I Married the Second Male Lead After Reincarnating - Chapter 141 - : We’re Still Like We Were Before

Bai Yixi accidentally slipped into a book and lived in heaven and earth as a child.

What? ! The sickly little boy who treated her as an enemy when she was little is the hero!

What? ! The boy she bullied and cried when she was a child is the male partner!

What? ! The girl who was deceived from candy when she was a child is the heroine!

Also, she turned out to be a cannon fodder female supporting role. For a moment, Bai Yixi was confused in the wind, and then Yixi ran away decisively.

Three years later, she returned to high school.

Wait, male protagonist, weren’t you from the Eleventh Middle School next door? ?

Wait, male supporting actor, aren’t you gentle with the heroine? ?

Wait, hostess, why are you so jealous of my gaze? ?

Male protagonist: “Is it difficult to love me?”

Male supporting actor: “Without you, what use would I have for this championship?”

A certain Yixi: “Where is my original male lead and supporting actor?!”

Yixi wanted to escape again, but was trapped by a certain boss. The boss’s eyes were dark red and there was a cold smile on his handsome face: “If you run away again, I will die in front of you.”

Bai Yixi shouted: This is not the male protagonist I know. The male protagonist in the novel does not have paranoid and morbid attributes!

Seeing the increasingly darkening male protagonist, Bai Yixi gave in decisively: “Come on, kiss me, don’t be angry!”

ps: 1. The male protagonist has a split personality.

2. It is an extraordinary world with supernatural and fantasy elements.

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--WSA 2025 ENTRY--Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text:[Task Failed Successfully!][Rating Generated: SSS-Rank]“The hell does that even mean?” he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange.Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back.The only girl he loved stood behind him.She betrayed him.The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt.“You...” he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life.But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death.However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges.“Not again... With this chance I will end you all” Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.