon fodder, is devoted in body and mind. They're all in the running, though not all of them make it.
The shou is universally adored, both handsome and beautiful. This story leans toward a whole-cast-gets-involved setup. There is some dog-like devotion, but not the kind where someone throws himself at the shou without being asked. The shou is the center of the world, and whatever he wants to do is right.
Please don't bookmark or send gifts to this novel before the author gets a contract.
Theme: Don't worry about having no friends ahead.
