When Reader and Author Transmigrate Inside the Book at the Same Time

In the depths of the forest, a person clad in camouflage attire, with a black belt accentuating a slender waist, appeared tall and confident with broad shoulders and long legs.

 

He tilted his head slightly, delivering a swift kick to someone attempting to ambush him, only to find himself surrounded by more assailants.

 

In this real-life battle royale, there were no team divisions; only one person could board the assault boat, making everyone around him an enemy.

 

As the game progressed, players initially collaborated to eliminate the most outstanding competitors.

 

The surrounded individual, like the others, wore a helmet and mask. However, based solely on the hand gripping a laser gun, Gu Jinmian could tell it was Yin Moshu.

 

Shifting his gaze, Gu Jinmian used binoculars to locate Ji Ming, n07, and headed towards him with determination.

 

Ji Ming had just knocked down an opponent when suddenly someone kicked him from behind, causing him to stagger and nearly fall.

 

After cursing, Ji Ming was about to turn around when another kick landed, and a third one brought him to the ground.

 

Gu Jinmian stepped on his back, bending down to ask, “Did you tell Yin Moshu that I was coming?”

 

Hearing his voice, Ji Ming was taken aback.

 

Not long ago, this young master couldn’t even budge him with a kick. How did he suddenly become so damn strong?

 

Considering his larger size compared to Gu Jinmian and the fact that he wasn’t overweight but rather filled with solid muscles, it was his pride.

 

“Speak!”

 

Gu Jinmian exerted pressure with his foot. “Don’t lie to me.”

 

“I didn’t say anything. How could I dare?” Ji Ming replied. “Didn’t you tell me not to inform my friend?”

 

Gu Jinmian wasn’t sure whether to be angry at Ji Ming for calling Yin Moshu a friend or grateful that he hadn’t informed Yin Moshu.

 

“How did he find out about this?”

 

“I have no idea. I invited him yesterday, and he declined. Today, he suddenly said he’s coming.”

 

It was a tradition for him to invite Yin Moshu out whenever he returned to the city. As long as Yin Moshu was in town, he would always find a way to spend time with him.

 

However, Yin Moshu refused him. which was normal; he would even reject ten times in a row. Who knew he would change his mind shortly before Gu Jinmian called him.

 

“No, don’t blame me. Could I have stopped him from coming?” Ji Ming said. “He’s not just Yin Moshu now; he’s also Bai Qirui’s son.”

 

Gu Jinmian kicked him again but refrained from hitting him further. Instead, he found a rope and tied Ji Ming to a tree on higher ground.

 

Ji Ming: “…”

 

Their real-life CS game was different from others. Typically, players used laser guns to shoot and eliminate opponents. However, in their game, the goal was to first knock someone down and then use laser guns. Essentially, they wanted to fight.

 

Gu Jinmian ambushed Ji Ming, kicked him down, and now had him tied up. What was he planning?

 

He just wanted to fight, not survive!

 

While keeping an eye on Yin Moshu’s situation, Gu Jinmian asked Ji Ming, “Tell me about your relationship with Yin Moshu, or what you know about him.”

 

This was his purpose for coming here.

 

Ji Ming: “…”

 

Meanwhile, Yin Moshu had already taken down three people. With no cameras, among this group, he showed less restraint than when dealing with Ji Nan. His fighting style was wild and ruthless, with punches to the flesh.

 

Gu Jinmian couldn’t see Yin Moshu’s expression, but he had a feeling that Yin Moshu’s eyes must be indifferent at this moment, like a desert.

 

Gu Jinmian’s heart was stuffy, and he kicked Ji Ming even harder. His eyes were filled with menace as he demanded, “Speak quickly! If you don’t tell me properly, be prepared to end up penniless!”

 

Ji Ming: “…”

 

Gu Jinmian not only became stronger but also more intimidating and skilled at making threats. Ji Ming, who had almost ended up penniless last time, hurriedly said, “Yin Moshu is incredibly skilled in fighting.”

 

Gu Jinmian pressed the laser gun against Ji Ming’s chest, exerting force. “Quit the nonsense!”

 

Ji Ming coughed violently. “His skill comes not only from experience and technique but also because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t even care about himself, which makes him terrifying.”

 

Gu Jinmian pursed his lips, and lowered his fierce brows and eyes.

 

He understood Ji Ming’s words on a deeper level than Ji Ming did.

 

During the car ride, he recalled every work by He Bujin, going through each character as written by him. He revisited the tragic experiences of each person in those stories.

 

These were characters he truly liked, and many readers shared his sentiments. As the appearances of these characters increased, so did the number of fans who loved them.

 

He Bujin had a distinct writing style, a route that Gu Jinmian discovered in his memories. It appeared frequently in the two years as Gu Jinmian followed his works.

 

Readers passionately declared their love for these characters, knowing that in the next two chapters, these characters would face extreme hardships.

 

As a result, He Bujin had many fans, but he also had an overwhelming number of critics. It was as if he was deliberately opposing the readers who loved these characters, and how could readers not express their discontent?

 

Gu Jinmian, needless to say, had expressed his discontent and had been infuriated.

 

Now, he was beyond infuriated, his eyes red with anger.

 

After his youth, what exactly did he go through and how did he become like this? Why did he find it difficult to accept how much others like him?

 

He couldn’t believe that anyone could genuinely like him.

 

In his stories, he repeatedly subjected himself to torment.

 

Now, Gu Jinmian could better understand the abrupt gesture when they met for the second time at the Gu Building, where he said he would protect Yin Moshu but was instead pinned against the elevator.

 

Gu Jinmian also thought about the original work.

 

In the later part of the original story, after Yin Moshu fell off the horse and was hospitalized, he intentionally provoked a nurse who was a fan of Jiang Xulin. The nurse pricked his arm with many needles.

 

Instead of complaining, he not only refrained from reporting the nurse but also intensified the harm inflicted by her.

 

In a mocking tone, he told the paranoid nurse fan of Jiang Xulin that Jiang Xulin was homosexual, had numerous boyfriends, from CEOs to photographers. Eventually, he drove the nurse insane, leading to his death.

 

At the time, Gu Jinmian believed it was He Bujin paving the way for the protagonist, Bai Xinyu, using Yin Moshu’s death to bring down Jiang Xulin. He fervently criticized He Bujin for such a plot.

 

Little did he know there were seeds planted within.

 

Beyond the resemblance in appearance and name, the fall from the horse resulting in disability was the same. Yin Moshu was the projection of his life.

 

After experiencing all that, he resisted others liking him while denying the harm he caused.

 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Ji Ming saw his eyes reddening, as if he was about to cry, and was quite frightened. “I’m telling the truth. Please don’t cry! Ask whatever you want to ask, just don’t cry like this!”

 

“Alright, alright, he has a bit of a sadistic tendency, but he’s not violent. You don’t need to be afraid!”

 

“Shut up!” Gu Jinmian shouted in frustration.

 

He continued to use the binoculars to observe the situation.

 

There were five people surrounding Yin Moshu, and Yin Moshu had already taken down four of them. Only one person, holding a laser gun, hesitating to retreat.

 

As he stepped back, he glanced at the two people lying on the ground behind Yin Moshu.

 

As he approached, the two people who had fallen behind Yin Moshu suddenly sprung up. One of them held a sharp stone, and the other raised a laser gun. The three of them attacked Yin Moshu together.

 

Yin Moshu focused on the person in front of him who hadn’t fallen. Even though he noticed the commotion behind him, his main offensive was against the person in front.

 

He kicked the person in front of him, immediately bending down to dodge a laser gun aimed at him. However, at that moment, the other person was already swinging a stone towards Yin Moshu’s head.

 

Instinctively, Yin Moshu raised his hand to block his face.

 

“Damn it!” Gu Jinmian immediately threw the binoculars and ran towards them.

 

“Ah? Untie me!”

 

Gu Jinmian didn’t hear Ji Ming’s voice at all. The more he ran, the more ferocious his expression became. His back teeth clattered together, and in his mind, there was a mix of images – one moment was Yin Moshu reaching out for the stone, and the next was the pitiful descriptions of all “him” in the original work.

 

As he sprinted like a gust of wind, by the time he arrived, the three people were already defeated. Gu Jinmian paid no attention to them. He ran to the person with the stone and kicked him repeatedly.

 

“Playing a game, and you resort to sneak attacks? You even violate the rules using a stone. You’re quite something!”

 

The person screamed under the relentless kicks, leaving the onlookers bewildered.

 

Yin Moshu, who was standing aside and frowning while examining his palm, heard Gu Jinmian’s voice and turned in surprise.

 

Gu Jinmian kicked with considerable force, and with all running he did, his helmet was askew, swaying with his movements.

 

Yin Moshu reached out to grab his waist and drag him backwards, yet he was still so very energetic, thus Yin Moshu simply picked him up with one hand. Even so, Gu Jinmian’s leg still kicked in mid air.

 

After putting him down, Yin Moshu removed Gu Jinmian’s mask and helmet, revealing his disheveled hair, cold face, and moist, reddened eyes.

 

Yin Moshu was momentarily stunned. His slightly parted lips then closed again, and he reached out to touch Gu Jinmian’s eyes. However, halfway through, Gu Jinmian grabbed his hand.

 

Gu Jinmian spread out Yin Moshu’s palm, revealing a crack caused by a sharp stone, with small strips of flesh turned over and fresh red blood that made Gu Jinmian’s eyes redder.

 

From the elevated vantage point, he had a clear view, Yin Moshu had narrowly avoided the injury.

 

Through this not-so-serious wound, Gu Jinmian saw the harm on every book, every page.

 

All of it, inflicted by his own hands.

 

Gu Jinmian held Yin Moshu’s wrist with one hand and pressed down on his fingers with the other, lowering his head in silence for a long time, so long that people around started to glance over.

 

Yin Moshu was about to lift his chin when his hand trembled.

 

A teardrop fell onto the wound in his palm.

 

Clear tears mixed with the red blood, slowly merging.

 

Yin Moshu remained dazed for a few seconds, and his fingertips curled slightly.

 

“Yin Moshu, please don’t hurt yourself anymore, okay?”

 

Others couldn’t understand what he was saying.

 

Yin Moshu understood.

 

His throat felt sore, lips tightly sealed, and his jawline tensed.

 

Another tear fell, and Gu Jinmian tightened his grip on Yin Moshu’s hand.

 

Yin Moshu clenched his hand, no longer letting him see. He pressed the back of his head and hugged him into his arms, his hoarse voice rang in his ear, saying, “Okay.”

 

“Don’t cry anymore,” he pleaded.

 

Gu Jinmian sniffed, rubbed his nose against Yin Moshu’s rough camouflage shirt, and fell silent.

 

He only realized he had cried after being overwhelmed by emotions.

 

Fortunately, no one saw.

 

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the face to continue mingling in the high society of S City.

 

Ji Ming finally untied the ropes, hastily coming down from above. Seeing Yin Moshu and Gu Jinmian hugging each other while the other five people stood or lay around, looking confused.

 

“How to respond?” He muttered to himself, then he immediately said, “Is it just the two of them left? Then what’s the point?”

 

Someone said, “Isn’t there still you?”

 

Ji Ming: “…”

 

He was busy picking up the laser gun “abandoned” by someone.

 

“…”

 

Yin Moshu put the helmet back on Gu Jinmian. No one saw how red Gu Jinmian’s eyes were.

 

Gu Jinmian’s expression collapsed, amidst the various reactions of the onlookers and remained silent.

 

“So, are you two still in?”

 

Gu Jinmian pointed to the person who had used a stone to attack, saying, “He violated the rules. He got impatient and used a stone to attack.”

 

“Alright, alright, kick him out,” Ji Ming said. “I’ll take him away. You guys can continue however you want.”

 

“Evil spirits are shameless,” someone added. (TL: Evil spirits or goblins or fairies-It is a metaphor for a woman who seduces people with her charming appearance.)

 

His mind was filled with vulgar rubbish.

 

Gu Jinmian was ridiculed.

 

After everyone had left, he felt embarrassed.

 

After the emotions surged, tears fell without him noticing.

 

Why did they fall?

 

It was too embarrassing.

 

The two of them remained silent, each with unsettled thoughts.

 

To break the awkwardness, Gu Jinmian spoke first, “Why did you come here to play?”

 

“You wouldn’t play with me, and you wouldn’t let me play with them either,” Yin Moshu said calmly. “I waited for you at home all morning. When I heard you went to the company, I felt bored and came to play with them.”

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

After exchanging a few words, they fell into silence again.

 

Both felt that what they really wanted to say to each other was not expressed in these words.

 

Gu Jinmian walked over to a large rock and sat down, patting the space next to him for Yin Moshu to join.

 

Yin Moshu hesitated for a moment before sitting next to him.

 

On the mountainside, sitting here, they could see a few houses scattered in the farmyard below, mixing with the distant prosperity. Wanting to catch up with the pace of the city but lacking the means, stuck in a state of neither here nor there, it was an indescribable situation.

 

“In the stories you write, every character like you has a miserable fate. The more someone likes them, the worse their fate is in your writing,” Gu Jinmian said awkwardly. “Do you think you don’t deserve to be liked by others?”

 

“Then what am I?” His voice was a bit angry. “Am I blind?”

 

Yin Moshu remained silent, looking down at the houses below the mountain.

 

Not getting a response, Gu Jinmian answered himself with a snort, “I’m not blind, you better believe it.”

 

Yin Moshu chuckled, turned to look at him, and said in a resigned tone, “I’m sorry, it’s my problem. I have an illness, and I’m currently seeing a psychologist.”

 

Gu Jinmian immediately focused on him.

 

The autumn wind on the mountain was cold, and their camouflage suits weren’t very warm. Gu Jinmian’s nose turned red from the chilly breeze, and with his red eyes, he looked like a pitiful little rabbit.

 

But this rabbit, with a paralyzed face, could kick people to tears.

 

And cry secretly.

 

The warmest sunlight wasn’t in the summer but in the cold weather. When the sunlight fell on his face, the refracted warmth could melt one’s heart.

 

Yin Moshu pulled him into his arms, nibbled his nose tip, and gently licked it.

 

His embrace was warm, blocking the wind. Gu Jinmian stayed still, staring at Yin Moshu without blinking, clearly wanting a more thorough explanation.

 

“Perhaps it’s because I’ve accumulated too many… negative emotions. When I finally have some free time, these emotions just explode, and I don’t know how to relieve them.”

 

Yin Moshu lifted the last layer of cover. “It might be because there’s no one else to vent my hatred, so I vented it through self harm.”

 

His experiences mirrored those in his books: a foster mother, a foster father, biological parents—all of whom he disliked.

 

Using the influence of his biological parents, he swallowed up the He family, seeking revenge against all his enemies. After gaining control of both families, he suddenly felt life was meaningless.

 

In his short life, marked by scars and wounds, the black hues of hatred and malice seeped into him, following the wounds. Just as he didn’t spare those who hurt him, seeing them tremble and beg before him became uninteresting.

 

His world was so empty, blank and numb.

 

He was like a walking corpse, unable to feel anything real.

 

Seeking some stimulation, he found that he could only turn to himself.

 

Sadly, he discovered that the insults, hatred, and harm from others couldn’t stir a single ripple within him. Instead, compliments and admiration, had the ability to stab him.

 

Zhou Jingjun couldn’t understand. His writing, not only had no therapeutic effect in the beginning, but it had exacerbated his problems.

 

She wondered, why persist the long process of writing? It was because he found stimulation in it.

 

Until he wrote this book, “Entertainment Supreme,” and until he stepped into it, encountering Gu Jinmian.

 

“I’ve gotten much better, and I will seriously undergo treatment,” Yin Moshu said.

 

He looked at Gu Jinmian, silently asking, can you accept someone with psychological issues, someone who many see as mentally ill but will certainly undergo proper treatment?

 

Gu Jinmian, feeling frustrated, asked, “Just because of this, you’re unwilling to talk about the present with me?”

 

“Do you think you’re someone with problems, a mentally ill person?”

 

Yin Moshu shifted his gaze, looking downward.

 

Gu Jinmian was irritated, not understanding why he would think that way.

 

Yin Moshu didn’t say much to him, but Gu Jinmian had already confirmed that the overlap between the book and reality was extremely high. They shared many similar experiences, experiences of unimaginable harm.

 

Gu Jinmian, despite his internal frustration, was incredibly gentle in his actions. He hugged Yin Moshu’s neck and kissed him delicately, starting from the chin, leaving a trail of moist kisses on his lips, nose, eye corners, eyebrows, and forehead.

 

“Yin Moshu, let’s get married,” Gu Jinmian stared into his eyes and said, “If you don’t like that family, can’t integrate into that family, then let’s build our own family.”

 

He saw Yan Moshu’s throat rolled up and down, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

 

His hand moved down from Yan Moshu’s neck, sliding to the spine that had never bent down before, and gently caressed.

 

“I really like you,” Gu Jinmian said again, “Shall we get married?”

 

Yin Moshu lifted his chin and forcefully kissed him.

 

Gu Jinmian tasted the salty taste in this kiss.

 

He straightened his back and kissed him back with equal force.

 

The sunshine was getting warmer and the mountain breeze was no longer cold.

 

At some point, Gu Jinmian sat on Yin Moshu’s lap, and for a moment, both eyes were filled with blazing light.

 

Yin Moshu wanted to pull Gu Jinmian down, but for some reason, he couldn’t pull him down. Gu Jinmian however, pulled the belt on Yin Moshu’s camouflage suit, his eyes dodging and excited.

 

“Yin Moshu, I have always loved thrilling games, “Gu Jinmian swallowed. “And I have a thing for uniforms. I’ve fantasized that one day, it has to be thrilling and extraordinary. I don’t want it to be mundane in bed, that’s too dull.”

 

Yin Moshu: “….”

 

Gu Jinmian forcefully tugged at his belt, and the metal waist buckle and button made a hoarse collision sound, almost pulling the belt apart.

 

“I think now is a good opportunity.”

 

He saw that Yin Moshu’s forehead had bulging veins, and his eyes were as terrifying as wanting to eat people alive.

 

Gu Jinmian was grabbed by him forcefully and rudely, and was dragged all the way down the mountain.

 

When Ji Ming and the others saw that there was no result for a long time, just as they were considering starting a new round, they witnessed Gu Jinmian stumbled and was being dragged down by Yin Moshu.

 

The expression on Yin Moshu’s face was terrifying like never before, frightening Ji Ming to the point of freezing in place, barely daring to breathe.

 

Once they were far away, Ji Ming finally spoke, “Gu Jinmian should be fine, right?”

 

Someone who understood the situation chuckled ambiguously, “It’s hard to say.”

 

Yin Moshu dragged Gu Jinmian to the passenger seat, speeding away and only stopped at a pharmacy. Still in a camouflage outfit, went in to buy a bag of things.

 

When he threw the bag into the car, the tie went loose. Gu Jinmian took a glance and, aside from a box of widely known items, everything else was unfamiliar to him.

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

Suddenly, he felt a bit scared; this wasn’t quite like what he had imagined.

 

He was then taken back to the newly bought Bai family house, where the Bai couple was abroad, leaving Yin Moshu free to do as he pleased.

 

Just after taking a shower, he was dressed in a school uniform of Qiuyang by Yin Moshu, “A bit of a uniform fetish?”

 

He was pressed down by Yin Moshu and then took him to the engraved bench in the hotel and said, “Like excitement, and don’t want it to be boring in bed?’

 

Gu Jinmian: “….”

 

He heard the sound of the school uniform zipper being pulled, like a gear. He felt the intense friction between the gears as it was pulled back and forth, almost giving birth to sparks.

 

They went home, with warm sunshine and wild mountain breeze from the mountains.

 

The temperature of the sunshine was getting higher and higher, and the mountain breeze was blowing harder and harder.

 

The sunshine was wrinkled and blown ‘disorderly’, shaking and swaying.

 

The mountain breeze could also blow black clouds, completely devouring the sunshine, and in a burst of sobs, turning into dripping rain.

 

After the rain, it cleared up, and the sunshine fell on the lake surface. The air neutralized, immersed in the lake water making a bend.

 

“Yin Moshu, I was wrong.”

 

“Author! I, I was wrong!”

 

“Big Brother, I was wrong wu wu wu.”