The Big Shot Keeps Thinking We're Into Each Other

Coming soon: Do You Want to Like Me?

A flamboyant, drama-loving bottom X A taciturn top student

Yan Yu transmigrated into a book.

In the book, Yan Yu is a fool with money who doesn't realize the scum gong is using him as a substitute.

To escape the scum gong's advances, Yan Yu decides to pull a double-substitute scheme.

Facing the scum gong, he pretends to be dejected, his eyes red and glistening with tears: You're nothing like him.

The scum gong snaps: Like who?!

Yan Yu looks all around, until he spots a man on the rooftop whose features are too blurred to make out. A flicker of excitement crosses his eyes, and he points him out to the scum gong at once: If he weren't so unattainable, someone you can admire from afar but never touch, why would I settle for a defective version like you?

Who knew that would stir up such a storm? He overdoes it, and the scum gong actually turns around, determined to improve himself and get back together with Yan Yu?!

So Yan Yu has no choice but to write love letters to the man on the rooftop day after day, right in front of the scum gong.

"Being cute isn't a long-term plan, but being cute, Yan Yan, is."

"When will you, this iceberg, turn into the ice cream in Yan Yan's hands?"

"..."

Until one day, someone blocks Yan Yu's way on the stairs. The person before him has a deep, unreadable gaze.

"Sorry, who are you?"

The man's expression shifts. His pitch-black eyes stare at Yan Yu. "Your unattainable man."

Blurb two:

For seventeen years, nobody tried to pull He Ci out of the mud.

But Yan Yu was different. He entered He Ci's life as a friend, yet time and again he secretly delivered love letters to the rooftop He Ci often visited.

Every letter was burning hot to the touch, filled with deep, sincere affection and gentle tenderness.

He Ci could hardly believe it, but he still couldn't help falling for him.

One day, unable to hold back any longer, he stood before Yan Yu with dozens of love letters and confessed his feelings. Yan Yu trembled as he took his glasses from his pocket, wiped them, and put them on.

When he recognized the person before him, Yan Yu was dumbfounded. He ventured, "Hypothetically, if I had bad eyesight that day and mistook someone else for you, what would you do?"

He Ci's face remained expressionless as he tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'd turn evil."

Substitutes are everywhere. How can anyone tell who I really am?

Also known as The Way He Sneaks Up to the Rooftop to Deliver Love Letters Is So Beautiful, I Thought My Substitute Was a Paper Character, and He Doesn't Want to Be Friends with Me, He Just Wants to Get with Me

Here's a new story! Do You Want to Like Me?

[The World-Weary, Carefree Bad Boy X The Gentle, Restrained Childhood Friend]

When Wen Zhao, the illegitimate son of the Wen family, returns to the country and sees Qi Fang again, he learns that Qi Fang has been living recklessly for a long time. He's the king of the nightclubs, a demon king in the gay community, and notorious for spending money like water, like Zeus in the entertainment industry.

Later, at the welcome-back banquet Wen Zhao throws for him, Qi Fang doesn't even look at him before leaving with a bored expression.

Qi Fang's dislike is obvious. He even lets some bottom-tier young stars bully Wen Zhao, a newcomer to show business.

Wen Zhao is at a loss. The two of them were closest as children. Back then, Qi Fang was like a little stray dog, marking Wen Zhao as his territory and forbidding anyone from even looking at him.

Now they act like strangers. Wen Zhao swallows his hurt and quietly stays by Qi Fang's side as an anonymous pen pal. He sends a letter every week without fail, even though Qi Fang never replies.

"The plum blossoms at Xiyuan are in bloom. Picture attached." I miss you so much.

"The waves at Erhai are beautiful. Picture attached." I still miss you so much.

"..."

Until one day, they both trend after a variety show appearance. In the video, the host teases, "You have to choose either truth or dare, right?"

Wen Zhao nods, gathering his courage. "I've liked Qi Fang for a long time."

Below the stage, Qi Fang's eyes are pitch-black, and he appears unmoved. Not until the cigarette between his fingers burns down and scalds the callus on his middle finger does the man's despondent expression freeze for a moment.

Soon after, his manager clarifies online that Wen Zhao chose dare.

Qi Fang looks at the entertainment news, burns every letter Wen Zhao wrote, then goes back to living recklessly. After all, Wen Zhao has always come and gone as he pleases. Qi Fang can't do anything about it, and he's bored and tired of it.

But then the young man gets drunk and can't walk, looking at him with red eyes. Just one glance brings Qi Fang's reckless days to an end. He bends down and carries him on his back.

"What if I was telling the truth that day?"

Qi Fang stops in his tracks, remembering all the times Wen Zhao left him behind at the airport when they were young. He glances sideways at the young man's red-rimmed eyes, his expression calm. "Then I'll be magnanimous," he says, "and forgive you for disappearing without a word so many times."

"I'll reluctantly accept your love."

[Their mutual, tentative crush is restrained and full of testing the waters, like a salted green lemon: sour, but impossible to put down.]

1. Neither has been with anyone else.

2. A story about saving each other. They both have it pretty rough.

I can't resist an old flame rekindled, QAQ.

Theme: Self-discipline is freedom.