Healing the Black Lotus Female Supporting Character (Transmigration into a Book - ABO) - Chapter 11

“No! Absolutely not!”

Hua You shook her head like a rattling drum. But her father’s brows only furrowed deeper, clearly wracking his brain for how to approach a certain kind of educational talk with a teenage daughter.

Their family’s Alpha mother was often away on business, returning only once a month. The emotional absence of one parent during Hua You’s childhood had, in part, shaped the original Hua You’s personality. As a result, all the parenting duties—both big and small—had fallen onto her Omega father.

But he was far from perfect. No matter how hard he tried, there was still a gendered chasm between them, a fundamental barrier that made real communication tricky.

Seeing Hua You’s suspiciously evasive expression, he sighed.
“Looks like I need to have a talk with your homeroom teacher.”

“Wait, wait—hold on!” Hua You jumped out of bed, flinging off her blanket.
“Dad! Let me explain!”

“Go ahead then.”
He crossed his arms, a classic you-better-not-lie-to-me dad pose. Hua You winced and scratched her head.
“Would you believe me if I said… it was just an accident?”

He gave her the look people usually reserve for lunatics.

Hua You wilted a little, then put on a mock-defeated face.
“Fine, fine! I admit it! I’m in a relationship!”

At that, her father finally relaxed a bit and let out a sigh.
“I mean, dating in senior year isn’t ideal for your studies, but in today’s society, even early marriage is being encouraged… so I won’t scold you too much.”
Then he gave her a meaningful look.
“But tell me—who is it? What’s their gender? What’s their family background? Are they in your class?”

Without even thinking, Hua You threw out the name:
“Bian Chengyi. You know, the class monitor you’re always praising.”

Her father paused.
“The really pretty one?”

Hua You nodded rapidly, like a pecking chicken.
“That’s the one.”

“Don’t lie to me.”
To Hua You’s surprise, her father didn’t seem reassured. In fact, his frown deepened.
“I admit our little Hua Hua is good-looking, but you’ve never said a single nice thing about that girl. Why would she be dating you?”

Hua You coughed.
“Ever heard of… tsundere?”

He paced the room twice, clearly trying to wrap his head around this twist. Then he suddenly stopped and muttered,
“Actually… now that I think about it, that scent really does resemble your class monitor’s pheromones…”
He narrowed his eyes.
“So how far along are you two? You’ve definitely held hands. Kissed yet?”

Hua You choked. Hard. It took her a few seconds to recover her breath.
If she didn’t have thick skin, she might’ve fainted from embarrassment.
“No! Of course not! You know how she is—our beautiful class monitor only cares about studying. The mark was just a one-time thing to help stabilize my pheromones. Don’t overthink it.”

“Alright, alright.”
He finally sat down, but not without launching into a heartfelt dad speech.
“Look, I don’t mind you dating. It’s the modern world. But studies still come first, you hear? If anything happens at school, come talk to me. No matter what.”

Hua You patiently nodded her way through every sentence.
“Got it, got it. You can relax, okay? It’s not like I can get any worse at this point. Right?”

“Brat!”
He flicked her forehead with a sigh.
“Always thinking about running off to have fun—and now you’re dating? Let me warn you—don’t you dare drag your class monitor’s grades down with you!”

“I know, I know,” Hua You hummed as she rolled her eyes.
“Why don’t you wait for my next weekly test results before making any judgments? Who knows? You might even be surprised.”

Her father laughed.
“Surprised? Just don’t make your teachers invite me to a parent-teacher intervention. That’ll be enough. Now go to bed, it’s late.”

Over the weekend, Hua You carved out time to consolidate her understanding of this world’s version of the college entrance exam system. Overall, things weren’t too different from what she knew, but History required special attention—after all, the historical context here was entirely different.

Still, everything else remained comfortably within her wheelhouse.

Sunday evening.

Hua You’s father insisted on walking her all the way to the school gate. It was only a fifteen-minute walk, but he insisted—carrying her suitcase for her as well.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Hua You walked on the inside of the sidewalk, nodding dutifully to her father’s endless string of reminders. She actually liked this feeling—if only the frequency of the nagging could be dialed down just a bit.

When they reached the school gate, Hua You took her suitcase from him and was about to wave goodbye—when her eyes caught sight of a sleek black car parked nearby.

There were countless black cars in the world, but a luxury black car always stood out.

From the back seat, Bian Chengyi stepped out.

She wore the standard school uniform, but her posture was straight, her hair cascading like a waterfall, and her every movement exuded a sense of quiet nobility and self-restraint.

Her chauffeur got out too, unloading a modest-looking but obviously expensive suitcase from the trunk and handing it to her.

Her mother, seated in the front passenger seat, rolled down the window, removed her sunglasses, and without a single smile, said crisply:
“Chengyi, work hard this week. Send me your test results as soon as they’re out—or I’ll contact your teachers directly.”

In the dim light at the front of the car, Bian Chengyi’s expression was unreadable. Her voice, however, was soft and gentle:
“Understood, Mother.”

The chauffeur addressed her politely,
“Second Miss.”

She nodded. Only after the chauffeur let go of the handle did she reach out and take the suitcase by its pull rod herself.

Her mother waved a hand.
“Go on. I’ll watch you enter.”

Bian Chengyi’s throat moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something—but in the end, she said nothing. She simply turned and walked toward the school gate.

Midway there, she suddenly turned back—heading straight toward Hua You.

Her mother looked momentarily confused and, seeing her daughter’s unexpected detour, got out of the car.

Hua You had known Bian Chengyi must’ve seen her, but she hadn’t expected her to come over. She hadn’t even greeted her yet—just smiled—and instead turned to the woman behind her and said brightly:
“Hello, Auntie! You’re so pretty!”

Bian Chengyi’s mother gave a polite smile.
“And you are…?”

Before Bian Chengyi could speak, Hua You stepped up with a flawless self-introduction:
“Oh, I’m the class monitor’s classmate—my name’s Hua You. My grades used to be awful, but it’s only thanks to the class rep’s help that I even found the motivation to improve. You could say—she’s both my friend and my tutor!”

Hearing this, Hua You’s father immediately caught on: clearly, the relationship wasn’t meant to be public. Not wanting to ruin it, he joined in supportively.
“Ah, that’s true. Always troubling your daughter—apologies from this parent right here.”

Bian Chengyi’s mother visibly softened. Hua You knew what that meant—Bian Chengyi had never once said anything bad about her at home. Not a single word.

Her mother nodded.
“Such a sweet and pretty girl—how could she be any trouble? Honestly, our Chengyi’s the one who always keeps everything bottled up. Never tells us anything. You two go on now, don’t be late for evening study.”

Bian Chengyi gave Hua You’s father a gentle smile.
“Hello, Uncle. I’ll take Hua You inside now.”

What Hua You didn’t see—was her father watching her go with a deeply moved expression, his eyes filled with praise for Bian Chengyi:
“Go on, go on. And thank you—really. This girl’s a handful, and I know it better than anyone. I’m grateful you’ve been helping her. She’s too stubborn sometimes to even realize how good you’ve been to her. Drives me crazy, honestly.”

Inside, Hua You nearly doubled over laughing.

If these two parents knew just how badly she and Bian Chengyi used to butt heads, they’d probably be coldly sniping at each other right now.

They left their luggage at the base of the academic building. On the way to the classroom, a strange and silent tension settled between them.

Surprisingly, it was Bian Chengyi who spoke first. Her voice was as cool as the evening air:
“If you want to laugh, just laugh. I can tell you’re trying really hard to hold it in.”

“Pfft—HAHAHAHA!” Hua You burst into laughter just as Bian Chengyi predicted. She even reached over and tugged lightly at Bian Chengyi’s sleeve, prompting the other girl to glance at her.

“You have no idea how hilarious that whole polite-parent exchange looked. Be honest—did you walk over to me just to mess with your mom a little?”

The mischievous black-lotus-type didn’t reply. She simply shifted a little closer to Hua You—barely noticeable.

Every physical touch with Hua You was oddly electrifying.

It wasn’t like Bian Chengyi had never linked arms or held hands with other girls before. But with Hua You, it always felt like being struck with a soft current—tingling, numbing, warm.

The worst part? Hua You acted like it was completely normal.

Like AO dynamics didn’t exist at all.

Alpha and Omega are different. That basic truth—clearly forgotten.

Bian Chengyi kept telling herself it was just the temporary mark messing with her. But deep down, she knew—it had long exceeded the three-day limit.

Meanwhile, Hua You watched the task progress bar jump to 40%.
Wait… what did I do just now?

She racked her brain and could only remember… tugging on her arm a little? Their conversation had been totally normal.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.

I get it! Sister Bian likes physical touch from Omegas!

So naturally, Hua You looped her arm through Bian Chengyi’s.

Bian Chengyi froze in her tracks.

“What’s wrong?” Hua You asked, casually keeping an eye on the progress bar.
“Did you forget something?”

But of course, there was no way Bian Chengyi was going to admit she’d forgotten how to walk.

“…Nothing,” she said coolly.

She didn’t shake off Hua You’s arm either. Just like that, the two walked back to class arm in arm.

But while other girls walked arm in arm with giggles and smiles, these two gave off a strange vibe—one utterly confused, the other carrying the weight of the world. Nearing the classroom, they silently let go, one walking ahead and one behind, slipping inside.

And then—the room went dead silent.

Everyone stared.

Hua You: …Really? You still haven’t accepted that we can be in the same room together without killing each other?

Lu Qianzi, who sat closer to the front, was the first to break the silence. She ran over and—under the full attention of the class—threw her arms around Hua You.

“Hua Hua! You’re amazing! You got first place! First in the whole grade!”

Hua You finally understood.

Ah. Results are out.

She was barely surviving Lu Qianzi’s bear hug, retreating a few steps under the force of it. Just as she reached out to pat her back in thanks, she heard her continue, breathless with excitement:

“And the best part is—it’s the first time someone outside the ‘Two Sides’ placed first! Do you know what the other classes are calling you now? They’re all going wild!”

Hua You suddenly had a bad feeling.
Please don’t let it be some poetic title like Class Rep Xi Shi again…

Lu Qianzi beamed and shouted:

“They’re calling you—Sleeping Beauty Demon King!”

Hua You felt like she really might pass out.