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

In the corridor, Wen Fan came out of the restroom and shook the water droplets off her hands.

He bent down to straighten his cuffs, preparing to return to the bar, when a pair of leather shoes suddenly came into view.

He raised his head.

A tall man stood in front of him, almost blocking the entire corridor.

The man was wearing a dark shirt, had a muscular build, and wore a smile that he couldn't understand and that made him uncomfortable.

Wen Fan's intuition made him take a half step back.

He had worked at the bar for three years and had seen all sorts of customers: drunkards causing trouble, gropers, people throwing money in faces and demanding drinks...

But the man in front of me is different.

He hadn't been drinking, and his eyes were perfectly clear, even excessively so.

"Is there something you need?" Wen Fan asked.

His voice was steady, but his fingers unconsciously clenched at his sides.

The man didn't answer; instead, the corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile.

The next second, a precise chop to the side of his neck.

Before Wen Fan could even shout, the last thing she saw was the man's upturned lips and a spotlight on the corridor ceiling.

Then all the light went out.

Wang An caught his limp body and glanced at him from side to side.

The corridor was empty, and there was no one else in the restroom.

He draped Wen Fan's arm over his shoulder and half-dragged, half-carried her toward the lounge.

From a distance, it looks like a kind friend helping a drunk colleague.

A series of sharp explosions erupted from the screen.

【Aa ...

【Wen Fan!!! My Wen Fan!!!】

Even though I knew this would happen, I still feel so sad!

[Wang An, you're not human!!! Your whole family is not human!!!]

To be honest, it was heartbreaking to see Wen Fan unconscious. He had just been asking the other person what was wrong with a wary look on his face.

He was truly innocent from beginning to end; why should he have to suffer this?

[Because this is a tragic story, the protagonist's suffering is a basic requirement, otherwise how can the romance develop?]

Here we go again, with this victim-blaming rhetoric. Does this mean that abusive stories can justify rape?

[Can you guys stop making a mountain out of a molehill? I don't like looking at the top left corner!]

However, just when the comments were arguing the most, the picture suddenly became blurry, and nothing could be seen.

The comments paused for two seconds, and then started flooding the screen.

【？？？？？？？？？？？】

What's going on?!

Where's my feed? Where's my feed?

[What the hell?! Why this at such a crucial moment???]

[Where's my iconic scene?! I've been waiting a whole week for this iconic scene!!!]

【Wait, why did this particular part have to be blurry? Was it intentional?】

【I paid for a membership and this is what I get?! Refund!!!】

Sisters, don't panic, it's probably a technical issue. Try refreshing the page.

[I've refreshed it three times and it's still blurry!!!]

What kind of inhuman censorship mechanism is this? Why are my most exciting scenes being cut?

I cried, I really cried. The most classic scene from the original work is gone just like that.

[Don't cry, it might be a good thing. You can forget about seeing such heartbreaking scenes.]

What do you mean by "let it go"? I've waited so long and you're telling me it's over?!

【Aaaaaaah, I hate this!!! Whoever did this blocking, I'll fight them to the death!!!】

Not long ago, a taxi pulled over to the side of the road in front of the bar.

Wenqing paid the fare, opened the door and got out of the car. Right in front of her was the neon sign of the "Twilight" bar. The blue and purple light flickered in the night, making her face appear to be in and out of focus.

She pushed open the bar door and walked in, the deafening music crashing into her like a wall.

The low-frequency drumbeats pounded against her chest, overlapping with her heartbeat, making her breathing a little unsteady.

The dance floor was packed with swaying bodies, the lights shattered into countless swirling specks of color falling on the heads of the crowd, and the air was filled with the smells of alcohol, perfume, and sweat.

She stood at the entrance, wearing a simple white dress, her face bare, like a pure and delicate little white flower, completely out of place in this setting.

A man holding a wine glass noticed her.

He looked her up and down, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Girls with this innocent and pure look are rare in bars; they're like an unsuspecting white rabbit suddenly appearing in a pack of wolves.

He straightened his collar, swirled over with his wine glass in hand, and wore what he thought was a very handsome smile.

"Beautiful lady, did you come alone? Would you like a drink?"

Wen Qing glanced at him, scanning him from head to toe, and then clicked her tongue softly, almost imperceptibly, as she looked away.

That "tsk" sound contained a lot of information.

"No," she said, "your hairline is receding too far, just like my standard for men."

The man's smile froze on his face, while his companion burst out laughing. The man's face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and a vein bulged on his forehead.

"What did you say...?"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

A hand reached out from the side, firmly blocking Wenqing's path.

He was a tall, thin young man wearing a bar uniform with a name tag pinned to his chest that read "Ah Jie".

He wore a professional smile, but the hand blocking her view remained motionless.

"This guest, this is my colleague's younger sister," A-Jie said neither humbly nor arrogantly. "You're a grown man, please don't make things difficult for a young girl."

The man glanced at Ah Jie, then at Wen Qing, probably thinking that getting into a conflict with a staff member would lower his status. Finally, he left, grumbling and cursing, with his wine glass in hand.

Ah Jie breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to look at Wen Qing.

"Xiao Qing? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to find my brother."

Ah Jie said, "Your brother said he went to the bathroom, he should be back soon. Why don't you go sit over at the bar and wait for him?"

Wen Qing looked at A-Jie and shook her head.

Her expression was calm, but what she said made A-Jie's smile freeze instantly.

"My brother is in danger, I need to go find him."

Ah Jie was stunned for a moment: "What?"