The Supporting Male Character Just Wants to Be a Tool Man

Yongqiao Street was a perfectly ordinary avenue, but today the sidewalk was packed with teenage girls. 

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The girls in back stood on tiptoe, craning their necks forward as they tried to get a better view.
From time to time they heard the sound of cameras flashing.
The girls in the front were constantly saying, “Oh God, he’s so handsome! How can anyone be so handsome?!”

A passerby asked curiously, “Hey lovely, who are you looking at?”

“Shen QingShu ah,” a girl in the back replied, “Haven’t you heard? He’s making an appearance for the phone he just endorsed.”

“Is that right? Is he really that good-looking in person?”

The girl hurriedly took out the short video she’d just recorded and shared it with him.
“See? He’s way too handsome, right? That height, that face, that body! Dear God, is anyone in the world better-looking than him?”

The passerby heard her say this, but he knew that for fans, beauty was in the eye of the beholder.
Students these days always thought their idol was the sexiest man alive.
But when someone else looked at him, obviously this idol of hers was…

Just as he was thinking this he looked down, and his line of sight intersected with the person on the screen.
An immediate shock ran through his body.
That face, that figure, that aura!

Fck! So handsome—such a face was made to be adored!

The little passerby brother instantly morphed into a fan.
He craned his neck to see better and opened photo-sharing mode with the girls around him.

After the event came to an end, Shen QingShu was escorted to the van by an entourage that included several bodyguards, an agent, and his assistant.

When he waved to his fans through the vehicle’s window, he faintly heard a male voice.
Among so many female voices it was particularly noticeable: “Shen QingShu, I love you!”

Shen QingShu smiled and closed the window, thinking the male fans these days were also getting kind of enthusiastic and passionate.

“Shen Ge, one of your mother fans is a man.” His assistant, Xiao Liu, laughed.

“Not necessarily,” Shen QingShu denied.

He’d just played several games for the sponsor and he was pretty tired.
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Observing this, Xiao Liu lowered his head and reread a novel on his phone.

When Shen QingShu had a little more energy and was ready to talk to his assistant, he saw the other man’s eyes widen like he’d seen a ghost.

“What happened?” he asked.

Xiao Liu looked at him, then pointed at his cell phone.
He wanted to say something but stopped as if he were embarrassed.
Finally he snorted and angrily turned his phone over.

“Someone’s roasting me online?” Shen QingShu guessed that the only thing that could make his little assistant angry was if someone was blackening or scolding him.
On the other hand, there were also people who liked to blacken and scold him simultaneously.

“That’s not it.” Xiao Liu’s expression was subtle.
“I’m reading a novel and saw someone in the book has the same name as you.”

Shen QingShu nodded.
Then he remembered his assistant only read danmei.
Hesitating, he asked, “Am I the gong?”

Xiao Liu: “… Shou.”

Shen QingShu: ! ! !

“I’m the shou?!”

Xiao Liu nodded wordlessly.

Shen QingShu: … Forget it.
It’s just a character in a book.
Even if it’s the same name, it’s not me.
Just accept it.

“Sunny, handsome, charming, superb actor, fabulously wealthy heartthrob, that kind of shou?” he guessed.

Xiao Liu: “… Cannon fodder.”

Shen QingShu: ? ? ? ?

“White moonlight?”

“Chinese cabbage.”

Shen QingShu: ! ! !

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“What kind of spicy chicken novel is that!” Shen QingShu pointed to Xiao Liu’s phone.
“Delete it, delete it immediately! What kind of a spicy chicken author would do that? My name’s so unique.
How could it be the name of a Chinese cabbage cannon fodder shou? It’s irrational!”

He stared at Xiao Liu.
“Do I look like a cannon fodder to you?”

Xiao Liu shook his head.
“How could that be, Shen Ge? If you were a cannon fodder, how could all those people be wrong? Look at your face, your figure, your popularity.
It must be the work of a black fan! They can’t beat you head on, so all they can do is get this type of meaningless spiritual victory.
It’s too petty ah!”

“Exactly.” Shen QingShu folded his arms.

He leaned against the window in exasperation.
After a short time, he whispered curiously, “That novel you’re reading, what’s it about?”

Xiao Liu heard the question, and with great reluctance he retold the plot of the book and the story of Shen QingShu’s namesake, ending in a tirade.

Shen QingShu listened to the dog blood content, speechless.

What a cannon fodder tool man! The character jumped up and down on the edge of death, promoting the development of feelings between the gong and shou in countless ways.
What a hard-working and dedicated tool man ah.

What a waste of his good name!

It was a shame he didn’t have any spare time, otherwise he’d make a side account and write his own novel with himself as a character.
The first thing he’d do was write about a handsome and dashing Shen QingShu, a sought after by millions of fans Shen QingShu, even if he was the shou.
He didn’t care if it was unpopular.
He’d be the white moonlight as well as the cinnabar mole, handsome beyond compare, unparalleled and amazing.
That had to be better than some useless cannon fodder.

As he mused about these things, he looked out the window and saw a food market not far away, bustling with activity.

“Stop here,” Shen QingShu said.
He changed into an ordinary denim jacket and put on a hat and glasses.
“No one’s chasing the car, right? If no one’s following, I’ll head over there.”

“Where are you going?” The agent who hadn’t said anything all this time finally spoke up.

“To reminisce about the past,” Shen QingShu said as he climbed out of the van.

The agent quickly followed.
“I’ll go with you.”

Shen QingShu didn’t mind.
They left together.

Suddenly he heard a child crying, and the sound was very loud.
Shen QingShu looked back and saw a little boy weeping and shouting for his mother, walking towards the middle of the road.

He ran over and picked up the little child with one hand.
“Kids can’t cross the road by themselves, you know?”

The moment he finished speaking, he heard the heart-rending voice of his agent scream, “QingShu!”

Shen QingShu didn’t have time to turn around before he was hit by a car.

He heard the scream, and he heard his agent’s anxious cry for help, but Shen QingShu was lying on the ground, feeling as if something was passing from his body.

How could there be a car? The light was obviously red, right? Did someone run the red light?

Then was he going to die? Wasn’t it too pathetic? He’d just become popular and he was only twenty-two.
He was so young.
He hadn’t ever fallen in love, and he hadn’t even driven a car.
How could he die already?!

Shen QingShu was filled with sorrow.
He couldn’t die in peace!

 

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Shen QingShu blinked, then blinked again, looking incredulously at the white ceiling and the white crystal light above his head.

Wasn’t he just on the street?

Wasn’t he dead?

How come when he opened his eyes he was back in his room?

Shen QingShu sat up with a jolt and looked around at the furnishings.
He seemed to be in a hotel room.
And he was wearing a hotel bathrobe.

What was going on? How did he get here? This wasn’t heaven, was it? It was a bit too normal, right?

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As he puzzled over this, Shen QingShu suddenly saw the bathroom door open.
A man stepped out from inside.

This man had handsome eyes and looked very tall.
He walked towards Shen QingShu, wiping his hair.

His face was extremely good-looking—flawless white skin with a pair of eyes as black as inkstone, dark and deep, and he walked without any trace of hurry.
Water droplets fell from his wet hair onto his neck and disappeared into his bathrobe.

Shen QingShu lowered his gaze to see the bathrobe loosely tied to the man’s body, exposing a broad white chest, which invited one to fantasize.

“Have you seen enough?” As the man approached, he slightly widened his eyes, rubbing his hair and gazing at Shen QingShu with a smile.

Shen QingShu nodded awkwardly.
“Enough.”

“Then let’s get started.”

Started?

Start what?

Shen QingShu was full of doubts he didn’t dare to reveal.
He could only hint politely, “You mean…?”

Han Cheng chuckled.
“Are you going to pretend to be reserved? Did we come here in the middle of the night to chat under the quilt? Now that we’ve finished showering, it’s time to get down to business, don’t you think?”

Shen QingShu thought about it, hesitated, lifted his hands, and tested the waters by clapping.
“Papapa?”

“Otherwise?” Han Cheng asked.

Shen QingShu instantly understood! He must have been too unwilling before he died, and with that kind of grievance he couldn’t die in peace, so heaven arranged this handsome guy to fulfill his last wish!

Although he couldn’t achieve his other wish of falling in love, it was still possible to drive, and the driver had been chosen for him.

Shen QingShu didn’t panic at all.
Bring it on!

He looked at Han Cheng with a heart full of anticipation.
After being bent for so many years, he could finally experience the feeling of high speed racing.
He no longer had to stare blankly at his friends when this topic came up, looking at them with a dumbfounded