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

After Wen Qing and Su Yilan left, Su Jiqing returned to his studio on the third floor alone.

He didn't turn on the light, letting the darkness envelop him once again.

He walked up to the painting of a male torso, which had no head, only the upper body.

When he first drew it, he deliberately only drew the upper body because he didn't want the person in the painting to have a face and didn't want anyone to recognize that it was him.

He raised his hand and touched the scar on the chest in the painting, his fingertips slowly moving along the dark brushstrokes.

After a moment, he unbuttoned his shirt and looked down at the crisscrossing old scars on his chest.

Five years...

To this day, he still remembers the near-death experience he felt during that accident—his consciousness was slowly slipping away in the pool of blood, he could feel his heartbeat getting slower and slower, his body getting colder and colder, as if he were falling down a dark tunnel.

However, he ultimately survived.

These scars are the marks left by those wounds back then. Five years later, they are still as clear as they were back then, without fading or fading, like cracks etched on white paper, which can never be repaired.

At that moment, he couldn't help but recall the girl's reaction when he guided her to touch these scars.

Her fingertips first touched it lightly, then suddenly withdrew them halfway.

But then he grasped her wrist and guided her hand back to her wrist.

She didn't struggle, nor did she show any fear or pity. She simply looked at him with her clear, almond-shaped eyes, as if she understood how she got those scars.

But she didn't ask. Instead, her gaze softened as she looked at the scars, and the pressure on her hands became gentler.

She left him some leeway.

He had seen sympathy in the eyes of many people… friends, family, doctors… but their sympathy was too heavy, weighing him down as if he were a fragile object that needed to be handled with utmost care.

That kind of goodwill made him feel suffocated and started to make him irritable.

But that girl was different.

Her sympathy was quiet and subtle, like a gentle breeze, weightless yet causing a strange tremor in his chest.

Su Jiqing walked to the window and pulled back the curtains halfway.

The light rushed in immediately, dispelling the gloom in the studio and the shadow that had been on his face.

He picked up the painting that Wenqing had repaired and unfolded it again in the light.

The Black Forest is still the same Black Forest, but the edge of the painting now features an open wooden window and a small, mottled wall.

Light streamed in through the window, a warm yellow hue, not the harsh sunlight, but more like the soft, comforting light that seeps through the wooden windows of an old house at dusk.

The other blank spaces remain the dark forest, but the overall tone of the painting is subtly altered by this window.

He looked at it for a long time, then rolled it up and placed it on the easel, picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly, and Lin Zhiyan's gentle voice came through the receiver.

"Ji Qing? It's rare for you to call me first. What's up?"

"That thing you mentioned last time," Su Jiqing said, "I agreed."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Lin Zhiyan's tone was filled with undisguised surprise.

"Didn't you always refuse treatment? I tried to persuade you so many times, but you always said 'it's unnecessary.' Why have you suddenly changed your mind?"

"I've just changed my mind," Su Jiqing said softly, leaning against the window frame and looking at the sun-drenched garden outside, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Is that not okay?"

Lin Zhiyan smiled and said, "Okay, I'm glad you've changed your mind."

He paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, before finally asking the question.

"But I'm curious, what made you suddenly change your mind?"

Su Jiqing remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the painting on the easel, depicting the edge of the Black Forest with a wooden window, watching the warm yellow light filtering through it, and then said softly.

"Nothing much. I just met an interesting person."

"Who?"

Lin Zhiyan's voice carried an imperceptible layer of alertness.

Su Jiqing did not answer.

He listened to Lin Zhiyan's silence on the other end of the phone, then chuckled softly. The laughter echoed in the empty studio for a few moments before fading away.

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. You arrange the treatment plan for me, I'll cooperate."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Zhiyan put down her phone, leaned back in her office chair, and unconsciously stroked the cap of her fountain pen with her fingers.

Ji Qing actually offered to receive treatment.

He understood Su Jiqing. For the past five years, Su Jiqing had always been indifferent to his health. He only took his medicine on time because the nanny urged him to, and his regular check-ups were arranged by his family. He never took the initiative, nor did he refuse. He lived passively like a robot with a pre-programmed schedule.

Since being rescued, he has no obsession with "living".

His state of mind worried everyone around him, so much so that everyone treated him with extra care, afraid that any word might touch his fragile nerves.

But now he has changed his mind... which is a good thing, but why?

"Meeting an interesting person" - What kind of person could make Chi Ching change his mind?

……

In the hospital, Wen Qing sat on a plastic chair in the emergency room, looking down at her calf that the nurse had bandaged.

The white gauze was wrapped neatly from the ankle to the middle of the calf, and the edges of the gauze were fixed in a small cross shape with medical tape.

The wound has been cleaned, disinfected, and treated with ointment; the stinging sensation has lessened considerably.

Looking at her leg, which was bandaged tightly, she couldn't help but sigh.

How is she going to explain this to her brother when she gets back?

To be honest, she didn't dare at all.

When her brother saw the marks on her wrists last time, he almost hit Lin Zhiyan with a golf club. If he sees her coming home with bandages wrapped around her legs this time, I wonder how worried he will be.

As she was fretting over her legs, a slightly annoyed voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Why are you sighing?"

She looked up and saw that Gu Qin was still standing at the entrance of the emergency room.

He stood against the wall, his helmet tucked under his arm, a patch of dust on the cuff of his black leather jacket, and the bloodstain on his arm had already scabbed over.

Seeing him, she instinctively asked, "You haven't left yet?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Qin's eye twitched visibly, and his voice rose by half an octave.

"Are you hoping I'll leave? I'm your savior... the one who pulled you from under the wheels of a car in a moment of crisis, and I haven't even heard a thank you. Don't you have any conscience?"

After being scolded by him, Wenqing shrank back guiltily.

What he said was indeed true... She was either spacing out or having her wound treated by the nurse the whole way, and she really forgot to say those two words to him.

She quickly put her hands together and added sincerely.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much. If you hadn't come in time, I might be in the operating room right now."

Gu Qin snorted, pulled his helmet closer to his chest, and spoke in his usual nonchalant tone, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

"Too late, just consider it saving an ungrateful wretch."

He picked up his helmet, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Wen Qing looked at the untreated bloodstain on his arm and suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Hmm?" Gu Qin raised an eyebrow and turned around.

Wenqing loosened his sleeve, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Consider this a favor I owe you, okay? I'll repay you when I have the chance."

Gu Qin looked at her smile, his gaze shifting slightly.

Then he looked away, put the helmet on his head, and the sound came out a little muffled from behind the mask.

"I'll remember that, and I'll make sure to repay this favor later."

After saying that, he strode away.

Su Yilan ran over from the direction of the hospital entrance, carrying two bottles of mineral water in her hands.

She peeked in the direction Gu Qin had left and asked in confusion, "I saw Gu Qin leave. What did you say to him? I called him but he didn't answer. He walked away really fast."

"I didn't say anything, just thanked you."

Warmly said.

"oh--"

Su Yilan didn't delve into it, opened a bottle of water and handed it to Wen Qing, then sat down next to her.

She looked down at the gauze on Wen Qing's leg, her expression returning to one of lingering fear.

"I was terrified! That car just came straight at us, and you were standing there motionless... Luckily, Gu Qin showed up in time and ran fast... But how did that car suddenly go out of control? Was the driver drunk? But he didn't seem to be?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing lowered her eyelashes and gently stroked the mineral water bottle with her fingers.

"Perhaps it was an accident."

However, despite saying that, she didn't really think that way at all.

At that time, she was completely unable to move her body. The feeling of being nailed to the spot was exactly the same as when she was locked in the house and couldn't go out last time.

Wen Qing knew very well that this was not caused by her fear, but rather as if her body was being controlled by an external, coercive force.

If Gu Qin hadn't suddenly appeared, she would definitely have far more than just a scraped leg.

Suddenly, the system spoke, its electronic voice carrying an unusual seriousness.

"Host, I also don't think it's an accident. Based on data analysis, I believe it's possible that the world's consciousness has taken notice of you."

Upon hearing the system's message, Wen Qing's brow twitched slightly.

"So this accident is related to world consciousness?"

"I suspect so. As the viewers' affection for you gradually increases, your presence in the narrative is also growing. In addition, the current original plot has suffered several inconsistencies, and tracing back to the source reveals that you played a key role in them. Furthermore, in the last episode about the emotional bond between Fu Anhe and Wen Fan, viewers noticed that the characters acted in ways that didn't align with their own motivations, which further alerted the world's consciousness. These factors combined have led the world's consciousness to take notice of you."

"So it wants to eliminate me."

The warm voice was calm, so calm that the system paused for a moment before speaking.

"That's my guess. But to be precise, it didn't directly eliminate it, but rather induced the right moment. The world consciousness can't just arbitrarily eliminate an existence... it needs external conditions, such as an 'accident.' Without suitable conditions, it can't exert its power."

Wen Qing remained silent for a moment, then mentally opened the system panel and pulled up a number she hadn't paid attention to for a long time—the malice value.

The value is currently maintained at 64.

The number has been growing slowly lately, and she's stopped paying much attention to it because the malicious value no longer poses a threat to her.

But without the malice value, there is still a world consciousness.

The world's consciousness wanted to eliminate her, so the sword at her neck was replaced with a sharper and faster one...

"So I'm completely helpless and can only let it destroy me?"

Wenqing suddenly asked.

"It's not entirely hopeless. The world's consciousness cannot simply erase you; it requires the right time and conditions. Only when both are met can it exert its power. And your opportunity lies here—find a gap between the right time and conditions... Moreover, you have a 'love value,' and as long as that value increases, it cannot control you at will."

Wen Qing understood somewhat: "So I need to continue increasing my likability and try my best to avoid putting myself in dangerous situations."

"Yes. The plot can influence the comments, and the comments can in turn influence the plot. The original plot is the foundation upon which the world consciousness exists, but now the plot has collapsed. Initially, it relied on the narrative pressure of the comments to mend the plot. However, due to the poor effectiveness of those alternative bond plots in the early stages—for example, the scene where Fu Anhe took care of Wen Fan last time, some comments have pointed out that the characters' actions did not conform to their own motivations..."

"Because of this, some viewers who only liked watching male-male storylines have left due to disappointment. Therefore, the world's consciousness's control over the plot is not as strong as it was at the beginning of the story."

Hearing this, Wenqing suddenly felt a little brighter.

In other words, that unseen force is not omnipotent.

It can also be weakened, and there will be areas that are beyond its control, and its very existence is the creator of those cracks.