A Socially Anxious Person Transmigrates into a Cannon-Fodder Senior Disciple and Saves Himself by Flirting with His Junior Online

[Also titled: Transmigrated as the Gentle Cannon-Fodder Senior Brother] Gentle, socially anxious, beautiful cannon-fodder senior brother bottom Top with two secret identities: 1. A seemingly aloof, loyal master 2. A goofy, lovesick junior brother with a cheat Su Fengjun, a socially anxious young man who was bad at dealing with people, had finally had enough of his life as a wage slave, working overtime for a monthly salary of 3,500. He decided to return to his hometown and inherit the family's little plot of land. On the way, he ran into a handsome fellow from his hometown. He got nervous, shrank back, and could barely string a coherent sentence together. "Haha, fellow townsman?" Maybe even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore. First, it had him save a beauty, then it shoved him into a novel. He became the senior brother of the male lead in an angsty romance. The senior brother was a tragic beauty, strong but doomed. By a strange coincidence, he and the senior brother had exactly the same name, personality, and appearance, even down to a tiny mole on one shoulder blade. Life as a cultivator was wonderful, but only within the Lanxiao Sect. When he turned fifteen, his sect leader uncle forced him to head to Wanyou Valley at the border to find his master, whom he hadn't seen in ten years. There was a small mishap on the way, and his second junior brother suddenly got smarter after being struck by a ghost fiend. At least he no longer drooled when he saw him. Well, sometimes he still stared at him, blushing and grinning foolishly. His second junior brother seemed to know how the original senior brother had become cannon fodder. Su Fengjun tried every trick in the book to get the story out of him... but none of it worked. There was nothing for it. He could only pin his hopes of survival on the male lead, his little junior brother... Su Fengjun had already planned all sorts of things to say to curry favor with the protagonist. But when everyone turned to look at him, he was struck dumb. What do I do, what do I do? I'm so nervous I can't make a sound! (Clutching his heart in agony.jpg) This was how his silence looked to everyone else: The beautiful young man blushed and couldn't find the words to express himself. His misty, peach-blossom eyes kept glancing at the boy in front of him, as if all his tender, bewitching affection were gathered in that gaze. Everyone: !!! No! We can't let Ah-Jun / Junior Nephew / Senior Brother get snatched away! From that point on, no one knew why, but the sect gradually developed in a bizarre direction around Su Fengjun... The senior brother personally taught the male lead, his junior brother. The heroine, his junior sister, pushed the male lead aside and said proudly, "Little Junior Brother, I was here first. Let Senior Brother teach me first." The senior brother made a ceremonial robe for the male lead and had the second junior brother deliver it, but then he never saw the little junior brother wear it. The senior brother prepared food to nourish the little junior brother and left it in his room, but his uncle swooped in and devoured it all. Male lead: ...QAQ After being pushed aside once again, the pitiful little junior brother finally broke down and cried, "I knew it. I'm always the one who gets abandoned. Even Senior Brother doesn't like me!" The senior brother, who thought he'd given his all to the male lead, sang, "What more do you want from me?" Someone peeking around the corner curled his lips in satisfaction. "It's not enough. I need to make Ah-Jun hate him even more!" That's right. He couldn't stand the senior brother being nice to anyone but him. When he transmigrated into the original male lead's second senior brother, he fell for the senior brother at first sight (or rather, at first glance). This steel-straight man instantly turned as bent as a spring-shaped mosquito coil. He wanted the senior brother to have eyes for no one but him. Outside the water mirror, Immortal Venerable Mo Han watched everyone inside frantically rushing about. He buried his face in Su Fengjun's neck, his cool lips curving upward. Su Fengjun: QAQ At last, he understood why his master knew him so well. Th-this is cheating! Before transmigrating into the book, he had been mortally wounded while saving someone, lying in the pouring rain. The man he had saved was desperate and kept apologizing, so he gently comforted him: "I don't regret... saving you." After transmigrating into the book, he often dreamed of the man he had saved, driving a sword into his heart. In the dream, he could never make out the man's face. He only knew the man felt incredibly familiar. To find the source of that familiarity, he searched for clues about the murderer who had killed the original senior brother, training desperately to grow stronger and constantly expanding his network. Who could have guessed the murderer was right in front of him! One day, he finally saw the face of the man in his dream. It was unmistakably his master's face! Terrified, he fled from his master in the middle of the night and ran far from the sect. But no matter how he ran, he couldn't shake off his second junior brother. His body was too exhausted to go on, so he stopped. The next moment, his second junior brother appeared from who knew where and flung himself at him. As Su Fengjun tried to figure out how to escape the embrace, he heard, "Ah-Jun." He jerked his head up and saw that his junior brother's normally black eyes had turned the same golden color as his master's. He couldn't help but shudder. "Ah-Jun." His master called him again, holding him close. The words sounded like a lover's tender murmur, yet also like a demon's whisper. "Stop running. This time, no one can separate us again." Su Fengjun: Was he moved? He didn't dare move! The continent of Yuanming was on the verge of collapse amid the wars between the demon, devil, ghost, and human races. Countless powerful cultivators, great demons, and ghost kings had fallen. In this dark world, a brilliant ray of light, like the blazing sun, slowly shone across the continent. Everyone followed that light, hoping for salvation. Some were even willing to give their lives, just for it to linger on them for a moment and drive away the chill of the dark night. "Here is a noble gentleman, refined by cutting and polishing, carved and ground to perfection. Dignified and majestic, bright and radiant. Here is a noble gentleman, never to be forgotten." Even if that light did not belong to them, even if it vanished in an instant. Reading guide: 1. The story has been revised repeatedly and is no longer the original version. Its original title was Transmigrated as the Gentle Cannon-Fodder Senior Brother. 2. The author's updates are irregular. Please save it to your favorites first, okay? ^3^ 3. The writing isn't great, but I'm working to improve. 4. There are lots of amnesia tropes. 5. Top and bottom are 1v1, both pure. 6. Happy ending. ...More to come. See the author's note in Chapter One. [Screenshot saved on 2022.6.22] Theme: With the heart of one who sharpens an axe, pursue lofty goals; with the accumulation of fireflies' light, fill the dark sky.