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The Male Supporting Character Steadily Takes on a Deeply Affectionate Script

Ji Mian is bound by the system to play the role of a devoted male supporting character in various small worlds.

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World One: Ji Mian is to play the role of a devoted younger male lead who admires protagonist.


To get closer to the protagonist, Ji Mian decides to establish a good relationship with his future brother-in-law—the protagonist’s younger brother.


Ji Mian and his future brother-in-law refer to each other as "brother" and follow each other around closely.


No one knows that he actually has grand ambitions—he wants to become the brother-in-law of the brother.


Everyone believes that Ji Mian is fiercely loyal to the brother and would face any danger for him.


The brother also “values” him; he not only took in the homeless Ji Mian but also provides him with food and shelter every month, and often shows him warm care as an employee. His only flaw is that he occasionally ruffles Ji Mian’s hair.


Then one day, the brother learns about Ji Mian's “grand ambitions.”

With a smile at the corner of his lips and a cold look in his eyes, the older brother asks: “I heard you want to be my sister's husband?”


Ji Mian: …I wouldn’t dare.



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World Three: Ji Mian is a playboy who has a crush on the main character.


He persistently pursues the main character, expressing his feelings at both appropriate and inappropriate times.


Eventually, after completing a hundred pursuit tasks, Ji Mian happily takes a break.

To mourn his lost love, he pretends to buy two small bottles of alcohol and drowns his sorrows in drink, while his straight male roommate kindly stays by his side.


After several rounds of drinking, as his mind becomes hazy, Ji Mian feels someone gripping his hand, and he hears his roommate's trembling voice next to him—


“Where am I lacking compared to him?”



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World Four: Ji Mian is the obsessive brother who loves his stepbrother.


He diligently portrays the image of a perverted older brother who loves his younger brother deeply, facing disdain from others and cold treatment from his stepbrother. In the end, he is cleverly set up and seduced by his stepbrother, ultimately being sent to jail, shedding tears behind bars.


Ji Mian finally reaches a critical point in the story, nervously spending the night with his stepbrother, waiting for the police to come and arrest him.


The next morning, Ji Mian looks at the boy snuggling against his neck and ponders in confusion: Where are my tears behind bars?



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World Five: Ji Mian is the arrogant second-generation wealthy young master.


The young master, a mere pawn has long had a crush on his idealized white moonlight. Unfortunately, this white moonlight goes abroad for medical treatment. To ease his longing, the young master threatens a good family boy to become a human figurine of his white moonlight, commonly known as a stand-in.


When the white moonlight protagonist returns to the country, the troublesome young master faces backlash from the protagonists who despise him, and years later, he is on the brink of bankruptcy.


The once pitiful stand-in turns the tables and becomes a well-known business tycoon.


The two meet again on a narrow path, and Ji Mian, frustrated, says: “Seeing me not doing well makes you feel proud, doesn’t it?”


The stand-in, who once despised him, silently hands him a watch that Ji Mian sold.


“Who cares about your charity!”


The stand-in lowers his eyes and replies, “...It’s not charity.”

The one begging for charity has always been me.



Table of Contents

  1. Chapter 1: TMS
  2. Chapter 2: TMS
  3. Chapter 3: TMS
  4. Chapter 4: TMS
  5. Chapter 5: TMS
  6. Chapter 6: TMS
  7. Chapter 7: TMS
  8. Chapter 8: TMS
  9. Chapter 9: TMS
  10. Chapter 10: TMS
  11. Chapter 11: TMS
  12. Chapter 12: TMS
  13. Chapter 13: TMS
  14. Chapter 14: TMS
  15. Chapter 15: TMS
  16. Chapter 16: TMS
  17. Chapter 17: TMS
  18. Chapter 18: TMS
  19. Chapter 19: TMS
  20. Chapter 20: TMS
  21. Chapter 21: TMS
  22. Chapter 22: TMS
  23. Chapter 23: TMS
  24. Chapter 24: TMS
  25. Chapter 25: TMS
  26. Chapter 26: TMS
  27. Chapter 27: TMS
  28. Chapter 28: TMS
  29. Chapter 29: TMS
  30. Chapter 30: TMS
  31. Chapter 31: TMS
  32. Chapter 32: TMS
  33. Chapter 33: TMS
  34. Chapter 34: TMS
  35. Chapter 35: TMS
  36. Chapter 36: TMS
  37. Chapter 37: TMS
  38. Chapter 38: TMS
  39. Chapter 39: TMS
  40. Chapter 40: TMS
  41. Chapter 41: TMS
  42. Chapter 42: TMS
  43. Chapter 43: TMS
  44. Chapter 44: TMS
  45. Chapter 45: TMS
  46. Chapter 46: TMS
  47. Chapter 47: TMS
  48. Chapter 48: TMS
  49. Chapter 49: TMS
  50. Chapter 50: TMS
  51. Chapter 51: TMS
  52. Chapter 52: TMS
  53. Chapter 53: TMS
  54. Chapter 54: TMS
  55. Chapter 55: TMS
  56. Chapter 56: TMS
  57. Chapter 57: TMS
  58. Chapter 58: TMS
  59. Chapter 59: TMS
  60. Chapter 60: TMS
  61. Chapter 61: TMS
  62. Chapter 62: TMS
  63. Chapter 63: TMS
  64. Chapter 64: TMS
  65. Chapter 65: TMS
  66. Chapter 66: TMS
  67. Chapter 67: TMS
  68. Chapter 68: TMS
  69. Chapter 69: TMS
  70. Chapter 70: TMS
  71. Chapter 71: TMS
  72. Chapter 72: TMS
  73. Chapter 73: TMS
  74. Chapter 74: TMS
  75. Chapter 75: TMS
  76. Chapter 76: TMS
  77. Chapter 77: TMS
  78. Chapter 78: TMS
  79. Chapter 79: TMS
  80. Chapter 80: TMS
  81. Chapter 81: TMS
  82. Chapter 82: TMS
  83. Chapter 83: TMS
  84. Chapter 84: TMS
  85. Chapter 85: TMS
  86. Chapter 86: End of Third Arc

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