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

She used her phone to call a car while checking the system panel.

Her favorability rating had risen to 27 (20 left after deducting the points used), an increase of 10 points in one go, which made her quite happy.

"These affection points are for He Yu, right?" she asked the system in her mind.

"Yes, He Yu's image has successfully captured the hearts of some viewers. The data on the approachability of the boyish appearance is indeed better than that of the female image. Since He Yu is played by you, the host, the favorability points have fallen on you."

Wen Qing leaned back in the taxi seat, her brows furrowed slightly.

"What if my identity is exposed later? If they find out that He Yu is me, won't they feel deceived? Will their malice level skyrocket then?"

The system was silent for two seconds before speaking.

"Based on the system's analysis of the barrage behavior patterns, it is highly likely that revealing one's identity will trigger an increase in the malice value. The feeling of being deceived is one of the most efficient catalysts for stimulating negative emotions in barrage comments. Therefore, it is recommended that the host avoid revealing their identity as much as possible, or prepare a risk hedging plan in advance."

"Risk hedging solutions?"

"There is an item in the system shop called 'Bullet Screen Blocking Card'. After use, it can block bullet screens for a certain period of time. It can be used in scenarios with a high risk of being exposed to malicious content to effectively prevent the malicious value from skyrocketing. The price is not expensive, five points of affection for one card."

Wenqing found the card on the mall interface, checked the price, and found it wasn't too expensive.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least she had a way out.

"Furthermore," the system continued, "the host need not worry too much about long-term trends. As the host continues to disrupt the original plot, the plot's control over this world will gradually weaken. At that time, the direction of narrative pressure may change, and the barrage audience attracted will become more diverse. Currently, the barrage audience is mainly composed of people who like male-male romance, and the survival space for female characters is naturally limited. However, if more barrage audiences who prefer other types of content are attracted in the future, the host's malice pressure will decrease accordingly."

Wen Qing nodded.

She understands this principle.

Female characters in BL novels, especially those who have intimate relationships with the male protagonist, are always walking a tightrope over a precipice.

Marginalization is the best form of protection; once you step into the forbidden zone of male-male relationships, you'll be relentlessly criticized.

He Yu is a boy, so the comments were lenient towards him.

Wenqing is a girl, so the comments were harsh on her.

She didn't set the rules, but since she plays within them, she has to follow them.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the old residential area.

Wenqing paid the fare and got out of the car. She quickly ran upstairs, took out her keys to open the door, took off her shoes, then nestled into the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

After completing the entire set of movements, she took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

My heart is still beating a little fast, but I don't have to worry about my brother finding out anymore.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of a key turning came from outside the door.

Wen Fan walked in carrying a cake box and saw Wen Qing curled up on the sofa watching a variety show, with a thin blanket covering her legs, looking exactly the same as usual.

He placed the cake on the coffee table, bent down, and touched her forehead to confirm that her temperature was normal.

Wenqing looked up at him and smiled, then opened the cake box, the aroma of chocolate wafting out.

She picked up her fork, scooped out a bite, and stuffed it into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, and she mumbled, "Delicious."

Wen Fan sat down opposite her, watching her eat, a trace of the dark look he had brought back from the hospital still lingering in his eyes.

The darkness was well hidden, mostly obscured by the warm yellow light from the living room.

He watched as she ate, chocolate sauce smearing the corners of her mouth, his eyes softening instantly. He then reached out and handed her a tissue.

……

Today is my usual day to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Wen Fan asked the bar for half a day off in advance. When he dug Wen Qing out of bed, she was still reluctant to part with her pillow.

He stood by the bed, pulled the blanket down to her chin, and spoke to her with the patience of someone coaxing a lazy cat.

"Go back to sleep after the checkup. Blood will be drawn on an empty stomach, so you can't eat breakfast. Just bear with it."

Wen Qing hummed twice with her eyes closed. He pulled her up by the wrist and she changed her clothes and washed her face in a daze. She didn't fully wake up until she was in the taxi.

The street scene outside the car window gradually changed from the narrow streets of the old town to the wide roads of the new town.

When Wen Fan arrived at the hospital, she found that the doctor she usually booked appointments with was no longer there, so she had to book an appointment with another doctor.

However, when they opened the door to the consultation room, they discovered that the doctor they had registered with was unusually young.

Behind the desk sat a young man, his head down as he flipped through medical records. He was wearing a white coat over a light apricot shirt, the cuffs buttoned up meticulously.

Although she was wearing a mask, the exposed eyebrows and eyes were enough to tell that it was a very outstanding face.

Her brow bone was high but not sharp, her eye sockets were slightly deep, and her eyelashes were very long, casting a small shadow on the medical record.

What's most striking about him are his almond-shaped eyes, with slightly upturned corners that seem to carry a hint of a smile even when he's not smiling. When he's looking at someone intently, it's easy to give the illusion of deep affection.

A warm gaze fell on his name tag: Fu Anhe.

She felt the name looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where she had heard it before.

The comments section remembered it before she did.

[Fu Anhe!!! It's Fu Anhe!!! Gong San has appeared!!!]

[Ahhhh, Dr. Fu from the original novel! I've finally waited for you! My white moonlight!]

[Newcomer seeking information: Who is Fu Anhe? What is his relationship with Wen Fan?]

In the original novel, Fu Anhe is Gu Qin's nemesis. After Gu Qin was brought back by the Gu family, he offended Fu Anhe, and the two disliked each other. Later, Wen Fan, in order to get revenge on Su Yi'an, actively approached Fu Anhe, hoping to use the Fu family's power. Fu Anhe knew from the beginning that Wen Fan was using him, but he still fell for it. The two of them were constantly testing and scheming against each other. They were clearly in love, but neither of them was willing to admit it first. It was so incredibly sweet!

"I know you're lying to me, but I still want to be lied to by you." This is the core of the Fu-Wen line, the most fatal fall for rationalists.

Moreover, Fu Anhe is the most cunning of the male leads. He sees through Wen Fan's thoughts completely, but he just doesn't say anything. He plays along with Wen Fan's act, and in the process, he gets himself into it.

Unfortunately, in the original novel, he never confessed his feelings to Wen Fan; the two were locked in a power struggle from beginning to end.

As Wen Qing watched the comments scroll by, her gaze returned to the man in the white coat in front of her.

So, will my brother take the initiative to approach this man in the future?

Upon realizing this, her expression instantly changed.

Fu Anhe was looking down at Wen Qing's medical report, his long, slender fingers turning a page.

He was about to say something when he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him.

That gaze carried an undisguised, blatant hostility, like a cat with its fur standing three steps away, baring its teeth at him.

He looked up and met a pair of round, almond-shaped eyes.

The owner of the almond-shaped eyes was a beautiful girl who looked to be no more than twenty years old. She had very fair skin and a pointed chin. She sat in the chair opposite him with her hands neatly placed on her knees.

But the emotions in her eyes were completely at odds with her posture.

The person sitting next to her was her brother, whom Fu Anhe had noticed when she came in.

The brother and sister don't look alike, but the natural and intimate atmosphere between them is clearly a result of their childhood dependence on each other.

Fu Anhe's gaze met that of the girl.

The moment their eyes met, the hostility in her almond-shaped eyes vanished as if by magic. Her eyes drooped slightly, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and she instantly became obedient and docile, even curving her lips into a slight, polite smile.

Fu Anhe raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

He grew up in the Fu family and had seen too many people with superb acting skills since childhood, who were two-faced.

To be honest, this girl's acting skills are not good; you can see through her at a glance.

But he found this simplicity rather interesting.

He glanced at her a couple more times with interest, then looked away and continued reading the report.

Wen Fan was unaware of the subtle undercurrent between the two.

His attention was entirely focused on the medical report. He leaned forward slightly, feeling a little nervous, afraid of hearing some bad news.

"It's better than before," Fu Anhe said, placing the report on the table. His voice, coming through his mask, was clear and crisp, neither deliberately comforting nor deliberately serious. "All indicators are stable. If this trend continues, we can reassess the surgical conditions after a period of recuperation."

Wen Fan's shoulders relaxed to an almost visible degree.

He exhaled, turned to look at Wen Qing, and his eyes lit up.

Wen Qing smiled at him, then quickly wiped the smile off her face and glanced at Fu Anhe, but he seemed to have a camera in his head and immediately looked up at her.

Wen Qing quickly looked away and snuggled up to Wen Fan, becoming obedient.

After leaving the consultation room, Wen Fan asked Wen Qing to sit on a chair in the lobby and wait for him while he went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

The lobby was bustling with people, and the electronic queuing screen was constantly refreshing the names and clinic numbers.

Wen Qing sat obediently on the chair, placed her backpack on her lap, and watched Wen Fan's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

About ten minutes later, Wen Fan returned with a bag of medicine, placed the bag beside her, but showed no intention of taking her away.

"I have something else I want to ask the doctor. Qingqing, wait for me a little longer, I'll be right back."

His tone was very natural.

Wen Qing nodded obediently, and then Wen Fan turned and left.

But he left and didn't come back for about ten minutes.

Wen Qing started to get restless. Why did her brother take so long to ask her question?

Moreover, I clearly asked all the necessary questions in the consultation room just now.

Thinking it over, she slung her backpack over her shoulder, got up, and walked toward the clinic.

Turn the corner at the end of the corridor, and you'll find Fu Anhe's consultation room.

She stood against the wall, not peering over her shoulder, but she could hear two people talking coming from the doorway of the examination room.

Then she slowly turned her head, revealing half of her face.

Fu Anhe was standing in front of the clinic door, having already taken off his mask.

Without the mask covering him, his face was fully revealed.

Unlike Wen Fan's soft, delicate, and androgynous good looks, he has the refined, flower-boy appearance.

Those captivating eyes became even more alluring after he removed his mask, and the upward curve at the corners of his eyes gave him a naturally lazy, ambiguous smile when he looked at people.

He stood before Wen Fan, relaxed and at ease, his every move exuding an air of nonchalant elegance.

Wen Fan stood opposite him, turned to face the corridor, and was whispering something.

Fu Anhe appeared more relaxed than in the consultation room, but still maintained a polite distance.

The two, one dashing and refined, the other gentle and warm, made for a particularly pleasing sight to behold when standing together.

The comments section was already buzzing with excitement.

[He's taken off his mask!!! Fu Anhe's face certainly didn't disappoint me!!!]

Of all the male leads, I'm really drawn to Fu Anhe's looks. His captivating eyes are just too much; he looks at everyone like they're his lover.

[The scene of Wen Fan's profile and Fu Anhe's front view in the same frame is so pleasing to the eye, I had to take a screenshot!]

Actually, in terms of appearance, Wen Fan and Fu Anhe are the most compatible couple among all the couples; one is like an ink painting and the other is like an oil painting.

[What good is being a good match? Fu Anhe is too calculating. I'm not even sure if he ever truly loved Wen Fan in the original story.]

[There's definitely sincerity in him, but he's the kind of person who doesn't openly express it. Both he and Wen Fan are the type to hide their feelings very deeply, which is why the tug-of-war between them is so captivating.]

Wen Qing looked at the comments and couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

A good match?

They're not a good match at all; no one is good enough for her brother.

She's just a flirtatious woman, why should she be put together with her brother?

That's right, in Wenqing's eyes, her brother is the best in the world.

Wen Qing quietly took another half step forward, trying to hear what the two were saying.

"...Regarding the surgical plan, I suggest waiting a while longer for observation," Fu Anhe's voice came through, his tone casual but his words serious. "Although the current indicators are improving, we haven't reached the ideal surgical window yet. If this recovery trend continues, we can probably reassess in another two to three months."

Wen Fan responded with a low voice, but Wen Qing didn't hear it clearly.

Just as she was about to move forward a little more, Fu Anhe's gaze suddenly swept towards the direction where she was hiding.

Wenqing abruptly pulled her head back, pressing her back against the wall, her heart pounding faster than ever.

Wen Fan noticed Fu Anhe's gaze drifting behind him, and subconsciously turned around to look as well, only to find that the corner of the corridor was empty.

He turned back, looking puzzled.

"What is Dr. Fu looking at?"

Fu Anhe narrowed his peach blossom eyes and smiled meaningfully: "It's nothing, I just saw a little kitten eavesdropping."

The live chat exploded instantly.

[A kitten eavesdropping? Is he talking about his sister?]

[Wait, was Fu Anhe really this good at witty banter in the original novel? I thought he was the aloof type.]

[Hahaha, he definitely saw that expression just now, but he just didn't say anything. That's so Fu Anhe.]

["The eavesdropping kitten"—that line is so seductive! Can someone say that to me just once?!]

I want to set this sentence as my phone wallpaper.

But why do I feel like it's a bit pretentious...? A normal person wouldn't use that kind of description, would they?

Whether the person in front is faking it or not, they have the right to do so.

Wenqing hid behind the wall, her hand pressed against her chest, biting her lower lip in frustration.

Why is she hiding? She hasn't done anything wrong.

She was just going to see her brother, openly and honestly, so what was there to hide?

Fu Anhe said she was eavesdropping. If she hides, wouldn't that be the same as admitting that she was indeed eavesdropping?

So she walked straight out from behind the wall and swaggered over to Wen Fan.

She reached out and took Wen Fan's arm, snuggled closer to him, and then looked up at him.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you for so long. When you still hadn't come back, I came to find you."

Wen Fan was somewhat surprised to see her suddenly appear, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He reached out and patted her head: "Sorry, I forgot the time. Were you getting impatient?"

Wen Qing nodded, then turned to look at Fu Anhe with an innocent expression and tone.

"Brother, Dr. Fu, what are you talking about?"

Wen Fan paused for a moment and said, "We were discussing your condition, and Dr. Fu gave me some advice."

"Oh," Wen Qing responded, without exposing his lie.

Perhaps her brother just didn't want her to worry about the surgery and wanted to wait until everything was settled before telling her.

She tightened her grip on his arm and glanced at Fu Anhe.

Fu Anhe had one hand in his pocket, and his peach blossom eyes held a hint of amusement as he watched the brother and sister.

Seeing her looking over, he blinked his peach blossom eyes gently.