Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

"It's a pity that I just accumulated two points of affection," Wen Qing sighed regretfully, glancing down at Gu Qin lying on the ground, "I spent them as soon as I got them."

"You can earn more likes," the system said. "The host's life is more important than likes."

The sentiment was only a fleeting regret; it was quickly forgotten.

Two points of affection in exchange for her escaping Gu Qin's control unscathed—it's a deal that's a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

She stood up from the sofa, stretched her stiff hands and feet, and walked to Gu Qin's side.

Gu Qin lay on the ground, her face turned to one side, revealing her high brow bone and tightly closed eyes.

While unconscious, his unruly face finally calmed down, losing the arrogant and domineering aura that made people want to kick him when he was awake, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Wen Qing gently kicked his face with her toe, not with much force, just to satisfy her wicked sense of humor.

Serves you right for being so arrogant, for calling me a "dog," for tying me to the sofa, for bullying and humiliating my brother before...

Now he's lying obediently on the ground, letting me do whatever I want with him.

After kicking him in the face, Wen Qing bent down and looked closely at Gu Qin's tightly closed eyes.

She couldn't help but recall Gu Qin's unusual behavior earlier.

When she faked a heart attack, Gu Qin's reaction was too calm and too practiced.

It would be impossible to do this without having been in contact with patients with heart disease.

So why would a spoiled and arrogant young master know these things?

Wen Qing shook her head, not thinking about it deeply.

Now is not the time to think about these things; she has more important things to do.

She had the system open the shop and exchanged three points of her favor for an ink brush.

Three points, a little more expensive than a tranquilizer gun.

The system says this is a special product, waterproof and oil-proof, long-lasting and colorfast, so that it can't be wiped off even if painted on a wall, let alone painted on a person's skin.

Wen Qing squatted down in front of Gu Qin, uncapped the pen, and held the pen tip above Gu Qin's forehead for a moment before dropping it.

As she finished the last stroke, she straightened up, tilted her head to examine her masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

On Gu Qin's forehead, from the left eyebrow to the right hairline, five large characters were clearly written: "I am a big idiot".

With clear strokes, neat characters, and even spacing, it is a masterpiece of calligraphy on the face.

"alright!"

Wenqing put the pen cap back on, patted off non-existent dust from her hands, and said cheerfully.

"It's time to go. Oh, right, there are a few people outside that need to be dealt with. Luckily, we still have a few tranquilizer darts."

……

At the subway entrance, Wen Fan continued to quietly watch Lin Zhiyan without answering his question.

Lin Zhiyan stood in front of him and asked again, unhurriedly, in the same tone as the first time, without any trace of impatience.

"Wen Fan, are you having any difficulties? If it's within my ability, I can help you."

Wen Fan couldn't help but pinch himself, which seemed to clear his mind a bit.

He looked at Lin Zhiyan with a deep gaze and asked.

Why are you helping me?

Lin Zhiyan was stunned for a moment.

Why should we help him?

He suddenly realized he couldn't answer the question.

Yes, why would he help him?

He knew very well that he was not a kind-hearted person.

His kindness was always calculated, and his help always came with conditions.

When people in the business world mention him, the most common words they use are "smiling tiger" and "cold-blooded animal".

He neither agreed nor disagreed with the former, but readily accepted the latter.

Being cold-blooded has its advantages. Passion consumes energy, and energy is a limited resource that shouldn't be wasted on people and things that don't concern you.

So why would someone as cold as him repeatedly show kindness to the person in front of him?

Lin Zhiyan lowered her eyes and pondered.

The viewers in the live chat were anxious and puzzled by the stalemate between the two.

[Why are you frozen? Wen Fan, just say your sister is missing! Why are you asking this?]

[Your sister is still missing. Lin Zhiyan is your only lifeline now, so tell her quickly!]

Lin Zhiyan was also stunned. What was he thinking?

I don't know, but in the original novel, Lin Zhiyan's attention to Wen Fan developed gradually, not from the very beginning.

Indeed, Lin Zhiyan is gentle to everyone, but there are very few people he truly cares about.

To be fair, this scene felt a bit abrupt. The two had only met a few times, and Lin Zhiyan was already stopping the car to help. This is a bit too much of a sweet gesture, isn't it?

[I agree. I can't get into the Lin-Wen pairing. It's not that I dislike the Lin-Wen couple, but it feels too rushed. Their relationship needs more build-up.]

Honestly, isn't this progress a bit too fast? They've only met a few times, and Lin Zhiyan is already being so proactive. Isn't her character starting to fall apart?

[I also feel that Lin Zhiyan isn't supposed to be this kind of character. In the original novel, he clearly had a strong sense of boundaries, so how did he become a chivalrous protector who's always there for you?]

[Same here, this sweet moment is too hard to handle, I can't stomach it.]

[Forced chance encounters, warning: industrial saccharin]

I think it's alright. He probably just happened to be passing by and stopped because he saw someone he knew. He didn't come looking for them on purpose.

[If you didn't like the previous post about industrial saccharin, then don't read it. Nobody's forcing you to consume it.]

I think this part was well-designed; the protagonist was just being cautious.

To be honest, when people meet certain people, they tend to do things that are not in line with their own personality; that's what it means to be attracted to someone.

"Falling in love"? They fell in love after only meeting a few times? Do you have some misunderstanding about what "falling in love" means?

[No, can you guys please stop arguing? What Wen Fan needs most right now is someone to help him save his sister. Can't we talk about the romance later?]

Just as the comments section erupted in argument, the sound of running footsteps suddenly came from behind the two of them.

Wen Fan turned his head to look immediately upon hearing the sound.

He saw a slender figure running towards him. She was running very fast, her steps were a little unsteady, and her face was wet, it was hard to tell whether it was tears or sweat.

She ran and shouted, her voice trembling with tears, yet sounding crisp and clear to Wen Fan's ears.

"Brother... Brother..."

Seeing his sister suddenly appear, Wen Fan's heart felt as if it had been squeezed by an invisible hand, and then it started beating again in that instant.

He quickly ran towards the figure.

The moment Wenqing threw herself into his arms, his arms tightened around her, one hand cupping the back of her head and pressing her face into the crook of his shoulder, while the other hand wrapped tightly around her waist.

He could feel her trembling, he could feel her heart pounding in his chest, beating too fast, abnormally fast.

"I'm here to comfort you..." he said, his voice hoarse but gentle, "Brother's here, it's alright, it's alright..."

Wen Qing gasped for breath, nestled in Wen Fan's arms, burying her face in the collar of his hoodie.

But inwardly, he was thinking, "Oh no, I ran too fast. I deliberately ran faster to make the performance more realistic."

My heart hurts a little now, and my chest feels tight, like someone is pressing down on it with their palm.

She couldn't help but complain to the system in her mind, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "Oh no, I ran too fast for the acting just now, and now my heart is a little sore. What a loss!"

"It is recommended that the host take the medication immediately and not sacrifice their health for the sake of the plot."

The system's responses were very rigid and formulaic.

"I know, I know," Wen Qing replied verbally, but did not immediately tell Wen Fan.

However, Wen Fan had already noticed that her face was too pale.

He immediately pulled her away from his embrace slightly, still holding her shoulder with one hand, while using the other to rummage through his backpack.

He always kept her medicine in the side pocket of his backpack, in a small pillbox. He took the pillbox out, unscrewed the cap with his fingers, and poured out the pills.

"Open your mouth." He held the pill to her lips.

Wenqing opened her mouth to catch the pill and swallowed it with the bottle of mineral water he had just opened.

The cool water slid down my throat, the bitter taste of the pill dissolved at the back of my tongue, and the heavy, oppressive feeling in my chest began to slowly lessen.

She leaned against Wen Fan, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. After about two or three minutes, her face finally returned to normal from pale.

Wen Fan kept staring at her, his fingers resting on the pulse on the inside of her wrist, silently counting the pulses.

Only when he saw that her heartbeat and breathing had stabilized did he relax his shoulders.

The tension he felt just moments before, from the moment he saw her pale face to the moment he confirmed she was alright, was like a rubber band stretched to its limit. Now that the tension had finally eased, his fingertips were still slightly numb.