The Vase Cannon Fodder Quits Acting [Quick Transmigration]

Blurb:

Yan Jing was forced to play a pretty-boy cannon fodder.

In the first world, he was the rival of the chosen one, a useless pretty-boy in a variety show group whose singing and dancing were both terrible.

"I want to carry..." Yan Jing was itching to give it a try.

The System flatly refused: "No, you don't! How can a cannon fodder steal the protagonist's spotlight? Just be a pretty boy and do your job."

"...Fine, then."

That is, until the celebrity sports meet, when the agency hired them a national-level snowboarding coach.

Yan Jing stared at the man's sleek, sculpted abs, tears sliding from the corners of his mouth.

A pretty boy?

Hah. Not if a dog wouldn't do it.

He was going to bring glory to his country by snowboarding (flirting) and taking up the board (falling in love)!

[World One: From Pretty-Boy Idol to Olympic Champion]

[World Two: From the Chosen One's Clingy Fiancée to the Last Cultivator in the Apocalypse]

With a whole pocket dimension full of supplies he'd gathered, Yan Jing descended from the sky on a flying sword, facing the special forces captain, covered in blood, with a righteous expression.

"The motherland is in danger. I offer myself to the nation!"

[World Three: From a Jealous Pretty-Boy Junior Disciple to an Aloof Sword Cultivator Genius]

Yan Jing looked at the frail young man he'd picked up in the distance.

He cursed under his breath: Who's the chosen one? Sorry, I don't have time to set traps for him. I'm busy making sure my future husband hits the weights.

#Super-Hot, Nurturing Male Lead x Ditzy Pretty Boy Who Loves Pecs#

Theme: Don't stop chasing the wind and moon; beyond the level fields, spring mountains await