That year, to pursue someone, he had specifically asked the friends around the Goddess about the novel she loved to read.
It was this book called “Running Into My Arch-Enemy the Day I Return Home, Marrying Up!”
He knew the plot by heart. Most importantly, a large part of the book focused on the lovey-dovey scenes between the two protagonists. Every time he reread it, his body and mind suffered a fresh torment.
Later on, one of the two protagonists had both legs amputated, and the other went completely mad. The ending was even more unbearable to look at.
What made him think the plot still had something worth seeing was that the two protagonists started from nothing and eventually became big-shot bosses in their career storyline.
In short, aside from the career storyline and the favor of his Goddess, this book was nothing.
One second Qin Jin was still at a wedding venue clutching his neck as arterial blood gushed, and the next second there was a phone in his hand.
Even the scene before his eyes had changed to a university campus.
A voice exploded in his ear: 『Qin Jin!! Did you fucking fall into a latrine?
I told you this morning to buy a few bottles of cola and deliver them. Look how long it’s been now!
Are you out of your mind?!』
“…”
Before his consciousness fully returned, Qin Jin thought he had misheard.
He hung up directly, but then the ringtone started jingling again.
The phone was old and battered. The face reflected on the screen was somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange, and there was the contact name 『Big Brother 16_Liu Daqiang』.
Had he… transmigrated?
As soon as the thought appeared, Qin Jin froze completely, staring fixedly at the answer button.
The instant he pressed it, the phone quickly rang out: 『Qin Jin, haven’t been beaten recently? Skin itching for a beating? Are you fucking asking for it?
I’ll give you five minutes. If you don’t come over, I’ll beat you to death!!』
It really was not an illusion; he had indeed transmigrated.
In reality, who would dare talk to him like that? People couldn’t even get out of his way fast enough!
His tone was somewhat urgent. Like a newly hatched chick, Qin Jin kept sizing up his surroundings and said anxiously, “Where are you?”
『…』
『You little…』
Before the sentence was half finished, Qin Jin hung up again.
He urgently needed to figure out what was happening now.
He hurried to the restroom. The person reflected in the smooth mirror was utterly unfamiliar.
The outline still looked like him, but his hair was thick and messy, his face was covered in acne, and even the muscles he had been proud of were hardly visible.
The original host’s phone was very basic. Apart from debt information, he could find nothing else.
However, he did discover a strange app.
“Transmigration Into a Book Rules?”
The app’s home page displayed that novel title, very eye-catching.
Damn, of all things, he had transmigrated into that book.
Thinking of the plot in the book, Qin Jin’s butt instantly clenched, cold sweat burst out on his back, and he hurriedly called customer service.
『Hello, this is Transmigration Into a Book Rules customer service.』
“Transfer me to a human.”
『Sorry, there is no human available.』
“What’s going on with me now? Tell me.”
『Your heart rate has been detected at 60 beats per minute. You are quite calm.
At 22, you already have six years of simp experience, which perfectly meets our employee requirements.
You have been specially assigned to serve as a lackey underling to all kinds of powerful people, step by step reaching the pinnacle of life!』
What? Making him reincarnate in a new world was just to make him a beast-of-burden underling?
In the game of underlings and big brothers playing house, it had always been Qin Jin’s place to make others his underlings.
“Are you kidding?” Qin Jin sneered a few times.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think this was a 1980s Hong Kong triad movie.
He was already a mature man, long past these lowbrow tastes.
『We are serious.』 A cold electronic voice came from the other end of the phone.
The words “crazy person” flashed through his mind.
“I am serious too.”
『Serving as a lackey to all kinds of big shots is a process of gradually escaping your cannon fodder identity.
Please remember, cannon fodder here won’t survive past three episodes. I look forward to our next call.』
“Hey! Wait a moment!”
As if to confirm customer service’s words, the restroom door was suddenly kicked open.
Just as Qin Jin finished speaking, his head was hit heavily by the restroom door with a huge “bang,” and stars burst before his eyes.
“Been looking all over for you. So you’re here scooping crap.”
“A low-tier student dares to hang up on Brother Qiang? Looks like you stuck a chicken feather on yourself and think you’re some big bird!”
“Bird? What bird? First grab him and make him apologize!!”
Before the greeting that started with “fuck” could leave his mouth, Qin Jin was stuffed into a small car like a chick being carried off.
Prison, nightclub, VIP private room.
Disco lights slowly reflected their glow.
This body was too weak.
Qin Jin took a few punches, and two streams of blood flowed from his nostrils.
What met his eyes were two people holding their fists high.
Beside them, someone was sobbing, kneeling and begging for mercy.
“Brother, it’s all this kid surnamed Qin’s fault. He wouldn’t listen or run errands. I really didn’t know those drinks were to be delivered to several brothers and sisters. If I’d known, I definitely would have bought them myself! Delivered them myself!! I wouldn’t dare disobey a single word from you.”
Liu Daqiang’s face was bruised and swollen. As he spoke, he pointed at Qin Jin accusingly.
Several glamorous young people sat on the sofa.
They wore cocktail dresses, and from some pockets peeked small microphones, as if they had just come down from some podium.
“You just dragged some random person over. How do I know you’re not trying to fool me?”
The person speaking to Liu Daqiang had brown hair and a half-smile, and raised a hand to beckon Qin Jin over.
Qin Jin, on the ground, covered his nose. His fingers were filthy with red blood, and his mind was still muddled.
Seeing that he did not come over, the person slowly pressed his lips into a thin line. He walked over to Qin Jin, grabbed his hand, and placed the bottle in his palm.
The moisture on the glass bottle mixed with the nosebleed.
He did not know whether this person was disgusting or not, but he had the urge to dry-heave.
Shao Gaoyuan indicated the bottle with his eyes, a hidden menace in them, and said softly, “If you don’t smash him, today they’ll smash you. Understand?”
“Enough. So what if you lost as first speaker? Can’t you win it back tomorrow?” the drinking woman interrupted.
Then the private room suddenly rang with a clatter of banging.
Qin Jin was dazed, but his movements were fast, accurate, and vicious, as if deeply carved into his soul as muscle memory.
He thought: Talk about a stroke of luck.
The bottle smashed into Liu Daqiang, and Qin Jin did not hesitate in the slightest.
You’re the one who hit my head with the restroom door? You’re the one who punched me in the face?
Since he started school, he had never had a nosebleed!
It all happened too suddenly.
The young people had not expected him to actually smash it.
Shards of glass cut his hand, but Qin Jin had no reaction at all, as if possessed, frightening the people present so much that a flash of terror crossed their faces.
What the hell???
At this rate, if he kept smashing, it would turn into a news scandal!
“Hey… hey…!”
“Stop hitting him!!”
“Pull him away!”
Pulled back a little, Qin Jin gasped for breath.
This body had only been thrashing for a few minutes, yet it was already utterly exhausted.
And what was unbelievable was that he had used every ounce of his strength, yet Liu Daqiang on the ground, aside from a small wound on his shoulder, was completely fine otherwise.
Fuck?
Liu Daqiang was on the ground with both hands over his head, his hands trembling, his eyes growing redder and redder.
He suddenly stared at Qin Jin!
Qin Jin was held by several hands. He struggled a few times, but the young people holding him had no intention of letting go.
A disdainful voice sounded by his ear:
“Hey, buddy, I told you to smash him and you really smashed him? If you kill him, who’s responsible? You want us brothers to clean up your mess?”
The person restraining Qin Jin, with undisguised disgust, viciously kicked his butt.