Novel Boss
Chapter 32 - What Does It Mean to Be a Protagonist?
Chapter 32: What Does It Mean to Be a Protagonist?
Please don’t interfere, I’m begging you. Just let him show off. Seriously, the protagonist finally has a chance, don’t block him.
Ye Aotian said, “I’ve never been afraid of Chen Fan. I don’t understand why you’re all afraid of that useless second-generation rich kid.”
Afraid of him? What’s there to fear? Are you out of your mind?
Ling Yuyan was fuming. Come on, man, get it straight. He’s the long-standing villain. If he dies, how will you continue your story? The novel would end, and everyone would be done for.
Ling Yuyan’s understanding of the fact that they lived in a novel world was a bit different. Jin Lan was going with the flow, Lin Qingyue was rebelling against it, and Ling Yuyan was curious—perhaps even excited to see how her own story would unfold. But she also cared about her family.
She didn’t want her loved ones to be in danger due to the world falling apart.
Chen Fan was a transmigrator and knew the entire plot. He could kill you any second if he wanted. If he hasn’t yet, there’s definitely a reason. So stop showing off.
“Thanks for today. Your guidance helped me make another breakthrough,” said Ye Aotian.
Ling Yuyan’s face darkened. She wanted to die from embarrassment. She had come all this way, trying to avoid everyone, and still ended up encountering him. The truth was, Ling Yuyan hadn’t thought much when she decided to come tonight. She just wanted to check out who was the undercover agent around Chen Fan.
Basically, she was just addicted to watching the drama unfold. She was curious about what would happen next in the story. And then she ran into Ye Aotian.
Ling Yuyan had a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, everything happened as expected.
Li Long’s house, a thief, and Ye Aotian—everything fit perfectly. The worst part was that this guy even made a breakthrough, which was absurd.
Damn it. Is everything preordained?
“Do whatever you want; it has nothing to do with me. Goodbye.”
With that, Ling Yuyan opened the window and made her escape.
At this moment, Ye Aotian looked at the sleeping Chen Fan and held a knife to his neck, measuring the distance.
“Wait for it. Killing you would be too easy. In the future, I’ll win over Lin Qingyue, and you’ll be on your knees crying as you watch me embrace her.”
Please, just hurry up already. Stop dragging it out. I’m begging you. Go chase after the female lead already, for real.
Ye Aotian, too, climbed out the window and left.
Chen Fan sighed, got out of bed, and covered Zhu Yeqing with a blanket.
He went downstairs, saw Li Wenqiang’s lifeless body, then returned upstairs and took out his phone.
He began typing:
[You all have so much drama, don’t you? Ling Yuyan, what’s wrong with your brain? The protagonist was about to take revenge on me, and you just had to interfere?]
[But he’s the protagonist, after all. Look at this opportunity! He even gained strength thanks to Ling Yuyan’s help.]
[What does it mean to be a child of destiny? By the way, Zhu Yeqing is so beautiful. She’s immobilized right now, so does that mean I can … hehehe.]
[Poor Li Wenqiang, though. He got killed anyway. I wonder if Li Long will blow up when he finds out.]
After writing the last entry in his diary, Chen Fan went straight to sleep. Tomorrow, he had a stint in jail to look forward to, so he needed a good night’s rest.
Late at night, several people opened their diaries, reading the latest entries. They couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
Sure enough, Ling Yuyan and Ye Aotian met, but Ye Aotian made a breakthrough. What was going on? What had happened that night? Damn it, if only there had been a live broadcast.
“Looks like I wasn’t wrong. Chen Fan is no saint either. Didn’t he end up getting handsy with Zhu Yeqing? This vengeful woman is seriously ruthless.”
Lin Qingyue thought to herself that she could never do what Zhu Yeqing was doing.
Jin Lan closed her diary after reading it and went to bed. She wasn’t part of the current plot, but a new character had shown up, which was interesting. She hadn’t expected so many female leads.
The next morning, Chen Fan woke up first.
Soon, he would have to put on a show, but before that, he decided to collect today’s reward.
[July 11th, weather: light rain, feeling great.]
[Today, I’m going to jail. I’m going to jail! I’m so excited!]
[How should I act later? Should I be scared? Surprised? Or clueless?]
[Sigh, I also wonder what level Ye Aotian’s strength is at now. Is he at fifth grade or fourth? Protagonist, you better level up faster.]
[The plot hasn’t deviated. I’m so happy. I was really worried that Ling Yuyan would just kill Ye Aotian.]
[But then again, Ling Yuyan falling for Ye Aotian makes sense. It’s understandable.]
[Since I’m going to jail, the protagonist can finally go to Lin Qingyue to boast about his achievements, right? Hahaha. Come on, man, the guy killed for you. At least give him a chance.]
[How romantic—killing and hurting people just for you.]
[Hahaha, hahaha!]
[Once Li Long dies, I’ll have to start putting on my villain act. I hate this. I’m about to fully enter the life of a full-time villain.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully uploading the diary.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have been awarded the Lightning Technique.]
Chen Fan looked at the weak electrical current running through his fingers and wanted to die.
Damn it. The system was giving him more and more power.
The Lightning Technique, also known as “attribute power,” could only be used at a certain level of cultivation. Anyone below the first grade wouldn’t even be able to dream of using it. However, in this novel world, martial arts were considerably watered down. It’s not like the protagonist could summon a divine lightning strike with a single move or anything.
At most, the ability could paralyze an opponent for a brief moment during combat.
For a skilled fighter, even a short moment of paralysis was enough to accomplish a lot. But Chen Fan’s “golden finger” ability had a downside—it could trigger the lightning effect involuntarily.
In other words, it was passive, and Chen Fan couldn’t control it. However, Chen Fan didn’t think it was a big deal. What’s the harm in having a bit of electricity running through your body? It’s no big deal.
After writing his diary, Chen Fan adjusted his breathing. Then he started shouting at the top of his lungs.
“Ahhh! Murder! Murder! There’s been a murder!”
Upstairs, Zhu Yeqing rubbed her temples. She wanted to cry. She had seen everything that happened last night, crystal clear.