The Cannon Fodder Became a Superstar After Joining a Dating Show with the Film Emperor [Transmigration] - Chapter 2

No wonder I got censored! Coveting the male lead’s ass. isn’t that the unpardonable sin of a cannon fodder?!

Fuck, Lu Ren wept silently in his heart.

Now, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash me clean!

No, I can’t watch any more.

Trembling, Lu Ren pressed pause. He looked up, pressing his legs together in the kneeling posture of an elementary school student confessing a mistake.

He forced a stiff smile. “Yin… Brother Beilin, I was wrong. I was being immature… You can kill… no, you can punish me however you want…”

“Continue.” Yin Beilin casually tilted his chin up. “This is just the beginning.”

Lu Ren’s vision went black. “…Just the beginning? Isn’t this enough already?!”

His lips trembled. Lu Ren looked up. The man opposite him narrowed his eyes.

A familiar wave of pressure washed over him. Lu Ren couldn’t hold out for even two seconds before swallowing his words and spinelessly pressing play.

The rest of the video was positively steamy.

Lu Ren’s face flushed crimson.

His “on-screen self” slithered forward like an alluring white snake, swaying with every step, before finally straddling Yin Beilin. He then began to unbutton Yin Beilin’s shirt.

But the next second, the Yin Beilin in the video slowly opened his eyes.

Those sharp, deep phoenix eyes stared unflinchingly at the man on top of him, like a predator waiting for its moment to strike.

Lu Ren’s heart skipped a beat, and the hair on his arms stood on end.

Yet the “on-screen self” was as blind as a bat, completely oblivious to the icy, detached expression on Yin Beilin’s handsome face. He remained seated on the man, still struggling with the buttons.

If he could, Lu Ren desperately wanted to teleport into the video, grab the original owner by the shoulders, and shake him three times.

*Big brother, he’s awake! At least look up…*

In the video, Yin Beilin looked ready to make his move.

Even through the screen, Lu Ren couldn’t help but gasp.

But the next second, “he” suddenly collapsed onto Yin Beilin’s body.

Lu Ren: “…?”

A sudden, ominous premonition gripped him.

Don’t tell me… I transmigrated right at this moment?

Ding! Correct!

The hallucinated voice chimed in Lu Ren’s dazed ears.

Sure enough, the next second, Lu Ren watched dumbfounded as his on-screen self launched a heavy handed assault, pounding Yin Beilin’s chest twice.

“You’re heartless! You’re so heartless! It’s one thing not to pay me… but how could you treat me like this!”

In the video, Yin Beilin seemed to be stunned for a second by the two punches. The crack in his grim and frigid expression widened as he stared down at the man on top of him, his face darkening.

Lu Ren felt a strange wave of guilt wash over him. But the next moment, something happened that made his face turn even greener.

“How could you only provide one boxed meal a day…” His on-screen self hiccupped, pounding Yin Beilin’s chest and wailing, “I’m a male college student who still needs to grow and develop! Waaah! How could you do this to me!”

Lu Ren: “…”

Lu Ren covered his face with his hands.

The male college student’s fragmented memories of yesterday seemed to resurface a little more.

During his junior year summer break, Lu Ren had joined the crew of a web drama.

At first, he had landed the role of the third male lead. But for some reason, in the end, he wasn’t even the eighteenth male lead, let alone the third. He went from playing a prince to playing a little eunuch who got kicked by that same prince.

A little eunuch didn’t have many scenes to begin with, but Lu Ren didn’t know if he had offended the new third male lead. He often waited from morning till night, all for one scene with the actor playing the prince.

And because they only filmed night scenes, he only got one boxed meal in the evening. He was constantly underfed, underhydrated, and paying out of his own pocket.

Lu Ren’s face flushed. “Brother Beilin… I, uh…”

“Let’s talk about it later. Keep watching.”

Lu Ren: “…”

Please, no…

Could it get any more embarrassing?

The footage that followed was enough to turn the face of Lu Ren, the pure-hearted college student, as green as moss.

After he had thrown three or four heavy punches at Yin Beilin while completely naked, his hands were already held firmly by Yin Beilin.

Even so, Lu Ren still saw himself naked, thrashing and rolling all over Yin Beilin like a madman.

Yin Beilin’s expression could only be described as a dark cloud looming over a city, threatening to crush it.

Who would have thought that after Yin Beilin restrained him, he would just switch to another way of acting like a drunken fool?

Lu Ren’s face turned pale as he watched himself wrap his arms around Yin Beilin’s neck, clinging to him like a stubborn leech. He buried his face in Yin Beilin’s shoulder, sobbing and snotting all over it. “Happy breakup, I wish you happiness… *hic*… You can find… *hic*… someone better…”

Thud.

The camera fell onto the pristine white bedsheet.

Lu Ren’s face turned a sickly green, and he didn’t dare look at the male lead, who was said to have a severe germaphobia.

Lu Ren’s vision went dark. “…Brother Lin, I’m really sorry…”

Beside him, Yin Beilin let out a cold, indifferent snort. “There’s more. Keep watching.”

Five more minutes passed.

Lu Ren watched his own stark-naked body hug Yin Beilin, wailing breathlessly, “I’ll buy you the first cup of milk tea this autumn, okay? *Hic*… I was wrong, I truly was…”

Even after Yin Beilin had thrown him onto a side bed, Lu Ren had stubbornly crawled over to hug him, bawling his eyes out. He had smeared snot and tears all over Yin Beilin’s suit jacket, finally vomiting all over him.

This time, before Lu Ren’s ghastly green face could even reach for the “End” button, a long, powerful hand reached out, and Yin Beilin snatched the camera from the bed.

“I’ve copied the video.”

Yin Beilin walked over.

Lu Ren looked up blankly.

The man opposite him raised a handsome eyebrow and tossed a document onto him. His phoenix-like eyes looked down at Lu Ren with a hint of playful mischief. “Sign this, and I’ll let you go.”

…Sign… sign this?

Lu Ren stared at the stark white paper and swallowed hard. Thinking of Yin Beilin’s ruthless methods, his body grew even stiffer, his face turning from a sickly green to a ghostly pale.

…He couldn’t be asking him to record a video of himself being wiped down with a rag while reciting, “Yin Beilin isn’t gay, I’m the gay one,” could he?

*No way!* Lu Ren shook his head violently, breaking out in a cold sweat. *No way!*

“Brother Lin, Lord Lin!” Lu Ren scrambled to his feet, clutching the documents. Ignoring his own nakedness, he rushed forward in a few strides to catch up with Yin Beilin’s retreating figure. “I’ll do anything! I’ll be your dog, your horse, just please I really don’t want to be a rag! I’m so sorry… you… uh…”

Why the “uh”?

Because the situation was beyond awkward.

Lu Ren had planned to slide to his knees before Yin Beilin, cling to his legs, and beg for forgiveness through a mess of tears and snot, hoping the male lead would be magnanimous and spare him.

But something had gone horribly wrong. As he lunged forward, he had somehow managed to yank Yin Beilin’s loosely tied, dark ink-colored robe clean off.

Amidst a flurry of white documents, the dark fabric slid to the floor.

It revealed broad, flat shoulders, a smooth, fair chest and bare back, well-defined abs, and a proud… uh… Lu Ren caught a fleeting glimpse, and the next second, several sheets of paper slapped onto his face.

The white documents drifted down slowly.

Lu Ren peeled off the two sheets stuck to his face. The word “Agreement” was clearly visible on them.

…Agreement? Not a rag?

*What was that? Was it some kind of marriage agreement Dongfang Zhuzhu had been pushing lately?*

Lu Ren’s mind was a haze as he picked up the paper. When he looked at it again, he fell completely silent.

The four characters on the page were something he had never seen before—*Toy Agreement*.

Suddenly, his face was pinched, forcing him to look up. He met the terrifyingly calm, smiling face of Yin Beilin, who was shirtless.

“What did you mean just now,” Yin Beilin asked with a faint smile, “by ‘rag’?”

Lu Ren: “…”

As Yin Beilin asked the question, Lu Ren felt a sudden tightness in his gut and didn’t dare make a sound.

“Uh, the rag is just…”

His face was still being pinched hard. Yin Beilin’s deep, emotionless black eyes stared at him. Lu Ren didn’t even dare to cry out in pain. He could only shamefully repeat Yin Beilin’s question, racking his brain to figure out how to bluff his way out of this.

Yin Beilin let out a lazy “Hmm?” through his nose. He kept pinching Lu Ren’s face and dragged him closer.

With Yin Beilin still shirtless and his robe hanging loosely off his arms, Lu Ren instinctively pulled the robe up, covering Yin Beilin’s exposed shoulder, and tied it into a bow across his wide-open chest.

Lu Ren had performed this action with extreme proficiency for no other reason than he had been playing an extra eunuch lately, changing clothes for one little master after another until it had become second nature.

After completing the gesture, Lu Ren snapped back to his senses. Meeting Yin Beilin’s sharp gaze, he realized what stupid thing he had just done. He let out a dry, awkward laugh and shamefully repeated Yin Beilin’s question.

“The rag means… The rag means I want to serve you!” Lu Ren’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Yin Beilin’s dark eyes fixed on him. “Oh?” he drawled. “Is that what it means?”

There wasn’t a shred of trust in his tone!

Lu Ren swallowed hard. Just as he was about to explain, Yin Beilin asked lazily, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to be a rag?”

*Damn it, Male Lead, your memory is way too good!*

“I was just too nervous and speaking nonsense!” Without even caring that he was still naked, Lu Ren snatched up the pen and signed his full name on the contract without even glancing at the terms.

He summoned his most sincere, invisible-acting skills, his expression profoundly grief-stricken. “Actually, I’ve always been a fan of Brother Lin!”

“What happened yesterday… I was just blinded by your beauty, possessed by a demon, and drank too much, causing a momentary lapse in judgment.”

Following this line of reasoning, Lu Ren continued with a tone of deep remorse, “That’s why I committed such a heinous act against our unreachable, brilliant, and dashing Lord Lin!”

Before Yin Beilin could speak, Lu Ren pressed on with impassioned fervor.

“After watching the video from yesterday, I have deeply reflected on my behavior and achieved a high level of ideological awareness. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and start my life anew. I will be like a rag unafraid of hardship or exhaustion to become Lord Lin’s most loyal supporter, his strongest fortress, his most…”

Lu Ren’s brain was struggling to come up with a third parallel phrase. Yet Yin Beilin’s eyes remained fixed on him, his gaze suggesting he was eagerly awaiting the rest…

Relying on intuition, Lu Ren tentatively and awkwardly added, “…his most obedient little toy…?”

Yin Beilin: “…”

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