Chapter 1: Be My Dog

The moment Zhao Xue regained consciousness, the system’s voice resounded in her mind, echoing like 3D surround sound in her ears.

[We must use love to influence her, redeem her, and make her full of love for the world.]

[It would be even better if you can make the female lead and the male lead reach a happy ending.]

Zhao Xue did not answer.

She slightly arched her thick, dark brows.

Her gaze swept past the original body’s two lackeys and landed on the person cornered in the distance.

It was a very thin person, squatting on the ground with hands clutching their knees and face buried in their arms.

Their hair and most of their clothes were already soaked.

The snow-white school uniform revealed the ridges of the person’s spine, segment by segment—thin and gaunt.

School bullying, huh?

The thought flashed through Zhao Xue’s mind.

The system came out to chatter again: [Host, hurry and stop this atrocity, then apologize sincerely to strive for the female lead’s forgiveness!]

Zhao Xue selectively ignored the system’s words.

She walked over, her small leather shoes making a rhythmic ‘da-da-da’ sound against the floor tiles.

Seeing this, the two people surrounding the female lead stopped their actions and turned their heads one after another.

They had youthful appearances, girls of seventeen or eighteen, yet their eyes were filled with fear and deeply hidden loathing.

“Sister Xue, why don’t we just strip her clothes? No matter how we scold or hit her, she doesn’t react, just like a dead person.”

Zhao Xue smiled faintly and spoke.

“You two go out first, then close the restroom door behind you.”

The two girls glanced at each other and left without any objection.

The restroom was the most common site for school bullying.

Zhao Xue’s thoughts drifted slightly.

She had been dead for too long—so long that desolate lands had become inhabited, and small bamboo huts had transformed into towering skyscrapers.

In these so-called schools, she had seen many hidden things, especially in places like restrooms where there were no cameras.

Zhao Xue walked over slowly and crouched down.

Ignoring the other person’s wet hair, she reached out and slowly ran her fingers through it, lifting the female lead’s head up.

Meeting those lifeless eyes, Zhao Xue curled her lips into a wicked smile.

She slowly leaned closer to the female lead.

Her rosy lips parted and closed, her breath spilling out bit by bit, carrying a faint, clear fragrance.

“Meng Yao, be my dog, otherwise your grandmother’s illness…”

Zhao Xue didn’t finish, but it was enough for anyone to know it wasn’t anything good.

[Death Value +1 +1 +1]

The system watched helplessly as the female lead’s will to die rose from eighty-five to ninety.

[Death Value: 90/100. Friendly reminder: If it hits 100, she will die immediately~]

The system spun around in circles in a panic: [Ahhh! Host, what are you doing! We are here to redeem her, not to provoke her!!!]

Zhao Xue answered carelessly.

[Don’t be noisy. If you keep making a fuss, I’ll block you.]

System: …So angry!

Perhaps the words Zhao Xue just spoke were somewhat effective, or perhaps the pain from her scalp being tugged had an impact.

Meng Yao had a slight reaction.

Her dark eyes stared at the beautiful and noble person in front of her.

She pulled back her pale, cracked lips and spat out a faint sound: “Get out.”

Seemingly having exhausted her final strength, her eyes slowly closed and her hand dropped weakly.

She had fainted.

Zhao Xue actually hadn’t expected this development.

She released her grip on Meng Yao’s hair.

Without support, the unconscious person fell forward, landing right on top of Zhao Xue.

Zhao Xue lowered her gaze and stared at the crown of that head for a moment.

Amidst the system’s sharp, ear-splitting screams, she wrapped one arm around Meng Yao’s waist and the other under her knees.

She picked the person up in a horizontal carry.

Stepping out of the restroom door, ignoring the astonished looks of her two lackeys, Zhao Xue waved them away.

She carried the soaking person alone toward the school infirmary.

Fortunately, it was summer, so it wasn’t enough to make someone catch a cold.

The scorching sunlight would dry the clothes in a short while.

On the way to the infirmary, Zhao Xue received wave after wave of looks as if people were seeing a ghost—both disgusted and loathing.

Although she had a general understanding of the original body’s popularity from the materials provided by the system, experiencing it in person proved the data was conservative.

When she opened her eyes, the system had only transmitted the story of her own character; the rest hadn’t been fully sent yet.

Speaking of which, the system was also puzzled.

Normally, because novice hosts have low mental strength, they only wake up after all character plots have been fully transmitted and digested.

But this time, it had only just finished the summary of the character the host was playing when the host woke up.

Now that there was time, the system immediately transmitted the entire story into Zhao Xue’s mind.

[Meng Yao was originally the most ordinary of girls, but in her second year of high school, because she saved someone, she transferred into Tide Noble Academy.]

[The massive hierarchy of the noble academy made Meng Yao feel indignant. Her tenacity and resilience gradually attracted the four top people in the school.]

[The Campus F4, who originally only intended to play around, gradually became sincere during their interactions with Meng Yao and began to fight over her.]

[But in the end, Meng Yao chose no one. She committed suicide.]

Zhao Xue raised a question.

‘Suicide?’

The system began to explain.

[This is a very old world. It was originally running in the main system’s world library, but recently it collapsed for some unknown reason—for example, the female lead committing suicide—which is why this mission exists.]

[The specific reason is still unknown, but right now, redeeming the female lead is the most important thing.]

Seeing that its host seemed to be in thought, the system stopped talking after finishing.

Zhao Xue carried the person to the infirmary door and suddenly asked.

‘System, so is this a rebooted world?’

The system didn’t hide it.

[Yes, this is the tenth reboot. You are the tenth task-taker.]

Zhao Xue was somewhat surprised here.

She was already the tenth?

Had the previous nine people all failed to stop the female lead’s death?

Zhao Xue didn’t continue asking.

She pushed open the infirmary door and placed the person in her arms onto a hospital bed.

She asked the school doctor to take a look.

The girl had felt light when she was being carried, and looking at her now, she was as thin as a paper person.

There wasn’t much flesh on her cheeks, but her features were well-defined with a high bridge to her nose.

Her upper lip was thin and her lower lip was thick—a very cold and detached look.

This highly aggressive appearance was a far cry from the classic “white lotus” look of old novels.

“Anemia, overwork, and malnutrition. How can a child this age have so many problems? Her clothes are still wet; she’s probably been bullied.”

Actually, the clothes were almost dry.

The doctor grumbled as he set up an IV drip for Meng Yao, acting as if he hadn’t noticed Zhao Xue standing behind him.

The doctor was nearly sixty, an age where he was about to retire.

He wasn’t that afraid of the wealthy children in this school; at worst, he’d just leave.

He also knew the little girl behind him.

She was famous in school for being both stupid and wicked, and she loved to bully others.

Zhao Xue found a stool and sat by the edge of the bed.

How could she not understand who the doctor’s words were meant for?

Before leaving, the old doctor pulled the curtain shut.

He isolated Zhao Xue and Meng Yao within the curtain.

Zhao Xue was wearing a white shirt and a pure gray skirt that reached her knees.

Her jet-black hair was draped behind her back.

She slightly lowered her eyes, her lashes casting long shadows.

Under the sunlight, one could see the fine, soft fuzz on her fair cheeks.

Her perfect features were coated in a layer of warm light, softening that heart-snatching beauty.

Sitting there obediently, she looked like an oversized ball-jointed doll.

As soon as Meng Yao opened her eyes, she met Zhao Xue’s smiling face.

In the corners of her eyes and brows, there seemed to be a touch of innocence.

However, if one looked closely into those pitch-black, translucent eyes, one would see the malice mixed within.

It was so thick it seemed ready to swallow a person whole.

“Meng Yao, are you willing to be my little doggy?”