She’s Just Too Hard to Win Over [Quick Transmigration] (GL/Yuri) - Chapter 2

Jing Ling gave her a glance, then turned away without a word.

Ning Xue blinked.

Uh… did she not even recognize me?

She trailed after Jing Ling, her steps light and unhurried.

The girl in front of her was wearing the Yun City No.1 High School uniform a loose mix of blue and white, utterly shapeless and unflattering on anyone. Yet somehow, on Jing Ling, it looked effortlessly good.

Tall and slender, her pants hung straight without a wrinkle. Her shoulder-length hair swung softly with each step, smooth and glossy, like a playful kitten’s tail.

Kitten? Ning Xue startled herself with the thought.

She had only caught a brief glimpse of those beautiful phoenix eyes earlier, but the chill within them was impossible to ignore.

No, a kitten would be far gentler than that.

Lost in her imagination, Ning Xue didn’t notice that Jing Ling had stopped walking until she ran right into her.

Her nose smacked into the girl’s shoulder blade. The sharp pain made her eyes water instantly. The one she bumped into clearly hadn’t expected it either; she froze for a second, then immediately stepped aside, as if afraid something dirty had gotten on her clothes.

When Ning Xue looked up, what she saw in Jing Ling’s eyes was unmistakable disgust.

What?

What’s with that reaction? Like she’d just stepped in something gross!

“Um… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re actually in the same class. Maybe we could.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Jing Ling pushed open the building door and walked straight in.

Ning Xue stood there, fuming. So rude!

Meanwhile, Jing Ling pulled a tissue from her uniform pocket, wiped her hands with slow precision, and tossed it neatly into a nearby trash bin perfect shot.

She did remember that girl, vaguely. But just barely.

So she’s trying to get close because we’re classmates? That was fast.

They hadn’t spoken a word in two years, and now that the moment she moved here, that girl was suddenly being friendly. Too coincidental.

So much for being quiet she’d been found already.

Annoying.

Jing Ling kicked a pebble hard. Her expression darkened even more, and the crowd at the busy bus stop unconsciously gave her space.

Ning Xue almost missed the bus, snapping out of her daze just in time to hop on. The first thing she saw was Jing Ling standing by the back door.

Even during rush hour, nobody stood close to her an island of space amid the crush of students.

She doesn’t look that scary, Ning Xue thought. Just… a little gloomy.

She squeezed through the crowd and ended up beside her, pretending to casually stare out the window, avoiding eye contact.

A minute later, she realized she’d made a huge mistake.

That gaze burning into the side of her face it was as if Jing Ling was trying to drill a hole right through her.

Stop staring, stop staring, please stop staring…

Yeah, getting this close was definitely a bad idea.

Maybe it was the nerves the rocking of the bus, but nausea started to creep up, and her head spun.

Ten stops had never felt so long. By the time they reached the school, she stumbled off the bus along with the crowd only to trip and fall right into Jing Ling again.

Their eyes met. Those beautiful eyes were now full of disgust.

“Get off!” Jing Ling hissed.

Hearing the irritation in her tone, Ning Xue instinctively shrank back, but her hands didn’t let go. In fact, she clung even tighter.

“My legs feel weak… I can’t stand. Just… help me up, please.”

She really couldn’t move she’d twisted her ankle.

Jing Ling’s icy expression flickered into disbelief for a second. Clearly, she hadn’t expected Ning Xue to be that bold.

Move it already! Don’t block the way, someone from behind shouted.

They were right at the bus door, holding up the line. With a tight jaw, Jing Ling grabbed Ning Xue’s arm and helped her out of the way.

Fine, Jing Ling thought. Let’s see how far this girl’s act goes.

A cool breeze hit them outside. Ning Xue finally started feeling less dizzy. She leaned against a nearby tree, steadying herself, then turned to Jing Ling. “Thank you.”

Jing Ling had one hand in her pocket, her eyes sharp and unreadable as she studied Ning Xue.

“Need me to help you to class too?” she asked coolly.

Ning Xue could tell she didn’t mean it. She waved her hands quickly. “No need! You’ve helped enough already.”

Jing Ling didn’t look away, as though searching her face for something but all she saw was a pale, out-of-breath girl. No guilt, no hidden eagerness to get close.

Boring.

So much for setting her up this girl didn’t even take the bait.

Ning Xue sighed as Jing Ling walked away.

She had wanted to get closer to her, but the moment those cold eyes met hers, all she could think of was retreat.

That gaze sharp, detached, and filled with disdain felt like it could strip her bare, see right through her motives.

So, yeah. She chickened out.

But seriously, how could she lose her nerve just from a look? There’s no way Jing Ling could actually know she had a mission, right?

After all, the system and her task existed only in her head.

Ning Xue: And now I’m regretting it. So much regret.

“Fang Ning Xue! What are you doing out here?”

Her brother Fang Ning Cheng zoomed past on his electric scooter.

She straightened up weakly. “He, give me a ride? I’m a bit carsick.”

He’d already gone several meters ahead but turned back when he saw her face.

“You get carsick? Since when?”

She gave a tired laugh and climbed on. “It just started. Looks like I’ll have to trouble you from now on.”

He grinned. “Sure, thing as long as you’re brave enough to ride with me!”

The scooter shot forward like lightning, and Ning Xue clung to his waist for dear life.

At Yun City No.1 High, bikes and e-scooters were allowed on campus. The two zipped straight through the gate just as Jing Ling was walking in.

Her gaze brushed past the girl clinging to the boy’s back. A faint, mocking glint flashed in her eyes, gone as quickly as it came like a ripple vanishing on a still lake.

Expressionless, she turned and walked into the teaching building.

By the time Ning Xue got to class, she was even dizzier than before practically holding onto the wall for support.

She had barely stepped through the door when someone slammed into her shoulder hard enough to make her stumble. She barely managed to grab a desk to keep from falling.

“Yo, who’s this?”

The speaker was a tall, dark-skinned boy she didn’t even recognize.

“Li Tao, what’s this, huh? Acting out because she rejected you?” one of the three girls walking past teased, laughing exaggeratedly. Her gaze landed on Ning Xue, full of scorn.

The way they stared made Ning Xue’s skin crawl. She tried to sidestep around them to get to her seat, but the boy Li Tao blocked her path.

“You bump into someone and think you can just walk away? What, too good to apologize?”

Ning Xue looked him straight in the eye and said evenly, “You’re the one who ran into me. Don’t try to play the victim.”

Li Tao’s face darkened. He looked angry at least, she thought he did. His skin was so dark that it was hard to tell what expression he was making.

“Li Tao, she’s just not into you. Stop pestering her already. Apologize and move. We’ve got shopping to do,” one of the girls beside him said lazily.

Something about that sentence seemed to hit a nerve. Li Tao’s expression twisted. He grabbed Ning Xue’s uniform sleeve and snapped, “I said it was your fault, so it’s your fault! You’d better apologize before I really lose my temper!”

While he was ranting, Ning Xue quickly sorted through her memories.
Ah, so that’s what this is about.

He’d confessed to her once and got rejected so now he’s trying to pick a fight.
How childish.

She really couldn’t be bothered with this kind of person, but she absolutely hated being touched. The moment his hand grabbed her sleeve, irritation flared inside her.

Maybe it was better to deal with this once and for all, so he wouldn’t keep bothering her later.

Her gaze grew cold. Though her face stayed calm, something sharp and dangerous flickered in the depths of her eyes.

“Move,” she said flatly.

The voice came not from her but from behind. Clear, cool, and cutting.

Ning Xue’s eyelashes trembled. Whatever emotion had been in her eyes vanished instantly. She turned around, and when she saw who it was, she lowered her head, looking small and fragile like a helpless little rabbit caught by the big bad wolf.

Jing Ling’s expression, when she realized it was her, turned even more impatient.

Trouble first thing in the morning, and this girl again. She couldn’t stay quiet for five minutes.

Li Tao, humiliated and desperate to save face, saw someone stepping in and immediately redirected his anger.

What, can’t use the back door? Had to squeeze through here? Are you stupid or something?

Jing Ling had actually been planning to enter from the back, but after hearing that, she stopped mid-step. Slowly, she looked up at him her eyes colder than before, like ancient ice that had never melted.

Li Tao froze. It was as if an invisible hand had clamped around his throat. His breath caught, and his hand dropped from Ning Xue’s sleeve.

“I’ll let you go this time,” he spat, trying to sound fierce. “Next time, don’t blame me for not being nice!”

He kicked the nearest desk, stormed back to his seat, and flopped into it like some local king. His deskmate flinched and quietly edged toward the wall.

Once he sat down, regret crept in. Why had he backed down? It was just some girl who was there to be afraid of?

His face darkened further, his eyes narrowing on Ning Xue and Jing Ling with malice.

The girls who’d been begging him on looked visibly disappointed that the show was over. 

The leader’s chin lifted arrogantly, brushing between Ning Xue and Jing Ling with a sneer.

“What’s that smell?” she said loudly.

Probably from living near the trash heap. Let’s go, I don’t want to get contaminated.

Ning Xue’s eyes followed them coldly. The faces matched perfectly with the names in her memory.

The ringleader was Chen Caihui, an art student from a wealthy family. She had a natural air of superiority and a compulsive need to criticize everyone she saw.

The one echoing her was Zhou Rui her loyal little sidekick, tainted by association.

The third was Jiang Rong, quiet and almost invisible most days. Ning Xue had no idea why she hung out with them.

Ning Xue was sure she’d never done anything to offend any of them. So why stir up trouble and mock her?

Human nature, maybe.

When people were spiritually empty, they found amusement in cruelty.

Jing Ling walked past her, long legs carrying her forward. As she brushed by, she gave Ning Xue a sidelong glance cold, distant, and, if anything, a little disgusted.

Great. Not only had she failed to get closer, she’d somehow made things worse.

Reverse progress, nice. So exhausting.

Two classes went by quickly. After morning exercises, students trickled back to the classroom. The bell was about to ring, but Jing Ling and Li Tao were still nowhere to be seen.

Ning Xue started to worry. What if Li Tao had taken his anger out on Jing Ling because of her? She was just about to go look when Jing Ling walked in.

Her expression was the same as always calm, indifferent but Ning Xue immediately noticed the swelling on the back of her hand.

Did she… get hit?

A few minutes later, Li Tao entered too nose bruised, face swollen, looking like he’d been beaten within an inch of his life.

Ning Xue, who had just been worrying.

After some hesitation, she decided to bring her some ointment anyway. It was an old tube, but it was at least an excuse to approach her.

“This is for the swelling,” she said softly, holding it out. “You should put some on.”

Jing Ling leaned back in her chair, giving her a sidelong glance. Her slender fingers plucked the tube from Ning Xue’s hand. A mocking smile tugged at her lips.

“Don’t tell me,”She said, her tone light but sharp, you actually think I fought because of you.