Transmigrated Into the Cannon Fodder Roommate in a BL Novel - Chapter 1

This was a very monotonous room. The walls and ceiling revealed a metallic texture; there were no windows around, and the only light source came from a white spotlight on the ceiling.

On the wall directly opposite the door hung a timer. A faint blue glow displayed: Year 35, February 19, 23:06.

Two minutes later, a halo of light appeared out of thin air within the room, accompanied by the sounding of a mechanical female voice.

“An Cheng, congratulations on completing your ninety-ninth world mission. Total time used: 35 years, 2 months, 19 days, 23 hours, and 8 minutes. Next, you can choose to continue to the next mission or take a short rest.“

As the voice faded, the halo slowly dispersed, and An Cheng’s figure appeared in the room.

The female voice paused for a moment, then continued: “A friendly reminder: you only need to complete one more mission to meet the conditions for rebirth and leave this place.“

An Cheng said, “I’ll think about it.“

An Cheng had been dead for an unknown number of years. After death, his soul had been performing ‘quick-wear’ missions within this world. Of course, it wasn’t for nothing; as long as he completed one hundred missions, he could be reborn and start with a gift of over a hundred million in assets.

For the poor ghost An Cheng, this held massive temptation—it could turn him directly into a never-tiring, perpetual-motion donkey!

An Cheng only considered it for an instant before making up his mind: “Send me to the next world.“

He wanted to embrace his new life and the hundred million assets as soon as possible.

Mechanical female voice: “Instruction received. Starting to match the next world, please wait.“

“World matching successful… binding relevant system…“

“System binding successful. Transmission about to begin, please close your eyes and wait.“

An Cheng opened his eyes. What entered his sight was a white ceiling; in his ears were the friction sounds of objects bumping together.

He knew he had arrived in the mission world, but he wasn’t in a hurry to integrate. Instead, he first closed his eyes and shouted in his mind, “System, come out and give a brief introduction of this mission.“

A cute little cat emerged in his mind, speaking in human tongue, “Hello Host, I am System No. 007.“

An Cheng: “A very senior old system, huh.“

The systems at the Quick-Wear Station were all numbered, starting from 001 and increasing sequentially. By now, they should have reached over twenty thousand. Those starting with “00” could be considered ancient antiques.

The kitten twitched its ears, its whiskers curling up slightly as if it were smiling. “That is because when every host undergoes their hundredth mission, the station dispatches some senior systems to increase the mission success rate. You could call it a type of benefit.“

It was quite humane.

An Cheng signaled the system to continue.

Kitten: “This is a world evolved from a novel. The protagonist ‘shou’ possesses extremely high financial talent and should have gone through the undergraduate-to-graduate track smoothly, gradually becoming a financial tycoon after graduation. However, because of his looks, he attracted too many scumbags. After experiencing many instances of humiliation, he eventually fell into the mire.“

“The novel text has been transmitted to the host’s mind. Please review it quickly.“

Listening to the system’s introduction, An Cheng thought this was just a piece of realistic literature about a protagonist failing to endure hardship and gradually falling into depravity.

But as he flipped through the plot in his mind, his face instantly turned flushed.

“What kind of ‘unsuitable for children’ novel is this!” This is damn well ‘crowd play.‘

The kitten covered its face in embarrassment. “It is precisely because the plot is too… that the host is needed to change everything.“

An Cheng forced himself to calm down. “Continue.“

“The host’s mission is to protect the protagonist shou’s buttocks, allowing him to finish university and get into graduate school peacefully. Everything afterward will return to a normal trajectory.“

An Cheng nodded. It didn’t sound very hard—unlike his previous missions where he had to climb mountains of swords, cross seas of fire, and even take bullets.

After the plot and mission introduction, the kitten began to introduce An Cheng’s current identity.

“Same old rules. The host still goes by his original name, An Cheng. His parents are alive and he has a younger brother. Currently, he is the protagonist shou’s roommate.“

“Mhm. What is the ‘Golden Finger’ this time?“

Doing missions naturally required some sort of cheat; otherwise, how could an ordinary person save the plot?

The kitten hesitated for a while, and after a moment, it bolstered its neck as if throwing caution to the wind. “Host, you know, every protagonist in this kind of ‘text’ needs a roommate who never wakes up.“

An Cheng had a premonition of bad luck.

“The host’s Golden Finger is: every time it reaches a dangerous moment for the protagonist shou, you will fall into a deep sleep—the kind you can’t wake up from.“

An Cheng: “…“

This can be called a Golden Finger?

An Cheng knitted his brows and looked at the cute kitten in his mind, beginning to doubt its status as a “senior system.“

The kitten blinked its eyes and meowed twice. “Introduction finished. Host, I am very tired, taking a break now.“

It rolled once in the air and completely disappeared from An Cheng’s mind, as if escaping.

An Cheng laughed out of sheer annoyance. He opened his eyes, propped up his upper body, and sat with his back against the wall.

This body was about the same size as his original one, with very long legs. However, the dorm bed was too narrow. He extended half of his legs outside the bed to hang freely, barely managing to sit down.

The other people in the dorm were originally packing their things. Hearing the movement on the bed, they paused. Seeing half a leg hanging down followed by an ambiguous cold sneer, they suddenly didn’t know what to do.

They didn’t know someone was sleeping in the dorm.

An Cheng was still rubbing his brow to organize his thoughts when he heard a clear, pleasant voice come from below the bed. “Sorry, we didn’t know you were resting just now. We disturbed you.“

As Bai Qing spoke, the boy who had been leaning against a chair playing with his phone behind him looked up in surprise, glancing over.

Hearing this voice, An Cheng guessed it was the protagonist shou speaking. He leaned forward to look down from the bed.

Bai Qing was slightly raising his chin. On his small, fair face, a pair of exquisite, bright eyes were looking in An Cheng’s direction, filled with sincerity and apology.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and long pants, the simple clothing instead outlined smooth and attractive lines.

His eyes were greatly satisfied. An Cheng thought to himself: He really is good-looking.

If it were according to An Cheng’s own personality, he would have smiled and shaken his head saying it was fine, that he hadn’t been asleep anyway, and taken the opportunity to get closer to Bai Qing.

But this body’s original persona was that of a cold “Young Master” who didn’t like to speak. The biggest taboo in missions was going “OOC” (Out of Character).

Because once a mission ended, the host would leave, but the original owner of this body would continue living—except he would receive all the memories from this period.

An Cheng could only wave his hand, dropping two words: “It’s fine.“

Although the conversation between the two ended coldly, it opened the chatterbox of another person.

Chen He walked to the center of the dorm, his voice bright. “From today on, we are roommates. Should we do a simple self-introduction and then add each other on WeChat?“

As he said the last four words, Chen He looked at Bai Qing with a smile.

Under his gaze, Bai Qing nodded and began to introduce himself. “Hello everyone, I am Bai Qing, Class of ’24, Finance Department.“

Chen He was next. He spoke a bit more. “I’m Chen He, a local from A-City, also a freshman in Finance. I usually like playing instruments; if you guys like it, we can play together.“

An Cheng recalled the name “Chen He” in his mind and quickly remembered his plotline.

On the first day of moving into the dorm, Chen He fell in love with Bai Qing at first sight and later became friends through their interactions. Unfortunately, as they spent more time together, he discovered that Bai Qing didn’t have that kind of “secular love” for him, so he developed wicked intentions.

One night, while the other two roommates were away, Chen He poured a glass of wine for Bai Qing and put something in it. It was through this that he became Bai Qing’s first man.

Pondering this ‘explosive’ plot, An Cheng felt his teeth ache with disgust. He wanted to beat this animal up right now and drag him out.

When it was his turn to introduce himself, his tone seemed unfriendly as he simply said his name: “An Cheng.“

The fourth person in the dorm wore thick glasses and a plaid shirt, looking like someone not very good at socializing. He waited until the very end to speak. “H-hello everyone, my name is Wang Qimeng. I’m very happy to… to become roommates with everyone.“

Afterward, everyone added each other as friends and started a group chat.

An Cheng stepped down the ladder from his bed and walked to the balcony to wash up. His bed was far from the balcony, so he had to pass by Bai Qing and Chen He’s beds.

He seemingly glanced at Chen He casually and found that he was walking toward Bai Qing’s seat.

On the surface, An Cheng remained calm, but internally he kept complaining: He just moved in, and he’s already this impatient?

As the ‘large ice block’ of the dorm went to the balcony, Chen He felt inexplicably relieved. With a smile on his face, he walked over to Bai Qing.

Bai Qing was sitting in his chair, looking at something thin on the desk. Chen He looked and saw it was actually the Freshman Handbook.

He laughed. “You’re actually reading the Freshman Handbook.“

Bai Qing looked up, his long eyelids lifting, his mouth also carrying a hint of a smile. “I had nothing to do anyway, so I’m just browsing.“

Chen He leaned halfway against the chair Bai Qing was sitting on. “Where is your hometown? I didn’t hear you mention it just now.“

“B-City.“

“That’s quite far. Were your parents willing to let you go?“

Bai Qing smiled. “I’m a son. Why wouldn’t they be willing?“

Chen He nodded. “True. I go on road trips all over the place during vacations, and I don’t see my parents saying anything.”

Bai Qing nodded. “Right.”

“Seems like our parents are both quite reassured about us,” Chen He asked casually. “What do your parents do for a living?”

Although An Cheng was washing up on the balcony, his attention was always on Bai Qing and Chen He. Hearing him ask this, he mocked in his heart: This person really has zero sense of boundaries.

Bai Qing’s smile faded slightly, his gaze falling back onto the handbook. “Just ordinary workers.”

Chen He laughed. “Ordinary workers? How could they be willing to buy a Gibson guitar? If I’m not mistaken, it should be a Black Beauty from the Tom Murphy Lab series. The price isn’t low.”

This time, Bai Qing didn’t speak, he just gave a light smile.

Chen He, however, was relentless. “Tell me about it. I’ll exchange with you—my parents are both in education.”

The consistently quiet Wang Qimeng spoke up, his tone not very firm. “Chen He, if Bai Qing doesn’t want to say, stop asking.”

Chen He smiled and blocked his words. “We’re already roommates; we’ll find out sooner or later. Now is just a little earlier.”

An Cheng casually splashed his face with water, passed by Chen He and Bai Qing, and returned to his spot to pull out his chair.

He deliberately did not lift the chair. The desk legs and the granite floor collided, letting out a piercing sound.

The dorm fell into silence once more. Only An Cheng, with a natural expression, bent over to put on his shoes.

Chen He, considering himself quite socially adept, was the first to break the silence. He said to An Cheng, “An Cheng, maybe be a bit quieter next time, or the students downstairs will complain.”

An Cheng didn’t reply to him. Anyway, his persona was that of a “cool, cold guy”; not speaking was more normal.

After putting on his shoes, An Cheng walked a few steps randomly around the bed area, happening to walk right up to Bai Qing and Chen He.

He raised his wrist to look at his mechanical watch. The hands showed 5:40.

An Cheng asked, “Going to eat?”

Chen He’s expression looked a bit unnatural. “Yeah, it’s about dinner time.”

An Cheng ignored him completely, his tone casual. “Didn’t ask you.”

He tilted his head slightly, turning to look at Bai Qing sitting in the chair. “Bai Qing, going?”