Becoming a Cannon Fodder, I Got Famous by Writing Harem Drama - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

What Arya said seemed habitual.

In this Beastfolk setting, she was an S-rank rabbit-type girl, with pure and noble blood.

Her usual image was that of a sweet-voiced, pretty broadcast host beast.

And I was merely the foster daughter her parents had adopted.

After our parents passed away, I somehow ended up sharing this apartment with her.

Compared to the dazzling Arya, I was like a blade of grass next to a glorious flower.

Even my race was some cat-type the author had casually thought up.

Probably just a stray calico cat.

On top of all that, I was born a cannon-fodder stutterer, unable to utter a complete sentence, so I usually became the female lead’s on-call, made-to-order little maid.

“I’m talking to you-did you hear me?” Arya urged again when she saw I wasn’t responding. “I want the living room back the way it was by tomorrow morning!”

Pampered and flattered by her many suitors, Arya had long grown accustomed to giving orders.

But.

I was neither one of her suitors nor her mother.

My lifelong motto had only three lines: none of my damn business, none of your damn business, none of his damn business.

I rolled over and went back to sleep, pretending not to hear.

Arya froze for a full minute before she realized what had happened.

It was the first time anyone had refused her, and she flew into a rage, trying to pull me out of bed.

“Are you ignoring me? Are you deliberately ignoring me?!”

I turned my head and met her eyes.

In an instant, my pupils contracted into vertical slits.

That’s the alert, attack-ready state for us cat-types.

I spoke in a low voice, word by word: “Get lost, Arya.”

“I want to sleep.”

For a moment she just stood there, stunned. Then she finally erupted in fury: “Ji Fu! What did you say? How dare you curse me?”

Bullshit, I’d even dare to hit you.

I flipped onto my stomach, arched my back into an attack stance, and my sharp claws glinted coldly as I said through gritted teeth,

“You want to fight?”

Arya turned pale. She took a deep breath, slammed the door, and left-“You’ll regret this!”

Sure.

I closed my eyes and yawned.

Then burrowed back under the warm covers.

No need for your warning.

I’ve long finished reading the plot.

I had planned to just wait for death, but it suddenly seemed like this plot might actually be pretty fun.

Might as well give it a try.

Half-asleep, half-awake, I seemed to hear someone ask, “If I could grant you three wishes, what would you want most?”

“You only get one chance!”

Having to absorb a huge amount of memories and plotlines that day had already overloaded my brain’s CPU.

Sleepiness swept over me. I mumbled a few words, then sank into a deep, deep sleep.