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

Short translator’s notice: I made a little bit of changes in Chapter 21. Anyhow, a part in Chapter 21 foreshadows a part in Chapter 23, which was the one that I overlooked, therefore had to go back and make a few changes. Very sorry, but it is also okay to not go back and read it, you’ll quickly realize it upon reading Chapter 23. Very sorry for the inconvenience and thank you. Happy reading!!

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A month ago, City A.

Zhou Jingjun, a well-known psychiatrist in City A, changed from her smart professional suit to the most comfortable beige cotton and linen clothes, and got inside the car of the He family that came to pick her up.

The driver didn’t speak all the way, she was used to it.

The whole He family looked lifeless.

Only the one in power in the He family, He Shumo, whom she was going to meet, seemed the most normal.

When he saw her in the study, he had a smile on his face and nodded slightly to her, like a polite gentleman.

In fact, he was the most abnormal.

Zhou Jingjun chatted with him for a while, not daring to show any negative emotions on her face, “Actually, the effect is still there, that is, your mood swings have been relatively large recently.”

He Shumo had serious psychological problems.

When meeting him for the first time three years ago, Zhou Jingjun didn’t notice it, he was the one who took the initiative to tell her.

She clearly remembered that it was at a celebrity wedding in City A.

She was invited to participate and saw the groom and the bride trembling all the way, looking at a person in gray from time to time.

The eyes of other people at the banquet also always shifted to him intentionally or unintentionally, and then quickly moved away.

The man sat in a wheelchair in a corner of the banquet hall.

Beside him stood an assistant, and behind him were two bodyguards. They were wearing almost identical black suits, standing straight, with their necks hanging at the same angle–condensed and oppressive.

It was out of tune with the festive wedding scene.

She only saw the side profile of the man, the skin was pale, there were no bumps on the side except for the tall and stern nose bridge, and his configuration was also excellent.

Keenly aware of her gaze paying attention to him, he turned his head, slightly raised his thin lips, and smiled.

Zhou Jingjun shook her head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She couldn’t explain the source of this discomfort, he was obviously very good-looking, and he looked familiar, as if he was some celebrity.

He stood up from his wheelchair and walked slowly to sit beside her.

Neither of them spoke, and only watched the wedding quietly for a while.

When the bride and groom exchanged rings, the bride’s fingers trembled, and she failed to put the ring on the groom several times.

“My younger sister is about to cry,” he said.

Only then did Zhou Jingjun know who this was, and she couldn’t sit still for a while.

“Look at them.” He asked her to look at them, and those trembling people were also glancing in their direction, then he said, “I’m probably sick, Doctor Zhou.”

In this way, Zhou Jingjun became He Shumo’s psychiatrist.

But there was really little she could do.

He Shumo was an unfathomable person with a closed heart. Even if he was willing to tell her about the past, she knew that he wouldn’t let go of his guard and open his heart to her.

Zhou Jingjun gave up after trying a few times, and she changed her strategy, “If you can’t open your heart to me, then express it in words, write down everything you have encountered, and stimulate every emotion. It helps you to come out and be where others can see you.”

At that time, she wasn’t sure if He Shumo would listen to her advice.

Fortunately, since he chose her, He Shumo still had a certain amount of trust in her.

Later, she found out that he had started writing novels.

She thought that it would be Weibo or something casually, but she didn’t expect him to write novels.

But novels were better, there would be enough space in the novel for him to express himself.

Zhou Jingjun read his novels carefully, tycoons, whatever they do, they do it best and his novels without any outline and preparation were also very popular, but she found a problem with a headache.

The “oneself” in his novels would always be written with a death ending by him.

Zhou Jingjun: “…….”

At least she could see that He Shumo was more or less prone to self abuse.

After carefully looking at the comment area, she found that the more people treat “him” well, the more they like “him”, the worse “he” would get, and the faster “he” would die.

Zhou Jingjun sighed in her heart, He Shumo was very resistant to being treated well by others, and it was also a manifestation of his distrust of others and his inability to open his heart.

Fortunately, this actually worked.

After three years, she could see the changes.

The “self” described by He Shumo was more and more similar to the real him, especially in the latest serialized novel “Entertainment First”, where the “Yin Moshu” and he had a high coincidence rate.

The appearance was written according to him, and the personality should also be written according to his past, the name was even his real name in reverse.

After reading it several times carefully, even the other characters in it have shadows of those around him, but they were all miserable in the novel.

This was a representation of what he wanted to show to the real world.

While Zhou Jingjun was happy, something went wrong again.

Mrs. He died.

He Shumo’s mother was actually just his adoptive mother.

This time she came here for this matter, and she was very afraid that this matter would affect He Shumo’s psychological treatment.

When she saw him, he was typing in his study.

When she entered, he looked up with a calm face, and smiled at her, “Doctor Zhou.”

Zhou Jingjun chatted with him for a while, and said, “The mood swings are relatively large, but it is not a big problem for you.”

He Shumo gave an “Hm” and continued to type.

In this regard, He Shumo did not hide anything from her, thus Zhou Jingjun could see his manuscript.

The three words “He Bujin” were very conspicuous as the author’s backstage.

Is He from He Shumo, the same as the He in the He family, and what is”Bujin”, does it mean “why is it not the end yet”, isn’t this a bit destructive and world-weary?

(t/n He-why; Bu–not; Jin-finish, end. That phrase above contained “He Bujin”, not necessarily only the translation of the name itself.)

“How is Yin Moshu in the new chapter?” Zhou Jingjun asked.

“You will know when you see the update.” He Shumo said.

He was smiling then, the same as when they first met, just as good-looking, just as making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Now she knew what kind of discomfort it was, and it was a retreat that made her no longer want to be a psychiatrist.

During dinner at night, Zhou Jingjun saw the latest chapter.

Yin Moshu died.

She felt suffocated.

At this time, the thunderstorm in the weather forecast came, and thunder exploded in the sky.

It was also at this time that He Shumo opened his Overlord Ticket Reward List, and saw the top reader whose ID was “Yin Moshu eternal god”, followed by the amount he tipped.

“Yin Moshu eternal god“ doubled, even the handling fee was good, then a great portion of the red envelopes were transferred to that reader.

Not surprisingly, he received a series of bad reviews from him.

His comment section was buzzing.

He Shumo’s eyes were deep, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, happily looking at the words of those who scolded and attacked him.

Until he saw the latest one.

[Yin Moshu eternal god]: He Bujin you dog, I wish you the same fate as Yin Moshu!

At that time, the sky was torn apart by a huge thunder, and the thunder shook the sky. Suddenly, the power was cut off in the study, and everything fell into darkness.

When He Shumo saw the light again, he had already become Yin Moshu.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

God seems to have heard the words of [Yin Moshu eternal god] and let him have the same fate as Yin Moshu.

Don’t you know that Yin Moshu’s experience was originally rewritten according to his own experience.

Their fate is basically the same.

That is to never be favored by fate.

When he wanted to get out of this fate, fate forced him to go through another side of suffering.

It’s just that, unexpectedly, there were variables in it.

As Yin Moshu, he watched with great interest the characters in his works come to life and live leisurely in the world under his work.

Interesting, but not unexpected.

Until he saw Gu Jinmian.

Zhou Jingjun once discovered his laziness. Writing novels was not his profession. He just listened to Zhou Jingjun’s advice and wrote about his life. Therefore, he did not make outlines or character designs. Several characters in the book were adapted from real life people he came in contact with.

Zhou Jingjun liked to ask these questions.

“Whose shadow is there on Bai Xinyu?”

“The successor I trained.”

“What about Gu Xijun?”

“A former opponent of mine.”

“Then, what about this Gu Jinmian?”

He couldn’t answer, but in his vague memory that was hidden, there was such a person who briefly appeared in his youthful days of merely wandering about.

Zhou Jingjun said seriously, “He is a special existence.”

“Is he the pervert?”

“…..Didn’t you realize that the only bit of tenderness in your writing was given to him. “

The first time he saw Gu Jinmian, he noticed something unusual.

This Gu Jinmian was different from the gloomy and perverted Gu Jinmian he wrote.

When he saw him, he smiled at him, a twisted and serious smile.

For the first time, he was attracted by a person’s smile.

He gave him resources, and his understanding of the movie was exactly the same as what he thought in his heart.

No matter how cold and intimidating he acted, he would still run to him regardless, trying to treat him well and protect him unreasonably.

Just like that little boy when he was young, no matter how indifferent, no matter how terrifying he was, he still came to him every day and followed him.

He remembered when he wrote the role of Gu Jinmian, who unconsciously appeared in his mind.

It seems to be that little boy named Gu Jinmian.

First grade students of junior high school, they stubbornly live in a world they don’t like. Fighting was commonplace. After each fight, on the old bench in the small park connecting the two schools, the little boy would find him, and thus their worlds intersected.

The little boy said that the big brother had a good smile.

The little boy said that he would not follow the wrong person.

“Kid, remember, if you follow the wrong person, you will be bullied then cry.”

Yet he still lost his way.

The world automatically filled in what he hadn’t written, and it seemed that what had filled in was a reflection of his deep self-awareness.

Rotten, selfish.

In this world, Gu Jinmian followed Ji Nan all the time, and was bullied into an autistic and depressed pervert.

This little pervert seemed to become different after seeing him.

And when the drunk Gu Jinmian said that he was the youngest co-pilot in the history of X-Airline, he understood why he became different.

There was no X-Airline in the world inside the book, X-Airline was an airline in reality, He family’s airline.

Gu Jinmian was a book transmigrator just like him.

He said he was a fictosexual, he said bluntly that he didn’t like Bai Xinyu, and he unconditionally treated Yin Moshu well.

He was his reader, like the reader whose ID was “Yin Moshu eternal god”, who liked Yin Moshu in the book.

He had mixed feelings about these readers.

They like Yin Moshu.

But he didn’t believe that they would really like the complete Yin Moshu.

To him, that was very resistant to liking.

However, the person who was in Gu Jinmian’s body had a pure, warm and gentle love for Yin Moshu.

That it couldn’t make people not want to hug.

He only wanted to be good to Yin Moshu, and protect Yin Moshu with his small body.

Yin Moshu is him, but not him.

The person in his arms didn’t answer him, and he fell asleep lying on his shoulders. The shallow breath fell on his neck, with a hint of alcohol that was not unpleasant.

Yin Moshu raised his head and looked forward.

On the outskirts of the small city, this remote path with no people in sight suddenly became very stable.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Shi Yi was waiting there.

There was only this decent hotel in this city, and it was booked out by the film crew. After Shi Yi came, Director Lin moved out of his suite in a hurry, and gave one of the best rooms to his senior sister, Shi Yi.

Yin Moshu carried Gu Jinmian out of the car, “Sorry, Aunt Shi, he’s drunk.”

“How dare he, who gets drunk as soon as he touches alcohol, drinks with you.” Seeing Gu Jinmian’s blushing face, Shi Yi smiled helplessly.

Yin Moshu looked down at Gu Jinmian, this book transmigrator was probably a drinker.

After all, he said he’d never lost in drinking.