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Sweet! The Villain Is So Flirtatious? Specifically Pinching The Male Lead’S Slim Waist by 全麥面包

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Helping Him Become the MVP of the Nine Sons Struggle for the Throne

"Hisss—" The agent suddenly drew out his syllables. "You seem different somehow, kid."

This unrestrained tone...

It was a stark contrast to his previous submissive and compliant demeanor.

Could it be that he's been driven mad by President Lu?

A last burst of energy before the end?

The entertainment industry is too chaotic to think too much about it.

Agent Li Lu only knew that Jian Li needed money, and all he could do was provide opportunities as best he could.

After all, this was a talent he had personally discovered.

If he were truly ruined, it would be a waste of that face that appeals to everyone!

"Don't get too excited yet. Before filming starts, all participants must pass a physical fitness test. You need to train hard, or you'll be eliminated," Li Lu said worriedly.

But Jian Li's voice was nonchalant. "Don't worry, this variety show won't eliminate me."

After all, Lu Siqi had already made meticulous preparations, determined to blacken the original body in this show, making it easier to control him at will.

Even if he didn't want to participate, he would be forced into it...

After hanging up the phone and returning to the apartment, Jian Li took off his clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

He planned to take a shower and perk up.

Passing by the mirror above the sink, he instinctively stopped and turned around.

That face identical to his own reflected back at him.

Amber eyes, veiled with a layer of misty moisture, a straight nose, full and tempting lips, sharp yet slightly soft features, slightly upturned eyes that seemed to smile but not quite, all bathed in the dim light, making his features appear even more exquisite and beautiful...

Beautiful almost beyond being a man.

This was the exact words of Jian Li's teammate.

He remembered flipping out on the spot when he heard this, turning around and punching his teammate. "Who the hell are you calling not a man?!"

Mercenaries often fought, so no one thought much of it.

But Jian Li took it to heart and became a workaholic from then on.

Not only did he top all KPI evaluations, earning the title of the most feared mercenary of the year, but there was even a movie based on him, shooting the first gun battle film about peacekeeping forces, aiming to create China's own superhero...

In his past life, he proved himself to be a tough guy with abs and shark lines through his actions.

But what was the result?

All the hard training turned to nothing after crossing over.

Feeling frustrated, Jian Li poked his thin waist, muttering, "With this physique, who else but you would be dominated?!"

After saying this, he suddenly raised his arm and swung a punch at the mirror.

Professional fighting moves.

Though lacking in strength, the technique was still there.

Satisfied, Jian Li nodded and stepped back. "Alright, I'll recover gradually."

The hellish training mode was deeply ingrained in his mind. Even if he encountered someone whose arms shook like butterfly wings during push-ups, Jian Li was confident he could turn them into the MVP of the Nine Sons Struggle for the Throne in a short time.

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After a quick shower, Jian Li picked up his phone, intending to order some kidney supplements, but just as he settled into the sofa, the iron door of the apartment was pounded loudly.

"Jian Li, come out here."

"Don't pretend to be dead; I know you're inside!"

"I told you to listen to President Lu, but you had to cause trouble. Now he's suing you for intentional harm and demanding a million in compensation!"

"You haven't paid off your old debts, and now you've added new ones. Jian Li, you worthless piece of trash, do you want to die?!"

The nagging voice made Jian Li roll his eyes.

He almost forgot that, as the protagonist of a tragic novel, besides being tormented by the male lead, he also had a bunch of terrible relatives and scum popping up at any moment.

And the man outside the door, spouting nonsense, was none other than the original body's father, a compulsive gambler with many debts, who had sent his son to bed with Lu Siqi to pay off those debts...

Without waiting for more abuse, Jian Li yanked open the door and kicked him in the stomach without a word.

Lacking strength, he made up for it with technique.

"You—"

Jian Jingfeng couldn't catch his breath and stumbled backward several steps.

He felt as if the kick had hit his heart, causing excruciating pain.

After a while, he finally looked up and glared at Jian Li viciously. "You dare kick your father? Are you tired of living?"

As he spoke, Jian Jingfeng gritted his teeth and rushed forward, raising his hand to strike.

The domestic violence moves were so skillful, as if practiced for years, seemingly flawless.

But before he could get close, Jian Li grabbed his wrist three inches from the target, and an instant wave of weakness spread throughout his body.

"Ouch—"

"Let go!"

Jian Jingfeng's face twisted in pain, his mind reeling with confusion. He couldn't understand how his son, who used to wet himself at the sound of his shouts, had suddenly become so ferocious.

"How? Can't figure it out?" Jian Li slapped his free hand against Jian Jingfeng's face. "A weak coward finally fighting back?"

He revealed his pearly whites with a nonchalant smile. "Apologies, I am now Jian Li, the Niuhulu."

"If you don't want to end up in a box early, behave yourself!"

After delivering the threat, he pushed hard.

The original father fell on his butt, looking menacing but not daring to approach again. "You, you wait and see!"

With that, Jian Jingfeng scrambled away.

Having settled matters with his despicable father, Jian Li shut the door and started devising his plan for the transformation of his delicate dog.

Time flew by.

After twenty days of intensive training, the audition day finally arrived.

He stepped on the gas pedal of his second-hand domestic car, drove into the underground parking lot of the reality show preparation hotel, and took the elevator straight to the physical fitness testing hall.

The moment he entered the venue, strange looks came from all around, including the live-streaming cameras.

The chat exploded:

"Laughing, is Jian Li really daring to participate in this real-life survival game show?"

"Look at that frail physique; I could throw him over my shoulder!"

"Does sponsor Lu Siqi know? Will he allow him to appear in public? Won't he break his legs?"

"Heard he's been played out, his body is too weak. He'll definitely be eliminated in the physical test!"

Jian Li walked to the preparation area, collected his number, and sat down on the waiting chair.

When he looked up again, he noticed a commotion at the entrance, as if an important figure was about to appear.

The live-stream viewers recognized who it was and became instantly excited.

"Is Emperor Hu here? Wasn't he filming overseas? How does he have time for the test?"

"As expected of CCTV, they always deliver. With Emperor Hu participating, the show's ratings are guaranteed!"

"Is this Emperor Hu's first reality show appearance? What a buzz!"