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

"Brother Lin, you've come to pick me up!"

Su Yi'an's voice was crisp and bright as she jogged over from the stairwell.

He stopped in front of Lin Zhiyan, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly noticed that there were two other people standing next to Lin Zhiyan—a young man with a beautiful face and a pretty but pale-faced girl.

Judging from the distance and posture of the three people, they were obviously talking just now, and the atmosphere was not awkward.

Su Yi'an's smile faded slightly, his gaze lingered on Wen Qing for a moment longer, then turned to Lin Zhiyan, feigning curiosity.

"Brother Lin, who are these two people? Do you know them?"

Lin Zhiyan introduced him, her tone gentle and natural: "This is Wen Fan, the bartender at my bar, and this is his sister, Wen Qing, next to him."

Su Yi'an was slightly surprised, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Wen Fan and Wen Qing, and said bluntly.

"You two are siblings, so why do you look so different?"

This wasn't very polite, but Wen Fan didn't mind and calmly explained, "We're not blood siblings."

"Oh, that's not it then. No wonder."

Su Yi'an nodded knowingly, treating them as cousins, he didn't care about that anyway.

Then his gaze shifted to Wen Qing, a very friendly smile blooming on his face, and his tone became warmer.

"Hello, my name is Su Yi'an. I saw you in the art studio before. I didn't expect you to know Brother Lin."

Wen Qing paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied with "Hello".

In her heart, she was silently complaining: Before, in the art studio, she took the initiative to smile and greet him, but he snorted and turned his head away, so arrogant that his tail was practically wagging in the air.

Now, in front of Lin Zhiyan, it's all "I saw you in the art studio before." It's a shame she's not singing Sichuan opera with that kind of change of expression.

Su Yi'an was about to say something more when Lin Zhiyan raised her hand, glanced at her watch, and subtly interrupted him.

"Alright, Yi'an, we should go now. Your uncle and Yi Lan are still waiting for us."

Upon hearing this, Su Yi'an had no choice but to give up and said "goodbye" to Wen Fan and Wen Qing.

Lin Zhiyan also said goodbye, but before turning around, his gaze lingered on Wen Qing for a moment, then he raised his hand and pointed to the spot next to his ear, saying to Wen Qing.

There's something stuck in your hair.

Wenqing raised her hand to touch the hair on the right side of her head, but couldn't find it.

Wen Fan looked in the direction Lin Zhiyan pointed and indeed saw a small patch of blue paint on the right side of her hair. It was probably accidentally smeared on when she raised her hand to brush her hair while painting.

He took out a tissue from his pocket, pinched the few strands of hair stained with paint, and gently wiped them off. The paint was already half-dry, and he couldn't remove it after wiping it twice.

"Never mind, never mind," Wen Qing said, tilting her head to avoid his fingers as his hair was getting tangled from rubbing it. "I can just cut this tuft of hair off when I get back."

Seeing the girl's impatient frown, Lin Zhiyan couldn't help but slightly curve her lips into a smile for some reason.

Su Yi'an's gaze lingered on Lin Zhiyan's face for a moment. He noticed that Lin Zhiyan was still looking at the girl named Wen Qing, and was even smiling.

Su Yi'an felt a little dissatisfied and reached out to tug at Lin Zhiyan's sleeve.

"Brother Lin, it's time to go."

Lin Zhiyan withdrew her gaze, nodded slightly to him, and the two turned and walked towards the parking area.

Seeing that the two had left, the two of them also decided to leave.

Wen Fan brushed the pencil dust off Wen Qing's shoulder, put her backpack back on, and the two of them turned and walked towards the bus stop.

On the way back, Wenqing asked, "Brother, how did you end up running into Mr. Lin?"

"When I was waiting for you downstairs, he suddenly came over to say hello and said that he was picking up his friend's nephew. He didn't expect to run into me here. I also didn't expect that his friend's nephew was studying painting in the same studio as you."

"What were you talking about for all that time?" Wen Qing turned her head to look at him.

Wen Fan's gaze paused for a moment, then he said casually, "We didn't talk about anything, just some ordinary things."

Wenqing watched him look away, and felt that he wasn't telling the truth.

She knew her brother well; he would always look away whenever he lied.

But pressing him for answers to things he didn't want to say was pointless.

On the third day, when Wen Qing went to the art studio, she found that Su Yi'an had also come.

He didn't show up for a day after he came last time, but he came again today and sat in his usual spot by the window.

However, as soon as she entered the door today, Su Yi'an waved to her and greeted her with a bright smile.

"Good morning, Wenqing."

Wenqing paused for a moment, feeling that he was acting a little strange today.

Last time he ignored her, but now he's all over her. He changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. Could he be up to something?

Suppressing her doubts, Wen Qing showed no surprise on the surface, smiled slightly at him, nodded, and replied, "Good morning."

Neither cold nor overly enthusiastic, just the right balance.

She then went to her easel, sat down, opened her pencil case, and began sharpening her pencils.

During the break, Su Yi'an took the initiative to come over and look at the sketches she had drawn.

He stood next to her easel, originally just wanting to find a topic to chat about, but when his gaze fell on the drawing paper, his previously casual expression disappeared.

The drawing paper contains a half-finished still life sketch, a combination of apples and a pottery jar. The composition is stable, the lines are clean and crisp, and the boundary between light and shadow is handled just right.

Moreover, every stroke was made with certainty, without any trace of repeated corrections.

"You drew really well," Su Yi'an said.

This wasn't just polite talk; the tone carried a hint of surprise and genuine appreciation.

He had seen many students in the studio before, most of whom were just hobbyists and their skills were limited to scribbling.

However, Wenqing's paintings clearly demonstrate some basic skills and her own understanding, with a structured approach to brushstrokes.

Seeing his sudden praise, Wen Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled somewhat shyly: "Thank you."

Su Yi'an leaned against the empty easel next to her, watching her continue painting.

After a moment, he casually asked, "You look about my age. Which school do you go to? Are you also studying art?"

The gentle hand paused for a moment, the pencil tip resting above the paper.

She lowered her eyelashes, her voice calm and a few decibels lower than usual: "I didn't study."

Su Yi'an was taken aback, thinking she had misheard: "What do you mean by not studying?"

"I dropped out of high school before finishing."

"Why did you drop out of school?" Su Yi'an looked at her, puzzled.

Wenqing didn't really want to answer this question.

The reasons for dropping out of school are too complicated to be explained in just a few words.

But Su Yi'an was still standing there, waiting for her answer.

She paused for a few seconds, then chose the simplest and most superficial answer: "For health reasons, because I have a heart condition."

Although she said that, she knew very well that her physical condition was only one of the reasons for dropping out of school, not the whole reason.

The main reason was that there was a bully in the school at that time. He didn't like my brother and would cause trouble for him from time to time, such as pouring glue on his chair, throwing his textbooks into the trash can, and deliberately bumping into him in the corridor.

But the older brothers tolerated it all, until one day when the school bully deliberately hit her chest with a basketball as she passed by the playground, saying, "Why isn't the sickly girl dead yet?"

She had never seen her brother lose control like that when he heard those words.

My brother, who is usually very good-tempered, suddenly rushed out and got into a fight with the other party.

However, because the other side had more people, the older brother suffered a loss and was beaten black and blue.

The fight later alarmed the school, but because the school bully's family had considerable influence in the county, the school could do nothing about it even though they saw the older brother being beaten so badly, and didn't even offer a proper punishment.

Seeing that the school did not punish him, the school bully became even more arrogant and continued to make things difficult for his brother from time to time.

Her brother was finding it increasingly difficult to stay at school, and the doctor had said that her heart should ideally be repaired before she turned 23, with the risk increasing with each year of delay.

With two things piling up at once, the older brother made the decision to drop out of school.

Seeing that her brother had dropped out of school, she didn't want to stay either, so she followed suit without hesitation.

So neither of them finished high school.

Upon hearing her words, Su Yi'an was momentarily speechless.

He took a closer look at the girl in front of him. Her skin was very white, almost bloodless, with a pointed chin and a slender, thin figure. She did indeed have the frail appearance typical of someone who had been ill for a long time.

But because her eyes were so bright and clear, and she spoke so eloquently, it was easy for people to overlook the sickly air about her.

He suddenly felt that asking "why did you drop out of school" was a bit presumptuous, so he awkwardly touched his nose and then casually made up an excuse to go back to his seat.

After class, Wenqing packed her things and prepared to take the bus home alone.

Her brother couldn't pick her up today, but she didn't want him to in the first place.

Last night, she made promises and pleaded with her brother about this matter, listing more than a dozen reasons such as "it's only three stops from the art studio to home," "I walk very slowly and won't get tired," and "there are pharmacies and convenience stores along the way so I can rest whenever I feel unwell." Only then did she finally get the chance to go home alone this time.

She felt that her brother was being too anxious, as if he were treating her like a fragile vase, placing her on the top shelf of the cabinet and still not feeling at ease, even adding another glass cover to the outside of the cabinet.

She appreciated his protection, but she couldn't go on like this any longer.

Even though she was physically weak, she was determined to stand up for herself and protect herself, so as to at least lighten her brother's burden.

Wen Qing carried her bag downstairs, and as soon as she stepped outside, she heard an angry voice.

Su Yi'an was standing under a sycamore tree not far away, angrily talking to someone opposite her. The two seemed to be arguing.

Standing opposite him was a girl who looked to be about the same age as him, tall and with strikingly similar features to Su Yi'an.

They have the same flaxen hair, the same amber eyes, and the same refined, slightly mixed-race features, like they were made from the same mold, just one male and one female.

Su Yi'an was in the middle of an argument when he caught a glimpse of Wen Qing standing not far away watching them. With nowhere to vent his anger, he turned around and snapped at her.

"What are you looking at!"

Wenqing was bewildered by his drastically different attitude.

I was just greeting her warmly and chatting with her in the art studio, but now I'm turning my back on her.

Is this person a chameleon?

However, she then saw the girl slap Su Yi'an on the back of the head, a solid slap with a crisp sound, making Su Yi'an's flaxen curly hair bounce.

"You brat, who told you to talk to her like that? She didn't do anything to you!"

The girl's voice was clear and strong, and her timbre was very similar to Su Yi'an's, but her tone was completely different.

Su Yi'an covered the back of her head, looking at her with a mixture of resentment and grievance. Her lips moved as if she wanted to retort, but she didn't dare to say anything under her gaze.

Then the girl grabbed his arm, pulled him in front of Wenqing, let go, and smiled generously. The smile was clean and crisp, with a natural affinity.

"I'm sorry, my brother scared you just now. I apologize on his behalf."