You, a bona fide fragile college student, transmigrate into the BL master-disciple novel you just finished reading after taking just one sip of your roommate's milk.
The silver lining is that the master who gets betrayed by his disciple is your senior fellow disciple from the neighboring peak, who's currently devoted to cultivating the sword. And you are merely a rich, beautiful, powerful, carefree couch potato with no one to answer to.
Practice swordsmanship today, drink wine tomorrow, and every so often head to the neighboring peak to watch your senior fellow disciple take turns knocking his thirty-odd disciples flying. Life couldn't be more leisurely.
One day, as your senior fellow disciple sent the thirty-first disciple flying in one breath, you finally realized the director was padding things out and couldn't help giving your review.
"Senior Brother, aren't you bored of beating people up like this every day? Suppose your future partner were in there. Would you still knock them flying with one sword?"
Your senior fellow disciple looked at you coldly. "My sword is my partner. I wouldn't knock it flying."
You were furious. You called it a terrible movie, then flounced away.
At the once-every-five-years disciple selection, as usual, you were fast asleep in bed.
Suddenly! Someone kicked the door panel flying. You woke with a start, staring in horror at the door embedded in the ceiling.
As dust billowed, your senior fellow disciple held a child by the collar and thrust him toward you, looking helpless. One side of the child's face was bruised purple, and he was wailing nonstop.
Your senior fellow disciple: "The child keeps crying."
You were furious. This was downright inhuman! You had to get up early for work, get up early for school, and now even after transmigrating, you still had to get up early!
Your lazy life was thrown into turmoil. Just then, a multiple-choice question appeared in your mind:
A. Beat your senior fellow disciple senseless, fight until you collapse, and become the thirty-second disciple to be sent flying.
B. Take the child from him and chide him, "You rascal, you can't even look after a child properly. You just can't bear to be without me, can you?"
C. Sigh, whatever. I'm going back to sleep. Do you want to come sleep up here too?
Theme: Cherish the people by your side
