CH 1

“Mianmian, why is the update not in advance!”

“Ah, this update has 10,000 words!”

When a message from his group came out, Gu Jinmian was assembling an airplane model with his father.

Gu Jinmian had always liked to collect airplane models since he was a child, and preferred to assemble them himself.

Dad Gu, who had a very entrepreneurial style outside, was on his underpants, had his sleeves rolled up, and assembled a one-meter-long airplane model with his son in the courtyard.

Seeing the group messages, Gu Jinmian ignored his plane model and directly jumped up.

“Son, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll install it tomorrow, I have something urgent!”

Seeing his son run into the room, Dad Gu wondered. 

This was his son’s favorite thing, What can hook him away from the plane model?

A girl?

Is he in love?

Thinking of this, Gu’s father chuckled, feeling delighted. He rushed up to the fourth floor and shouted. “There is a thunderstorm tonight, don’t forget to close the window!”

Gu Jinmian didn’t hear his father’s words at all, and was only focused on the updates from the group.

This group was a group full of readers– the Jinjiang Male Frequency Great God Author He Bujin’s readership.

But it was not an ordinary reader group. The readers in this group, basically like Gu Jinmian, both love and hate He Bujin. They’re supposed to be called black fans. However, they couldn’t not read his works and not spend money to read them even if they’re supposed to be so..

Only because He Bujin’s style of writing was so unique, cool and dark, that people couldn’t stop reading it, and that even in the whole channel, nothing could replace it.

However, it’s not because of this that Gu Jinmian was unable to let go.

There were a lot of discussions and analyses on He Bujin’s novels on the Internet, most of which revolved around his stern writing style and dark stories, but what Gu Jinmian liked was the characters he wrote.

The first time Gu Jinmian came to Jinjiang to read his novel, it was because he was pulled by his cousin. At that time, his cousin was with a group of girls and fangirling crazily at the CP in the novel.

Gu Jinmian was originally a person who had lived a fulfilling life and didn’t like to read novels. His cousin who worshiped the CP, babbled to him about the male protagonist and male supporting character  in the novel.

Originally, Gu Jinmian was very disdainful, but after listening to it for a long time, he downloaded Jinjiang–registered, recharged, and subscribed.

His cousin looked at him with strange eyes, but he swore that he wouldn’t worship the CP like she did, he was just a little interested in the male supporting character mentioned by her.. 

That was the first article of He Bujin, and it was the first time that Gu Jinmian read a novel. Since then, Gu Jinmian has fallen.

It’s amazing, every book has a character that can poke him, and the latest book even more poked his heart.

Unfortunately, this kind of article that He Bujin wrote all over the field, the characters who poked his heart almost didn’t end well. In yesterday’s update of this book, he was already shrouded with a gloomy atmosphere. 

Gu Jinmian was so nervous that he spent more than a million last night. He must show the author how strong his desire was to keep the male supporting character.

He really liked this supporting character very much, because of him, from his every detail and character, he had spent millions for He Bujin. The whole channel knew about him as a local tyrant reader, and many people in the anonymous reader group were discussing whether he regarded He Bujin as a woman and wanted to hook up with him.

Some people came forward and refuted. What hooking up as a woman? Is there even anyone that liked to be called gay?

Someone else also stood up and refuted. Why is there no limit to liking anyone? Don’t tell me there’s also a kind of liking called paper love?

Many people in the group he was in asked, but Gu Jinmian couldn’t tell others how much he liked this male supporting role, and he felt that no one would understand.

Even though he was in a hurry, he went to the bathroom to take a shower first, as though meeting an important person. He sat in front of the computer in a clean and refreshing body, with a strange sense of ceremony.

While taking a bath, those who read fast have already finished reading the ten thousand character update.

Gu Jinmian didn’t notice the terrifying silence in the group.

He opened his eyes wide, held the mouse and moved it a little bit. The 27-inch 4K screen vaguely revealed his serious and nervous look, and he didn’t blink for more than 20 minutes.

【Under this shock, all kinds of demons and ghosts appeared in succession, Zhang Zhang’s ugly and dirty face could no longer be covered with brilliance. This Vanity Fair was bustling with noise and excitement, yet no one knew that the person who set off this storm died in the hospital. In the narrow-mouthed ward, his face was as white as a cheap bed sheet. 】

The finger on the mouse trembled, and a thunder exploded outside the window.

When is the end of the group: “Mianmian hasn’t read it yet, right? Why does it feel so wrong?”

“It’s not right. According to his character, seeing Yin Moshu dying, the irritable Xiao Mian should immediately say fuck it, and then scold eighteen generations of the author’s ancestors.”

“Don’t say that, classmate Xiao Mian hasn’t really become a black fan.”

“Who knows, Mianmian may have already smashed the computer.”

No matter what the group said, Gu Jinmian didn’t show up, and the cousin who was also in the group was a little worried, wondering whether to give him a call or not.

Others only know that Gu Jinmian liked Yin Moshu in the text, just as he liked a character in the He Bujin’s article every time before.

She grew up with Gu Jinmian, but she felt that he liked the supporting character Yin Moshu more than any previous character.

Thunder and lightning continued outside the window, and white lightning pierced the night and illuminated a pair of reddish and moist eyes.

Gu Jinmian didn’t swear, didn’t smash the computer. He simply sat quietly, blinked his eyes in discomfort, reached out and rubbed it again.

He shrunk in the large sofa chair, turned around, and looked at the three special handmade figures, in a row among his airplane models on the bookshelf–specifically, his Yin Moshu models.

A five-year-old Yin Moshu was smiling, his eyes turning into crescents.

A fifteen-year-old Yin Moshu had a cold face, like a lone wolf.

A twenty-five-year-old Yin Moshu was also smiling, but was full of ridicule.

In the book “Entertainment First”, Gu Jinmian loved the character Yin Moshu the most.

Yin Moshu was a very special person. He was born with a smile.

He won’t cry, and only had “smiling” as his expression. This soft and lovely smile made people happy when they saw it. It did bring him a lot of love and support for a short time at first, but this smile also brought him endless suffering in the future.

Only smiling but not crying and being unable to speak at the age of two, he was abandoned because he was suspected of having Happy Puppet Syndrome.

Later, he was adopted by the Yin family, yet suffered again because of his smile.

Yin Moshu would laugh or smile whenever he had mood swings. 

When mother Yin was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, he was smiling; when father Yin had a car accident, he was smiling; when grandfather Yin fell on his birthday, he was still smiling in front of all the guests…..

By the time he was seven years old, no one liked his smile anymore, and they even used violence to change his physiological mechanism of smiling and laughing whenever he had mood swings.

Gu Jinmian liked it.

Gu Jinmian at present looked like a rich second-generation who couldn’t get happy every day. In fact, when he was just a child, his facial nerve was slightly paralyzed. He looked a bit dumb, couldn’t make a big expression, couldn’t even laugh or express joy when he likes a person. 

He specially checked what Happy Puppet Syndrome was, he also found that it was also called Happy Angel Syndrome. It wasn’t just a random fabrication by the author. It was a real disease.

In “Entertainment First”, a group of characters with their own characteristics appeared one after another, and everyone who followed the book liked it, and there Gu Jinmian found his little angel.

Although it was later confirmed that the Little Yin Moshu did not suffer from the illness called Happy Angel, Gu Jinmian had always regarded him as his own little angel, sending daily rewards just for him, and watching him grow up day by day.

The little angel borned with a smile was his greatest desire when he was a child. How could he not like it, not to mention that the little angel became amazing when he grew up.

Gu Jinmian touched the head of the five-year-old “Yin Moshu”, and for a while moved to the head of the fifteen-year-old “Yin Moshu”, then next to the twenty-five-year-old “Yin Moshu”.

He couldn’t wait for Yin Moshu to get thirty-five, yet unexpectedly, he died at the age of twenty-seven.

Dying illogically, without any dignity.

Why treat Yin Moshu like this, letting him die without logic. Even if Yin Moshu was just his creation, can he not hurt and destroy him so unscrupulously?

Has he ever thought about what kind of harm he would bring to the readers by doing so?

Just then, Gu Jinmian’s cell phone chimed. It was a reminder from the Jinjiang app. 

Why did the author send him a big red envelope with a total of 3.2 million? He opened the “Entertainment First” reward list and saw that 3.2 million was really rewarded.

Why not give him back everything, including the half that the website swallowed.

This ignited Gu Jinmian.

Gu Jinmian was angry.

He was like a fan that turned into a black fan, and from a black fan to an even deeper black fan. He made long negative comments in the comment area without stopping.

“Are you using novels to vent your dissatisfaction? It must be that you have a particularly fucked up life in reality!”

“Yin Moshu’s death was just used to discredit the protagonist’s sworn enemies? In the protagonist’s world, are supporting characters  not worthy of human rights?”

“As a writer, do you have the right to abuse the characters at will, do you treat your characters as trash, and have you ever considered your readers feelings?”

Thunders roared outside the window, its bursts became more and more violent one after another, while lightning seemed to tear the black sky.

As a well-known local tyrant reader in Jinjiang Male Frequency, Gu Jinmian’s action attracted many readers and authors to watch.

Gu Jinmian couldn’t feel anything, his chest heaved violently with anger, his wet eyelashes were trembling, and his fingers were flying over the keyboard.

“Curse you He Bujin, I wish you the same fate as Yin Moshu!”

After Gu Jinmian typed the last word, a lightning bolt that completely illuminated the night fell in the sky, followed by a deafening thunder, which shocked Guy Jinmian into a daze, as his vision suddenly completely darkened.

He covered his head, and at the same time thought– the power supply must have been cut off due to the thunderstorm, he should use his own generator to generate electricity and continue to curse.

The dizziness and darkness were much longer than Gu Jinmian had expected, and it seemed that a long time had passed before Gu Jinmian finally opened his eyes, but in actuality, only a few minutes had passed.

****

This was not his room.

This was a room that completely stepped on Gu Jinmian’s aesthetic thunder point, combining luxury, femininity, and gloominess.

The pink bookcase was set with rose gold borders. In addition to literature and psychology books, there were valuable antique ornaments and luxury handbags. Large groups of pink and purple peonies and water lilies could be seen everywhere on the cabinet. The most striking was the one in the middle. The off-white king size round bed that almost blinded Gu Jinmian’s eyes.

No, it wasn’t the big round bed that caught his attention, it was the boy kneeling on the ground with a torn shirt beside the big round bed.

There were deep and shallow wounds on the boy’s body, and his bloody nails slid uncomfortably into the gray floor, as if he was looking for a faint sense of security. When he looked up at him, his bright and clear pitiful eyes flashed with hatred and fear. 

The corners of Gu Jinmian’s mouth twitched, and for a moment he just wanted to curse.

The teenager was staring at him nervously, and as if seeing a terrifying picture, he fell over softly, and fainted directly.

Gu Jinmian: “…..”