[Coming soon: "May the Moon Shine on Me." Click to read about a captivating superstar, a debauched scumbag uke who toys with people's hearts.]
Once a godlike presence in the military and the undisputed king of the special forces, 32-year-old Rong Yijin retired from active service with a chest full of honors and medals awarded by his country.
Rong Yijin was lounging comfortably in bed, planning how to enjoy his happy retirement, when he opened his eyes the next morning to find not the glorious sunlight falling upon him on the golden beaches of the Maldives, but a vicious flying kick aimed at his chest.
The king of the special forces: "?"
Rong Yijin had transmigrated into the body of another man named Rong Yijin in a parallel world.
Rong Yijin Number Two was a member of a top-tier boy band in this world, one of the hottest idols of the new era. But he had nothing but good looks and lacked the skills to back them up, sparking one controversy after another. His origins were unknown. He seemed to be the lost child of a wealthy family, but the fake young master had found out first.
The fake young master secretly used one dirty trick after another. Scandals, cyberbullying, and countless fabricated charges and accusations came pouring down on the young man until he was trapped with nowhere to turn and utterly despairing, eventually driven to his death.
He died three days before his twentieth birthday.
Rong Yijin had earned countless medals for heroism at the cost of a body covered in injuries. This young man had fought with all his might to live, only to be rewarded with the most painful betrayal and death.
Rong Yijin quietly finished reading the whole story of the short life of the young man who shared his name. He sighed at the sky, then rolled his wrists.
"Which little brat just kicked me?"
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The System said that if he helped "Rong Yijin" change his fate, he could return to his original world.
Rong Yijin figured that was simple. Just tell him who to beat up. Back when he was on missions, he'd taken on fifteen armed bandits all by himself.
System: "...Please follow this world's rules. You must take revenge in Rong Yijin's own way."
Rong Yijin: "Tsk. Kids are such a pain."
Rong Yijin never expected that the first thing he'd do after returning to the age of eighteen would be learning to sing and dance. The special forces veteran, who had never once twisted his waist like that in his life, felt like there was no point in living.
His bandmates had always treated this pretty but useless burden with contempt. Rong Yijin couldn't be bothered with these brats. If they had a problem, they could come spar with him. In his own world, he hadn't beaten up this many ordinary civilians before (lol).
But strangely, his bandmates, who had once glared at him and found fault with everything he did, began fussing over him and taking care of him one by one.
The cool, versatile ACE, usually willing to communicate only with his eyes, gently wrapped an arm around Rong Yijin's waist and pressed close to his back. His icy voice softened into spring water as it sounded in Rong Yijin's ear. "You need to make this move a little sharper."
The wild, unruly, handsome rapper pinned him against the wall, pressed his thigh forcefully between Rong Yijin's legs, and held him close with no personal space between them. He stuck out an unusually long tongue in front of him. "I got a tongue piercing here. I heard it feels great. Want to try?"
The seemingly gentle and considerate lead vocalist and team captain, usually so calm and composed, was caught on his knees in front of Rong Yijin's laundry basket, clutching his underwear tightly against his face. Even after being discovered, he showed no sign of panic. His face flushed an unbelievable red. "...Help me. I'm almost there."
Even the youngest, a rebellious troublemaker whom Rong Yijin had given a thorough beating as soon as they met, wrapped his arms tightly around him from behind and rested his head on Rong Yijin's shoulder, rubbing his nose against the crook of his neck. In an awkward tone, he demanded, "Why do you never pick me to practice dancing with you?"
And the mastermind behind Rong Yijin Number Two's miserable life, the fake young master who had been so untouchable in the original plot, was now kneeling humbly at his feet, hunched over in shame as he asked in anguish, "What do I have to do for you to look at me just once?"
Rong Yijin thought about it and said, "When you're at my funeral."
[Reading Guide]
1. A universally adored, stunning, pink-haired uke
2. Combat power off the charts. If you don't like him, fight him. Being thrashed by Brother Jin is their good fortune.
3. All semes are virgins, and every character still has one-sided feelings for him.
4. Not a traditional showbiz novel.
5. Choose a love interest, or go with no pairing. Let's see who can take being beaten by their darling.
Theme: Like moss flowers, bloom in adversity
