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As a pure-love web novel author, Yi Xuan recently hit a wall with his inspiration. While distressed, his gaze accidentally landed on his roommates walking past him. Wait, roommates? With this group of guys around him, who could practically serve as templates for novel protagonists, how did he only just think of them now?
His dormitory is a mixed-department room. Not only does it have a cold, brilliant science major, an artistic anime artist, and a wealthy playboy, but it also features a top-tier law student and a patient medical student.
In short, it is the ultimate “Strongest Dormitory” collection. Furthermore, every one of them seems to have a backstory, and most importantly, none of them look like they are interested in the opposite sex.
Yi Xuan: !!! Isn’t this the perfect setup?
With inspiration exploding, he fought hard for half a year and produced a million-word hit novel.
Good news: The book became a hit.
Bad news: His identity was exposed.
Facing his roommates who came over aggressively to interrogate him: (Hands raised above his head) “I was wrong.” (Adopting a very cooperative attitude of admission.)
But he still could not escape a round of sanctions.
Good news: After the sanctions, they calmed down.
Bad news: After the sanctions, they inexplicably transmigrated into the book!
Another good news: They transmigrated into the very novel the roommate, Yi Xuan, wrote.
They had already read the plot, and they each gained a wife.
Another bad news: The damn roommate, Yi Xuan, loves writing angst, and they and their wives were tortured to the brink of death. Roommates: “No, wait. You have gone too far.
Are you saying that only you and your wife were not tortured?
You just tortured us?” (Pointing fingers.)
Yi Xuan: (Twiddling fingers) “That is not exactly true.
Actually, I tortured my wife too…” Roommates: … Roommates: “You beast!”
The Artist In the home studio: “Good boy, hand lower.
Yes, just like that. Come, lift your wings higher.
And the antennae, do not curl them into a ball. Yes, yes, just like that.” Ying Jue’s movements never stopped, his stylus darting quickly across the drawing tablet. On the screen in the air was a small female Zerg in a maid outfit, his face flushed with the bashfulness of someone who had just been teased into silence. “Master… Master, is… is it not finished yet?”
The Zerg in the maid outfit shyly released his wings and antennae, his body turning pink from intense embarrassment. “Don’t move, good boy. It’s almost done… heh.”
Ying Jue’s smile was so excited he could barely contain it.
Ying Jue’s mental tentacles silently wrapped around the small Zerg, aggressively probing into strange places, causing the corners of his eyes to turn a deep, scarlet red. “Master… no, please!”
The small Zerg bit his lip tightly to suppress the gasp that was about to escape. The room was filled with the scents of spring and zergs.
One-Sentence Summary: After writing a novel, I assigned a wife to every one of my roommates!
Theme: Social harmony, changing the predetermined future.
