Does the Noble Academy's Supporting Female Character Also Need to Be a Charmer?

Nan Zhiyan knew this was a novel world, and she was an insignificant, positive female supporting character who had secretly liked the male lead since childhood.

So, even though Nan Zhiyan did...

Chapter 1: Novel World

Chapter 1: Novel World

It was a rainy day, with dense drizzles falling in strings. The small puddles on the ground were rippling with ripples, reflecting the girl's fair and slender calves.

"Senior Nan."

A voice came from behind, and the girl turned around. Her waist-length black hair swayed slightly, like a long ink-black waterfall.

Because he didn't bring an umbrella, raindrops fell on the lenses in front of his eyes, making his calm and indifferent eyes a little blurry.

But it still looked good. At least the boy stopped three steps away from Nan Zhiyan, his ears slightly red, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes.

"What's the matter, Youan?"

Nan Zhiyan's gaze swept across the boy's fairly handsome face, and finally landed on the purple brooch on his chest, and paused.

It contains the boy's name and his grade in the public school.

Facing Nan Zhiyan, the boy seemed a little nervous. He didn't even dare to look up. He held an umbrella tightly in one hand and held it for a long time before he stretched out his hand.

"Senior, please take my umbrella!"

He quickly stuffed the umbrella into Nan Zhiyan's arms. After the boy said this, he turned around and ran away as if he was scalded.

Glancing down at the umbrella in his arms, Nan Zhiyan could easily find the card that was stuffed on it. After all, the other party had no intention of hiding it.

With a slight lift of the finger, some youthful and secret love words appeared before his eyes.

"Miss, have you received a love letter?"

A shadow fell from above, and a young male voice came from behind.

Nan Zhiyan raised his head slightly. His glasses had been taken off by the man. The man's face in front of him became clearer. It was an extremely handsome face.

He is the Nan family’s steward—Sui Yu.

Without responding, Nan Zhiyan folded the card in his hand and walked towards the entrance of the public school, where the Nan family's car was parked.

After opening the car door for Nan Zhiyan, Sui Yu put away his umbrella and sat in the passenger seat, but he didn't know when the color of the shoulder and back of his well-tailored black tuxedo had turned slightly darker.

After the car started, Sui Yu turned around and handed over a dry towel along with the cleaned glasses.

Nan Zhiyan casually put the things in his hand aside, took the glasses but did not put them on but put them aside, and wiped his hair with a towel.

In fact, Nan Zhiyan’s myopia is not serious. She wears mild corrective glasses.

Without any obstruction, Nan Zhiyan's beautiful eyebrows were revealed without reservation. His slightly damp hair was gathered behind his head. He tilted his head and lowered his eyes, half-closed, looking a little cold.

"Miss, let me handle it."

Sui Yu's gaze silently passed across Nan Zhiyan's face and fell on the unopened umbrella and card beside him, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

"Um."

Nan Zhiyan did not refuse. Of course, he could not refuse. Nan Zhiyan sneered in his heart. After wiping his hair, he leaned against the window and started reading the general history of the empire.

"By the way, where's Ah Xing?"

I don’t know how long the car had been driving. Nan Zhiyan looked a little tired. He rubbed his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

"The young master has gone back, and the earl will be back tonight."

He withdrew his hidden gaze from the rearview mirror, turned around, lowered his head slightly, and answered Nan Zhiyan's question.

Nan Zhiyan did not ask any more questions, but when he heard that Nan Wenqi would also come back tonight, his eyes dimmed and he became a little worried about Nan Zhixing.

But when thinking of Nan Zhixing, Nan Zhiyan's thoughts unconsciously drifted away.

She is not from this world. In her previous life, she just took a nap at night, and Nan Zhiyan inexplicably traveled to this world.

This is a world of fiction. Because one of the female supporting characters has the same name as mine, I was recommended by my cousin to read the entire book.

A very common romance novel, telling the story of how the heroine, a poor student from a low-class community, grows up in an aristocratic public school and captures the love of the heirs of four major families.

But Nan Zhiyan is neither the heroine nor the vicious female supporting role. In fact, she is barely the fourth female role. She appears quite a lot and is a rare positive female supporting role.

Nan Zhixing is her twin brother in this world. In the original plot, he is also a supporting male character who has a crush on the heroine.

This is a world with an extremely strict class system, with clear divisions among the royal family, nobles, commoners, and slaves.

The family that the male protagonist and others belong to is the center of power in this world, even above the royal family.

Lu Yanjing's father, Duke Ulraf, is the ruling minister of the empire.

The titles of the nobles in this world are named after the cities they govern, and Urlav is the central city of the empire, which is also the city where Nan Zhiyan is currently.

As for the Talan family where Nan Zhiyan belongs, they are considered vassals of the Lu family. She and Nan Zhixing were sent to Lu Yanjing by Nan Wenqi for training since they were young in order to please the Lu family.

So she and Nan Zhixing can be considered as the bodyguards and servants of the male protagonist Lu Yanjing.

It was a very ironic behavior. Even in this world, only Nan Wenqi could send his heir to someone else's home as a servant.

In the original plot, her character had a crush on the male protagonist since childhood, but she did not become a vicious female supporting role. On the contrary, she loved the male protagonist and knew that the male protagonist treated the female protagonist differently, and she helped the female protagonist many times.

But now Nan Zhiyan does not like Lu Yanjing, nor does she care about the plot of this world. She just wants to return to her own world, a world of fairness and justice, human rights and relative freedom.

However, Nan Zhiyan was born with a broken fetus. After so many years, Nan Zhiyan still couldn't find a way to go back. She guessed that it might be related to the plot, but unfortunately the plot has not yet begun.

But Nan Zhiyan has also made plans for the worst, which is to stay in this world forever.

There was a trace of confusion in her eyes. Perhaps at that time, she would find a way to escape Nan Wenqi's control and leave this city where power and desire were intertwined and where people could hardly breathe.

"Miss, we're here."

As Yu's voice rang in my ears, I opened my slightly closed eyes and saw that the car had already driven into the manor.

Nan Zhiyan put on his glasses, his frowning brows were silently suppressed, and he walked out of the car.

The gravel road under my feet was soaked by rain and a bit slippery.

"Please wait a moment miss."

Sui Yu took out a wooden comb from somewhere, gathered Nan Zhiyan's slightly messy black hair behind her back and combed it.

Nan Zhiyan's hair is very beautiful, like a piece of smooth black silk. It is almost impossible to hold it in the palm of your hand, and it slips easily through your fingertips.

The public school has its own uniforms. When his fingers lightly touched the hem of the clothes, it seemed as if he had touched a slender waist, and Sui Yu paused slightly.

"Thanks."

Thinking that Sui Yu had finished tidying up for him, Nan Zhiyan adjusted the position of the purple-gold brooch before walking towards the door.

Nan Wenqi was a harsh and old-fashioned man. Everything about his children, including their clothing, speech and behavior, had to be within the acceptable range that he allowed, which was the so-called aristocratic decency.

Sometimes Nan Zhiyan would wonder, would a person who sends his children to other families to work like slaves care about respectability?