The Villain Breaks Free of the Script

Young Master Ning came from a distinguished family and grew up adored by everyone. He was handsome, always near the top of his class, and had plenty of admirers.

But he couldn’t quite understand them.

“You’re this age and your grades are that bad. How can you be shameless enough to date?”

His would-be suitors were struck down completely and left with broken hearts.

After those words got around, Young Master Ning’s life became much more peaceful.

That was, until one day, he had a dream.

In the dream, he met a man whose grades were better than his and who seemed superior to him in every way.

The two of them clashed from their school days through their working years. They were constantly at odds, and Ning seemed to be the one who started every fight. In the end, things turned out terribly for him.

Young Master Ning woke up furious.

But nothing from the dream ever came to pass, so he put it out of his mind. After all, who takes a dream seriously?

Until the day he transferred schools.

Following his homeroom teacher into a noisy classroom, he locked eyes with someone. Young Master Ning stared at that face as long-sealed memories began to stir. He could barely tear his eyes away.

“Student Ning, where would you like to sit?”

“Over there.”

Young Master Ning lifted his chin toward the empty seat right beside that guy.

He wanted to see if the dream was really going to come true.

Yu Ning had recently been having the same dream over and over. The person who appeared most often in it was someone he didn’t know.

It was making him question his materialist worldview. He was starting to wonder if he should ask for a talisman to ward off evil spirits.

Who would have thought he’d run into this “evil spirit” on the first day of school?

The “evil spirit” was bundled up in an oversized down jacket. The little bit of skin showing was pale and clear, his black hair was fluffy, and his expression was cocky. He insisted on being Yu Ning’s deskmate.

Fine. Yu Ning would see what this was all about.

Later, the two became roommates. One night, they both woke from nightmares in quick succession and stared at each other.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“...Yeah, a nightmare.”

Dreaming about kissing this guy definitely counted.

“What about you?”

“I guess... I did too.”

His heart was just beating a little fast.

They both turned away at the same time.

The nightmare was terrifying and embarrassing, as if it had really happened. They couldn’t bear to look each other in the eye.

The World Consciousness, arriving late: Wait, my male lead, the one I worked so hard on, is gay again???

Top student male lead seme x haughty young master uke

A few things to note:

1. Slice-of-life story.

2. Please don’t send writing advice. You don’t need to tell me if you’re dropping the story, thanks.

--- Upcoming novel: Mind Your Own Business About My Love Life, a post-apocalyptic zombie story

The apocalypse arrived, and more and more people awakened special abilities. Unfortunately, Lin Jianqing wasn’t one of them.

As the human world was turned upside down, he got separated from his parents and went from “Young Master Lin” to an ordinary guy with nothing but a pretty face.

The people who had coveted Lin Jianqing all thought they finally had a chance, only to have a wolf barge in from his side.

When his good friend suddenly confessed, Lin Jianqing was at a loss. His romantic history was a blank slate, and he’d never been interested in love. His first instinct was to turn him down.

“I have powers now. I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me.”

“Then let’s give it a try.”

Later, they were caught in a horde of infected. At a critical moment, his friend and “lover” shoved him out to take the hit, and he died in the most ridiculous way imaginable.

When he opened his eyes again, he had no idea how much time had passed outside.

His heartbeat was sluggish. He wasn’t human, but he wasn’t entirely infected, either.

Looking at the horde of infected creatures, a thought rose naturally in his mind: He could command them.

The past seemed to be shrouded in fog, and his emotions had frozen. For a while, he had no goal, spending his days thinking about life amid the infected horde that surrounded him.

Until he encountered a mutated animal, two or three stories tall, furry, and capable of acting cute.

He thought maybe he could keep some pets for amusement.

And so, before long, the various bases discovered that someone was keeping mutated animals as pets, and calling a monster whose every step could crush half a building Little Darling.

Everyone began asking about this powerful newcomer who had appeared out of nowhere. Some even tried to buy these “tamed” mutated animals to strengthen their bases.

**

Almost everyone at the Reborn Base knew that their second-in-command, Fu Huichuan, had a white moonlight. He’d been in love with him even before the apocalypse.

Love at first sight, falling harder the second time, then finding out on the third meeting that the man already had a boyfriend. Fu Huichuan had no choice but to back off, and then said, unwilling to give up, that he’d wait for them to break up.

Instead, word came that his white moonlight was dead. Fu Huichuan insisted on seeing the body, dead or alive, and went out searching for days and nights. He came back without even a scrap of clothing and spent several days sick from his serious injuries.

“Who knew Boss Fu was such a devoted lover?”

“He’s a hopeless romantic. I doubt Second Young Master Lin and the boss even know each other.”

“Huh?”

After investigating the matter in depth, Fu Huichuan discovered that his white moonlight’s death had more to it than met the eye. The real culprit was still alive and thriving. That wouldn’t do.

Conflicts between bases were inevitable. Fu Huichuan began preparing to deal with his enemy, only to see that long-yearned-for face again during a mission.

“Hey, you... look a lot like someone I used to know.”

“...Who?”

“My boyfriend.”

“?”

Smooth-talking base big shot seme x a cold, unfeeling uke who’s made peace with death (?)

1. I’m a simple person. Unless something unexpected happens, this should be a very traditional zombie story.

2. I write the stories I want to read myself, hehe.

Premise: Break free from the shackles of fate.