The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows the Male Protagonist

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Zhou Min waited for another week for the recruitment announcement after reaching the town. Without a second thought, she enrolled in the army. Her successful enrolment was only due to her outstanding appearance – her martial arts were only basic. 484's shameless had rubbed on her quite a bit which gave her the guts to boost her profile and misled the recruiters to accept her.

Once in, another problem popped up – how could a lowly soldier get to meet the marshal? She was pressed by time and it stresses her to death. First of all, she has yet collected enough "energy" from the male lead. Second, she had no idea what kind of danger lurked in the dark.

Without a solution, she continued to scout the place for any opportunity for a few more days until she finally learns that Lan Ziyu would go to the hot spring in the woods behind the camp every night. With that knowledge, she sneaked out incognito. There are no thoughts of using her identity as a princess to avoid troubles – she forged her gender when she enrolled in the army. It would be hard to explain if the scandal blew up.

She walked cautiously through the small trail of beaten earth, surrounded by dense vegetation overshadowing her. The oppressive darkness gave her an uneasy feeling as if all her secrets were laid bare for the abyss to peer into. She sped up, nervous and anxious.

However, finally, the road quickly opened wider to reveal the entrance of the hot spring. The spring itself was on the side of the mountain, surrounded by bamboo grooves, giving a more cordial atmosphere than the woods. From where she stood, she could see the vapor of the hot spring spiraling into the night sky. The sight with the mountain in the background was ethereal. Fortunately, she saw no guards around the spring and only a lone figure was dipping inside it. His naked body seemed to shine in the moonlight, becoming the focus of the landscape. He was leaning on the rugged mountain rocks with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. He was sharp and stern, but at this moment, his indolent appearance gave him a touch of elegance. That man was none other than Lan Ziyu.

As Zhou Min approached the hot spring, the vapor was dense to the point it felt like a fog, robbing his figure from her sight.

The sudden loss of her target sent her into a panic. She sprang and crouched near the place Lan Ziyu was supposed to be. He was obviously here a moment ago! Where did he go? Flustered, she jumped into the hot spring and ran to the place where his figure disappeared. The pool wasn't deep, at most it reached her chest.

She looked around in search of his figure, but nothing. She was alone. Frustrated, she hit the water surface. "Lan Ziyu, damn bastard!"

Ever since she became Lan Min, there was no moment where she could feel happy or at ease. Every single moment was a race against a timer. She felt trick and played with. It was better if she was dead. Besides, the male lead was a man of few words. It was always her who took the initiative to find him. He obviously promised not to leave her behind. Damn liar! He ran off the next day! He even left to the borders without saying a word, forcing her to chase after him. What's more, she had to break her head and finds a way to reach him inside the barracks.

She had to live through every day with the fear of being discovered and causing more problems to the male lead. Finally, just when she saw him, he disappeared!

She slumped down on the huge boulder and vented her frustration while letting out light sobs. A meter away from her, the man who she thought had left was standing there in his black clothes. His gaze was cold. He frowned looking at the soldier crying in the hot spring. From the uniform, that soldier was one from his troops, but he had already ordered that no one is allowed to go here at the hour of the ox.

From that soldier's actions, "he" came here deliberately to find him. When he heard the "man" cursed at him, Lan Ziyu became certain it wasn't one of his men, but that person's back and voice were a bit familiar which stopped him from leaving.