The Cannon Fodder Went Out Of Character Again Today - Chapter 1

Finishing the last drop of beer at the barbecue stall, Xu Qiduo let out a refreshed and satisfied burp.

Taking advantage of the gap while scanning the QR code to pay, he finally glanced at a message that had arrived over half an hour ago.

Wang Shuo: [Come to Misheng Club at twelve-thirty to pick me up.]

It was currently eleven-thirty at night, and the other person obviously could not possibly be inviting him for twelve-thirty the next afternoon.

Xu Qiduo gave a rather disgusted click of his tongue, but still headed out of the barbecue street to flag down a motorcycle taxi, which carried him to the address mentioned in the text message.

“Young people really have boundless energy, going out to keep the party going this late at night. That is thirty-five yuan in total,” the motorcycle taxi driver greeted.

“Sigh, I’m just going to pick up a friend. Let me scan you.”

Xu Qiduo chose a motorcycle taxi as his mode of transportation precisely to air out the heavy smell of alcohol on his body and let the night breeze sober him up.

More than two weeks had passed since Xu Qiduo transmigrated into the novel.

From his initial confusion and rejection to his current compromise, acceptance, and even proficient handling, no person knew what kind of mental journey he had experienced under the system’s brutal torment these past few days.

He had transmigrated after dying of sudden cardiac arrest from staying up all night playing video games, and had been bound to some sort of bug-fixing system. It claimed the novel world was unstable due to an extra transmigrator, and assigned him to act as an NPC to try and maintain the original plot and protect the protagonist from being harmed by the transmigrator.

The system told him that transmigrators nowadays all liked to snatch the protagonist’s luck and forcibly rewrite the ending of the world.

As long as he could help the male-male protagonists finally achieve a happy ending, he would be able to live freely in this world.

In other words, he had been reborn through transmigration.

Timing it precisely, Xu Qiduo arrived at Misheng half an hour early.

Instead of going straight into the club upon arrival, he chose to wait at the main entrance.

For no other reason than that this was his persona, the basic self-cultivation required of a standard simping dog.

Regarding Xu Qiduo’s feelings for Wang Shuo, out of the eight universities and two vocational schools in the N University town circle, no one involved in their social circle did not know about it.

Xu Qiduo had a crush on Wang Shuo openly since high school. He chased him all the way into university, hovering around Wang Shuo for five full years until he finally became a universally known simping dog.

Wang Shuo frequently handed out good person cards to Xu Qiduo, saying things like you are a good person, but I feel we are more suited to be brothers. You have known me for so many years, I only treat you as my younger brother, and so on.

“Achoo!” A gust of night breeze swept past, and Xu Qiduo dazedly raised his head from playing Fight the Landlord on his phone.

He looked around in all directions. The late-night breeze of late summer still carried lingering heat waves, and standing here had him sweating from the warmth, so why had he suddenly sneezed? Could someone be talking trash about him behind his back?

Xu Qiduo wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, tugged at his collar to let in a few puffs of warm air, and ultimately decided to go wait inside the club lobby.

The doorman pulled the door open for him and greeted him familiarly: “Young Master Xu.”

Young Master Xu, Xu the big sucker, Xu Qiduo was here to foot the bill again.

Xu Qiduo guessed that must be what the man was thinking in his heart.

Because Xu Qiduo had already engaged in this kind of behavior many times. As a veteran simping dog, wherever Wang Shuo went, Xu Qiduo would invariably show up to pay the bill.

Paying the bill was just an everyday routine. During the second semester of his sophomore year, Wang Shuo had once entered into a formal romantic relationship.

Xu Qiduo hadn’t transmigrated yet at that time; the original host had even flown specifically abroad after seeing the young couple quarrel, buying a limited-edition gift for Wang Shuo to coax his boyfriend into a happy mood.

He had also served tea, poured water, ordered takeout, and ferried Wang Shuo’s little boyfriend to and from classes. Had Wang Shuo not grown tired of it later on and broken up with the guy, Xu Qiduo probably would have kept simping.

Everyone who knew about this laughed at Wang Shuo for not knowing how to cherish someone as much as Xu Qiduo did. Because of this matter, Wang Shuo had deliberately kept Xu Qiduo at arm’s length for a period of time.

When the kind of fabricated stories that only appeared on certain community forums actually played out in real life, Xu Qiduo felt nothing in his heart besides a sigh of how miserable it was, completely calm and unmoved by his simping role.

Because the system said that not simping meant death, and since he had already died once, he did not want to die a second time.

His past life had ended unjustly; he hadn’t even enjoyed the prime of his youth before kicking the bucket. Now that he finally had a chance to live another life, being a simping dog was just a role, so what was there to find unacceptable?

“Hello, which private room is Wang Shuo in tonight?” Young Master Xu walked familiarly up to the front desk to prepare to check out.

“Young Master Wang is in Private Room 608 today. The current consumption is sixty-eight thousand. Is Young Master Xu paying the bill first?” The front desk staff was already familiar with Xu Qiduo. For someone like this certain young master who always took charge of paying the bill, they naturally recognized his face and voice.

Upon hearing this consumption amount, Xu Qiduo went blank for three seconds, his gaze turning dull as he spoke: “Swipe my card.”