The Cannon Fodder Went Out Of Character Again Today - Chapter 2

After paying the bill for private room 608, Xu Qiduo curled up with extremely low presence on the sofa in the lobby rest area.

The system hadn’t even told him the name of the character he was inhabiting; so far, it had only filled him in on the general plot and who the male protagonists were.

Wang Shuo, the protagonist gong, was a fickle and dissolute playboy who supposedly floated through a myriad of blossoms without a single leaf touching his body. Naturally, he would eventually fall under the protagonist shou’s denim jeans.

At present, Wang Shuo was his primary target for counterpart scenes.

The protagonist shou was named He Jin. When Xu Qiduo first transmigrated, He Jin happened to be representing the university at some undergraduate scientific research seminar in the capital, and he still had two weeks before returning. Thus, he hadn’t met him yet.

As for himself, acting as an indispensable, key simping dog NPC in the novel, his sole purpose of existence was to drive the development of the male-male romance later on, helping He Jin recognize his true feelings amidst his own jealousy.

Ugh! This kind of plot was cheesy enough just to think about! The problem was that he still had to personally step up and play this simping dog role.

Fortunately, he had already figured out the routine of this simping dog recently.

As a cannon-fodder simping dog, he had to appear immediately whenever the male protagonist Wang Shuo summoned him; that was the system’s rule and a task he had to execute.

However, the system never said he couldn’t slack off!

For instance, Wang Shuo would sometimes call him to pick him up, but Wang Shuo wouldn’t always remember him by the time he rushed over.

Between the club, the drinking, the mixers, and the gatherings, when it was all over, Wang Shuo usually had a companion by his side.

At times like this, as long as he showed up in front of everyone and let them know that the simping king Xu Qiduo had been there, as for how he simped afterward, others wouldn’t know, and Wang Shuo wouldn’t care at all, then he could slack off right there.

Take this time, for example: he came, paid the bill, waited for Wang Shuo to come downstairs, and fulfilled his duty. But whether Wang Shuo would still remember him later when coming downstairs hugging a little sweetheart was hard to say.

If Wang Shuo did remember him, it would undoubtedly mean telling him to drive the pair to a hotel for a room, and then footing the bill for their lodging and taxi fare (a pure sucker). If Wang Shuo didn’t remember and left on his own (a super sucker), then Xu Qiduo’s scenes for the night would come to a close right there.

This was a passive style of simping he had figured out on his own.

If the male god needed him, he would show up; if the male god didn’t need him, at least he had shown up! In the eyes of others, that was already devoted enough.

His system would only appear once a week to inspect the trajectory of the plot.

Because it claimed it had to manage many hosts, as long as he didn’t go out of character and the plot was on track, the system’s management regulations were actually quite lenient.

Since the system hadn’t prohibited him from doing this, only telling him not to go out of character, to continue acting as a simping dog, and to perform his scenes properly, he was good to go.

Xu Qiduo understood that as long as his reputation as a simping dog remained intact, the specific way he simped didn’t really matter.

Just as he anticipated, when Wang Shuo came downstairs, he was hugging a pretty boy in his arms.

Wang Shuo didn’t seem to notice him, or perhaps he actually did notice him and simply didn’t want to bother with him.

Wang Shuo led that pretty boy straight out of the club, not even sparing a single glance in his direction. Xu Qiduo knew right then that his plot scenes for tonight had come to an end.

Yet, to maintain his persona, he curled up on the lobby sofa a little longer. He waited until a few fair-weather friends who often drank with Wang Shuo came downstairs, and only then did he leave the club with a disconsolate air amidst their teasing yet mocking remarks.

Ah, another day of unrequited love; being a simping dog is truly so miserable!