After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Upon arriving at the Jinming Hotel, both Yan Yongfeng and Yan Yongnian appeared noticeably tense.

Before entering the banquet hall, Yan An let out a soft breath.

He took off his hat and trench coat, revealing himself to be wearing only a beige shirt and light-colored suit trousers, his figure incredibly tall and handsome.

Yan Yongfeng took his coat.

Yan An went in first.

The banquet hall is small, only able to accommodate about twenty or thirty people. The decoration is quite dreamy, with the main colors being metallic champagne gold and hazy blue, accented with pearl white and light pinkish-purple. Warm white ambient light softly illuminates the entire space, and crystal pendants and beaded curtains hanging from the ceiling also sparkle. The carpet underfoot is soft, and the air is filled with a sweet fragrance. Even the tablecloths have a subtle shimmer.

All the guests in the hall were initially distracted.

Some people were also internally commenting on the banquet hall's small size, cheapness, and gaudiness.

Until this moment.

Their attention was instantly drawn to the person who entered.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest, my fingers were trembling uncontrollably, my mouth was dry, my scalp was numb, and all that remained was my most instinctive perception—the perception of Yan'an.

Yan An had already walked up to Yan Jiayu.

Yan Jiayu smiled brightly and hugged Yan An, "Brother, you're here."

Soon, she deliberately lowered her voice and said, "The one surnamed Zhang is here too."

Yan An hugged her back, and when he let go, their eyes met for a moment, and everything was understood without words.

Yan An looked at Yan Congyang who came out, and sure enough, he saw Zhang Mengqiu next to Yan Congyang. "Brother, and Brother Zhang, it's been a long time."

Zhang Mengqiu looked at him, unable to hide her excitement, and tried her best to sound calm, "Xiao An still remembers me?"

"Of course I remember." Yan An smiled politely, but while Zhang Mengqiu was staring at him in a daze, his gaze had already turned to Yan Congyang, and his smile revealed a more genuine emotion. "After all, Brother Zhang is my brother's good friend."

Zhang Mengqiu's expression froze.

Then Yan Congyang stepped forward and hugged Yan An, whispering something in Yan An's ear, which made Yan An push him away.

Yan Congyang pretended to fall, leaning back slightly, but then suddenly straightened up on his own when Yan An reached out to pull him up.

Yan An immediately pushed him again.

The two were cousins ​​who had grown up together, so it was normal for them to play around and fight. But Zhang Mengqiu just couldn't calm down.

Why is it that only a few cousins ​​who are close to Yan An can have the opportunity to see Yan An up close?

With too many people eyeing Yan'an, and with checks and balances in place, anyone attempting to force their way in or even resorting to extreme measures will be targeted and cracked down on.

Even though the Zhang family behind Zhang Mengqiu has great power, they can only meet Yan An once in a while, like this.

Each time, it was Yan Congyang, Yan Jiayu, or Yan Yongfeng and Yan Yongnian who were able to get Yan An to come out of her home.

Zhang Mengqiu stared greedily at Yan An, not even daring to blink.

"It's okay," Zhang Mengqiu comforted herself.

I saw Yan An at least once more.

Moreover, Yan An has already remembered him!

He must find a way to become closer friends with Yan Congyang, or even invest in and start a company with Yan Congyang... By binding them together with interests, the closer their relationship becomes, the more he can get closer to Yan An.

Through Yan Jiayu's introduction, Yan An met some guests.

The guests said they were good friends with Yan Jiayu and had a deep friendship, wishing her a happy birthday, but their eyes were always on Yan An, feeling nervous, obsessed, intoxicated, and tormented.

But none of these visitors were actually Yan Jiayu's true friends.

They only knew in advance that Yan Jiayu would be hosting a small birthday party and that Yan An would be attending, but they couldn't find out the specific time and location.

So they went to great lengths to obtain the invitation from Yan Jiayu.

They kept it a secret from everyone else, waiting day and night, observing each other, on guard, their tense hearts never able to truly relax.

at last……

Yan An's gaze shifted as she looked at them.

Everyone surrounded Yan An, wanting to get closer and touch him.

Yan Yongnian, who had been following Yan An, couldn't help but try to stop them.

"It's a pleasure to see you all here." Yan An looked especially at one of them. "I know you. Jia Yu has told me about you. You sing very well..."

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiayu actually told Yan An about his situation. The man was so grateful that he wanted to kneel down and thank Yan Jiayu. He wished he could immediately grab the microphone and sing a hundred or eighty songs for Yan An.

But at this moment, he was so close to Yan An that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that if he breathed too hard, he would scare Yan An away.

Yan An then looked at the others...

They all held their breath, waiting for Yan An to speak.

Although Yan'an always listened to Jia Yu talk about it, he at least had some impression of them.

Before long, they began to "move" like puppets on strings—the puppet strings that held them were Yan An's glances, gestures, and words.

They are easily manipulated, yet they are happy to do so.

Everyone took photos, ate at the buffet, cut the birthday cake, played games, danced, sang...

Midway through, Yan An sent Yan Congyang a text message containing only a period.

Yan Congyang understood immediately and quickly pretended to answer a phone call, saying to Yan An, "Anbao, my dad needs to talk to you."

The two walked out of the banquet hall. The others wanted to follow, but they were quickly stopped in their tracks by Yan An's glance back and the words, "I'm going out for a bit. You'll wait for me here, right?"

We left the banquet hall for the time being.

Yan Congyang led Yan An to a room he had booked in advance, ensuring privacy and comfort. "Xiao An, dealing with them must have been tiring, right? Do you want to leave early today?"

"Wait a little longer." Yan An sat on the soft sofa, swiping her thumb across the screen, blocking the unknown numbers that kept sending her text messages one by one.

He blocks one person, and the other person can immediately send another message from a different number.

Anonymous:

Brother An'an, I finally see you again. You're at the Jinming Hotel.

Why was I smiling at those people?

"I hacked into those people's phones... They're all bad guys. An'an, please ignore them, okay?"

"I'm so happy to see my brother, but he looks so fragile in the video, like he's even weaker than me. I'm so worried. I really want to see him in person, I want to touch his hand, I want to hold him and take a nap together..."

Yan Congyang peeked at Yan An's screen and said, "Is it that Yu Nuo again?"

Yan An nodded.

When he was sixteen, his parents sent him to the hospital because of his excessive sleepiness. That's where he first met Yu Nuo, a boy a year younger than him.

Yu Nuo was staying in a VIP room at the hospital. He had congenital heart disease and other ailments, which made him unable to experience intense emotional fluctuations and gave him the appearance that he was about to die.

After Yan An arrived at the hospital, he stayed in a regular single room. Yu Nuo noticed Yan An by accidentally hacking into the hospital's surveillance cameras before he took the initiative to come to him. But when he actually faced Yan An, he immediately turned away.

Fortunately, she was in the hospital, and Yu Nuo was quickly taken for emergency treatment, where she miraculously survived...

Yu Nuo's family is very wealthy, but her parents are busy with work, or rather, they don't care about Yu Nuo that much. They didn't arrive in time. When they finally appeared, wanting to question the person who caused Yu Nuo's illness, they almost couldn't breathe when they saw Yan An, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

In short, since then, Yu Nuo has been in poor health and unable to contact Yan An in real life, so she has been coming to him online, almost everywhere.

Yan Congyang got up, cut a fruit platter for Yan An, and then asked, "When was the last time Anbao replied to him?"

Two months ago.

Anyway, I'll reply every few months. The content isn't important; the main thing is to keep the other person calm so they don't go crazy and resort to more extreme measures to affect Yan'an if they don't get a response for too long.

This method of appeasing Yu Nuo by occasionally replying to a message is the same as going out to a party today, meeting with those who have been holding back for too long in the banquet hall, and reassuring them not to suddenly go crazy.

Yan Congyang, Yan Jiayu, Yan Yongfeng, Yan Yongnian, and Yan An's four cousins ​​were all very clear about this—Jiayu's birthday party today was just a pretext.

When Yan'an was younger, the siblings were mostly just playmates.

As Yan'an grew older and more outstanding, they took on the roles of protector and follower, and enjoyed it.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Suddenly, a rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.

"Hello, room service." A flat male voice rang out.

Yan Congyang glanced at his watch, remembering that he had indeed ordered something from the front desk earlier, and got up to go over there.

Yan An casually sensed that there was only one person outside the door.

He didn't think much of it, but when his gaze fell on his phone screen, he discovered...

Anonymous:

"Brother An'an, I know your hotel room. I'm watching the security camera footage in the hallway outside your door, and the person who knocked on the door was acting strangely."

"Brother, don't open the door."

The next second, Weiming called.

Yan An didn't answer; he looked in Yan Congyang's direction.

At this moment, Yan Congyang had already opened the door.

By then it was too late to shout "Don't open the door!"

"Brother Congyang, could you take a look at this for me first?" Yan An raised his voice, but his tone was very natural, and his voice sounded completely relaxed—both to let the people outside the door know that there was more than one person in this room at the moment, and also to hint to Yan Congyang.

At the same time, Yan An had already gotten up and strode over, deliberately making his steps heavy, while holding his phone in his hand.

The man outside the door was dressed in a dark uniform, was extremely tall, and wore a top hat with the brim covering half of his face. He had a bottle of wine on a tray in his hand.

Yan Congyang wasn't asking for wine.

When Yan Congyang heard Yan An call him "Congyang Ge" instead of "Ge," he immediately realized that something must have gone wrong!

—The siblings had an agreement: when Yan An called Yan Congyang "brother," it meant everything was normal; when Yan An called the other three "Jia Yu," "Brother Nian," or "Brother Feng," it meant everything was normal.

Yan Congyang looked at the room attendant in front of him and felt an instinctive fear, whether it was psychological or not. It was like a defenseless person suddenly facing a huge and bloodthirsty beast in the middle of nowhere. His hair stood on end. He was extremely frightened, but he tried his best to remain calm.

Suddenly, the other person reached out and patted his shoulder.

Then, the other party took a step back, intending to leave.

"What are you doing?" Yan Congyang was slapped and felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively felt a strong threat. Before he could finish his question, Yan An had already stepped out from behind him.

Before the other person could look away, their gaze fell upon Yan An. In that instant, the tray in Yan An's hand suddenly tilted, and the wine bottle slipped from his grasp.

His eyes were still fixed on Yan An, clearly lost in thought, but his hand had instinctively caught the falling wine bottle without even looking at it.

This person must be very skilled...

He possessed an extremely restrained killing intent, a quality typically reserved for assassins.

Yan An had seen many assassins in his previous life in the Hidden Demon Sect. He knew very well that there were ordinary assassins, top assassins, and even meat grinder-level assassins.

The last type is simply because they've killed too many people and have no feelings whatsoever... Yan An really didn't expect to encounter this kind of person so easily in the daily life of a peaceful era.

But none of the above are actually the most important.

Most importantly, the moment Yan An's eyes met the other person's.

【Ding! 】

[The cannon fodder storyline has been recorded and can be viewed at any time.]

[Hidden quest unlocked: As cannon fodder, change your predetermined fate as cannon fodder in the story.]

Clearly, this killer-like man is the protagonist of this world.

What kind of world could produce a protagonist with this style?

Before even seeing the cannon fodder plot, Yan An already had a bad feeling.