Zhu Yaya had transmigrated into a book. The moment she stepped out of the college entrance exam hall, she was killed by a falling flowerpot. In her final moment, she was still thinking about how she would celebrate after the exams. But, in the blink of an eye, she found herself sitting at a desk with a conspicuous high school freshman math textbook on it.
Zhu Yaya: "???"
Wasn't she dead?
After ten minutes of relief, eight minutes of confusion, seven minutes of fear, six minutes of frustration, and five minutes of wild thoughts, she accepted her fate. Anyway, she had no car, no house, divorced parents—nothing worth scheming for.
She felt around but didn't notice anything unusual, just that her hair was a bit greasy. Then she surveyed her surroundings and found it was an ordinary girl's room, not very spacious, decorated in a style she liked—a little cute but not overly flashy. There was even an anime poster of Sesshōmaru on the wall.
Zhu Yaya: Oh no, oh no. The owner of this room is my rival. Another little minx trying to steal my husband. Ծ‸Ծ
Zhu Yaya picked up the small square mirror on the desk. The face reflected was still that cute one, with wispy bangs covering her forehead. When she smiled, two little dimples appeared.
Zhu Yaya felt relieved. It was still her, looking pretty.
Zhu Yaya decided to go out and investigate first. As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she heard a familiar voice—
"Ou Haochen, I like you. My brain, my heart, every single cell in my body is saying I like you."
A middle-aged woman, a stranger yet bearing some resemblance to her, was sitting on the sofa, cracking melon seeds and watching a cheesy romance drama with great interest. Hearing the door open, she glanced in Zhu Yaya's direction: "What are you doing? Finish your National Day holiday homework; school starts tomorrow."
Zhu Yaya was stunned for a moment: "Sorry to disturb." Then she obediently returned to her room, closed the door, and went back to the desk. She flipped through the math textbook on the table—not a single note. Then she checked the backpack leaning against the chair—good grief, a whole stack of blank test papers!!!
Sitting at the desk, working on familiar problems, Zhu Yaya fell into deep thought, beginning a soul-searching inquiry: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?
And, why am I obediently doing homework?!
For Zhu Yaya, a top student who had survived the brutal baptism of the final year of high school, freshman homework was child's play.
After opening the door a second time, she easily squeezed onto the sofa next to the strange middle-aged woman with the reply "Homework's done." Watching the cheesy little romance drama with a somewhat casual air, she probed for information about herself and the stranger.
The strange middle-aged woman glanced at her, calmly cracking seeds and watching the show: "I'm your mom."
Zhu Yaya was silent for a moment, then asked: "Aren't you surprised?"
"Used to it. You have these intermittent fits of craziness anyway."
After Zhu Yaya's careful probing, she discovered that she seemed to have transmigrated into another version of herself in a parallel universe. Her usual hobbies and interests hadn't changed, she just had an extra pair of unfamiliar parents.
In the end, after Zhu Yaya's repeated attempts at conversation, Zhu's mom, who was single-mindedly focused on the drama, shooed her back to her room. After a thorough search, she found a phone under her pillow, with no lock screen password. As soon as she opened it, several news headlines popped up.
#Shocking! Murong Xiongzheng Tops China's Forbes Rich List for Ten Consecutive Years!#
#Shocking! Murong Group's Market Value Exceeds Trillion Dollars!#
#Shocking! Son of China's Richest Man Actually Attends This School!#
...
Murong Group?
Zhu Yaya fell into reminiscence about that unbearable past.
Is that you? Murong Yunhai!
Just as Zhu Yaya was missing that big-toothed man named Murong Yunhai, a familiar voice sounded in her mind again—
"Ms. Zhu Yaya, congratulations. You have become the 108th transmigrator of our company. Welcome to the derivative world of the romance novel 'The Overbearing Him, The Pure Love'. System 886 at your service."
This voice... isn't that Teacher Li Lihong's voice?
After careful consideration, Zhu Yaya finally spoke: "Can you change the voice to Li Zeyan's? This voice always makes me think of 'A Bite of China'."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Yaya's stomach growled very appropriately.
System 886: "..."
Zhu Yaya kindly added: "Do you know Li Zeyan? He's voiced by the great Wu Lei. If you can't find that, Ling Xiao's voice is fine too; he's voiced by the great Zhao Lu."
System 886: "...You're not surprised?" It switched to Li Zeyan's voice.
Zhu Yaya cupped her face with both hands, looking enraptured, and hummed: "Do you think I've never read transmigration novels before? Keep using this voice to talk to me."
System 886: Please be a proper person!
The serious and responsible System 886 insisted on fulfilling its duty: "You have transmigrated into a book. To go back, you must complete tasks."
Zhu Yaya: "Oh."
"Task completion reward: twenty thousand yuan."
"Tell me, what's the task?" Zhu Yaya put on a stern face, looking serious. "I won't let your company down. Although the amount is a bit small, money is still money."
"By the way, I transmigrated into a book, right? I didn't transmigrate into the female lead, did I? Being the vicious supporting female character is fine too; usually they come from rich families. But I just checked my surroundings, and it doesn't seem that wealthy. Could it be that I'm the long-lost biological daughter of China's richest man, Murong Xiongzheng? The real vs. fake rich heiress trope?"
System 886, covering its little ears, threw a book at Zhu Yaya—'The Overbearing Him, The Pure Love'.
Zhu Yaya curiously opened and flipped through it.
System 886 on the side provided deeply emotional commentary: "This is a campus absolutely beautiful love story. He, Murong Beichen, though the son of China's richest man Murong Xiongzheng, suffered from his parents' cold relationship, endured a miserable childhood, and lived in darkness. He smoked, he drank, he fought, but he knew he was just a good boy lost and longing for love. Until she appeared, that poor transfer student, and he saw a light in the endless darkness. He pursued, she avoided; he pursued again, she avoided again. That stubborn Cinderella said: 'Give up, Murong Beichen, I will never fall in love with you.' He gave a devilishly charming smile: 'Woman, very well. No one has ever spoken to me like that. You've successfully caught my attention. Don't be so quick to refuse my love, you little minx who says one thing but means another. I clearly hear the sound of your heart beating.'..."
"Wait," Zhu Yaya frowned, flipping through the book rapidly, "Male lead Murong Beichen, female lead Xu Chun, male supporting character number one Ling Yiming, female supporting character number one Shen Wandan... Huh? Why don't I see my name?"
System 886 tactically coughed: "Ahem, your role is extremely important."
"Really? Then where's my storyline?"
"Please turn to page 56."
Zhu Yaya immediately flipped to page 56. The plot written there was that the female lead, dissatisfied because the male lead cut in line in the cafeteria, criticized him, with a crowd of onlookers watching the drama.
“Where am I here?” Zhu Yaya said discontentedly.
"You are here." As soon as System's words fell, a flash of golden light appeared before Zhu Yaya's eyes.
Four words in the book were surrounded by golden light—"Onlooking Crowd".
"You are among them."
Zhu Yaya: Heh heh heh, what a pivotal role indeed!
