After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 24

24: Is It Fun?

By the time Qin Que finished blow-drying Yan Qing’s hair, the woman was already asleep in her arms.

She carefully set down the hairdryer and sighed, slightly annoyed by the dormitory’s bunk-bed setup.

If Yan Qing had been assigned a lower bunk, she wouldn’t have had to wake her up.

“Yan Qing, Yan Qing, your hair’s dry. You can go to bed now.”

She gently shook the person leaning against her.

“Mmm…” Yan Qing let out a vague murmur from her throat, furrowing her brows as she struggled to open her eyes.

Would she be angry?

Qin Que’s heart pounded nervously.

But when those indigo-blue eyes, misty with sleep, finally focused on her, the faint displeasure in them instantly softened upon recognizing Qin Que’s face.

Yan Qing nodded, offering a polite and well-behaved smile. “Thank you. Goodnight.”

She’s so cute.

Qin Que felt her heart melt like an ice cream left out in the summer sun.

“Goodnight.”

She waited until Yan Qing safely climbed into bed before returning to her own bunk, drifting off to sleep with a heart full of tender warmth.

The live audience, however, was wide awake.

Comment 1: Why? Why don’t I have a Yan Qing? She’s clearly my baby! Give her back, you kidnappers—I’m calling the police!

Comment 2: Is she really thirty? Did she lie about her age?

Comment 3: How strange. In this industry, people usually lie about being younger, not older.

Comment 4: My daughter… my heart is melting.

Comment 5: Qin Que’s self-control is impressive. At this point, how could she not give her a goodnight kiss?

Comment 6: Which deity should I pray to to find a girlfriend like Qin Que? Asking for a friend who hates blow-drying her hair.

Comment 7: Oh, so it’s the blow-drying you hate? Or is it just her face and body you’re after? …Wait, same here, never mind.

On the third day, perhaps due to threats from Yan Qing and Yan Yuzhen, the morning broadcast didn’t sound until nine o’clock. By then, Qin Que and Yan Qing were already up and had just finished breakfast in the cafeteria when they received their new task.

Main Mission Part Three:
All students must gather in the classroom at 10 a.m. for a talent show to earn campus coins.

When the six of them arrived in the classroom, Mi Sike stood at the podium. Behind her, the blackboard was adorned with colorful chalk writing:

“Class 1-1 Talent Show.”

“What’s this? Did you participate in something like this in high school?” Yan Qing leaned close to Qin Que’s ear and whispered.

Qin Que realized that her resistance to Yan Qing’s sudden intimate gestures had significantly improved over the past two days. This time, she only blushed and her heart raced—her mind didn’t spiral into chaos.

She could even answer Yan Qing’s question.

“It’s basically a show where each class puts on a few performances, and everyone watches. I was always in the audience.” Qin Que recalled.

She remembered participating only once during her freshman year of high school. By sophomore year, the increasing academic workload had stripped students of all non-study-related activities.

She had never been proactive about such things but never resisted them either. If no one asked her to perform, she was content to be a spectator.

“So there must’ve been a lot of people. Was it fun?” Yan Qing asked after a moment’s thought.

Her curious expression was rare and endearing.

“It was okay,” Qin Que replied with a smile, trying hard to remember. “There were a lot of people—the entire freshman year gathered on the sports field around a makeshift stage. The performances were all student-organized, mostly singing and dancing, with the occasional skit. Looking back now, the shows were pretty rough, but everyone back then enjoyed them. Some even brought their own snacks and soda.”

For high schoolers drowning in academics, any break was precious.

“Hmm…” Yan Qing nodded thoughtfully, a hint of longing in her voice. “That does sound fun.”

Qin Que couldn’t help but ask, “Didn’t your high school have something similar?”

She had been curious for a while—what kind of high school could produce someone like Yan Qing, who aced literature but barely scraped by in math?

“Well, we did have something,” Yan Qing said, half-joking, half-self-deprecating. “We had beauty pageants. Competitions for serving tea, for being considerate, and in the end, everyone voted for the person most likely to marry into a good family. The winner was crowned that year’s ‘Omega Queen.’”

Qin Que was speechless, her mouth hanging open. She wanted to say, What kind of garbage school teaches high schoolers this? But she was afraid of hurting Yan Qing’s feelings.

“Pretty trashy, right?” Yan Qing, seeing the mix of shock and heartache on Qin Que’s face, felt her own melancholy ease. With a smile, she brushed it off. “So I destroyed it.”

“Yeah. Super, super trashy,” Qin Que agreed without hesitation, adding, “You did the right thing.”

“Heh.” Yan Qing couldn’t help but laugh. She had wondered why she’d instinctively shared this with Qin Que.

Now she knew—it was because she’d already guessed how Qin Que would react.

Meanwhile, the live audience had already dug up Yan Qing’s alma mater—Qiancheng Private High School. Rumor had it that it was an institution dedicated to grooming omegas from wealthy families for domestic roles. Students there were taught literature and foreign languages to better serve their future spouses and attend high-society events abroad. Subjects like math and physics were discarded entirely because, in the school’s view, omegas neither needed nor were capable of learning such “useless” disciplines.

As for the school’s fate, just as Yan Qing had said, after she rose to fame, she sued the institution for failing to adhere to national education standards and brainwashing minors. The principal was imprisoned, and the wealthy families, though displeased, no longer dared to send their children there. The school soon went bankrupt.

Yan Qing bought it, hired a demolition crew, and within three days, reduced the gilded cage to rubble.

Outraged netizens, realizing Yan Qing had already exacted her revenge, had nowhere to direct their anger except to push “Yan Qing, you destroyed it well!” to the top of the trending list.

“Today’s talent show consists of three categories: drama performances, dancing, and singing. All are duo acts, requiring teamwork. Props must be prepared by the participants themselves. The production team will judge the performances and award first, second, and third place. First place wins 150 campus coins per person, second place 120, and third place 90. Now, we’ll play a mini-game to determine the selection order,” announced Mi Sike.

Qin Que and Yan Qing exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing.

They needed to secure the drama performance. Otherwise, with neither of them trained in singing or dancing, their act would truly embody the spirit of a high school talent show.

The mini-game was simple: one person from each pair would write down the name of a person or object both knew, then give a two-word clue. The other would ask yes-or-no questions to guess the answer. The fastest and most accurate pair would win.

Yan Yuzhen went first. After a moment’s thought, she confidently wrote her answer and flipped the clue card:

“Fourth Round.”

This likely referred to her and Jin Shuo’s time on Become an Idol!

Jin Shuo asked quickly, “The stage?”

Yan Yuzhen shook her head, frantically widening her eyes at her.

Jin Shuo: “…Dinner?”

Yan Yuzhen nodded.

Jin Shuo raised her hand flatly. “Instant noodles. Braised beef flavor.”

“Correct.” Mi Sike flipped the card—Braised Beef Noodles.

“Why would you think of dancing when I said ‘Fourth Round’? If I meant that, I’d have said ‘First Round’ or ‘Second Round’!” Yan Yuzhen complained as she walked over.

Jin Shuo just stared at the erased words on the board and asked softly, “Was it important?”

“Of course! It’s our CP name!” Yan Yuzhen, noticing her mood, softened her tone.

“Mm.” Jin Shuo merely nodded.

Next was Qin Que. Believing Yan Qing was the sharper thinker, she volunteered to write. She already had an answer in mind.

On the board, she wrote:

“I think.”

Yan Qing suppressed a laugh—she already knew the answer—but still asked, “Are you thinking of it now?”

Qin Que nodded.

Yan Qing raised her hand. “The answer is Yan Qing.”

Mi Sike turned the board with an expression of utter bewilderment.

Written neatly on it was:

“Yan Qing.”

Everyone: “…”