The noisy canteen was crowded with men and women dressed in beige uniforms.
Luo Mio stood in a corner holding a meal tray, his handsome face filled with struggle.
To make matters worse, there was a voice in his head constantly urging him.
'host, hurry up! The target is about to enter. If you don't go now, the Protagonist Shou will beat you to it, and the mission will fail.'
The urgent tone made Luo Mio's expression even more conflicted.
He turned his gaze toward the entrance and, as expected, saw three boys with different styles, outstanding appearances, and noble temperaments walking in.
As they approached step by step and were about to reach the stairs, Luo Mio steeled his heart and ran out quickly while holding the meal tray piled with food.
"Ah, people in front, please move, move aside, it's very hot."
Zong Yujin and the other two were just about to head upstairs when they were stopped by the shout. They subconsciously paused and looked back.
'Clatter'
'Thud'
The sound of heavy objects colliding and the meal tray hitting the floor made the noisy canteen so Quietin that moment that even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Luo Mio clutched his forehead with a bitter face, a thin mist rising in his beautiful phoenix eyes.
It really hurt too much.
Was the chest in front of him made of iron?
He now understood what was going on with those dog-blood plots in novels where the Female Protagonist Shou bumped into the Male Lead/Gong with teary eyes.
It wasn't that they were too weak, but that the enemy was too strong.
He quickly took two steps back and apologized weakly: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."
'I did it intentionally,' he thought to himself.
Zong Yujin had a cold face and was in a very bad mood.
Not only did the place where he was hit ache faintly, but his body was also soaking wet.
After all, an entire meal tray had been sacrificed to his clothes.
Luo Mio saw that the surroundings were still as Quietas a mouse and the air in front of him was a bit cold, so he cautiously looked up to peek at the person he had bumped into.
The white limited-edition shirt had now turned into multiple shades of various colors.
Water was still dripping from the hem.
He felt guilty for a second.
"That classmate, I'm really sorry. I'm willing to compensate you."
Zong Yujin gave a cold laugh: "Compensate? Can you afford to pay?"
Luo Mio trembled involuntarily, thought about it, and spoke tentatively: "I should... be able to afford it."
"Afford it? With what, yourself?"
Zong Yujin seemed to have heard a huge joke as he looked the person standing two steps away up and down.
Small in stature and thin in build, he looked like a pathetic little thing at first glance.
However, those eyes were like Bambi's.
His heart felt a sudden warmth.
Luo Mio endured the gaze that seemed to pierce through him and tried to explain: "classmate, you've misunderstood. I meant paying with money."
The Original Host's family was very, very rich.
Although this big shot's family was also incredibly rich, he should still be able to pay for a single piece of clothing, even if it was limited edition.
Fortunately, the system didn't require him to be like the Male Lead Little Shou later—unable to afford the compensation and being forced to be a servant by the Gong.
If that were the case, he would definitely rebel.
He forgot to introduce himself.
Luo Mio, a 'newbie' who had just been bound by the system.
He traveled through various Mary Sue and tom suecampuses, dog-blood CEOs, and the masochistic love of Holy Mothers and Holy Fathers that readers deeply resented.
His job was to take a step ahead of the protagonist to play out specific plots.
Making the common dog-blood plots into Fresh! And! Refined! dog-blood plots.
Resolving the resentment from all sides.
A strategy of face-slapping and scum-slapping.
Allowing the wishers who provided the host bodies to be liberated.