As a minor cannon-fodder character, your professional duty is to take a knife for the heroine.
But cannon fodder like this usually meets a miserable end: they kick the bucket.
According to the quick transmigration survival handbook Yin Le just bought, cannon fodder can only survive by mastering two things: being cute and being flirtatious.
But as a shut-in, he wasn't born with either skill.
Yin Le wails: Great God, are you making things hard for me? (/?Д?)/
The male leads who appear below:
The cold, aloof top student who glares at anyone he doesn't like: I accidentally used my death glare again. I have no feelings.
The domineering-looking CEO who isn't romantic at all: If you can't handle the case, get ready for a pay cut.
The glamorous movie emperor whose life is a complete mess: Hey, you, wash my socks.
The ruthless, color-blind bandit: The sky is green, and the flowers are blue.
P.S. 1. This story is silly, the writing is amateurish, and it's somewhat goofy and ridiculous. Told from the bottom's point of view.
2. One-on-one, the same person from beginning to end, a loyal dog of a top, and mostly sweet.
