Don't Pick Up Men by the Roadside

My name is Jiang Yuan.

If nothing unexpected happened, then something unexpected must have happened to me.

Looking at all the men around me in white, each surrounded by an ethereal aura,

I figured I must have transmigrated.

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As the Founding Master wisely said, never pick up a pitiful man when you’re out and about, or you’ll be the one who suffers.

I looked at the boy in front of me, who was obviously the male lead, and nodded in agreement.

Whoever wants to pick him up can do it. It won’t be me.

Who would have thought?

Even if I didn’t pick him up, someone else would.

My cheap excuse for a master shoved the male lead in front of me and said he was now my junior fellow disciple, and that I had to take good care of him and shoulder the responsibility of being the eldest disciple.

Master, I hate you.

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Later, my cheap junior fellow disciple brought people to attack our sect.

I was also run through by someone’s sword.

I knew picking up a man on the roadside would bring trouble!

But why was I the one who got into trouble when it was my master who picked him up?!

Well, judging by how things were going, my master probably wouldn’t fare much better.

Seeing my junior fellow disciple’s face change as he rushed toward me,

I drifted lightly into his arms.

“The culprit... the culprit is...”

I struggled to utter those five words, then peacefully passed away.

-

Everyone, once again, I never would have guessed.

I actually didn’t die.

My cheap junior fellow disciple dragged me back from the gates of death.

Then, with a dark expression, he pinned me to the bed and asked who the culprit was.

Um... Junior Brother, could you move your paws off my waist first?

How do I tell you?

Your senior brother doesn’t know either.

*The main story is told in third person.

*No angst, no angst, no angst! A silly, sweet, happy-ending treat!

*Screenshot taken on 2023.03.29.

Theme: To be added