After gender swapping, my best friend and I hardcore BL (Boys' Love) became top influencers.

Fan fiction.

Simply put, these are new stories created by fans based on characters from existing works or real-life people, according to their corresponding worldviews and settings. They are not official productions, but rather secondary creations done by fans "out of love."

Of course, this term was completely unfamiliar territory for Ling Tinglan.

Before he became the male version of himself, Ling Tinglan was just an ordinary little girl who loved looking at handsome guys and scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

She's just a womanizer. She's never been into shipping couples, and she doesn't even watch many movies or TV series, let alone read novels or anything like that—too many words would make her dizzy.

It was only after Ling Tinglan started promoting a CP with Jiao Jiao that he began to cram in some basic knowledge about BL (Boys' Love) marketing. At most, he had only read a few BL novels based on Jiao Wangshu's recommendations.

But as everyone knows, these novels are naturally divided into two categories: those that can be made public and those that cannot.

It's obvious that Jiao Wangshu wouldn't show Ling Tinglan the part that was truly shady.

Not to mention those writers who don't know their own strength and get carried away with their fanfiction once they start writing, they become so engrossed in it that they forget themselves.

In short, Jiao Wangshu felt that it was not appropriate to show Ling Tinglan something with such colors yet.

But curiosity killed the cat.

Once a question arises in her mind, Ling Tinglan is determined to find the answer.

He randomly clicked on a chat window where someone had just been cursing him; the profile picture looked like that of a CP (couple) fan.

Ling Tinglan poked the other person:

Hello, what exactly are these fanfictions you're talking about? Where can I find them?

Lingjiao, who had just typed a long string of asterisked text, was preparing to give that jerk a good dressing down:

【? 】

The speechless Lingjiao sister is named Xiaosheng. She hasn't actually been a fan of the Lingjiao couple for very long.

However, she had shipped too many couples before, and she was good at both fighting and producing, so when she entered the scene, she looked like a super regular army, and she quickly gained a foothold among fans.

When Xiao Sheng saw the question the other party typed, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, she's still checking her own background here. Judging from the look on that guy's face, could he actually be a CP fan?

Perhaps seeing that Xiao Sheng hadn't replied for a while, the other party quickly sent another message:

I'm not a fan of the pairing; I just like Jiao Wangshu and Ling Tinglan. I'm asking because I'm a little curious about this.

Okay! As long as they're not a CP (couple) fan!

Xiao Sheng immediately took a screenshot and recorded the screen to prevent the other party from retracting the message.

After obtaining the most crucial and irrefutable evidence, Xiao Sheng didn't want to deal with this bastard anymore. However, being kind-hearted, she still sent him a link.

Ling Tinglan clicked on the link out of curiosity.

(Note: Please don't be like this idiot! Don't click on unfamiliar links on the internet! Fujoshi (female fans of BL) are like this; they'll click on any link when searching for fanfiction =_= They'll only learn to behave after being exposed. It's really dangerous, so don't click on random links!)

The webpage kept spinning, and after it finished loading, it turned out to be a encrypted compressed file. A dialog box popped up asking him to enter the password.

How could he possibly know what the password was?

Ling Tinglan tilted her head and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and tentatively combined her own birthday with Jiaojiao's birthday to generate an eight-digit number, which she then entered.

It's open?!

Immediately afterwards, a dense string of documents with titles he couldn't understand popped up.

Ling Tinglan randomly clicked on one:

[…Ling Tinglan hummed and whimpered, her fluffy head nuzzling against Jiao Wangshu's chest.]

He grinned, his sharp teeth playfully tearing at a small patch of exposed, fair skin.

"hiss…"

The subtle pain hidden within the pleasure made Jiao Wangshu groan in discomfort, and his thoughts, which had long since drifted away, were brought back to his senses for a fleeting moment.

Jiao Wangshu looked at Ling Tinglan's squinting eyes, her vision blurred with tears, and felt inexplicably wronged.

"No... I don't want it anymore..."

His broken voice pleaded pitifully for mercy.

But Ling Tinglan is a really bad person.

He clearly noticed that Jiao Wangshu's body was trembling uncontrollably, and it wouldn't stop.

Ling Tinglan would only eat while looking pitifully with her head down—

From this completely overhead angle, there's not a trace of guilt in him. I bet only Jiao Wangshu in the whole world would think this isn't condoning it...

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Ling Tinglan's face turned bright red instantly, and no one told him that this was the type of fanfiction they were talking about!

The sheer scale of the content made his scalp tingle. Reading erotic articles about himself and his best friend was still too much for him at the moment!

Ling Tinglan no longer had the courage to watch any longer; he was so frightened that he threw his phone and himself away.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiao Wangshu, who had just returned from outside, looked at Ling Tinglan, who was sitting blankly on the edge of the bed.

His face turned bright red, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes darted around, barely focused.

Thinking he was sick, Jiao Wangshu was extremely worried. She didn't even put down what she was holding before quickly squatting down in front of him.

Jiao Wangshu reached out and touched his face; it was so hot!

"Why is it so hot? Ah Ling, don't scare me! I'll take you to the doctor right away!"

As she spoke, Jiao Wangshu stood up, reached out from under his arms, and tried to pick him up.

Ling Tinglan finally came to his senses. Looking at the face so close to his, feeling the warm embrace, those mysterious words automatically surfaced in his mind again—

He said he didn't want it anymore...

"puff!"

Steam was rising from Ling Tinglan's head, forehead, eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and her face turned even redder!

Whose hot water is this?

"Ah Ling! Cheer up! Please don't die!!!"