After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 26

26: She wouldn’t really kiss her, right?

In the center of the storage room, the first rehearsal of “The Brave Warrior and the Evil Dragon” officially began. Qin Que and Yan Qing’s expectations were simple—if they could get through it without laughing, it would count as a success.

Act One: The Dragon and the Kingdom

“Long, long ago, in a peaceful and prosperous kingdom, a fearsome dragon suddenly appeared!”

Qin Que, wearing the dragon headpiece, mimicked Yan Qing’s earlier performance, pacing back and forth among the cardboard castle pieces while letting out a fearsome dragon roar.

She tried her best to keep her gaze forward because if she accidentally caught a glimpse of Yan Qing—who was standing off to the side, trembling with suppressed laughter—she would lose control and start laughing too.

She didn’t even dare to think too deeply about what was happening right now.

“The dragon breathed fire and attacked the castle.”

Qin Que carefully held up the red-painted “flame” cardboard near the dragon headpiece’s mouth while gently toppling the castle with the tip of her foot.

This castle was the hardest prop to make—it had taken her and Yan Qing a full hour of effort.

“And kidnapped the princess.”

The narrator, Yan Qing, swiftly donned the starry crown symbolizing the princess and rushed forward to grab the dragon’s claw.

Although Qin Que was supposed to play the princess in the end, with only the two of them available now, they had no choice but to temporarily switch roles.

Neither of them dared to look at the other, making the scene seem either like the princess and the dragon weren’t very familiar with each other or like the princess had just kidnapped the dragon.

“And took her back to its lair.”

Yan Qing finished the narration in a strained voice before instantly switching to a more exaggerated, princess-like tone, shouting, “Help! Help!”

Qin Que gently pressed her claw against Yan Qing’s shoulder. The headpiece made movement inconvenient, so the two of them shuffled backward in a bizarrely slow, synchronized retreat.

The second livestream room was flooded with an endless stream of “HAHAHAHAHAHA” comments.

Comment 1: This is what you call professionalism! Is this the so-called actor’s conviction? They actually didn’t burst out laughing, folks. I’m moved to tears.

Comment 2: For the first time, I feel like acting is a high-difficulty profession. Even though Yan Qing was clearly holding back laughter the whole time, I get it—I really do.

Comment 3: It fits the characters perfectly. If I were the princess and saw such a silly-looking dragon, I wouldn’t be scared either.

Comment 4: You’d even take the initiative to grab the dragon’s claw, right?

Comment 5: Cute little dragon, let me see what color your paw pads are!

Comment 6: I love watching them prepare for the show together. They’re like two little kids—just seeing them makes me feel younger.

Comment 7: You know what they say—the happiest thing in life is finding someone willing to goof around with you.

Comment 8: This dragon is ugly in a uniquely charming way, but Qin Que’s acting gives it a weirdly adorable vibe.

Comment 9: What’s so strange about that? A cute girl can make anything cute.

Comment 10: Cute girl makes everything cute +10086.

Qin Que took off the headpiece and looked at Yan Qing, who was laughing so hard she was in tears. She couldn’t help but chuckle too, though she still offered a constructive critique: “This… probably isn’t going to work.”

It really wasn’t. If they were performing an actual comedy, it wouldn’t be a problem, but even for a children’s play, two leads who couldn’t even look at each other weren’t going to score high marks.

“Yeah, I know. It’s fine. I just need to adjust a little. I’ll do better in the next scene,” Yan Qing said, rubbing her cheeks, sore from laughing, and forcing herself to calm down.

“It’s okay if we don’t do well,” Qin Que said, pulling out her phone. “Even if we come in last today, we should still have enough campus coins to get by.”

“What kind of attitude is that? If we’re going to participate, we should aim for first place,” Yan Qing retorted, raising an eyebrow and lightly bumping her fist against Qin Que’s claw. “Let’s show off our professionalism.”

“Okay.” Qin Que nodded, steeling herself. Even in regular rehearsals, actors sometimes ran through scenes in casual clothes—though admittedly, nothing as ridiculous as this. But as a professional actor, giving up so easily wasn’t appropriate.

Especially since Yan Qing wanted to win.

Act Two: The King and the Brave Warrior

“Just as the kingdom was plunged into despair, a brave warrior appeared.”

Qin Que, now wearing the king’s crown, sat on the makeshift throne and gazed solemnly at Yan Qing standing before her.

“Brave warrior, are you certain of your decision?”

This time, she didn’t feel like laughing—partly because she had mentally prepared herself, but mostly because her scene partner had changed.

There wasn’t a trace of amusement left on Yan Qing’s face. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips pressed together, and her eyes burned with the sharpness and courage of youth.

Even draped in that ridiculous red cape, she looked like a true warrior.

For an actor, performing opposite someone far more skilled made it easier to immerse oneself in the role.

Yan Qing dropped to one knee—a warrior’s salute to the king—but her head remained proudly raised, embodying the warrior’s unyielding spirit.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Grant me your sword, and I shall slay the dragon, rescue the princess, and restore peace to the kingdom!”

Qin Que rose and paced slowly around the throne, as if weighing the warrior’s request.

Finally, she sighed softly, drew the sword from beside the throne, and presented it to the warrior. “Then I wish you good fortune, my child. I shall await news of your triumphant return.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Yan Qing accepted the sword with both hands and turned away without hesitation.

Her back was straight, her strides firm and swift, her cape flaring dramatically behind her.

For a moment, Qin Que could almost see the fully armored warrior marching toward the most glorious moment of her life.

She could even imagine Yan Qing’s expression—unyielding, filled with determination and killing intent.

The livestream audience was stunned.

Comment 1: Wait, I was still laughing. How did they suddenly get so serious?

Comment 2: Even scarier—I can’t laugh anymore. It feels like the warrior is marching to her doom.

Comment 3: These two perfectly illustrate a universal truth—you can mess around, but you can’t actually suck.

Act Three: The Brave Warrior vs. the Dragon

“The warrior crossed mountains and forests, traversed swamps and lakes, and finally arrived at the dragon’s lair.”

Qin Que, now back in her dragon costume, stood before the cardboard cave entrance as Yan Qing approached.

“Dragon! I am the warrior who has come to vanquish you! For pillaging the kingdom and kidnapping the princess, your crimes are unforgivable. Prepare to die!”

She heard the warrior’s cold declaration and saw the icy killing intent in Yan Qing’s eyes.

It was as if she had truly grown scales and claws, becoming a monster that terrorized the world.

Yan Qing would never smile at her again.

A pang of fear—and even hurt—flashed through her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

She was a dragon now. Dragons didn’t feel such things.

Dragons only raised their claws, breathed fire, and made fools pay for their audacity.

Without professional fight choreography and with both of them worried about accidentally hurting each other, their battle was simple and symbolic rather than realistic.

The warrior swung her sword at the dragon’s head, and the dragon collapsed with a wail.

The scene ended.

Just as the audience was getting into it, preparations for Act Four began.

Everyone watched as the “defeated” dragon suddenly sprang back to life, tore off her headpiece and claws, swapped them for the princess’s crown, and dashed over to the wooden table serving as the princess’s bed, flopping onto it with practiced ease.

Comment 1: I know this is for continuity, but the mood is completely ruined now!

Comment 2: Oh no, the princess has been replaced by the dragon. The warrior’s going to end up with the dragon—what kind of horror story is this?

Comment 3: And yet… somehow it’s kind of hot?

Comment 4: Shipping everything will be the death of you.

Comment 5: Shipping everything just keeps me well-nourished.

Lying on the hard table, Qin Que let out a quiet sigh and relaxed her body, playing the part of an unconscious person.

All that was left was for the warrior to wake the princess with a kiss, leading to a happy ending.

Final Act: The Warrior and the Princess

“The warrior entered the cave, only to find the princess unconscious. Poisoned by the miasma of the dragon’s lair, only a kiss from the bravest soul could awaken her.”

Wait, what?!

Qin Que nearly bolted upright in shock.

Since Yan Qing was handling the narration, Qin Que had only skimmed the script, focusing mostly on her own lines.

She hadn’t expected such a massive “surprise” at the end.

What do I do? What do I do?

In just a few seconds, Qin Que broke out in a cold sweat.

But as the unconscious princess, she wasn’t exactly in a position to call the shots.

She heard Yan Qing’s footsteps approaching until they stopped right beside her.

Still in the warrior’s solemn voice, tinged with sorrow, Yan Qing spoke: “Princess, I apologize for my tardiness. I will save you.”

She was still in character—something Qin Que would normally admire.

But right now, the more immersed Yan Qing was, the more terrified Qin Que became.

She wouldn’t actually kiss her, right?

For actors, this kind of thing was normal.

But… she wouldn’t, right?

In the darkness behind her closed eyelids, Qin Que’s other senses sharpened.

She could feel the person beside her leaning down.

The scent of wine-like pheromones grew stronger, and a faint warmth brushed against her cheek—Yan Qing’s breath.

The woman was still getting closer.

Qin Que clenched her hands so tightly they trembled, her mind screaming one word: “STOP!”

Just before she could voice it, the warmth shifted direction, ghosting over her neck and making her shiver.

“Pfft—no, I can’t, hahahaha!” Yan Qing’s real voice rang out beside her ear, signaling the warrior’s exit from the scene.

Qin Que opened her eyes in confusion, turning her head to see Yan Qing laughing so hard she was crying.

The woman was half-kneeling, leaning over the small remaining space on the table, her face close to Qin Que’s.

Her cat-like eyes met Qin Que’s, the crescents beneath them flushed red from laughter, making the deep blue of her irises seem even more mesmerizing.

She was truly beautiful—flawless, really.

Qin Que took a quiet breath and blinked. “What happened?”

Yan Qing, still giggling, twirled a loose strand of Qin Que’s hair around her finger.

“Ah, my dear princess, your body was so tense it felt like you were about to jump up and punch me. I didn’t dare go through with it.”

Qin Que’s brain, which had just started to calm down, now felt like it was being trampled by ten rampaging dragons. She covered her face. “W-Was it that obvious?”

The audience wholeheartedly agreed.

Comment 1: I can confirm—you were as stiff as someone about to perform a chest-splitting stunt.

Comment 2: I covered my eyes in anticipation, and this is what I get?

Comment 3: I screamed so loud my mom kicked me out, and I didn’t even get to see the kiss! You owe me!

Comment 4: Little Qin still needs more practice.

Comment 5: How can she practice if she won’t even kiss you first?

Comment 6: Qin Que is so useless. What kind of alpha gets this scared by an omega? It’s not like you’re the one at a disadvantage here. Pathetic.

Comment 7: Hey, troll, take your nonsense elsewhere. If Yan Qing likes Qin Que and Qin Que’s fine with it, who are you to complain?