Chpater 1

My vision was dark.

So… I was dead now, right?

That truck hit me hard, so I was probably splattered across the road like a tragic anime protagonist. But if I was dead… why was I still thinking?

Just as that thought crossed my mind, I felt something beneath me—soft, warm, definitely a bed.

There was also the faint hum of a ceiling fan above.

Wait… had I been rescued?

My heart leaped. Was I in a hospital? But if so… why did the bed feel kind of lumpy? And why did the air smell like… damp wood?

I slowly pried my eyes open.

A ceiling fan creaked above me, spinning lazily.

I stared at it for a moment, my brain still booting up.

Then, a new question hit me.

"Why is this hospital so… shabby?"

I pushed myself up, fully expecting a world of pain. But—

Nothing.

No broken bones. No bandages. Not even a single scratch.

And then… I saw it.

A full-length mirror stood beside the bed. And in it…

A girl.

A gorgeous girl.

Big, glistening eyes. Soft, cherry-colored lips. Skin so pale and flawless it looked like it would bruise from a single poke. And that hair—short, a bit messy, with wispy air bangs that framed her delicate face.

I blinked.

She blinked.

I raised a hand.

She raised a hand.

Oh.

Oh, no.

I lifted a trembling hand and slapped my own cheek.

The girl in the mirror did the same.

A bright red mark bloomed on that ridiculously pretty face.

I collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Then, I started laughing.

"Ahahahahahaha!"

I cackled like a madwoman.My wish… my ridiculous, half-joking wish had actually come true.

I had transmigrated.

"Heheheheheh!"

An unholy, villainous light shone in my eyes. I had done it. I had transmigrated.

And judging by this face? I was definitely a beauty.

Just then, a gentle voice called from outside.

"Chéng'ér, is something wrong?"

I immediately froze, mid-evil laugh. That voice… it sounded like a mother's voice.

Oh. Oh crap.

I hurriedly cleared my throat. "N-No! Everything's fine!"

My voice came out slightly awkward—probably because I was speaking in Chinese.

Wait.

Chinese.

I wasn't even fluent in Chinese! I was half-Chinese at best, and the only reason I could understand was thanks to years of struggling through Saturday morning language classes I used to go to because of how I wanted to read raw bl chinese novels.

Yet somehow… the words slipped out naturally, my accent perfectly on point.

Transmigration was truly a powerful thing.

But more importantly—

"Chéng'ér?"

That name sounded very familiar.

I needed to figure out exactly where I was.

I sat up, scanning the room.

It was small. The bed I was sitting on was narrow, probably meant for just one person. To the side, an old wooden study table sat by the window, its surface slightly scratched. A rusty full-length mirror stood nearby, reflecting my new face back at me.

On the other side of the room was a shelf and a cupboard.

It wasn't much. Definitely shabbier than my old room, but cozy enough.

I turned back to the mirror, taking another good look at myself.

The body I was in was… god-tier pretty.

But something was off.

Why did my chest look so—

Questionabaly—

Flat.

Suspiciously flat.

My heart pounded. A cold sweat ran down my back.

Slowly, hesitantly, I looked inside my pajama shirt.

Two small, pink little benie came in my site.

I havnt became a flat chested loli right?

Or

My stomach dropped.

No.

No way.

With shaky hands, I reached lower—

There was something there.

Something that should not be there.

I paled.

I hurriedly looked inside my pajama there was no need to shy away as this was my body now.

Yup

There was something which should not be there.

My life. My proof of being a woman.

GONE.

I looked down again, praying I was hallucinating.

…Nope. That organ was still there look proud and....hard...morning wood?

Collapsing onto the floor, I stared at the ceiling, my soul leaving my body.

I… I'm a guy.

A beautiful, ridiculously pretty, probably 100% shou-type guy.

And then, in true emotionally unstable fashion—

I started laughing again.

"Heheheheheheheh!"

This was it. My dream. My ultimate fantasy.

I was now a character in a BL novel!

And i was sure of it this type of body and that pretty face like of a girl with delicate and thta petite build it was already proven.

[System Binding Successful.]

A robotic voice suddenly rang in my head.

I froze.

Huh?

[Hello, Host. I am the Plot-Guiding System.]

A SYSTEM.

I had a freaking system.

It was not uncommon for a transmigrator to have a system and I was happy that I got it my life might become easier.

So,was this my golden finger? My cheat ability?!

[Yes, you're absolutely correct, Host. You have transmigrated into the world of the last novel you read before dying but i cant be sure if you can call me a cheat ability]

I didn't hear anything else then the last novel said by the system.

The last novel I read…

The last novel I—

Oh.

Oh, hell no.

All the excitement drained from my body as I listless flatten on the floor once again.

"You're joking, right?" I whispered.

[Nope.]

I clenched my fists.

I had transmigrated into that novel.

The one with the dumb shou, the toxic MLs, and the absolutely infuriating swapped-at-birth drama.

And worst of all—

I wasn't even the protagonist. The protagonist wasn't soo poor nor was he so pretty. He was average looking as he was a child of a poor average looking family. The author wrote it to make it more realistic.

And to show that face has no value, but pure heart does even if the protagonist was average ml love him more.

So I can only guess I was some one else

[Correct! You are Xú Yànchéng, the real son of the Gu family who was swapped at birth. And not the protagonist in the novel. ]

The words hit me like a truck (again).

Of all characters, why him?!

I grabbed my hair, fraling and kicking the air. My face was red because of anger and frustration.

Just then, the door creaked open.

"Chéng'ér, come out, breakfast is ready."

A petite woman stood in the doorway, looking at me with a warm smile.

The moment she saw me lying on the floor, arms spread wide, still cackling—

She sighed.

"Which Esper do you have a crush on now?"

I choked.

"Wait, what?! It's not like that!" It was a instinctive reaction that I railed as this accusation was not true and I was just 18 in prime.

A deep, gruff voice rumbled from outside the room.

"Son, it's not good to lie to your mother."

I stared, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. 😭 I am not lying why can't any one empathize with mee.

I was not prepared for this.

But… the warmth in their voices. The casual way they spoke to me.

The original Xú Yànchéng was supposed to resent his parents for raising him in poverty. In the novel, he hated them.

Yet… this felt like a normal, loving family. It seems that the story hasn't started yet. The family even if there are arguments they would adjust by as it was common for kids to have arguments with parents.

And til now the original owner does not know his real parents. And even if he abandon home. He had no were to go so he was forced to adjust even if reluctantly.

This was… kind of nice.

I wasn't the original owner. If the story hasn't started then I can just no go to the real parents. I can get into a good university and make my parents life better.

The parents look like they care every much about their son unlike my previous parents who dumped me at boarding school fromthe start of school to fend off my self and they swan a little kid later.

I didn't know how my baby brother is doing. I kinda feel really worried.but I didn't get much time to thought things as the original owners mom called out.

"Now, come eat before breakfast gets cold."

Still dazed, I muttered, "Alright…" and followed them to the small kitchen.

As I ate, I discreetly glanced around.

The house was modest. Two bedrooms, a combined kitchen and living room, and a small bathroom. Not fancy, but cozy.

And despite the simple meal, my heart felt unexpectedly warm.

And I start planning how to not complicated my self with with the real parents. If they found out about me I can't just tell them to give me allowances every month which would be no big deal for them. As I was about to finally that plan.

[Beep! Major Plotline Cannot Be Changed.]

The system's voice rang in my head again.

[Host, you must reunite with the Gu family. If you refuse, the plot will collapse. If the plot collapses, the protagonist and ML will never fall in love, and the story will end prematurely.]

[If the story ends—so do you.]

I froze, chopsticks halfway to my mouth.

WHAT