It was the middle of winter and a light snow was falling outside. The snow had accumulated to a depth of about an inch. The fine snowflakes fell on Cheng Ji's forehead, causing him to shiver violently.
So cold!
It had been cold before, but today it was especially bitter because he was wearing not only shorts and fishnet stockings, but also thin-strap sandals.
"..." Cheng Ji silently glanced at his heels and thought to himself, you have suffered a lot, the snow water has soaked you, the blingbling fake diamonds on your shoes have rubbed you, you have been in this world for less than an hour, and you have experienced everything that you have not experienced in more than 20 years in your previous life. You will grow up!
It wasn't that he meant to scold, it was just that Manager Zhou had gone too far in dressing him up like that. Not only was Qi Beisong unbearable, even he himself felt like he would go blind if he looked at him for one more moment.
The shoes actually have fucking high heels. Even though they are not high, they are small heels!
Did he really walk around in these shoes for quite some time? Could it be that he has some talent
… Stop, don’t let your imagination run wild.
He took off his stiletto sandals, bent down, and moved forward quietly along the corner.
The plot manager's warnings never stopped since he climbed out of the bathroom window.
—Plot deviation warning for the second time, Cheng Ji, please return to your position quickly.
—Don’t be stubborn and make the same mistake over and over again. The story manager has the power to decide…
"What did you decide?" Cheng Ji asked, "You decided to kill me?"
—The plot manager has no power to decide the death of a character.
Cheng nodded and said, "Well, you are quite honest. I can basically see that you don't have much authority and you can't control many things, so you keep repeating reminders in my ear. To put it bluntly, your behavior is called persuasion to surrender, not even a threat."
The plot manager was silent.
Cheng Ji said: "In this novel, I am a minor supporting character with only five lines, and they should all be short and dispensable nonsense. These five lines are probably the only things you can defend. You can't interfere with anything else about me, right? In more professional terms, I am so insignificant that I have no character setting, and there is no such thing as OOC, so I can do anything."
—Yes, but morally speaking, you cannot destroy the main plot and the proper roles of the protagonists.
"Tsk!" Cheng Ji sneered, "Morality?"
—Administrators have emergency measures.
"Okay, let him come and see who can stop me."
The plot manager did not say anything, perhaps because Cheng Ji's behavior was so outrageous that no one knew how to deal with it.
Cheng Ji continued to move forward, and after a while, he felt that he was close to his destination, so he raised his head to look at the row of windows above his head, guessing which one belonged to private room 388.
He had been in the suite for about a minute and a half, and observed that the layout of the room was the living room in the middle, the master bedroom on the right, and the guest room and entertainment room on the left. The master bedroom had a large terrace that could be seen from the living room porch, which was a feature of Room 388.
Cheng Ji quickly found the protruding terrace, but there was a lake right below the terrace.
It was the end of December in the Gregorian calendar and late at night. Even in Hongcheng, where the climate was relatively mild, the temperature was below freezing. The surface of the lake had been covered with thin ice that could not bear the weight of ice several hours ago.
Cheng Ji didn't want to go play in the ice lake at this time. What if he got a leg cramp and drowned? Not only would he not be able to save the second protagonist, but his horrible appearance tomorrow morning might also scare innocent salvage workers.
He had to find another breakthrough, so he stood a little further away and tried to observe as comprehensively as possible.
At the corner of the terrace, he found another window. Judging from its location, it was very close to the master bedroom; judging from its style, it was a single-leaf window and was most likely a bathroom window.
Is that the bathroom in the master bedroom
Due to limited vision, he did not find this window when he entered room 388 just now. In order to verify whether his guess was correct, he had to climb up and take a look.
He took a deep breath of the cold air, stretched his limbs, and held on to the first-floor windowsill with his almost frozen fingers.
The clubhouse buildings of Shuiyue Villa are all European-style, with complex and gorgeous architecture. This feature destined every facade of it to be suitable for climbing. Cheng Ji gathered his spirit and prepared to climb up.
The plot manager's warnings were like flies hanging around.
—The last serious plot deviation warning, please go back to where you should be and don’t disrupt the correct operation of the plot.
Cheng Ji asked in a silent guttural voice: The correct plot, huh? Let me ask you, what is correct about Qi abusing Shen
—There is forced love in the early plot, but it ends happily. Shen Zimo will fall deeply in love with Qi Beisong while in confinement.
I can go to your mother!!!
Cheng Ji was so angry that he almost laughed.
—Please do not attack the plot administrator with rude language.
Cheng Ji thought angrily: That’s not love, that’s Stockholm syndrome!
First, the victim must actually feel that the perpetrator poses a threat to his or her survival.
Second, during the hostage situation, the victim must be aware that the perpetrator may offer a small favor.
Third, the victim must be isolated from all viewpoints other than the perpetrator’s singular perspective and receive no outside information.
Fourth, the victim must believe that escape is impossible.
(The above comes from Baidu Encyclopedia)
The so-called "forced love" between Shen Zimo and Qi Beisong must meet the four conditions for the formation of Stockholm syndrome, so he is not in love, but sick!
—The plot administrator must remind you that the world you are in is a novel and does not have these logics.
But I am not a novel, Cheng Ji thought.
—Qi Beisong is the well-deserved protagonist. He is handsome, young, strong, and has status, power and wealth that ordinary people can hardly achieve. He is worthy of Shen Zimo's love.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Cheng Ji let out a faint sound, thinking: This is really amazing! But so what
While engaged in a silent war of words with the plot manager, he had already climbed to the second floor with difficulty.
It was difficult because, firstly, this body was really useless and his limbs were weak, as if he had not eaten for hundreds of years; secondly, it was too cold. His fingers were frozen and numb, and he had to rely entirely on willpower to hold on.
Seeing that he couldn't be stopped, the plot manager made a desperate sound:
—First time plot breakdown warning.
Cheng Ji thought with relief: Great! Is it going to collapse so soon? Where is your emergency plan
—The emergency plan failed. Cheng Ji, you are a minor character with only five lines, you are not qualified to make such a decision, which will lead to serious consequences.
Cheng Ji didn't dare to rest, fearing that the cold air would penetrate into his fragile joints. He was even more worried that he would lose energy if he stopped. He gritted his teeth and sneered: That's right, but the small character has to be a hero to save the beauty!
—The Story Manager condemns your actions.
Cheng Ji thought: I condemn you too! But since you are a robot and you are elusive, I won't come to your house to beat you up in person!
—Severe condemnation.
Cheng Ji took the opportunity to challenge: Bah, am I afraid of you
—System crash warning for the second time. Cheng Ji, you will pay the price.
Cheng Ji didn’t care. The worst that could happen to him was that he would die again. At least he saved someone.
Having said that, the weakness of this body was far beyond Cheng Ji's imagination. He felt like an 800-jin weight. If he relaxed even a little, he would fall heavily and hit the center of the earth.
His arms felt numb, his legs felt weak, and he saw stars in front of his eyes... He was just climbing up the outer wall to the third floor. In his previous life, he could have walked back and forth in ten seconds.
At that time, he liked to tie a rope around his waist and jump down from the roof against the wind. He would stand upside down with his whole body stretched out, his hands open, and only his toes holding the safety rope. He would open his eyes wide and watch the solid ground rushing towards him. The speed that was close to weightlessness was terrifying, but he couldn't help but feel excited.
But it’s not possible now, he is useless.
Later on, he discovered why it was so difficult to climb. It turned out that he was still holding his thin-strap sandals in his hands!
Bring this damn thing up here? He must have gotten used to it in his past life, when he always climbed the stairs with a gun on his back.
He had to stop to catch his breath, clinging to the building's exterior decoration with one hand and using the other hand to shakily place the pliers and shoes slightly above his head.
He gently complained to the original owner, "You have the nerve to sell with such little strength. You have no professional ethics at all. Customers are not satisfied with the products they buy. At least you should be like me in my previous life, with a healthy body and strong waist..."
… Stop, stop imagining!
The plot manager is making his final struggle.
—Go back, Cheng Ji.
Haha, Cheng Ji smiled at it, then jumped up with all his strength and climbed onto the windowsill on the third floor with both hands.
The window sill protruded outwards and was quite spacious, which was enough for Cheng Ji to stand in. He first bit his blingbling shoes, raised the pliers and was about to smash the window glass, but God was merciful - this inward-opening window was only half-closed and not locked at all.
How lucky! Because the window glass was double-laminated, about four or five centimeters thick, he couldn't break it with his current strength and a pair of pliers, so he needed a window breaker.
Cheng Ji was overjoyed and quickly opened the window and jumped in.
The moment he landed, the plot manager said:
—The plot collapses.
"Huh?" Cheng Ji looked up.
The administrator left a final brilliant chapter, consisting of only two words, each word pronounced with emphasis.
—Cheng. Ji.
What? Cheng Ji responded in his mind, expecting to be scolded by the robot, but nothing happened. All he got in response was a short burst of white noise, followed by complete silence.
Really collapsed? He looked up and thought to himself: Administrator
…
Story manager? Where is he
…
Cheng Ji curled his lips and thought, if you want to collapse, then go ahead, I'm still busy!
He didn't know that from the moment he touched the luxurious marble floor of the bathroom, everything would change from his bare feet. This world formed by a fifth-rate novel was splashing like waves, growing like vines, with thunder and lightning, and rivers bursting their banks. It was fierce and aggressive. There was no plot, no setting, no protagonist or supporting role, no administrator, no beginning, no ending, no boundaries...
It is vast and boundless, extending parallel to our world with only slight differences.
The administrator was too focused on maintaining the plot and didn't have time to tell Cheng Ji that some men in this world can have children.
Qi Beisong and Shen Zimo's future genius baby (who looks exactly like old Qi) is about to be destroyed by him.
He will eventually pay the price for this innocently destroyed fertilized egg!