After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 17
17: Good Girl~
Seeing the big caterpillar return to slumber, Qin Que breathed a sigh of relief, quietly climbed out of bed, freshened up briefly, and left the room.
The task interface hadn’t updated with new tasks yet, indicating it was just the usual breakfast time.
Yan Yuzhen and Jin Shuo’s dorm was right next to theirs, while Nie Sijun and Dai Yuchen’s was at the other end of the hallway.
As Qin Que passed the neighboring dorm, she faintly heard the melodious wake-up call still echoing, mixed with Yan Yuzhen’s furious roar.
“Take that damn thing down!”
If this woke Yan Qing, wouldn’t she react the same way?
Qin Que shrank her neck, then thought—given Yan Qing’s personality, she probably wouldn’t make a scene. More likely, she’d smile and actually dismantle the broadcast before tossing it into the trash.
Amused by her own imagination, she nearly collided with Jin Shuo, who had just rushed out of the neighboring dorm.
The beta, only slightly shorter than her, had her medium-length hair sticking out in all directions, looking nothing like its usual style. Her clothes were haphazardly thrown on, and her face seemed unwashed. At first glance, she resembled a child kicked out by neglectful parents.
The two stared at each other, momentarily awkward.
Finally, Qin Que broke the silence. “Good morning. Heading to the cafeteria?”
“Yeah.”
Jin Shuo responded, roughly smoothing down her messy hair before following Qin Que toward the cafeteria.
By the time they arrived, Nie Sijun was already buying food, though Dai Yuchen was nowhere in sight.
Qin Que walked up to the counter, glancing at Nie Sijun. The woman had dark circles under her eyes, clearly having slept poorly the night before.
Her frame was excessively thin, and combined with her exhausted demeanor, she looked like a withered leaf torn from a branch, ready to be shattered by a merciless gust of wind at any moment.
Qin Que couldn’t help but ask, “Are you okay?”
Nie Sijun froze for a few seconds before realizing Qin Que was speaking to her. Her first reaction wasn’t to reply but to nervously glance around.
Dai Yuchen wasn’t there.
Her tense body relaxed slightly, and she smiled at Qin Que. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
Her smile was still beautiful, her voice gentle.
Yet, Qin Que felt an inexplicable sadness.
She thought of Yan Qing. The woman was only three years older than Nie Sijun, and both were excellent actresses.
But their vitality was worlds apart.
Yan Qing was like the brightest, most vibrant bloom on a spring branch, radiant with a beauty and energy that made onlookers feel inadequate, effortlessly drawing everyone’s attention.
Her marriage to Dai Yuchen had worn her down.
Qin Que stared at Nie Sijun’s frail back, momentarily lost in thought, until the cafeteria worker snapped her out of it.
“Hello, what would you like?”
“Oh, sorry,” Qin Que apologized with a smile. “I’ll take one of each breakfast set, please.”
Breakfast came in two options: Chinese-style (soy milk and steamed buns) and Western-style (milk and sandwiches). Both were simple, but each cost ten campus coins.
After paying, Qin Que stared at her dwindling balance, deep in thought.
If she didn’t earn more campus coins by lunchtime, she’d only be able to afford plain rice.
Just then, she noticed the staff behind the transparent counter packing last night’s leftovers into boxed meals.
A golden glint caught her eye. Qin Que pointed at one of the trays. “Is that fried pork chop still for sale?”
The worker paused. “That’s from last night.”
“It’s fine. Could you heat it up for me?” Qin Que tapped her remaining campus coins. “Is this enough?”
In the end, Qin Que successfully bought an entire fried pork chop at half price.
Feeling the warmth through the packaging, she smiled.
Yan Qing would probably like this.
Turning around, she saw Jin Shuo at the next counter, also holding two bags—clearly having bought two sets as well.
Noticing Qin Que’s gaze, Jin Shuo hastily hid the bags behind her back, stiffly declaring, “I eat a lot in the morning. Both are for me.”
Qin Que: “…I didn’t say anything.”
In her sleep, Yan Qing faintly caught the aroma of deep-fried food.
The smell was irresistible, especially for an actor who usually watched her diet.
The temptation briefly overpowered her drowsiness. She struggled to open her eyes—only to see a… takeout bag?
A paper-wrapped package larger than her face was propped on the bedside. Startled, her sleepiness faded as she noticed Qin Que’s face peeking out from behind it.
The alpha’s dark, gleaming eyes curved into crescents, her tone a mix of pride and coyness. “I brought you fried pork chops.”
Only then did Yan Qing realize Qin Que was standing on the bed’s ladder to talk to her.
Sitting up, Yan Qing watched as Qin Que tilted her head up to follow her movement.
From this angle, the alpha’s bright peach-blossom eyes seemed even more obedient and eager.
For some reason, Yan Qing was reminded of the German shepherd at Xu Li’s house—the way it would wag its tail and nudge toys at her, begging to play.
So, in her half-awake state, she instinctively reached out and ruffled Qin Que’s smooth hair. “Good girl.”
Then she watched as the alpha froze, her fair face slowly turning red before she gradually, gradually shrank back down.
“I-I left it on your desk. E-eat it while it’s hot.” Qin Que was clearly trying to stay composed, but the tremble in her voice betrayed her.
Yan Qing chuckled. That German shepherd loved being petted—it would always leap up to lick her face.
She didn’t expect Qin Que to be that enthusiastic, but it seemed getting the alpha comfortable with physical contact would take time.
By the time Yan Qing finished freshening up, the screaming marmot in Qin Que’s mind still hadn’t stopped.
She forced herself to sit stiffly in the chair, her back pressed rigidly against the hard surface.
Otherwise, she was afraid she’d start running laps around the dorm like a madwoman.
Yan Qing petted my head!
She petted my head!
How could she do it so naturally?!
Qin Que couldn’t calm down, but this time, it wasn’t due to inappropriate thoughts—just pure mental overload.
Admittedly, climbing the ladder today had been a genuine attempt to surprise Yan Qing, and she’d mentally prepared for some couple-style interaction.
So when Yan Qing’s drowsy eyes met hers, she’d managed to stay composed.
She was a professional, after all—a five-year acting veteran who wouldn’t easily lose her cool.
But then, instead of surprise or gratitude, Yan Qing had just given her a soft, indulgent look and reached out to pet her.
Why aren’t you following the script?! How am I supposed to handle this?!
When the woman’s fingers ran through her hair, she’d almost instinctively nuzzled into the touch like an omega responding to their alpha’s scent.
From a couple-performance perspective, that would’ve been a success.
But no—too much.
“Ohm’s Law: Voltage equals current divided by resistance. On the same circuit, the voltage ratio equals the resistance ratio…”
Qin Que silently recited electrical laws, finally stabilizing her emotions by the time Yan Qing emerged from the bathroom.
“Hm? Why two sets?” Yan Qing picked up the two bags, puzzled.
“Oh, I bought both options. You pick first—I’m fine with either.” Qin Que turned her chair around, her expression serene. In that moment, she gained new respect for her own professionalism.
“Thanks, but I can’t finish all this.” Yan Qing opened the milk and handed the soy milk to Qin Que, then tore the pork chop in half, offering one portion to Qin Que on the paper wrapper.
“Thanks.” Qin Que reached for it, but Yan Qing pulled back, smiling. “Just eat it like this. No need to dirty your hands.”
It took Qin Que a few seconds to process the meaning. Caught off guard, she surrendered again, her face flushing red.
She opened and closed her mouth several times, unsure whether to accept or refuse.
“Hurry up, my arm’s getting tired,” Yan Qing urged with a suppressed laugh, her voice sweet and soft.
This is just acting, just acting, just acting.
Qin Que shut her eyes, steeled her heart, and took a bite.
Juicy meat burst in her mouth. Overnight storage hadn’t diminished the pork chop’s flavor much.
But right now, Qin Que had no capacity to appreciate it.
Yan Qing’s light laughter brushed past her ears like a spring breeze.
Unable to resist, she opened her eyes—meeting the woman’s amused gaze.
“Good girl~”
Her heart pounded like a drum.