[So, yes, I really did dig up an old stash of drafts. That's a whole lot of precious words right there.jpg]
One day, I transmigrated into a book, the plot went off the rails, and someone had to take the blame. Who would it be?
With a bang, Yan Shu dropped the blame on the protagonist, berating him for never doing anything useful and calling him a bona fide couch potato.
Liu Libai: "Fine, you eat my food, use my things, and live in my house, and now you're going to scold me?"
Yan Shu decided to set that question aside for now.
But then another problem came up.
If the protagonist goes off-script, fine, but who's to blame for the protagonist turning gay?
With a bang, Yan Shu... had the blame snatched away by Liu Libai and dropped right on his head.
Yan Shu took the blame, looking utterly baffled. "Wait, what does this have to do with me?"
Liu Libai: "You flirt with me and then run off. Yan, you really deserve to die."
The protagonist turned gay, and I was the one who flirted with him?
Yan Shu swore to the heavens: he'd only read a few too many weird novels and taken a closer look at some unusual scenes. Since transmigrating, he hadn't even peeked at Liu Libai in the shower. So why was this blame being pinned on him?!
A silly, cheerful reader who can't stop talking nonsense x a protagonist who's given up thinking and just indulges him
Theme: Dating should be fun and full of joy.jpg
