The Cannon Fodder is Always Coveted by the Paranoid Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“Researcher Gui?”

Gui Wen, who was lying on the bed, moved his eyelids. Just thirty minutes before, together with researchers from over half of the institute, he had completed the most crucial final step in the manufacturing of intelligent machinery.

Due to the inevitable risks involved, the researchers participating in the project had held a serious discussion about it. In the end, Gui Wen proposed that he would complete it himself while the others acted as assistants. Although he wasn’t old, he had been exposed to relevant experimental content as an undergraduate, and his experience was no less than anyone else’s.

It wasn’t that Gui Wen himself was particularly obsessed with research. His father was the director of the institute, now deceased, who had spent every day immersed in the laboratory when he was young, ignoring his family and ultimately leading to a divorce from his mother. Having stumbled into the same career path, Gui Wen had the cautionary example of his parents, so he naturally had no plans to start a family. His life of nothing but experiments was quite boring, and if sacrificing himself for the country meant sacrificing himself for the country, so be it.

Hearing his colleague’s call, Gui Wen finally managed to lift his eyelids, but his body ached in waves for some inexplicable reason. However, when the others crowded around and asked if he had any unusual symptoms, he still waved his hand: “I’m fine. I’ll be fine after resting for a while.”

This pain persisted all the way until off-work hours, so Gui Wen remained lying on the bed without moving, thinking it would be simpler to just spend the night at the institute and look for a doctor once his symptoms eased.

However, Gui Wen never waited for the moment to get out of bed. Unawares, he fell unconscious once more.

System O0O has connected to the host.

Entered World 001.

Gui Wen thought he had gone crazy from overwork, researching artificial intelligence in his dreams, and that the so-called system voice was just an illusion. However, when he opened his eyes again and found himself lying in a completely unfamiliar, exquisitely furnished room that was larger than his entire apartment, the pain having vanished out of thin air and been replaced by an undeniable fever, he realized that everything was not as simple as a mere dream.

System O0O?

Gui Wen tried calling out to the voice that had appeared out of thin air inside his mind.

Hello, host. System O0O is at your service. Due to severe radiation contamination during your experiment, the system has temporarily suppressed the adverse reactions for you. You need to complete corresponding tasks in various worlds. Based on your completion, the system will issue a rating from D to S, and then use the rating as a basis to eliminate the radiation in your body.

Radiation, huh? Gui Wen rubbed his temples. It seemed this was the cause of the non-stop pain in his body. Whether he understood it or not, he could only accept the situation before him. What tasks?

You will play the role of cannon fodder in various book worlds, driving the protagonist’s plot development forward. When the completion rate reaches one hundred percent, the system will help you escape the world.

Since he had already transmigrated, Gui Wen obviously had no right to refuse. The memories of the cannon fodder original owner flooded into his mind like a tidal wave. The cannon fodder role he was playing was called Yan Guanbai, and the protagonist of this book was Zong Xian, the eldest son of the wealthy Zong family.

Yan Guanbai’s father and Zong Xian’s father shared a deep friendship, having known each other since high school. Later, after both started their respective families, they never broke contact. Until an accident occurred during a gathering where the venue caught fire, Yan Guanbai’s father sacrificed himself in a sea of flames to save Zong Xian’s mother, leaving behind Yan Guanbai, who was still in elementary school, along with a pet white cat.

With no other relatives in the family and his mother having passed away early, young Yan Guanbai had no other family members, so Zong Xian’s father took him home along with the little white cat, caring for him for ten full years.

Yan Guanbai came from an ordinary family background. Before coming to the Zong family, he had never imagined life could be so luxurious. But Yan Guanbai also understood that he was merely an outsider. No matter how wealthy the Zong family was, not a single cent would ever belong to him.

Unless.

He could become Zong Xian’s husband.

After reaching adulthood, knowing that Zong Xian would inherit the Zong family in the future, Yan Guanbai began going to great lengths to curry favor with the other man, even using clumsy methods to seduce him.

However, Zong Xian had long seen through Yan Guanbai’s true colors and despised his low tactics. It was only out of consideration for their elders that Zong Xian refrained from dealing any harsh blows to Yan Guanbai.

Later, Zong Xian met the fated protagonist Shou and began dating him, whereupon Yan Guanbai started using every means possible to sabotage the relationship between the two.

Until the night before Zong Xian’s engagement to the protagonist Shou, Yan Guanbai tracked down the protagonist Shou and lied that Zong Xian was in danger abroad, tricking the protagonist Shou into immediately boarding a flight bound for foreign countries.

Upon learning of this matter, Zong Xian finally drove Yan Guanbai out of the Zong family.

Naturally, Yan Guanbai suffered a miserable fate after losing family protection. Gui Wen’s mind even held the image provided by the system of Yan Guanbai sleeping on the streets.

This is the host’s final task: get driven out of the family and sleep on the streets. Complete it to escape this world.

Now issuing the first task to the host: maintain the character persona, take the initiative to seduce.

Hint: Zong Xian will arrive at the villa in half an hour. Please try your best to seduce the protagonist so as to earn his cold glare.

Gui Wen glanced at the phone placed on the side; it was currently 3:00 PM.

After the screen went dark, Gui Wen faintly caught sight of his own reflection. It was still the same familiar face, with slightly long hair hanging right down to his shoulders, except that in this world he had been branded with the identity of Yan Guanbai.

The white cat he had brought from home back then was still alive, resting curled up in a cat bed in the corner at this very moment. Seeing Yan Guanbai prop himself up from the bed, it didn’t react at all.

Yan Guanbai didn’t like cats; the pet was raised by his father.

Gui Wen stopped looking at the cat and refocused his attention on himself. The body’s fever symptoms had never disappeared from the very beginning. Gui Wen touched his forehead, and sure enough, it was burning hot.

The memories instilled by the system included records of Yan Guanbai’s fever. He wasn’t in a hurry to see a doctor or take medicine; instead, he intentionally waited for Zong Xian to return so he could act pitiful and put on a miserable act, attempting to win the other man’s attention.

To complete the task, Gui Wen chose to stay loyal to the original work.

Half an hour later, hearing movement outside the room, Gui Wen got out of bed and leaned against the doorway to observe the situation.

Yan Guanbai lived in a room on the first floor. Outside the door was the side parlor, allowing Gui Wen to easily catch the conversation of the newcomer. A middle-aged woman’s voice entered his ears first; it was probably Zong Xian’s mother, mostly asking about her son’s recent situation.

“It’s nothing, the client side negotiations went very smoothly.” Zong Xian was dressed in a crisp black suit, sitting beside his mother.

“I don’t worry much about your affairs,” the woman couldn’t help frowning, “It’s Guanbai. He hasn’t left his room all day, and he won’t even eat when the servants bring food in. You should go check on him.”

Zong Xian’s expression instantly turned chillingly cold, obviously unwilling to see Yan Guanbai. His mother seemed to notice her son’s attitude and let out an imperceptible sigh: “He’s still your younger brother after all, go take a look. This child never lets me into his room, saying it’s inconvenient.”

“I know.” Zong Xian got up from the sofa, his tone turning even colder than falling into an ice abyss when he heard the title of younger brother.

Gui Wen hurriedly closed the room door tightly until Zong Xian knocked on the wooden panel outside. “Open the door.”

“Brother Zong Xian.”

“Don’t call me brother, I am not your brother,” Zong Xian knocked harder, “Open the door if you’re not dead.”

Gui Wen opened the room door. His hair was still scattered messily over his shoulders, and he wore short-sleeved, short-legged pajamas, exposing the fair skin of his neckline and his slender legs. He bit his pale lips tightly, attempting to put on a pitiful, delicate look tortured by illness.

Target of the task has appeared, current hatred value of the target toward the host: 82 percent.

The Pitiful Buff has been automatically activated.

The prompt tone sounded in his mind, and Gui Wen immediately felt a damp sensation in the corners of his eyes, his pair of eyes instantly looking misty.

With an 82 percent hatred value, it would be effortless for Zong Xian to give him a cold glare.

“I think I have a fever,” Gui Wen moved closer to Zong Xian, deliberately meeting the gaze of the person before him, “Feel it.”

Normally, Zong Xian would have left the room without a second word, but at this moment, the impression Yan Guanbai gave him differed vastly from the past. His long-held perception told him that the person before him was indeed his nominal younger brother Yan Guanbai with whom he shared no blood relation, but toward the soul-stirring pair of eyes in his line of sight, and the pretty, docile shoulder-length hair that made one want to touch it, he had not a shred of memory.

Zong Xian had never expected that he would feel a shred of empathy toward the despicable-methed Yan Guanbai.

He hesitated for a moment, raising his palm to press against Gui Wen’s forehead. “Is that so?”

The target’s current hatred value has changed to: 77 percent.

Host, please continue trying to seduce and disgust the target. If the hatred value drops further, it will be judged as a task failure.

Gui Wen frowned imperceptibly. Acting according to the original owner’s strategy, he completely failed to understand why Zong Xian would lower his hatred value.

He raised a hand to gently stroke Zong Xian’s hand back, moving closer to the other man’s direction until he was almost pressed right against Zong Xian’s body. “It’s true, my body is also very hot, it’s very uncomfortable.”

Zong Xian’s hatred value remained unchanged, but he let out a cold laugh devoid of emotion. Gui Wen felt uneasy under the other’s gaze, taking a deep breath before speaking again: “Do you want to touch and see?”

“Take it off.”

Zong Xian still maintained that emotionless, stern expression, swiftly pulling back the hand that had been resting on his forehead, his gaze fixing directly onto Gui Wen.

The latter immediately went to untie his pajama buttons. In reality, performing such an action, even though the other party was a man, made it hard for Gui Wen not to feel embarrassed. Ever since graduating from university and being hired by the Capital Research Institute, he hadn’t considered romantic matters for several years, let alone any physical contact.

Come to think of it, Gui Wen’s experience in romance was limited to this one abortive unrequited crush during high school; the female counterpart probably hadn’t even known his name. As for university, besides mountains of coursework, there was only more coursework.

The buttons were undone down to the very last one, and Gui Wen’s hands couldn’t help trembling slightly. He knew all the plots of the original work, and at this moment, everything Zong Xian did was beyond his expectations. Noticing his small movements, Zong Xian only found it amusing: “Weren’t you the one inviting me? Yet you’re the nervous one.”

“I am not.” Putting on a calm facade, Gui Wen was about to strip his pajamas off his upper body when Zong Xian stopped his movement first.

The next second, the other man forcefully pressed Gui Wen down onto the bed, locking eyes with those tear-rimmed eyes of his.

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