A Vicious Cannon Fodder, but a Modern College Student

[Main story complete, only 10 yuan for the full book. Thanks for supporting the original!] [Coming soon: “Cold and Ruthless CEO, but He Drinks Milk Tea,” blurb at the bottom] Shi Jihan transmigrated into a world where three books had merged. He was the vicious cannon fodder who was repeatedly used and met a tragic end, and he was bound to an unreliable newborn System. Shi Jihan: . Three books, no matter how you merge them, there’s always a catch :) In the first book, he would fight his eldest brother for the family fortune. At a banquet, after getting drunk, Shi Jihan openly voiced his discontent with his eldest brother and threatened to teach him a lesson. The crowd watched with amused expressions as he jumped around like a clown, completely unaware of his own limitations. The eldest Shi brother waved off the people trying to stop him and asked coldly, “Is that so? What are you going to do?” Shi Jihan, thoroughly drunk, racked his brains and came up with the most vicious punishment he could think of: “I’m going to make him get the plagiarism-check rate on all my final papers down to 10%!” The eldest Shi brother: “…” Tell me that isn’t vicious! Proudly puffs out chest.jpg In the second book, Shi Jihan would compete with his second brother for his lover, using every kind of teasing and seduction. He shut the door and cornered his second brother’s husband, pressing him relentlessly: “Let’s do something exciting tonight. I’ll make your blood run hot.” The second brother’s husband concealed the disdain in his eyes and asked playfully, “What are we doing?” Shi Jihan pulled out a book titled 750 Selected Problems in Advanced Mathematics. Tell me that wouldn’t get your adrenaline pumping! After Shi Jihan and the System worked themselves to the bone, the plot went so far off the rails that even its own mother wouldn’t recognize it. The man and the System stared at the share-transfer agreement the eldest Shi brother had handed them and the seven-figure allowance his second brother had transferred to him that month, then clutched their heads and burst into tears. Shi Jihan wilted. “All our efforts were like a dog’s fart.” The System comforted him. “Don’t lose heart, Host. There’s still one more!” It didn’t matter if everyone else had gone off the rails. At least Zhou Jingcheng might still be salvageable. In the original plot, the original owner couldn’t stand Zhou Jingcheng and called him a disgusting dog. Shi Jihan imitated the original owner and tried every way he could to humiliate Zhou Jingcheng. He cornered him, looked down at him arrogantly, and unleashed a string of harsh words. Zhou Jingcheng lowered his gaze and raised an eyebrow. “First, tell me, why are you standing on a stool half a meter tall just to talk?” Shi Jihan’s face turned bright red in an instant. That’s what you call getting triggered. Note: This isn’t an ordinary comedy. It’s genuinely a little unhinged. I wanted to write something normal too, but every time I tried, I started acting up. - [[“Cold and Ruthless CEO, but He Drinks Milk Tea”]] Two souls in one body: a carefree college student X a frosty CEO Chen Leduo was a senior in college when one day he transmigrated into a CEO novel and became the CEO himself. The CEO was cold and ruthless, devoted to work, and never smiled. His parents had died young, the company was in turmoil, and shareholders were making a move to seize power. He fought back against the odds and took on the burden, never taking a single day off for years, working himself to the bone. By the usual transmigration-into-a-book conventions, Chen Leduo was supposed to play the CEO. Chen Leduo didn’t care about any of that. He counted all the assets he owned, both movable and immovable… Hilarious. There were too many to count. He threw his head back and laughed. “I’M RICH!” Hahahaha! This was the reward for sincerely worshipping the God of Wealth! Chen Leduo said to the secretary who had come in to report on work, “I know what you’re here to say, but it’s not important. I have a more urgent task for you.” It was the first time the secretary had seen the CEO wear such a serious expression. He was instantly on high alert, all sorts of possibilities flashing through his mind. Had the shareholders returned to make trouble? Was there a problem with one of the company’s projects? Or had the CEO’s awful relatives finally lost patience and decided to make a move? He asked nervously, “What is it?” Chen Leduo said in one breath, “Order everything on the city’s top 20 best-selling delivery-food list. I want to try each one as it arrives.” He paused, then added, “No budget meal combos and no discount coupons, thanks.” Yes, that’s how ambitious he was. From then on, he wouldn’t even look at lemon water that cost four yuan a cup! - Chen Leduo thought being a CEO was great in every way, with only one drawback. The CEO experience had a time limit. When he woke up, he still had to write papers, look for a job, and pay rent. He figured he needed to come up with a way to make every day belong to the CEO. - Xie Suizhi realized he might be suffering from some extraordinary mental illness. His symptoms included constantly feeling drowsy. One second, he’d be in a cross-border video conference; the next, he’d be at a night market, crouched on a little stool eating crayfish, panting from the spice and still chatting with the stall owner. “I’ll franchise your business! We’ll open a branch in Madagascar!” Xie Suizhi: “…” Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? After several days, his out-of-body episodes grew increasingly severe. One second, he’d be waiting in the airport VIP lounge; the next, he’d be at a cosplay convention dressed as Squidward, his voice flattened as he cackled, “Someone has to be useless, so why can’t it be me? Haha!” One second, he’d be holding a board meeting to set quarterly KPIs; the next, he’d be at an amusement park, trying to get onto a children’s trampoline. When an employee stopped him, he still pointed stubbornly at the sign: “It says anyone under 180 jin can play!” The employee asked, “How old are you?” Xie Suizhi: “I can pay!” Xie Suizhi: ? Xie Suizhi cursed, “Pay for what, my ass!” The employee was both shocked and impressed. As expected of a CEO who was ruthless and didn’t waste words, even when cursing himself, he gave it his all. One day, Xie Suizhi met someone at an upscale teahouse to discuss business. He lost focus for a moment, then elegantly raised his hand to take a sip of tea. He sucked up a mouthful of AD calcium milk instead. Xie Suizhi couldn’t take it anymore! He swore that whether he was possessed by a ghost or had something wrong with his brain, he would drive the other guy out of his body. He would take back every day that belonged to him! - Xie Suizhi’s vow to exorcise the spirit fell apart halfway through. The other person grew stronger and more present, and the two could even communicate inside his mind. Gradually, he began to think this little ghost… well, was actually kind of cute. The little ghost used his body to do all sorts of things he’d never tried before, and even things he’d never dared to imagine. After tasting some incredibly delicious milk tea, the little ghost would call him out straight away and happily share it with him. “Drink up, it’s delicious. You can have the second sip.” Then one day, the little ghost disappeared. Xie Suizhi felt gloomy for a long time. He searched the whole world but couldn’t find anyone named “Chen Leduo.” He’d probably been tricked, Xie Suizhi thought. This person didn’t exist at all. Until one day, a new graduate clutching a resume came rushing in and crashed right into his arms. The graduate looked up. As if he’d always known what to call him, Xie Suizhi softly said: “Chen Leduo.” - Theme: Even if you mess everything up, good things can still happen