Translated by Eve

　　Edited by Wuxian

　　Since he had awoken in this world, Zhao Xihe had felt thoroughly terrible. Although once, he had been an Actor who played leading roles and had played a dest.i.tute youth living in the slums before, that role had been just about to awaken his golden finger when he transmigrated and soared to the skies. In addition, with Zhao Xihe's own capabilities and luck, he had never had to endure any suffering. However, in this world, things were entirely different.

　　If Anson, the dest.i.tute youth that Zhao Xihe was playing, did not return to human society with the protagonist shou, from beginning to end, he would not even be considered a supporting lead but a cannon fodder at best.

　　When the protagonist shou was on the eve of being sold to settle his father's debt, Anson escaped with him. The protagonist shou escaped but Anson was captured. Then, he was beaten up by the one who the protagonist shou's father owed a debt to. When the protagonist shou was captured by the vampire and taken to his castle, Anson stealthily searched for him because he was worried about him. Thus, while the protagonist shou was well-provided for by the protagonist gong, eating and drinking well, Anson was captured and beaten up without a question. When the protagonist shou could no longer bear the protagonist gong's abusive love, Anson helped him escape. However, in the end, the protagonist shou's and gong's hearts still connected and thus, the two became all lovey-dovey. Meanwhile, Anson was captured and beaten up once again…. After he finished reading the details of his own story, Zhao Xihe almost wanted to kneel!

　　When he recalled 5237's furtive smile just prior to entering this world, Zhao Xie just knew that b*stard had definitely done this on purpose! Serves him right for doing something so stupid. They had just pa.s.sed by not even two days in peace, before it began to do wicked things!

　　Indifference filled Zhao Xihe's eyes, but he looked at the tear-stained, beautiful face of the protagonist shou with deep concern, simply wanting to crush him into a paste before telling him to 'go die, ah!'

　　Taking in a deep breath, Zhao Xihe revealed a face full of incredulousness, "How could that be?! Who knew Uncle would unexpectedly do such a demented thing! This…this…!"

　　Anson's family circ.u.mstance was not that much better than the protagonist shou, Dill's. Only, he was on his own so he was not burdened by his family members. He could even take out a coin or two from his pockets to help the poverty-stricken Dill who was being squeezed dry by his family. Unfortunately, unlike Dill who was beautiful, Anson could only be considered slightly handsome. If he were to clean up nicely, only then could he be considered higher quality. Only, having to constantly worry about when he can next eat his fill, Anson naturally could care less about his appearance.

　　Precisely because of this, Anson felt inferior compared to Dill. He secretly loved his childhood friend, but felt that he wasn't a good match for him because he wasn't handsome, nor did he have a way to provide for Dill. He could only hide his love deep within his heart and put on the mask of a friend when interacting with him.

　　"What should I do, Anson?" Dill was out of his wits as he looked at his close friend, "I don't want father to give me to that man. I want to escape. I must escape. However, how can I escape? And escape to where?!"

　　"I'll help you, Dill. I will definitely not let you fall into the hands of that *sshole!" A determination filled Anson's eyes and he seized Dill's arm, "Follow me!"

　　Anson was strong. Dill, who was grabbed by him, felt pained and couldn't help but tear up as he followed after his close friend. He had never felt that Anson was as reliable as he was now. It seemed as if as long as he followed him, there would be nothing to worry about.

　　It was just a pity that this was all just a misconception. Two poor youths with no authority nor power—how could they avoid detection from the self-proclaimed king of the slums? Not soon after, their whereabouts was discovered and they were cut off and surrounded. Anson and Dill were cornered in a dimly lit alley, unable to advance nor retreat.

　　"You climb over the wall and I'll block them!" Anson gritted his teeth, pus.h.i.+ng Dill behind him, indicating that he should climb over the wall behind them. The wall was not short, but it was also not so tall as to be inaccessible to them. Although Dill was weak with a quiet and timid personality, his childhood environment taught him skills, including how to climb over a wall.

　　"I can't climb over it on my own," Dill bit his lips, rather helpless.

　　"Step on my shoulders and get over it!" Anson promptly made a decision.

　　"Then what about you?!" Dill shook his head, incredulous.

　　"I have another way! Don't waste time!" As Anson heard the steps of their pursuers get increasingly close, his heart burned with anxiety and his tone inevitably turned graver, "They want to capture you! As long as you escape, I will be able to get away easily!"

　　"But…."

　　"No more 'buts', just go quickly!" Anson shouted.

　　Dill was completely intimidated by Anson. He had never expected his childhood friend to have such a formidable side to him. He was formidable to the point that it made one unable to refute him and could only blindly follow his commands.

　　When Dill stepped onto Anson's shoulders and climbed over the wall, the pursuers had already surrounded them on all sides, giving Anson no room to escape.