Chapter 1 01
It was a sunny afternoon.
Tan Quelu diligently worked on the sewing machine for three years in the juvenile detention center, folding countless cardboard boxes and umbrellas. Finally, due to her outstanding performance, she was released early.
He waved goodbye to his reluctant fellow inmates, carrying luggage full of handmade umbrellas, and boarded the departing bus.
A fully insured semi-trailer truck suddenly darted out from the corner, lost control, and crashed into us at high speed.
A loud bang.
Tan Quelu disintegrated as quickly as the former Soviet Union. The speed was too fast; he didn't even have time to feel the pain before his thin body fell off piece by piece.
Blood splattered everywhere, creating a sense of utter devastation.
After an unknown amount of time, the shattered Tan Quelu was miraculously reborn. When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him was frozen in time.
He found himself standing motionless on a bustling street, a screen of light displaying text appearing on his retina. Large, yellowish-brown characters flickered incessantly, practically threatening to poke his eyeballs out: [Lalala, congratulations, host, on your lucky day!]
[You're dead! After death, you were bound to this system and transmigrated into an old-fashioned, melodramatic aristocratic academy novel, becoming the cannon fodder, white lotus roommate of the protagonist! Congratulations!]
Tan Quelu stared blankly at the several lines of bold, yellowish-brown text, not understanding its meaning, but feeling that it was constantly provoking him.
He couldn't help but say, "Change the color."
The font paused for a few seconds, then obediently changed the yellowish-brown color to blood red.
It was exactly the same scene as when he disintegrated.
Talking about peacock green makes me feel better.
He ignored the light screen and turned to survey his surroundings. The sun shone brightly overhead, the sky resembled a stretched sapphire facet, skyscrapers stood amidst the city's greenery, and crowds thronged the glamorous streets, creating a bustling and vibrant atmosphere.
Clearly, this place is quite different from the desolate suburban juvenile detention center where he was held.
It's a real big city.
A variety of luxury cars were parked nearby, and in front of them stood a vast mountain academy with a grand and solemn facade and a cold, gloomy gray color scheme.
St. Weston School.
Crimson text appeared at the opportune moment, following Tan Quelu's gaze and explaining to his bewildered expression: "[This is the central plot of the melodramatic novel 'What?! The Domineering F3 All Fell in Love with Me!', and also the main location where the protagonist and the Celestial Dragon group F3 engage in a chase, a love-hate relationship!]"
Tan Quelu looked down and found that her luggage from when she was released from prison was still there, and the handmade parasol she made was also lying inside intact.
Is this scientifically possible? The person was shattered, but the umbrella was still intact.
Tan Quelu pulled out a handmade umbrella, opened it to block the sunlight, and then asked in confusion, "Noble academy, cannon fodder white lotus? What are these?"
The system sighed, then kindly replied: [I know you've been incarcerated for so long, you're a bit out of touch with society~ No problem, please close your eyes, I'll instill all the concepts and plot into you!]
Tan Quelu readily agreed and lowered his eyes, after all, he had no power to refuse at the moment.
A moment later, a tacky book with a pink cover appeared in his mind.
Turn to the first page:
[This is a melodramatic, childish, and outdated story! Before reading, please remember: the author's thinking ability is equivalent to a ripe banana—the plot can be peeled like a banana peel, but the emotions must rise and fall like the banana itself!]
Turn to the second page:
[This story is extremely erotic. The protagonist, Xia Xing, is a poor but academically gifted student recruited by St. Weston Academy at a high price. He has a stubborn and slightly arrogant appearance, but a warm and sunny personality. Full of life, he enters the world of the Celestial Dragons' F3 group, where he is bullied and humiliated, unlocking countless shameful scenarios!]
Tan Quelu: "......"
Just reading this passage about peacock green made me feel completely exhausted.
The system ignored his fate and continued its intrusive message: "And you, in your original world, were a renownedly beautiful prisoner. When you were arrested, you were shouting obsessive slogans like 'bonds,' 'family,' and 'I want to create an absolutely wonderful world.' During your three years in prison, most of the inmates felt sorry for you and took good care of you. According to this system's monitoring, you are the perfect candidate to protect the protagonist's innocent and pure self!"
So when Tan Chuilu died, it immediately bound itself to him, just to prevent his soul from dissipating.
As a true "white lotus," your virtues are: purity, intelligence, kindness, and innocence. Your catchphrase is: "How innocent I am, I'm just staring blankly at this world."
[Your mission is: to do everything in your power to protect the protagonist, to follow the plot and attract the attention of the F3—until you get a perfect score on your senior year midterm exam, are bullied and humiliated by them, finally radiate saintly light and forgive the whole world, then commit suicide by jumping off a building on the eve of the college entrance exam, and happily receive your lunchbox!]
Tan Quelu: "Is this shit?"
system:【? 】
"Sorry for the slip of the tongue," Tan Quelu said without changing her expression, "What is this? Why am I being bullied and humiliated too?"
According to the original work, this should clearly be a part of the play that belongs exclusively to the protagonist (the bottom) and various tops.
System explanation: [This isn't poop, it's a task assigned by this system!]
My existence is solely to ensure the protagonist's safety, so you must protect him~
In the original novel, the protagonist, Xia Xing, offends the F3 group on the first day of school, and naturally becomes the target of school bullying. St. Weston Academy has a long history and an extraordinary status; the school is like a closed microcosm of society. Eighty percent of the students are children of the wealthy and powerful, and their methods of bullying are endless, displaying a kind of ignorant malice and cruelty.
They are truly capable of killing.
But even under such circumstances, Xia Xing can still live a lively life amidst all kinds of bullying, refreshing the plot every day, randomly encountering the troublemakers F3, and doing all sorts of vulgar things in various corners.
Tan Quelu felt that the protagonist was a highly energetic person with physical abilities comparable to Ultraman, which was simply amazing.
He just can't do it.
Tan Quelu spent three years in prison, spending his days folding paper boxes, operating a sewing machine, making umbrellas, and watching the news. His learning ability was zero, and he wouldn't live to see the day he got a perfect score.
"I can make you a handmade umbrella, but I really can't make you a paper roll."
The system seemed to have anticipated his refusal and popped up again: [If you don't complete the story mission, you will die on the spot. But if you complete the mission, I can grant you a second life in your original world!]
He remained unmoved by the mention of peacock green.
Are you kidding me? Go back to being a poor orphan with a criminal record? Would the system even want such a blessing?
[Plus, a total of 100 million RMB will be credited to your account immediately after completing all the storylines, and will never be refunded~]
Tan Quelu looked up, deftly folded her parasol, quickly picked up her luggage, and nodded: "I'm ready. When do we start? I'm free now."
One hundred million in funding. Forget about transforming into Ultraman, even if the main character wanted to eat Ultraman, he could shoot him down and put him in a pressure cooker to make soup.
The system looked at Tan Quelu, who had suddenly perked up, and suddenly felt something was wrong: a white lotus shouldn't be like this... a white lotus is kind, she wouldn't love money.
But when it met Tan Chuolu's eyes, it instantly fell silent.
The boy had clear, bright eyes that reflected a clear, watery hue when he looked at people. His porcelain-white face was slightly lowered, like an elf who had only drunk dew since birth, possessing a kind of purebred beauty.
That was incredibly authentic.
Genuine innocence. Top-tier innocence. Absolutely stunningly innocent.
Even the dragons at the foot of the imperial city would say how pure and innocent they are.
The system instantly dispelled its doubts, elegantly appraised the host's appearance for two seconds, and then excitedly began the storyline:
[Please note, host, you are entering a plot point from the original story: On the first day of St. Weston Academy, F1 driver Zhong Wan speeds into the school on his motorcycle, nearly hitting a kitten on the street. After Xia Xing saves the kitten, the protagonist publicly reprimands Zhong Wan. Enraged by the teasing from F2 and F3 drivers, Zhong Wan impulsively crashes into him, causing a minor fracture.]
Please protect Xia Xing, retaliate against F1, and draw all firepower and attention to yourself!
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This summer in Vies has been unusually long.
September is a month of scorching temperatures, and today marks the start of the new school year for schools across the country, including St. Weston College. It was only 8:30 a.m., and the school gate was already packed with luxury cars.
Most of those who arrived so early were senior high school students.
The young men and women, dressed in light summer uniforms, got out of the car and walked towards the school. St. Weston School practices a rigorous academic environment and has never allowed parents' cars on campus. The school is a boarding school, and students are only allowed to go home during the winter and summer breaks.
The students were casually browsing mindless forums on their way to school.
Suddenly, a familiar roar came from afar, rapidly and swiftly reaching my ears.
Without turning around, everyone knew who it was without their expressions changing.
Zhong Wan.
One of the direct descendants of the Zhong family, one of the three top wealthy families in Saint-Vis City.
Although the bloodline isn't that pure... or the abbreviation isn't that authentic, it still allows one to disregard the rules, openly speed into the school, and then hastily write a self-criticism to get it over with.
Rather than a wolf-like teaching style, St. Weston School actually adheres to a strict pyramid-shaped class system.
The group, used to Young Master Zhong's boisterous entrance, continued walking forward listlessly. Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes rang out behind them.
Immediately, a stubborn and clear voice broke the silence, coldly saying, "Stop! Who are you? You think you can just walk away after bumping into a cat?"
The bustling school gate fell silent for a moment.
at the same time.
The slender boy seemed oblivious to the stares around him, still holding the trembling little orange cat, standing in front of the black modified motorcycle, staring fearlessly at the helmeted person on the motorcycle.
He was wearing the St. Weston School uniform and carrying a clean, worn backpack. His spine was ramrod straight, and his hair, slightly disheveled in the sunlight, resembled weeds growing in a crack in a rock, exuding a stubbornness that seemed ready to burst forth.
Zhong Wan narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.
He disdained to communicate with the poorly dressed special admission student in front of him.
Buzz!
A sharp wrist tightened the engine, emitting bursts of impatient, warning roars.
If he continues to block the way, Zhong Wan wouldn't mind crushing this reckless special admission student.
Xia Xing frowned, seemingly surprised that he showed no remorse for the near-accident. He hugged the struggling Xiao Ju tightly and questioned her, "You...don't you have anything to say?"
He almost crushed this innocent cat to death!
Beneath the black helmet, the tall, long-legged boy remained motionless, only coldly uttering an impatient "Get lost."
Xia Xing paused, then, filled with righteous indignation, grabbed the orange cat and angrily retorted, "Cats are equal to us. How dare you almost take a life so easily?"
"Don't think you're something special just because you ride motorcycles. Relying on this to show off is incredibly childish—"
Bang.
The boy's last words hadn't faded.
The black motorcycle suddenly roared and shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for Xia Xing, smashing him to pieces with a loud bang.
The familiar crimson sky filled the air.
Tan Quelu, carrying her handmade umbrella and luggage, finally made her way to the school gate, panting and struggling.
The protagonist was being mirrored as he was three minutes earlier, disintegrating just like the Soviet Union. Pieces of his slender body fell off one by one with a thud.
Pat-pat.
Snap.
The orange cat cried out in terror in mid-air, then quickly scrambled away safely after landing.
The system stared blankly at the skin fragment from the protagonist who had flown into the air and slowly rolled to its host's feet: 【...What is this?】
Three seconds later.
It let out a terrified scream: "Yes! Master! Hero! Defender!!"
Tan Quelu: "".
What an incredibly amazing and unbelievable novel!
Are we still doing the mission?
Tan Quelu felt that Xia Xing was looking at the system with disappointment from the sky.
A note from the author:
New story started! Warning: This is a male-dominant story, and the character "雀绿" (Que Lü) is the dominant one. Please refrain from being insensitive or argumentative.
I've been offline for a while because of a job change and a move—it's all been so rushed—that I haven't been able to open a new account. I feel really guilty, like I don't dare go online to read the comments (slowly kneeling down) (please forgive me)
Thankfully, a new chapter is finally starting! This one is tentatively scheduled to update at midnight. If I don't update, I'll let you know in the comments. I hope you'll like it and add it to your favorites. Thank you so much!
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