MDZS Short Stories

Rotten [1]

Transmigration, system: Fudanshi
Lan Wangji X Wei Wuxian
Jiang Cheng X Wei Wuxian
Lan Xichen X Jiang Cheng
Lan Sizhui X Lan Jingyi
Lan Sizhui X Jin Ling
Lan Jingyi X Jin Ling
Nie Mingjue X Lan Xichen
Nie Mingjue X Jin Guangyao
Lan Xichen X Jin Guangyao
Jin Guangyao X Mo Xuanyu
...and basically any ship that doesn't involve Nie Huaisang

To die was of no concern to him. Heaven, hell, what is that? Can you eat it? What was really of concern was being put into this body in a fantasy world that would be heaven for every bent person out there.

A cold beauty right there, a shameless pursuer right here, an arrogant tsundere young master over there, an always-smiling beauty over here...

But it was an utter wreck to any *fujoshi/fudanshi anywhere because nobody was bent! Not yet anyways...

Kaneshiro Touma closed his eyes and breathed his last, only to awake into the ancient world of China and be greeted by a robotic sounding voice.

Or in which Nie Huaisang is a transmigrated modern-day fudanshi thrown into the world of Mo Dao Zu Shi along with an equally fujoshi system whose sole purpose was to match make two men together. In other words, things that shouldn't have happened happened and the cultivation world is not ready to accept this new generation full of cut-sleeves. Oh, and the Nie-s may or may not be rotten to the core.

*fujoshi/fudanshi is rotten women/men. Basically us.
-Side note, most of the ships up there are just mentions. And language barriers have all been broken.

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'Sticky.' Is the first thought that came to mind. His body was covered in sweat and long hair was sticking to his neck, a thick layer of clothes and just cloth in general was wrapped around him. Touma felt like an uncut sushi roll. There was a damp towel on his forehead.

This...a fever? But he had been in a fire, burns littering basically every part of the body and it was all a fever?

"Incorrect, host!" A robotic voice, it sounded like a girl. "Congratulations! You have transmigrated and been stuck with me, a system made for any transmigrated and/or reincarnated rotten people!"

Touma stopped at that. Rotten people...? Where has he heard that? Also, he's dead and transmigrated?

Wait.

Wasn't that the Chinese version of fujoshi/fudanshi?

"...what."

System stopped at that, suddenly radiating a sheepish aura. "Right, I'll explain."

"You have died. However, you were lucky enough to be bound to me and transmigrated to another world."

"I am the Rotten Matchmaking System; 9669 and this world is a xianxia world."

Touma felt his heart stop for a second. Ah, dead, he'll focus on that later. According to the system's name—and countless, countless transmigration and system stories—he would have to matchmake two men together. Xianxia? He'll just have to dig deeper into his brain to find a whole storage of stories—mostly danmei, nearly nothing else—devoted to that.