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

Huang Yi chuckled twice, leaned close to Gu Qin's ear, and whispered with a hint of teasing.

"Brother Gu, what are you looking at? What kind of thing do you like?"

Gu Qin's gaze instantly turned cold. He turned his head and kicked Huang Yi in the shin.

"Bullshit, I don't even like men."

He didn't kick hard, but it wasn't light either.

Huang Yi hissed, hopped twice on one leg, and begged for mercy with a grin.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Brother Gu. I was just joking, please don't take it seriously."

Gu Qin withdrew his foot, put his phone in his pocket, turned and walked towards the private room, but after taking two steps, he looked back at the bar.

He watched very quickly this time, so quickly that the people around him didn't notice, but the viewers in the live chat did.

He turned around!!! He turned around again!!!

[This is the third time, Gu Qin!!! Don't you dislike men?! Why don't you stop looking back!!!]

They say they don't like it, but their eyes tell a different story.

Isn't this the classic "I'm totally straight but I can't help looking at beautiful women" scenario?

[Gu Qin: I'm not gay, I just like looking at good-looking people, and it just so happens that this person is a man.]

Sisters, who knows the significance of that turnaround? That's exactly how it's written in the original novel! He couldn't take his eyes off Wen Fan the moment he saw her!

The gears of fate have begun to turn—a few days late, but they have turned nonetheless!

But then some viewers started discussing what would happen next.

[We're about to get to that iconic scene... you know...]

Which one? Which one is mandatory?

[Yes...it's really sweet, but to be honest, I feel a little sorry for Wen Fan every time I watch that part.]

[After all, it was forced, not voluntary, and Wen Fan really suffered a lot.]

Here it comes again, the saintly one. If you don't like angst, go read some sweet stories, okay?

[Are those who call her a saintly figure crazy? What's wrong with feeling sorry for the victim? You weren't the one being forced.]

[If you're going to ship a couple, just ship them. Can you please stop using the victim's suffering as a source of amusement every time?]

[How is that satisfying? We're shipping the future development of their relationship, not that he was forced into it.]

Look at the comments themselves, how many people are hoping he'll be forced into sex? Isn't that a satisfying moment?

The comments section erupted into a heated argument.

Wenqing watched the two sides arguing heatedly, but she was more concerned about something else.

She stopped Wen Fan last time, and the two did not meet that night.

But now the tone of the comments is as if everything is proceeding according to the original plot, as if her attempt to stop her was completely useless.

So even though she disrupted the plot, the storyline will eventually get back on track thanks to the plot's influence.

Thinking of this, she recalled the strange things that had happened to her before.

Speaking of which, she has felt much better these past few days, and the tightness in her chest is less than when she first transmigrated.

Very strange.

Wen Qing had a suspicion in her heart, and perhaps she needed to verify it.

After a moment, she stood up from the sofa, went back to her room to change her clothes, and then walked to the entrance hall.

While the comments were still arguing heatedly, a few comments noticed her.

What is my sister doing? Is she going out?

What was she doing out so late at night?

[Are you going to cause trouble again?]

No, she doesn't know the way. What would she do at a bar? She probably doesn't even know where a bar is.

Wenqing genuinely didn't know the exact location of the bar.

But she had a way.

She retrieved the bar's name from the original owner's memories—"Twilight".

This information wasn't hard to find; Wen Fan's work schedule was posted on the refrigerator door, with the bar's name and address printed on it.

She went outside and downstairs, then used her phone to call a car.

While waiting for the bus, the viewers in the live chat belatedly realized what she was about to do.

Is she really going to a bar?

[Oh no, oh no, oh no! Last time she stopped Wen Fan at the crucial moment, and now she's doing it again???]

No!!! Let her go back!!! I don't want to see butterflies again!!!

[Calm down, even if she goes, it might not change anything. Last time it was a coincidence, but this time the plot has already started to unfold, and it's too late for her.]

Yes, it takes her at least twenty minutes to get to the bar, by which time it will be too late.

But what if there's still time? What if she manages to drag Wen Fan away again?

[Why is my sister so annoying?! Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!]

Wen Qing looked at the panic in the comments and smiled slightly.

......

The atmosphere in the bar's private room was lively at that moment.

Seven or eight people sat around the coffee table, beer cans and liquor bottles mixed together, and the dice cups rattled loudly.

Gu Qin sat in the middle of the sofa, legs crossed, one hand on the back of the sofa, the other holding a wine glass, his expression lazy, occasionally twitching the corner of his mouth at the jokes of the people next to him.

But gradually Gu Qin frowned.

Something felt off in my body, like a small fire had been lit, starting in my stomach and slowly spreading to my limbs.

At first, he thought the air conditioning in the private room wasn't strong enough, so he unbuttoned one button on his shirt collar and asked Huang Yi to lower the temperature by two degrees.

But the heat didn't subside; instead, it intensified, seeping from the surface of the skin into the bones.

"Is there something wrong with this wine?"

Gu Qin suddenly spoke, his voice lower and hoarse than usual.

The private room was silent for a second.