But, I Don't Speak Chinese

“That’s a good Shizun,” he leaned over, patting the man’s head as he dropped a pouch onto his lap, “Now, put them in here.”  Truly the picture of misery, Qing Shuanghua collected the pieces of his disciple, placing them carefully in the pouch, one by one.  “What are you planning to do?” He asked, voice trembling as he handed the pouch back over.  Mo Wangyue smiled again, tying the pouch to his waist, “I’ll let you imagine. Think of the worst thing I could do, then make that thing ten times worse, that’ll probably be close to how bad it’ll be.”  “So don’t blame yourself, ok?”  _______________________________________________________ Being a loser nobody isn't easy, but neither is being a protagonist. Still, the pros of being transmigrated into the body of a golden boy do-gooder that everyone likes very much outweighs the cons of not knowing the plot you're supposed to be following.