Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Suddenly.

He had transmigrated into a romance novel titled “Shining Starlight.”

Su Yunjing had never read this novel before. It wasn’t until after transmigrating that the system force-fed the plot directly into his brain.

It’s said that in romance novels aimed at girls, the male lead was for the heroine to love, while the second male lead was for the readers to love.

“Shining Starlight” featured a tragic, mentally unstable second male character who tugged at every reader’s heartstrings—Fu Hanzhou.

Su Yunjing’s mission in this book was to bring warmth to Fu Hanzhou.

System: “We hope the host can help Fu Hanzhou experience genuine human affection, love, and the fact that there is a Su Yunjing in this world as well.”

Su Yunjing: “…”

“Why did that sound kind of weird to him?”

Before the system inexplicably dragged him into this novel, Su Yunjing had died in a car accident.

Su Yunjing felt that it was worthwhile to be able to enter a book world, allowing him to continue his life in another way. So he agreed to the mission.

Fu Hanzhou’s life in the novel was very tragic. When his mother was pregnant with him, she had a falling out with his father and raised the child alone.

His biological mother suffered from a genetic mental illness that fluctuated unpredictably. She often abused Fu Hanzhou both verbally and physically.

To make things worse, Fu Hanzhou inherited her condition. As a result, his personality became twisted and paranoid.

That was until he met the story’s heroine. It was as if someone had put a leash on him, and the mad dog became a loyal one.

This “tragically beautiful and mentally unstable but deeply devoted” character was exactly the kind that *suck powder.

[t/n: (吸粉 xi fen): Chinese slang that literally means “suck powder,” shortened version of “吸引粉絲” (xī yǐn fěnsī) which means “attract fans”.]

Even Su Yunjing, a grown man, felt sorry for him after reading the whole book.

And this Yandere was only seven years old right now.

The system had sent Su Yunjing back to Fu Hanzhou’s childhood.

There is nothing wrong with starting love-based education at a young age.

The problem was that the system had also turned Su Yunjing into an eight-year-old child.

Well, that was a problem.

Looking at the delicate, white-toothed little boy with a red lip not far away, Su Yunjing raised an eyebrow.

That was his target, little Yandere Fu Hanzhou.

Fu Hanzhou was sitting alone under the shade of a tree.

Golden sunlight filtered through the old locust tree’s branches, scattering into countless fragments of light that danced across his small figure.

He wore clothes that didn’t fit, old and worn, but it couldn’t hide how strikingly beautiful he was, like a doll carved from jade, prettier even than some girls.

Fu Hanzhou’s mother jumped off a building two months ago after her mental state deteriorated to the point where she could not bear the torment.

After her death, Fu Hanzhou had been sent to an orphanage.

Su Yunjing’s new identity had been cleverly arranged by the system, and his home was in a communal apartment building directly across from the orphanage.

Location-wise, Su Yunjing had a great advantage.

While the other kids at the orphanage were playing on the playground slide, Fu Hanzhou sat alone in the shade, sketching in a notebook.

Seeing the solitary figure, Su Yunjing walked over.

A White Rabbit milk candy suddenly appeared in front of Fu Hanzhou, held out by a small hand.

Fu Hanzhou raised his eyelids.

Only after seeing him from such a close distance did Su Yunjing realize that this boy was really handsome.

His facial features were beautifully carved as a piece of smooth jade unwrapped from a silk cloth.

Appreciating such beauty, Su Yunjing’s smile grew warmer and more friendly.

“Want some candy?” He asked.

Fu Hanzhou looked at him, his dark eyes cold and unreadable.

He took the White Rabbit from Su Yunjing’s hand and threw it away.

Su Yunjing: ???

Fu Hanzhou threw away the candy, lowered his head, and continued painting with no intention of paying any attention to Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing wasn’t used to dealing with kids, and Fu Hanjuu’s reaction caught him off guard, and he stood there, stunned.

Thinking of Fu Hanzhou’s childhood growth experience, Su Yunjing realized this might not be so easy after all.

He bent down to pick up the candy and asked, “Don’t you like candy?”.

Fu Hanzhou didn’t respond.

Unwilling to give up, Su Yunjing tried again. “What’s your name? We can be friends.”

Fu Hanzhou didn’t even lift his eyelids.

He was small and skinny. The exposed part of his pale neck looked so fragile it seemed like one could snap it with a single hand.

Su Yunjing stared at the layer of fine hair at the back of his neck, feeling unexpectedly conflicted inside.

“Yunjing, time to go home,” A gentle pretty woman from the distance called Su Yunjiang.

This was the original body’s mother, Song Wenqian.

Today, mother and son had come to the orphanage to donate old clothes.

Having failed in making a new friend, Su Yunjing could only head back and make further plans.

The next day after school, under Song Wenqian’s supervision, Su Yunjing finished his first-grade homework.

In his childlike voice, which still felt weird to him, he asked, “Mom, can I go downstairs to play for a bit?”

The original body was chronically ill and spent about a third of the year in the hospital.

Seeing him wanting to go out and play, Song Wenqian stepped out of the kitchen.

“How about Mommy turn on a cartoon for you instead?” she coaxed.

“I won’t run off. I just wanna play downstairs with the other kids. Just for a little while.”

“Well… If you feel sick, come right back.”

“Okay.”

Su Yunjing took a piece of cake and headed across the street to the orphanage to find Fu Hanzhou.

As expected, Fu Hanzhou was still sitting alone under the tree, sketching. He didn’t play or talk with the other children.

Su Yunjing first went to the playground and handed out candy to the other kids while subtly asking about Fu Hanzhou.

The oldest kids were already ten and could communicate normally with adults.

Listening to their chatter, Su Yunjing learned that Fu Hanzhou had a terrible reputation in the orphanage. In the two months since he arrived, not a single child liked him.

Su Yunjing sighed. Growing up in that kind of environment, it was no wonder he’d developed such a thorny personality.

As Fu Hanzhou was drawing, a shadow fell across his drawing paper.

Well–not drawing paper, actually, it was a used school workbook. The front pages had been written on already, so the orphanage teacher had given it to

Fu Hanzhou to draw on the back.

The watercolor pens were his own,brought from home. Many colors had already dried out.

Looking up, Fu Hanzhou saw the same boy from yesterday, the one who offered him candy.

“Want some cake?” Su Yunjing asked.

Fu Hanzhou was just as aloof as yesterday. He ignored him and kept sketching.

Su Yunjing opened the vacuum-sealed package.

Inside was a soft chiffon cake, with a layer of cream in the middle.

He tore off a piece and tempted, “It’s sweet, and smells nice. Want some?”

A faint milky aroma drifted through the air.

Su Yunjing saw Fu Hanzhou’s long, thick lashes tremble noticeably.

He must be hungry.

From what Su Yunjing had gathered from other children, meals at the orphanage followed a “first come, first served” rule.

And Fu Hanzhou never rushed to eat. He always came last and whatever was left was hardly enough.

“Here.” Su Yunjing held out the cake.

Fu Hanzhou coldly slapped his hand away.

Fu Hanzhou looked small, but his slap was very powerful. A red mark immediately bloomed across the back of Su Yunjing’s hand.

He didn’t react in time, his hand loosened, and the cake fell to the ground.

The white and tender cake rolled once and got covered in dirt.

Looking down at the slap mark on his hand, Su Yunjing couldn’t help but sigh.

No wonder he ends up as a yandere. At seven years old, he was already this difficult.