The Script is Not Like This!

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Chapter One – A Scum Top

When Zhuo Fan came out of the supermarket with big bags of fresh foods and vegetables, he saw a very familiar black private car parked at the door. The man in the car rolled down the window, cast a glimpse at him, and spat out two words: “Get in the car.”

Zhuo Fan sat in the car, two big bags in his arms. He looked at the other man through the rearview mirror, a touch of surprise in his gaze. “Why did you come and pick me up?”

The car was driving very fast. Xiao Han looked straight ahead at the road and said casually, “Chenli is coming home today on the 5 o'clock flight. I'll pick him up. Then, we'll have a meal together and welcome him back.”

At the sound of Chenli's name, Zhuo Fan became very nervous. His hands tightened around the plastic bags. Turning to look at  Xiao Han's cold profile, he asked tentatively, “Shall I cook for both of you at home? I bought fresh spare ribs and…"

“No need. I've already booked a room at a French restaurant.” Xiao Han interrupted him, pulling at his tightly knotted tie, and flashed a rare helpless smile. “Chenli has stayed too long in France, and I think he may not be used to Chinese food anymore.”

Zhuo Fan froze a little when he saw that smile; Xiao Han had never spared him such a pampering, dazzling smile before.

“You seem to have mentioned before… that he looks a little like me?” Zhuo Fan asked tentatively.

“No,” Xiao Han corrected him. “You're the one who looks like him, but only just a little bit.”

“…”

The chill from the groceries spread to his hands; it seemed like he had bought them for nothing. Yet, Xiao Han would certainly not care about such trifles. In fact, ever since he called for Zhao Fan to get into the car, he had not looked at him again.

Zhao Fan's eyes gradually reddened. Why is Liang Chenli always the only one in your heart even though I am so nice to you?

Zhao Fan looked at his watch. It was now only 3:00 p.m. It would only take them about an hour to get to the airport. Driving so quickly… how eager he must be.

Xiao Han did not even bother to pay attention to the delicate girl-like mind of the man next to him. Speeding was just his attempt to vent his depressed mood today. Anxious to see Liang Chenli? Please, who was that?!

Just today, he had woken up to the shocking fact that he had transmigrated into a scum top in a modern scum/slag novel !

How did Xiao Han transmigrate? How would he know? Anyway, it happened.

Not only that, he also knew that the novel had the most cliched of plots about how a typical scum top, nursing an unrequited crush on his good friend, found a man who looked a little like his friend as a stand-in.

No questions, he just knew it.

The script first had him driving to the supermarket at 3:00 p.m. to pick Zhao Fan up, and then made him rush to the airport with his little lover to meet his crush. What fantastic writing —  just how much worse could it get?!

Ah? Did you just ask what this 'script' was? What did you take me for, an encyclopedia?

From the rearview mirror, Xiao Han caught a glance of how sad his “little lover” looked while watching him. Immediately, he felt an ache in his balls.

Look here, little brother. We've only just met for the first time today. Don't be so bitter and hateful, will you? I don't even know you!

Even though he was crazily complaining in his heart, Xiao Han still maintained a cold and silent expression. He also remained indifferent towards Zhuo Fan's attempts at conversation, in accordance with the demands of the script.