The Perennial Runner-Up Strikes Back [Book Transmigration]

A sweet, everyday story about childhood friends, with little plot beyond their adorable daily life.

As the eldest son of the world's second-largest dairy group, He Yanqiu is fabulously wealthy and movie-star handsome, but he has troubles of his own.

He ranked second in the joint entrance exams. He is the vice president of the student council, while the class monitor is his deputy. He came second in a Go tournament and was runner-up in a fencing competition.

From kindergarten through his senior year of high school, wherever there was competition, he was always number two.

So He Yanqiu assembled his own think tank, determined to get rid of the "vice" in vice president.

When a transfer student suddenly joined the class, He Yanqiu gradually realized he had transmigrated into a book, where the transfer student was the recipient and that person was the pursuer.

Hehehehe. He Yanqiu's smile grew increasingly sinister. What could be more thrilling than cuckolding that guy?

That guy: Qiuqiu, if you don't behave, I'll pin you down ahead of schedule.

[Content warning: Anime-style story. Please don't compare it to real life. There are twists and turns, and the characters have flaws. This is not a doting romance, not a wish-fulfillment story, and not a smooth-sailing sweet romance.]

[Next up] "My Male Supporting Character and I Were Both Big Shots [Book Transmigration]" A light, everyday comedy-romance.

Once upon a time, Ruan Wenyuan's life was simple and happy. All he had to do was cackle away in Medicine King Valley while researching poison pills, wait a few hundred years, take his results to Qingcheng Mountain to challenge Peng Jiangcheng, leader of the sword cultivators' alliance, get beaten until he coughed blood, go home, and cackle away while researching poison pills again. A few hundred years later, he would challenge him once more, then go home coughing blood again.

Until Peng Jiangcheng attempted to transcend his tribulation and ascend to immortality... and failed.

Ruan Wenyuan cried for three days and nights, feeling that his whole life had lost its meaning.

If he couldn't poison the world's greatest sword cultivator and prove that poison cultivators were the strongest, what was the point of being alive?

Ruan Wenyuan drank the last bottle of poison he had specially prepared for Peng Jiangcheng and died.

When Ruan Wenyuan opened his eyes again, Peng Jiangcheng's icy, corpse-like face, now marked by a scar, was right beside his bed. Ruan Wenyuan grabbed his arm and burst into tears. "How could you break your promise to me?!!"

Peng Jiangcheng froze for a moment. Then Ruan Wenyuan saw that thousand-year-old block of ice melt into a smile, slick and ingratiating. "Yes, yes, I came late. It was my fault for making Young Master Ruan angry."

Ruan Wenyuan stopped crying on the spot.

Then he cried even louder.

He was nearly kneeling on the bed, pounding his head against the pillow and hammering the mattress with his fists as he shouted through his tears:

"Peng Xiurui! You bastard! What happened to you?!

How can I kill you when you've turned out like this?

All this murderous intent of mine has been wasted!"

Probably a Book Transmigration story set in the entertainment industry.

P.S. Peng Jiangcheng's courtesy name is Xiurui.

(The blurb may be lightly revised.)

[Another upcoming book] "My Classmates Don't Believe I'm a God"

Lan Cheng was woken by hunger.

After sleeping for countless years, an ancient god awoke to find the world transformed. Why did he have so little power from worshippers?

Lan Cheng dug himself out of the ground. A young god crouching by the cave entrance looked him up and down with disdain and delivered his verdict:

"Low-ranking god. I'm your direct supervisor. Give me your phone number."

Lan Cheng: ???

Lan Cheng tried to make a living beneath an overpass for a month, but failed to gain even one follower. By chance, he heard two schoolgirls squealing over a "male idol." Lan Cheng stared at the sparkling power of faith around them, and his stomach went: grrr~

To gain followers, start with the little ones.

On his first day as a transfer student, Lan Cheng introduced himself: "Hello, everyone. My name is Lan Cheng, and I'm a god."

Classmates: ...

Teacher: ...

Lan Cheng: "As long as you make daily offerings and pray sincerely, I will hear your wishes."

Teacher: "Last row. Yes, you in that far corner."

Lan Cheng took his seat. His new deskmate smiled wickedly. "Hey, whatever-your-name-is, God, want me to believe in you?"

Lan Cheng held out a hand to stop him. "No thanks. With all that murderous energy around you, you'd be better off worshipping the Plague God."

Mu Yanzhou's smile vanished. "What the hell did you just say?!"

Lan Cheng turned around. "I'm a god, born from the faith of all things. I don't have a mother, but I do have a supervisor. Want the number of a higher-ranking god?"

Lan Cheng's eyes gleamed. "For just one fried chicken drumstick, I'll grant that wish. Preferably one from Old Wang's, cumin flavor, brushed with sauce, and extra chili."

Mu Yanzhou: ...

Mu Yanzhou: "You're crazy!"

[Recommended: My writing buddy's book] "The Villain Boss Is My Rabid Fan" by Dongfeng Fei. A silly comedy about a CEO and the unsuccessful attempt of his marriage partner, a die-hard fan, to pretend to be a hater.

[Recommended: My writing buddy's upcoming book] "I Mistook the Brutal Boss for the Protagonist and Raised Him [Book Transmigration]" by Zhenshang Sha. The once-feared Demon Lord Zhuang Yan suddenly falls from power... and is rescued by a dog!

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