When Reader and Author Transmigrate Inside the Book at the Same Time

Gu Jinmian both loved and hated the great god author He Bujin.

There would always be a male supporting character that poked his heart in his works, but the author always abused his favorite male supporting character for the sake of his protagonist.

In the latest update, Eldest Young Master Gu spent millions trying to make the author treat his favorite character better.

However, the author wrote the male supporting character dead.

Later, Gu Jinmian unexpectedly transmigrated into the book with darkened eyes and became a powerful man.

Since forcing the dog author to be good to his favorite character didn’t work out, then he’ll do it himself.

However, there seems to be something wrong with this beautiful man that never gives in to his fate.

He handed in the resources himself, yet the male supporting character didn’t even lift his eyelids. He looked like he’d rather rot in a corner and be a salted fish.

He robbed the main character’s resources for him, yet the male “ salted fish” supporting character returned it to the protagonist, and was even hurt and bitten by the protagonist in the process.

Gu Jinmian was shocked and heartbroken. This must be because of the dog author He Bujin, he shouted: “Curse you He Bujin!!”

The male supporting character lifted his eyelids, “Who are you scolding?”

“It’s because of that He Bujin! It’s this dog that has caused you so much misery. I will definitely put him in a sack!”

The male partner showed a sullen smile, eyes bright and dark, “Oh?”

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He Bujin spent all his life being miserable, gloomy and violent. After he settled down in a high position, he wrote his own experience into several books like self abuse. The supporting role with his own shadow in the book–the more sympathy others gave him–the more miserable he was and the more ruthless he wrote.

Destiny made a mockery of him, and made him transmigrate as the man inside the book and experience misery again and again.

However, an asteroid accidentally fell into the gray and depressing book, rushed into his life without reason, and drilled into his arms with light and heat.

That person took his hand and a tear fell on the wound on his palm. “Don’t hurt yourself, OK?”

He Bujin just stared at him, with dark eyes and tight throat. “OK.”