Chapter 4: You’re Blocking Our Way

After a simple wash, Meng Yao appeared before Zhao Xue wearing her own faded short-sleeved shirt and long denim pants.

Zhao Xue was sitting lazily on the sofa, watching television.

A small kitten lay obediently on Zhao Xue’s lap, letting her rub its head at will.

Seeing her arrive, Zhao Xue set the kitten aside and hooked her finger at Meng Yao, then extended her right leg and kicked Meng Yao’s shin.

“Kneel and massage my legs.”

Meng Yao stood straight, her fingers tightening and then releasing.

Her expression was calm and unruffled; no one could see through her inner thoughts.

Seeing her not moving, Zhao Xue frowned and kicked again, her eyes full of playfulness.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

This time, the force was slightly stronger.

The system nearby shook its head at this scene—the kitten’s head swaying back and forth.

The host’s method of redemption was truly unique; behaving like this, it wouldn’t even be excessive if she were stuffed into a sack and beaten.

Meng Yao moved.

She dropped to one knee, took one of Zhao Xue’s feet, and slowly placed it on her own knee.

She kept her head down, staring at those delicate feet, and didn’t notice the inscrutable gaze from Zhao Xue above.

Meng Yao’s hands were covered in calluses, a thick layer left behind by long periods of manual labor.

She had originally dropped out of high school to work, but she had unintentionally saved an elderly person.

After learning about her family situation, that person transferred her to Tide Noble Academy and arranged housing for her and her grandmother.

Zhao Xue moved her foot.

The soles of her feet felt a bit itchy from being rubbed by the calluses on Meng Yao’s palms.

Beneath Meng Yao’s eyelids, the toes—as round and lovely as pearls—curled up due to her touch.

She then grasped Zhao Xue’s slender calf, kneading it with moderate pressure.

Her rough palms rubbed against the soft, tender flesh, and the places she squeezed soon left marks.

The sweet fragrance of body wash filled the tip of her nose.

Meng Yao gazed at the calf she was holding; this was the first time she had touched someone else’s foot, and it wasn’t as disgusting as she had imagined.

The Eldest Miss’s skin and flesh were nurtured by money; from her face to her feet, everything was exquisite.

Feeling that warm, soft touch, Meng Yao inexplicably spaced out for a moment.

Suddenly, her shoulder was kicked with moderate force.

Reflexively, Meng Yao grabbed the foot that had kicked her, pinned it to her shoulder, and looked up from below.

However, Meng Yao forgot she was half-kneeling on the ground.

With one of Zhao Xue’s feet raised, as she looked up unexpectedly, her eyes met the base of Zhao Xue’s thigh.

“Ah, what are you doing!”

Zhao Xue gasped in pain.

Meng Yao stood up abruptly, her eyes dark and her thin lips pressed tightly together.

She noticed clear red finger marks on Zhao Xue’s ankle, caused by her own lack of restraint while squeezing.

“I’m… sorry.”

Meng Yao half-knelt on the ground again, taking hold of Zhao Xue’s other foot.

However, the moment she touched it, she was kicked.

This time, the kick landed directly on her face.

The force wasn’t great, but it was insulting enough.

Meng Yao suddenly reached out and grabbed that restless foot, pressing the sole of the foot tightly against her cheek.

Zhao Xue showed a mocking smile: “You can’t even massage a leg properly; you’re truly useless.”

As she spoke, she tried to withdraw her foot.

But Meng Yao was holding on very tightly now.

Zhao Xue struggled twice but couldn’t break free.

She sneered: “Is my foot that fragrant? You’re so reluctant to let go.”

It was very fragrant.

Meng Yao’s expression was unreadable.

She released Zhao Xue, remained half-kneeling, and apologized again: “I’m sorry.”

Zhao Xue stood up, crossing her arms: “Forget it. Get lost and go to sleep.”

Having said that, she stepped into her slippers and went up to the second floor.

Meng Yao’s room was on the first floor.

Returning to her room, she looked at her luggage.

She hadn’t unpacked, leaving it sitting in the middle of the room.

She had nothing valuable and didn’t care who had moved it.

She lay on the bed and closed her eyes; her nose was filled with a sweet scent—the same scent that was on Zhao Xue’s body.

She didn’t know when Zhao Xue’s “little dog” game would end.

She hoped it would last until her grandmother was cured.

Today, something explosive happened for the students of Tide High.

Everyone saw Zhao Xue and Meng Yao arriving at school together.

Everyone in school knew that Zhao Xue was desperately in love with Su Xu, while Su Xu’s attitude toward Meng Yao was ambiguous.

This led Zhao Xue to constantly target Meng Yao.

This matter was clear to everyone, from the students at the bottom to the leaders at the top.

But no one dared to interfere.

The people who could interfere didn’t care about the lives of ordinary students, which led to Zhao Xue acting tyrannically in the school.

However, this was the first time she had targeted someone so specifically.

She couldn’t be blamed entirely; any student who idolized the four great gods held more or less some hostility toward Meng Yao.

Who told her to gain the favor of their gods?

Nevertheless, only someone like Zhao Xue—who was both stupid and wicked but had a deep background—would openly target her.

Just as they reached the main gate, Zhao Xue stopped.

“Meng Yao, carry me.”

She spoke neither loudly nor softly, but it was enough for the surrounding students to hear.

Immediately, the campus forum was updated again.

— I thought ZX had turned over a new leaf and let MY go, but I didn’t expect it to be a new round of bullying.

— Damn, I saw the princess-carry photo yesterday and actually shipped them a little.

— Get lost, is the person above an idiot? You can ship this? If you were MY, you’d have the urge to kill someone.

Hearing Zhao Xue’s words, Meng Yao offered no resistance.

She hung her backpack on her arm, turned her back to Zhao Xue, and then crouched down.

Zhao Xue nodded in satisfaction and leaned onto Meng Yao’s back without the slightest hesitation: “So obedient.”

Meng Yao picked her up without a word.

Zhao Xue’s hands loosely encircled Meng Yao’s neck, her chin resting on her shoulder, her soft chest pressed against Meng Yao’s back.

The soft flesh of her thighs also sank into Meng Yao’s palms, overflowing between her fingers.

Zhao Xue wrapped her legs around Meng Yao’s waist and leaned her lips close to Meng Yao’s ear: “Can you hold on tighter? I’m about to slide down.”

Zhao Xue only felt Meng Yao hoist her upward, followed by a tight sensation on her thighs; she was being gripped very firmly by Meng Yao.

The system was lost in wonder.

Although the death value hadn’t dropped, Meng Yao was simply too obedient.

Last night, she wasn’t angry when she was kicked for massaging legs, and today she had to carry the host.

Although it had guided nine hosts, not a single one could make the female lead this obedient; on the contrary, even getting close to the female lead was difficult.

There were even a few who directly fell in love with the male leads and lost their minds while targeting the female lead.

Wait? Why can’t I remember the fate of those hosts?

The system discovered it lacked data in that area, but it didn’t care.

Anyway, hosts were endless; the main system lacked anything but cheap newborn ghosts.

Tide High was very large.

Zhao Xue leaned on Meng Yao’s back, squinting her eyes like a noble, beautiful cat.

Looking at the cool white ear in front of her, a mischievous urge rose in Zhao Xue’s heart.

She reached out and pinched the small earlobe before her.

Feeling the hands grabbing her thighs suddenly tighten, Zhao Xue laughed: “Sensitive here?”

Heat accompanied by fragrance spilled across Meng Yao’s ear and cheek; the only answer Zhao Xue received was an earlobe that gradually turned red.

Truly cute.

Zhao Xue’s smile was radiant, causing other students who were secretly watching to blush.

They couldn’t help but whisper to their companions: “Zhao Xue is really beautiful. Actually, I think she’s even better looking than celebrities.”

The companion showed a look of disdain: “Only her face is worth looking at.”

Although Meng Yao looked thin and weak, she was actually 175cm tall, and because she had worked for a long time, her strength was sufficient.

However, malnutrition and being strong weren’t mutually exclusive.

Zhao Xue was calculating the time in her heart; she didn’t actually want to exhaust the female lead.

Zhao Xue leaned on Meng Yao’s back and slowly closed her eyes.

But after only a few minutes, Zhao Xue noticed Meng Yao had stopped.

She opened her eyes.

Two boys blocked their way.

One smiled gently, but the gaze fixed on her was anything but friendly—who else could it be but Su Xu?

The other was also one of the F4, Bai Jianming.

In the original host’s memory, Bai Jianming was the only person who supported her in pursuing Su Xu, and he would even tell her what Su Xu liked.

So, in the original host’s heart, Bai Jianming was a good person.

But Zhao Xue didn’t think so.

This Bai Jianming’s gaze toward her was full of malice, though it was hidden extremely deep.

Zhao Xue let out a lazy yawn.

She had intended to get down, but she hadn’t expected to run into these two.

“If there’s nothing wrong, can you move? You’re blocking our way.”

Zhao Xue spoke very rudely.

Bai Jianming was somewhat surprised, and as he looked at Su Xu, the playfulness in his eyes deepened.