Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 15

Since the quiet competition in the cafeteria, Bian Yingning had seen Shang Qinghui again the next day. After all, she was the one responsible for ensuring the female supporting character didn’t become a vicious antagonist.

Bian Yingning often had the illusion that she was a worried father, anxious about his daughter’s development, afraid she would go astray.

Ah—a sigh from a worried father.

Today was the drawing day for the campus talent show finals. The semifinals were over, and twenty-four contestants had advanced to the finals.

From hundreds to twenty-four, the competition was fierce.

These twenty-four contestants would draw lots to determine their performance order.

The female lead, Ji Xiaoxue, also successfully advanced to the finals.

Since Bian Yingning had asked Hua Cancan to participate, she naturally had to accompany her for the drawing.

Hua Cancan sucked on a lollipop, and Bian Yingning held a large cup of milk tea. They arrived early; many people hadn’t arrived yet, so they had to wait.

The drawing took place in a small classroom in the teaching building, where classes were being held nearby. It was dismissal time, and passersby cast curious glances at them.

Bian Yingning turned her head. Hua Cancan’s bright red tongue half-wrapped around a pink strawberry lollipop, eating slowly and languidly. Her captivating eyes occasionally glanced around, leaving others mesmerized.

Bian Yingning found herself parched and quickly took a large gulp of milk tea.

Even as a decent girl, she had to admit that Hua Cancan was undeniably charming.

Ji Xiaoxue arrived and saw several people surrounding Bian Yingning and Hua Cancan, asking for their contact information. She raised her hand to greet them but lowered it.

She recalled Shang Qinghui’s words at the school gate after Bian Yingning had sent her home that night.

She knew Shang Qinghui and Nangong Jin had a special relationship, and Nangong Jin had treated her badly.

She thought Shang Qinghui would warn her to stay away from Nangong Jin, but—

The princess, playing with her gemstone bracelet, looked at her as if she were an insignificant grain of sand.

“Do you know your place?”

“People from different worlds can’t be friends.”

The sweetness Ji Xiaoxue felt was shattered. The jar broke, the sweetness spilled and stained, the shards piercing her heart, making it hard to breathe.

“Some people’s entertainment is flying abroad for fashion shows, horseback riding in fields, or attending musicals in unheard-of theaters.

Others buy two bags of melon seeds and watch cheesy dramas all afternoon, or spend a day wandering the streets with a few dollars.”

“I don’t care what you think, but you’re not one of us. Even if we don’t study hard, our future achievements are something you couldn’t achieve in ten lifetimes.

Bian Yingning, that stupid woman, she was much worse than me before. Do you think she’s genuinely befriending you?

Don’t expect to gain anything from her. Someone like you should work hard; if you can’t change your background, change yourself. Taking shortcuts will only lead to greater failure.”

It’s funny; a campus celebrity, a prominent young lady from the H City elite, actually condescended to give her a lesson.

The sleek sports car roared away, and Ji Xiaoxue stood under the streetlight for a long time.

…

“Do you have confidence in winning first place?”

After turning away those asking for her contact information, Bian Yingning asked Hua Cancan.

Hua Cancan flipped her hair, a popping sound as she separated her lollipop: “What do you think?”

What does she think?

“Quickly, repeat ‘I must win’ several times!” Bian Yingning urged anxiously.

Hua Cancan: “…”

With enough self-confidence and subconscious belief, she believed anything was possible.

In the original story, the female lead won first place, but Hua Cancan didn’t participate. Now that she’s involved, the outcome is unknown.

As long as the female supporting character doesn’t resent the female lead or cause trouble for her, it doesn’t matter who wins.

Just then, she noticed some commotion nearby. Looking up, she saw Shang Qinghui, wearing black sunglasses, emerge from the stairs, followed by two assistants.

Her chin slightly raised, with her usual arrogance. Today, she wasn’t dressed in a cutesy style but wore an irregular dark green halter top and loose gray pants…

So a soft girl can be cool too.

Bian Yingning was surprised, then noticed her sunglasses.

They were too dark; nothing could be seen behind the lenses.

Bian Yingning looked at the weather; it was sunny, but they were indoors. There was no need for sunglasses, especially such dark ones.

Could it be—an eye or facial injury?

They were leaning against the railing outside the drawing classroom. Shang Qinghui had to pass them to enter.

As Shang Qinghui walked past seemingly without looking, Bian Yingning leaned forward, trying to see her eyes under the sunglasses.

“Shang Brat, why are you wearing sunglasses? Did you hurt your eyes?”

Bian Yingning thought it was possible. The drawing couldn’t be done by proxy, so the injured Shang Qinghui had to come herself but wore sunglasses to hide any swelling.

Shang Qinghui paused, her assistants sensing her coldness.

“Hahahaha.” Hua Cancan couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh, though Shang Qinghui knew she was laughing at her.

Even a spoiled heiress can get injured; isn’t this more interesting than the top ten world news stories?

Hua Cancan wondered why Bian Yingning would approach Shang Qinghui; it was to tease her.

Bian Yingning’s face was almost touching Shang Qinghui’s, her eyes fixed on her.

Shang Qinghui tilted her head, creating distance.

She raised her hand to remove her sunglasses but stopped, noticing the students watching.

“Are you bored or something? Why do you always meddle?” Shang Qinghui wanted to bite Bian Yingning out of frustration.

Others drooled over her look; Bian Yingning asked if she was injured, indirectly suggesting she was blind.

“I’m concerned about you. You’re ungrateful and insulting.” Bian Yingning frowned, looking disappointed.

Hua Cancan tugged Bian Yingning’s clothes, teasingly saying, “You don’t understand; that’s Shang family fashion.”

Shang Qinghui’s fists clenched.

Was there a problem with wearing sunglasses to look cool? What did they care?

The earlier concern and flattery were fake; they hadn’t changed their annoying personalities!

Bian Yingning nodded thoughtfully: “That’s good. I thought you were injured.” Her voice was low, like a sigh of relief.

Shang Qinghui’s lips moved, but she said nothing and entered the classroom.

“Why are rich people so pretty?”

“Yeah, each one is unique. Their looks and family background are enviable.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen the three of them together. They’re eye-catching.”

Ji Xiaoxue, hidden in the crowd, listened to the discussion, her expression indifferent.

People like her couldn’t expect to befriend such privileged girls; they weren’t from the same world.

But her kindness had touched her.

Further pursuit would only show her lack of self-awareness.

…

When everyone arrived, the drawing began. Bian Yingning waited outside.

Hua Cancan came out quickly, looking happy.

“How did it go?” Bian Yingning asked.

“Number sixteen.”

A decent spot, not too early or late.

Bian Yingning nodded: “What about Shang Qinghui?”

“That bitch is twelfth.” A central spot.

“What about Ji Xiaoxue?”

“Ji Xiaoxue?” Hua Cancan frowned: “Who’s that?”

Oh, Hua Cancan didn’t know the female lead yet.

“A junior I recently met.”

Bian Yingning was grabbed by Hua Cancan and pressed against the wall. Bian Yingning raised her hands: “Wh…what are you doing?”

Hua Cancan’s alluring oval face was right in front of her, her dark eyes like absorbent ink stones. If only the malice in them were slightly less intense, it would be perfect.

“You met a new junior? You have a new girlfriend?”

Bian Yingning: “…”

“No wonder you’ve been ignoring me lately. You haven’t been looking for me unless you have something to ask. So you have a new love, huh?” Her breath was warm against Bian Yingning’s face; her last syllable was seductive and charming, her tone so gentle that Bian Yingning almost wet herself.

Mom, it’s scary; she’s afraid.

Bian Yingning extended a slender finger, weakly pressing against Hua Cancan’s shoulder, trying to push her away slightly: “Wa…wait a minute, you’re suffocating me.”

They were so close that Hua Cancan’s ample chest pressed against Bian Yingning’s. Never before had Bian Yingning been so acutely aware of the difference between them.

This is what they call, “a small frog compared to a big whale,” right?

Hearing this, Hua Cancan glanced down, smiling, her other hand bonelessly stroking Bian Yingning’s chin:

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you love my chest? You used to touch and pinch it all the time, leaving bruises. It was so annoying.”

Large beads of sweat trickled down Bian Yingning’s forehead.