When I transmigrated into the green-hatted tragic side character of a "runaway CEO" romance novel, Furious, I declared: "No more cuckoldry! No more tragic side roles! Today I'll end you!" I pulled out my belt with a snap, ready to perish alongside my arch-rival male lead. Arch-rival: Tear-stained, dark hair fanned across the bed, biting red lips—utterly yielding. Me: "?" * When I transmigrated into the roommate side character of an old-school online gaming novel, tasked with助攻 the main couple's love story, I pulled out my guidebook: "Drop the savior complex! On the self-cultivation of henchmen! Becoming the团宠 in my rival's dorm!" Phase 1: My rival roommate loathed me—"One day I’ll kill you!" Phase 2: My rival roommate held my hand—"Help me wipe my back, I can’t reach." Phase 3: My rival roommate blushed shyly—"Hubby, snuggle~" Me: "???"