Lin Yiqiu’s head throbbed as if pierced by needles. “Ugh… How many bottles did I drink yesterday?” he muttered, memory hazy from the blackout.

He wobbled upright—only to face a completely unfamiliar ceiling. Not a hospital. A stranger’s home.

“Those sneaky bastards…” He cursed his fair-weather friends under his breath, sure this was just a cheap prank.

As a devoted practitioner of “lying flat,” Lin Yiqiu had inherited his parents’ estate and landed a stable, low-effort job. His only hobby? Writing online novels.

No financial pressure meant pure passion projects. So what if the last one was unfinished? Did that stop him from starting a new one?

His decent penmanship always lured waves of naive readers—eagerly jumping in, then growing numb as updates slowed: daily ten-thousand-word bursts → daily → weekly… → silence.

His motto? Abandon his own novels and leave readers with nothing to rage about. His latest—a showbiz novel—was trending hard. But lately… a new AAA game dropped. Royalties piled high enough for a full purchase.

This time, he’d spare a shred of integrity. Give it an ending: protagonist dies in a plane crash. *Perfect.* Completion achieved. Smiling at his sole “Completed” tag, he headed out for drinks.

Wait… Kidnapped by a furious reader? He spotted a smartphone on the nightstand—not his, yet it unlocked with his face.

“Actually connected…” A flicker of excitement. He tapped the QQ icon. The splash screen was half-grayed, showing a strikingly handsome, eerily familiar East Asian face.

“Renowned poet, novelist, musician, dancer, philanthropist, entrepreneur, filmmaker, global superstar Li Yu passes away in plane crash at 35…”

Lin Yiqiu froze. *Li Yu?* His freshly abandoned novel’s unlucky MC! *He* and the illustrator designed that face.

“This prank’s way too…” His gaze dropped to his arm—pale, slender. The phone looked comically large.

“No way… Drunk. Hallucination. Just hallucination.” He slapped his cheeks, buried his face in the pillow. *Even the pillow feels wrong…*

He dozed off. Woke up. Headache gone—but still in the strange room.

“No way…” He frantically checked news sites. Every homepage blared Li Yu’s death. Millions of handwritten condolences.

Could readers fabricate *this* overnight? He pinched his arm.

Sharp pain.

“So… I transmigrated into my own abandoned novel?!” Heart pounding, he scrambled for a mirror.

Bathroom. Reflection: delicate features, slightly tapered jaw, large eyes with a subtle upturn, petite nose, porcelain skin. Barely 160 cm. His original self was nearly 190! He flexed—faint “chicken” muscle visible. Pale, but maybe… strong? No Adam’s apple.

If this were a girl, he’d believe it. On a guy? Undeniably a pretty boy—bishonen-tier.

He took a shaky breath. Gripped his waistband. Eyes shut. Steeling himself like facing execution, he yanked down. Peeked. Exhaled long and slow.

“Phew. Downgraded version… but fully functional.” Relief flooded him. Becoming a girl? Total chaos.

Priority one: figure this out.

He found over a dozen thick diaries in the room. Flipped from latest to earliest.

Hours later, he sat on the bed, breath softening.

This *was* his novel’s world. His name here: Feng Yiqiu. Surname changed; given name identical. And crucially—he was still biologically male.

But… Feng Yiqiu never appeared in his story. Only two Fengs existed: Feng Mingdong (mid-story programmer, widowed, debt-ridden, revived by Li Yu’s song “Start Over,” built a tech empire with Li’s “prophetic” advice) and Feng Yijiu (his daughter, placing flowers at Li Yu’s grave five years post-death—a cameo to show Li’s legacy).

That “(fox) good (friend) brother (dog) buddy” had suggested Feng Yijiu—and gifted the illustration. Since he drew doujin, the art got rejected multiple times for “insufficient coverage,” needing added fabric before upload.

…Wait. Was his cheap dad *Feng Mingdong*? Feng Yiqiu scratched his head. Didn’t matter now.

A fire ignited in his chest. Li Yu’s era was over.

Now—*he* would raise culture’s banner. Rescue the realm. Prop up the collapsing edifice.

I, Feng Yiqiu, am the chosen one of this world!