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Synopsis
Fang Chen transmigrated into a novel.
And not just any novel, but a domineering CEO romance.
His new role? The fake young master, the textbook cannon fodder.
He cracked his knuckles, thinking,
So, did I arrive early enough to sabotage the real young master? Or am I at the peak drama part where I'm about to self-destruct?
The next second, he opened his eyes.
On a plane.
The plot had already ended.
He'd reached the part after his downfall, when the fake young master had been exiled abroad to fend for himself.
What the hell? Straight to the bad ending?
The worst part?
He hadn't even passed his English proficiency test yet.
He couldn't understand a single word around him.
Seth Bolton, WK University's star boxer.
Triple champion of the Intercollegiate Tournament.
Rumor had it he could take down a raging bull with one punch.
When Fang Chen heard that in the cafeteria, he muttered under his breath,
"So... a North American Wu Song, huh?"
That night, he found himself pinned against a floor-to-ceiling window,
The man's nearly two meter frame makes him look like a fragile collectible.
Easy to handle and pose.
Fang Chen's eyes were red from crying, kicking furiously.
"Get off me, you beast! Save your bull strength for the ring!"
The man caught his ankle, lowered his head, and kissed the soft arch of his foot.
His voice was low and hoarse.
"Baby, be good."