Chapter 5: Disgusting?

In his memory, Zhao Xue had never been this hostile toward Su Xu.

Bai Jianming giggled and said, “Zhao Xue, bullying people like this isn’t right.”

Zhao Xue gave a light scoff, her eyes full of disdain: “Heh, I’m not bullying anyone.”

She used her hand to pat Meng Yao’s face: “You tell them, am I bullying you or not?”

Her voice was neither high nor low, but combined with her actions, it gave off a blatant sense of threat.

Meng Yao lowered her head as that soft palm brushed against her cheek, bringing with it a gust of fragrant wind.

The Eldest Miss’s skin and flesh were soft and fragrant; there wasn’t a single inch of her that wasn’t scented or soft.

“No.”

The low, deep voice caused Bai Jianming to cast a glance at her, a few suspicions secretly surfacing in his heart.

Zhao Xue hummed with a laugh: “Did you hear that?”

Bai Jianming was still smiling playfully: “Student Zhao Xue, threatening people isn’t right either.”

Su Xu’s gaze bypassed Zhao Xue and turned gentle the moment it landed on Meng Yao; anyone watching would think Meng Yao was the special one.

“Student Meng, if you’re being bullied, just say so. I will help you.”

His voice was gentle yet firm.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have long since fallen for him—a wealthy, gentle, handsome object of many people’s adoration, yet he was gentle only to you.

What a familiar feeling; a wave of uncontrollable nausea rose in Meng Yao’s heart.

She would never forget how this group of young masters laughed as they watched her grandmother die.

Meng Yao looked up at him, and this single glance contained such endless malice that Su Xu felt a jolt of horror in his heart; he felt like he had seen this kind of look somewhere before.

Suddenly, Zhao Xue let out a yawn: “Enough. If there’s nothing else, stop blocking the way. We’re going to be late.”

Su Xu’s face turned slightly pale.

He suppressed the abnormality in his heart, frowned, and scolded Zhao Xue without hesitation: “Zhao Xue, can’t you restrain yourself a bit at school? You really have no merits besides your family background. Why on earth should I like someone like you?”

These words evoked some memories—rather unpleasant memories belonging to the original host.

Every time the original host confessed to Su Xu, she often heard these things.

‘Enough, what right do you have to make me like you?’

‘I’m really annoyed by you.’

‘Can you please stop appearing in front of me?’

Zhao Xue was not the original host: “Oh, I forgot to mention—I don’t like you anymore, so don’t come bothering me either.”

Her tone was completely devoid of emotion.

Su Xu’s face darkened.

Looking at Zhao Xue’s indifferent attitude, his head buzzed for some reason: “Remember what you said.”

Su Xu was successfully driven away in anger again, and Bai Jianming didn’t stay much longer.

He gave Zhao Xue a meaningful look before leaving with Su Xu.

After this incident, Zhao Xue simply leaned on Meng Yao and had her carry her all the way to the teaching building, without a word the entire way.

Once they reached the building, Zhao Xue signaled for Meng Yao to put her down.

The students passing by stole glances one after another, their eyes filled with sympathy for Meng Yao and indignation toward Zhao Xue.

Now Zhao Xue was becoming even more excessive toward Meng Yao; they wondered if Meng Yao could last until the college entrance exams.

Although most of them were second-generation wealthy kids, they were still normal people with a shred of compassion—plus, Zhao Xue was a public enemy of the school.

They walked toward the classrooms one after the other.

Zhao Xue and Meng Yao were not in the same class.

At the moment of parting, Zhao Xue suddenly smiled at Meng Yao: “Wait for me at… after school.”

The location was spoken very quietly, but Meng Yao still heard it clearly.

In the classroom, as soon as Zhao Xue entered, the two enthusiastic lackeys ran over.

“Sister Xue, have you had breakfast? I still have bread here.”

“Sister Xue, should we go corner someone today?”

They didn’t mention what happened yesterday at all.

Zhao Xue’s expression was faint.

She walked to her seat and spoke: “Don’t go provoking Meng Yao anymore.”

The lackeys’ expressions were startled, clearly having something to say, but upon meeting Zhao Xue’s cold gaze, their hearts jolted, and they suppressed all their words.

When did Sister Xue’s aura become so strong?

Tide High had single desks and allowed phones.

Since most were from wealthy families, the teachers had limited control, and learning relied entirely on self-discipline.

During physics class, Zhao Xue shamelessly leaned on her desk and looked at her phone.

The physics teacher saw it but acted as if he hadn’t.

Zhao Xue was browsing the post on the campus forum.

The photo of her carrying Meng Yao was hanging high on the trending posts.

Of course, the hottest topic was still about how to successfully confess to the four gods.

Zhao Xue couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had touched these things.

When she died, it was still the era of cultivation.

Back then, she was just an ordinary official’s daughter.

Later, demonic cultivators invaded, and none of the citizens living in the city were spared.

In the end, her family died tragic deaths, and she was left with her tendons and bones crushed, unable to survive.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xue curled her lips, her eyes filled with gratification.

Those demonic cultivators never expected they would eventually be killed by an ordinary person, disappearing forever along with their souls.

Later, spiritual energy withered, natural disasters were constant, and the cultivation civilization was wiped out overnight.

She had escaped a disaster because she was sealed in the Deep Abyss Realm at the time.

Even later, as the tides rose and fell, the stars and moon shifted, and eras changed, skyscrapers were continuously built.

She learned the knowledge of the new world in her soul form, occasionally manifesting to touch physical objects.

But she was lonely after all.

Now it was better; the system could take her to various worlds to play while she completed tasks.

Meng Yao’s dark eyes flashed through her mind.

Zhao Xue was somewhat looking forward to seeing what kind of changes those eyes would undergo because of her.

Meng Yao sat in her seat, listening to the lecture quietly.

It wasn’t until the bell rang that she shifted her gaze to her front-seat classmate, who had been fidgeting throughout the entire lesson.

As soon as the teacher left, Lin Shuang couldn’t wait to ask Meng Yao: “Meng Yao! Were you threatened!”

Lin Shuang was a slow-witted but naturally familiar person.

Meng Yao’s changes during this period were obvious to everyone.

Everyone suspected Meng Yao had developed a psychological illness from being bullied by Zhao Xue; otherwise, how could they explain Meng Yao changing from a relatively kind and cheerful person to her current lifeless, cold state that seemed like it could freeze someone with a single look?

People were already not very friendly to Meng Yao for attracting the gods’ attention, let alone now when she didn’t have a shred of likability about her.

Beyond sympathy, most people felt nothing toward her; no one wanted to associate with her.

She was someone who was dull, poor, and seen as a thorn in the side by the school bully.

Lin Shuang didn’t have that many thoughts; she simply felt Meng Yao was an incredible person.

Despite being bullied constantly, she persistently came to school and ranked first in the grade every single time.

She couldn’t help but admire her, and thus she hated those who bullied Meng Yao intensely.

She took out her phone and pointed at the photo, saying: “Look, did Zhao Xue threaten you? That’s why you carried her, right? She’s really too much.”

“You only just came out of the infirmary yesterday.”

Lin Shuang’s eyes held genuine anger.

Meng Yao gave the photo a faint glance.

The photo was taken by someone unknown at a very tricky angle—likely intended to be an ugly shot of Zhao Xue—but Zhao Xue’s appearance was too superior; she looked beautiful no matter how she was photographed.

She noticed this photo came from a post.

Family, guess what I saw!

A nine-grid collage.

Her phone was an old-fashioned model that could only receive calls, so she was entirely unaware of these things.

Lin Shuang also knew about Meng Yao’s situation.

She said: “I’ll show you. This post is super popular now. This photo was updated today, and there was another set of photos yesterday.”

Lin Shuang swiped her phone, and ultra-high-definition images appeared before Meng Yao’s eyes.

It was the scene of Zhao Xue holding her.

The comments weren’t pleasant; most guessed this was Zhao Xue’s new way of toying with people, and the events of this morning seemingly confirmed their suspicions.

Meng Yao lowered her eyelids.

Under the desk, her fingers tightened and then released.

Inexplicably, she remembered the scene of Zhao Xue standing at the door last night with a beaming smile, and she also remembered accidentally seeing that delicate, snow-white skin.

A trace of something unusual flickered across her heart, leaving a very shallow mark.

The sun slanted toward the west, and time flowed by unnoticed; in a flash, school was over.

Zhao Xue was in the first semester of her third year, which should have been a high-pressure study phase, but Tide High still let out early.

Most children in this school would choose to study abroad, not to mention some who had already finished all their courses early.

Their parents had already arranged the best paths for them.

Meng Yao carried her backpack.

She had long limbs, sharp short hair, and her thin back was held straight.

With phoenix eyes and long brows, her thin lips made her look a bit sharp.

Lin Shuang packed her bag and, looking at her by chance, made a clicking sound: “Meng Yao, have your features finally filled out? Why do you look more and more like you have a ‘cold-abstinence’ style?”

Meng Yao had no expression and gave no answer.

She left the classroom in a few steps.

A passing classmate patted Lin Shuang’s shoulder: “Sigh, Meng Yao probably has a psychological shadow from being messed with by Zhao Xue. She doesn’t even like to talk anymore.”

Lin Shuang also sighed: “Who says she doesn’t? Meng Yao is truly too miserable.”

Meng Yao didn’t hear a single word of the discussion behind her.

She arrived at the location Zhao Xue had mentioned this morning.

The school had an abandoned teaching building, but because people regularly mowed the grass and cleaned, it wasn’t desolate.

The lush trees surrounding it made the place seem full of greenery.

This used to be the best secret dating spot, but after something happened later on, surveillance cameras were installed.

As soon as Meng Yao arrived, she saw Zhao Xue standing beneath a surveillance camera.

Since school was over, day students were already impatient to leave, and those living on campus had begun heading to the cafeteria to eat and prepare for evening self-study.

Currently, besides the two of them, there were no other students here.

Meng Yao’s thin lips were slightly pursed as she approached Zhao Xue.

Zhao Xue gave a slight smile, and in an instant, her beauty was boundless.

Meng Yao’s body was a bit tensed; she had always known Zhao Xue was good-looking, but right now, she was beautiful to an excessive degree.

“The little dog is here.”

Having said that, Zhao Xue hooked her finger at Meng Yao, as if she were truly calling a dog.

Meng Yao stopped at a distance of about one meter from Zhao Xue, her dark eyes lightless as she stared fixedly at her.

Zhao Xue turned around, took off the jacket she was wearing today, and then blatantly tossed it toward the surveillance camera on the tree.

Miraculously, the jacket covered the camera completely.

Having done all this, Zhao Xue suddenly reached out and grabbed Meng Yao’s collar, pinning her against the thick tree trunk.

Meng Yao’s expression didn’t change at all; her eyes were still devoid of ripples.

The observing system stammered: [Ho—Host, are you going to beat up the female lead?]

Zhao Xue gave a light laugh: ‘You guess. Also, get your camera ready; remember to take photos.’

Meng Yao was tall, half a head taller than the 168cm Zhao Xue.

She looked down at Zhao Xue.

No matter what Zhao Xue did next, she wouldn’t resist.

Even if her hand was broken, as long as her grandmother could live, it would be fine.

She herself didn’t matter.

Zhao Xue leaned close to Meng Yao and said the first sentence: “You’re an adult, right?”

Meng Yao nodded, and a rare, inexplicable feeling arose within her.

In her ear was Zhao Xue’s low laughter—magnetic and ambiguous: “That’s good. I just turned of age as well.”

Suddenly, a wave of softness hit her.

Meng Yao couldn’t help but widen her eyes, trying her best to suppress her urge to resist.

Her lips were contained by another person.

Her nose was filled with the scent belonging to another person.

Zhao Xue hummed with a laugh.

Holding Meng Yao’s lips, she said indistinctly: “Little dog, you have to close your eyes when kissing.”

Her heart rate, caught off guard, went into disarray.

Meng Yao stood dazed, letting her lips be pried open as a soft tongue invaded her territory without hesitation.

The moment their tongues touched, Meng Yao felt a hint of sweetness.

As if waking from a dream, she finally realized she had forgotten to breathe.

She suddenly pushed Zhao Xue away with great force, a strand of ambiguous silver stretching between their lips and tongues.

Meng Yao’s breathing was unstable, and her cool white face was flushed red.

Her eyes were very dark, but not their usual darkness; they held two clusters of flames, possessing the breath of life.

She rubbed her lips harshly, her tone calm but her words piercing: “Zhao Xue, aren’t you disgusting?”

The moment she said it, Meng Yao clenched her fists; she should have held back.

This was her first time kissing someone and her first time with someone of the same s*x, yet there was no feeling of revulsion.

She looked toward Zhao Xue, only to see Zhao Xue ambiguously extend her tongue to lick her moist lips: “The taste of a kiss is better than I imagined.”

[Death Value -5]

[Death Value: 80/100]

System: (Looking at a field of pixels/censorship) I suspect the female lead is a masochist; only by being hit can she generate thoughts of living.

Hearing Meng Yao’s words, Zhao Xue curled her lips, her eyes filled with a deep darkness: “Disgusting? Then we’ll kiss until it isn’t disgusting anymore.”

Zhao Xue stood her ground and tilted her head up slightly, her lips rosy and moist: “Now, I want you to kiss me proactively.”