What's the Point of Living, when the best is Sleeping? [BL]

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Father Ye shook his head in disbelief as he watched his son being dragged into his office. The young man didn't stir or wake up while being carried like a sack of rice, slung carelessly over his bodyguard's shoulder. He remained motionless, sleeping soundly with his earphones in, as though they were keeping him tethered to life—reminding him how to breathe.

Ye Ming was deep in his dreamland, surrounded by mountains of fluffy white pillows that resembled giant marshmallows.

He had long forgotten the voice in his earphones repeating, "Breathe in, breathe out," having already slipped into a deep slumber, dreaming of nothing but more sleep.Mother Ye dramatically dabbed at imaginary tears as she watched her son now resting on the oversized sofa in the corner of the office.

From the very first day of his life, all Ye Ming had done was sleep. They had consulted countless doctors, traveled overseas, and sought every specialist they could, but no one could figure out what was wrong with their son.

The third young master of the Ye family remained a mystery. The doctors labeled him with clinomania, an overwhelming urge to stay in bed, paired with a lethargy so severe that it resulted in apnea. Hence, the earphones—to remind him not to forget to breathe.

Even simple tasks like eating, drinking, and bathing were exhausting for Ye Ming, and his family often had to go to great lengths, as if the world was ending, just to get him to do these basic things.

"Ye Ming, we know you're smart. For the sake of your future, please attend school," Father Ye pleaded, looking heavenward as if beseeching the gods, all while his son remained oblivious, asleep in his own dreamworld.

Despite his addiction to sleep, Ye Ming was famous at school—not for anything academic, but for always being in the Top 3 while doing nothing but sleep. It might sound exaggerated, but Ye Ming found everything boring, even if not exactly tiring.

To him, life was a tedious cycle. Why bother learning when, in the end, it would just lead to working and kneeling at someone else's feet? As far as Ye Ming was concerned, the only things needed in life were hard work and a sharp tongue.

Lately, because of that boredom, he hadn't attended school for three weeks, missing the first day of his final year in high school.

Lying on the sofa, Ye Ming half-opened his eyes and saw his father consoling his overly dramatic mother.

"So boring," he muttered in a hoarse, nearly soundless voice, a strange blend of gentleness and exhaustion.

The four awake people in the room stood with their mouths agape. It was as if Ye Ming had just declared that life was so boring it wasn't worth living.

But that wasn't exactly what he meant. He didn't have any specific thoughts about what to do next, either.

Ye Jia, his older sister, rushed over to him and shook him vigorously.

They all remembered the day he had solemnly declared, while sitting in a rocking chair with an expressionless face, "Life is boring. What's the point if you have to take responsibility for everything? Just lie down and start sleeping." After that, he had even forgotten how to breathe.

To Ye Ming, life truly did seem that senseless. From the moment you were born, you were already burdened with debts to pay. He couldn't wrap his head around how living in a modern society could be so overwhelming.

Ye Chuang, another older brother, massaged the bridge of his nose, feeling the weariness hit him like a tidal wave. His family wasn't ordinary, and neither was he. Frankly, this family was anything but normal.

Ye Ming finally opened his eyes, reacting to his sister's relentless shaking. His clear, ocean-like gaze mirrored the sky without a single ripple.

Then, as if even thinking was too exhausting, he remembered: he had been reborn into a novel. A world filled with impossible wealth, absurdly handsome male leads, and a plot destined to go horribly wrong.

Even though Ye Ming embraced his laziness, he certainly didn't want to die young. But this family, combined with the heroine of the novel Lady Primrose, would surely be his undoing.He was thankful, at least, to be born into one of the wealthiest families, with a character that had no real narrative role in the novel. But that didn't guarantee a peaceful school life, especially with the male leads transferring to his school.

Ye Ming wasn't always this lazy. In his past life, things were very different. His mother had been a mysophobic perfectionist, and he had inherited that trait. She came from a prestigious family, and his father, a well-known professor, was a kind man who loved sharing knowledge. But the couple had nothing in common, and their daily arguments wore him down.

After a tragic accident, they left behind a fortune for 12-year-old Ye Ming. He had been raised to strive for perfection, a mental conditioning courtesy of his mother's illness.

In that life, Ye Ming had never known the softness of a bed, drowning instead in books and studies. He chased perfection relentlessly, and perhaps that's why, in this life, all he wanted was to embrace laziness and indulge in the bliss of sleep.

He had no need to worry about money anymore.

In his past life, he had no goals. Relatives had embezzled his fortune while he donated large sums to orphanages, schools, and universities. He indulged in luxury, determined to die young and broke, because what use was money in the afterlife?

His obsession with sleep had ultimately contributed to his weak body, which led to his untimely death.

Now, in this new life, Ye Ming's tastes remained peculiar. He often read toxic novels as a way to spice up his reading list. Lady Primrose was just a random recommendation. He hadn't realized how toxic it truly was until it was too late.

The novel contained manipulation, obsession, possessiveness, and worse. Bai Yuer, the heroine, had been strong, but even she couldn't withstand the torment from the three male leads who took an interest in her. In the end, she had taken her own life.

The story would truly begin once the last male lead transferred to Ye Ming's school, sometime in the second quarter. That was when the plot would unfold naturally, right?

But all Ye Ming wanted was to avoid them. To live quietly, sleep peacefully, and—if possible—find a way to stop his sister's nagging and his mother's incessant sobbing.