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

Gu Jinmian was startled awake by a thunderous clap that echoed through the sky.

 

The room was bright, and in front of his computer, the comment section of “Entertainment Supreme” was still open. At the top was a negative review, still his own.

 

“He Bujin, you dog, wish you the same fate as Yin Moshu!”

 

Gu Jinmian blinked, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of panic, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

 

He was still sitting here; everything was as it was. Then what was that he experienced?

 

A big dream.

 

The term was terrifying, unbearably so.

 

Gu Jinmian remained stunned for a while, then quickly straightened up and sent a private message to He Bujin on Weibo. “I’m Gu Jinmian, that Gu Jinmina. Do you know?”

 

His phone was buzzing with group messages.

 

[When will it end]:

 

“Jinmian really cursed!”

 

“Looks like a professional gamer, the anger spills out of the screen.”

 

“This guy is something else, everyone’s probably watching the drama unfold for both reading and writing.”

 

“But, isn’t the cursing a bit too much?”

 

Gu Jinmian looked at those comments and instantly got a headache.

 

He consistently gave negative reviews, all rated at -2. He couldn’t delete them, not even his own works. The only way to gain control of the review section was to flood it with 100 negative reviews and let his works reach the threshold for review management.

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

He furrowed his brow and reluctantly continued leaving positive reviews.

 

[Well written, throwing flowers, mwah mwah.]

 

“???”

 

[Writes so realistically, the immersion is too strong, wuwuwu.]

 

{Even though Yin Moshu died, he must be happy in the extra chapters.]

 

Gu Jinmian cautiously left a coded review.

 

[Since Gu Jinmian likes Yin Moshu so much, will he avenge him?]

 

“??????”

 

The group exploded with @Gu Jinmian.

 

“What’s wrong, Jinmian? Did you finally go crazy from the pressure?”

 

“Have you been kidnapped? Did He Bujin’s team do some PR stunt on you?”

 

It wasn’t surprising they were shocked. The [When will it end] group had gathered a bunch of readers intrigued by He Bujin. They juggled between not being able to let go of the novel and expressing their frustrations towards He Bujin in the group after being emotionally tormented.

 

Among them, the most prominent figure was Gu Jinmian.

 

His nickname in the group was Gu Jinmian, and everyone thought he used the characters from the novel as his online identity. Many others followed suit, leading to names like Bai Xinyu, Yin Moshu, Shi Yi, and more in the group.

 

Whenever Gu Jinmian got upset, everyone in the group knew that Yin Moshu had been tortured again, and they would collectively mention Bai Xinyu in the group, rallying for support.

 

This time, it was supposed to be the same routine. However, Gu Jinmian surprised them all by flooding the review section with rainbow-like praises, making it cringe-worthy and awkward for them to watch.

 

Based on their understanding of Gu Jinmian, it seemed unlikely for him to be subjected to a PR stunt. They reasonably suspected that he might have finally gone crazy due to the pressure, possibly triggered by Yin Moshu’s death at the hands of He Bujin.

 

How else could he utter words like “Gu Jinmian likes Yin Moshu” in the review section?

 

Gu Jinmian paid no attention to them. After delivering a realistic compliment in the review section, he began to throw more bombs and deep-sea torpedoes.

 

The announcement section on the Jinjiang website started flooding with notifications: “Yin Moshu eternal god sent numerous deep-sea torpedoes to ‘Entertainment Supreme’ He Bujin.

 

This attracted even more readers and writers to observe the drama. Threads discussing the love-hate relationship between Yin Moshu eternal god and He Bujin began to emerge on the Jinjiang forum.

 

“…”

 

After the bombardment, Gu Jinmian started reporting and complaining about the negative reviews he had previously given. Not satisfied with doing it alone, he also shouted in the group, urging his friends to join him in reporting and complaining.

 

“……”

 

If he couldn’t delete them, he could at least report them. If a reader’s review received multiple reports, the specific review wouldn’t be displayed in the review section anymore. This was the only solution Gu Jinmian could think of.

 

The group remained silent. He shouted, “Whoever reports me, I’ll invite the one who did it to read Yin Moshu’s extra!”

 

Over a hundred group members responded with a collective roar.

 

After doing all this, Gu Jinmian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

 

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Gu Yunpeng came in with a cup of hot milk. “The thunder was loud just now, power went out for a bit, but it’s back now.”

 

Seeing Gu Yunpeng, Gu Jinmian’s sense of disorientation grew stronger. For Gu Yunpeng, it might have been just a few minutes, but for him, it felt like a long time.

 

Gu Jinmian pulled him to sit on the sofa and gave him a hug. “Dad.”

 

“Ah!” Gu Yunpeng found him a bit strange and more curious. “You’re not even competing for your favorite airplane model. You rushed back in such a hurry. Are you in love?”

 

Gu Jinmian: “…..”

 

He couldn’t come up with a retort. If he told his dad that, in this very minute, he had transmigrated into a novel and was now in a romantic relationship with a character from that novel, would his dad think he got struck by lightning and went crazy?

 

He would definitely think that way, and even Gu Jinmian had some doubts about himself.

 

The melancholy in his eyes—how could Gu Yunpeng, the father, not notice? He guessed that his son had hurriedly come upstairs, probably received a message, and now was ignoring him, or, in a more severe scenario, he had been rejected.

 

As Gu Yunpeng left, he patted Gu Jinmian’s shoulder. “Get a good night’s sleep. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.”

 

Gu Jinmian dreaded the idea of sleeping and everything returning to normal.

 

He didn’t dare to sleep, lying in bed staring at the private message on Weibo. He regretted not asking for the person’s contact information earlier.

 

Suddenly, a text message popped up on his phone, from the general manager of X Airlines, Peng Minghui. Gu Jinmian was startled; he suddenly remembered that, in the novel, even the fake author he cursed was named Peng Minghui.

 

Gu Jinmian scratched his nose and opened the message.

 

“There’s an emergency meeting at the company tomorrow, and we need a representative pilot. Since you’re off tomorrow, you’ll do. Don’t be late at 8 am.”

 

Gu Jinmian cursed silently. An 8 am meeting—was this humane?

 

Was Peng Minghui trying to set him up? Pilots usually flew for a day and had two to three days off. Since there were many pilots off today, they decided to let him listen to the leader’s speech early in the morning.

 

Gu Jinmian set an alarm for 7 am, attempted to sleep, but failed. He gave up and picked up his phone to browse the Jinjiang forum on the website.

 

The Jinjiang forum was divided into multiple sections, with the liveliest user comments focusing on the entertainment industry, known as the Rabbit Zone. However, Gu Jinmian wasn’t there; he was in the Azure Water Pavilion, a gathering place for Jinjiang authors, also known as the Pigeon Zone.

 

He posted a thread asking fellow authors: “If a reader leaves many negative reviews on your work, how would you feel? How can you recover?”

 

In the Azure Water Pavilion, authors had star ratings, ranging from empty stars to five stars, while readers had heart ratings, ranging from empty hearts to five hearts, based on their spending levels on Jinjiang.

 

Gu Jinmian held the highest rating of five hearts, indicating a spending level of over a hundred thousand. Shortly after posting, many authors responded.

 

[Raising a big knife and coming in, when I see hearts… swipe, swipe, swipe!]

 

[Pointing and coming in, when I see hearts… Big bro, be my reader. I don’t need to recover.]

 

[Simple, give more kisses and throw more torpedoes!]

 

[Don’t worry, if it’s a big work, with so many reviews every day, they probably didn’t even notice you.]

 

Gu Jinmian thought throwing torpedoes was not an option; he had thrown so many, and they all got rejected.

 

He replied: [He probably noticed me, and throwing torpedoes didn’t work.]

 

[Then wish for a sweet love story.]

 

[Wait a minute, a five-heart reader without any rebuttals is impressive. To recover, did you throw a lot of torpedoes…Yin Moshu eternal god?]

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

Are authors this formidable now?

 

Gu Jinmian quickly slipped away.

 

He took a melatonin pill and went to bed obediently.

 

X Airlines was the largest domestic airline, breaking through the competition with its high-end services. It held a significant position in the business empire of the He family.

 

Gu Jinmian rarely visited the headquarters, he mainly worked on airplanes and at the training base. The company was located in a tall building in the city center. Gu Jinmian arrived at the entrance at 7:40 am. As he was about to enter, he suddenly saw a very familiar person.

 

Surprised, he looked several times, rubbed his eyes to confirm, “Bai Xinyu?”

 

The person in front couldn’t just be said to look like Bai Xinyu; they looked identical, with the same height and features.

 

If one insisted on pointing out a difference, it would be in their clothing. The Bai Xinyu in the novel was always casually dressed, favoring casual clothes. The person in front of him, however, was wearing a strict suit and oddly had glasses on.

 

The suit looked good on him, giving him an air of sophistication and stability, but the glasses… why wear glasses if you don’t have vision problems?

 

The person heard his call, glanced at him with a tense expression, then turned away.

 

“Bai Xinyu!” Gu Jinmian tentatively used a secret code, “Home? Step-mother!”

 

“……”

 

“Bai Xinyu” and his assistant looked at him inexplicably.

 

The assistant said, “Are you calling our Manager Bai?”

 

“Manager?” Gu Jinmian was surprised, “Is everything okay with your company?”

 

“…”

 

Clearly, they weren’t very talkative people.

 

They chose to ignore him and walked straight into the building.

 

Gu Jinmian followed.

 

“Don’t follow us, if you do, I’ll have security kick you out.” The assistant turned back and blocked him.

 

Gu Jinmian: “Our company is also in this building.”

 

The man hesitated for a moment, watching Gu Jinmian swipe his card before leaving. However, not long after, they encountered Gu Jinmian again while waiting for the elevator.

 

During this process, the assistant always felt like this person was surreptitiously watching their manager. He became cautious, remaining on guard and giving him a stern look.

 

This person, with the appearance of a young man, wore seemingly casual clothes that, upon closer inspection, were from expensive luxury brands. He looked very handsome, especially his eyes—clean and beautiful. He didn’t seem like someone with ulterior motives.

 

The elevator came down quickly, Manager Bai entered first, followed by the assistant. When Gu Jinmian tried to enter, the assistant extended his arm to stop him. “You can’t get on. Don’t you know this is the elevator that can only be taken by top floor executives?”

 

Gu Jinmian: “…”

 

Well, that’s life. After all, he’s just a miserable worker now.

 

Gu Jinmian patiently waited for the two elevators behind him.

 

As the elevators started going up, the assistant sighed in relief, “Finally got rid of him. He looks like trouble at first glance.”

 

Bai Yuxin remained silent, with a stiff expression.

 

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, they saw him again in the meeting room.

 

“…..”

 

The assistant, unfamiliar with this place, asked someone from X Airlines, “Who is that?”

 

“He’s the representative pilot.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Although the assistant didn’t understand why they needed a pilot to participate, he didn’t dare to question it.

 

Three years ago, the person who used to oversee things had gradually stepped back, relinquishing half of his authority to retire to the board. However, he suddenly notified X Airlines in the middle of the night that he would be visiting to check things out. This made the general manager of X Airlines gather people from various departments for a meeting, with specific individuals assigned. Not only were the higher-ups at X Airlines nervous, but the entire group was also on edge.

 

So, they arrived early in the morning to accompany.

 

However, it was already time for the meeting, and he still hadn’t shown up.

 

Gu Jinmian felt annoyed dealing with the leaders and, coupled with the lack of sleep last night, he started to doze off as soon as he sat down.

 

Even after taking melatonin last night, he couldn’t sleep well. The oppressive feeling in his heart fermented and thickened in the silence of the night. Like frying pancakes on a hot griddle, he tossed and turned, unable to escape the torment. In his mind, there was a person. He couldn’t help but think, what if it was all just a dream? What if there was no Yin Moshu and He Bujin? He felt lost and fearful.

 

At night, emotions become more sensitive. There was a moment when Gu Jinmian bit the blanket and almost burst into tears.

 

In the moderately noisy yet not overly loud environment, his drowsiness suddenly kicked in. This kind of setting was perfect for him to take a little nap.

 

Gu Jinmian’s head slowly, hazily felt the surroundings becoming unusually quiet.

 

He still remembered that he was here for a meeting and struggled to open his eyes.

 

Everyone in the meeting room seemed to be looking at him.

 

Why?

 

With his sleepy eyes, Gu Jinmian sluggishly looked toward the center of the meeting room, where there’s a person sitting in a wheelchair. He jolted awake and stood up abruptly.