Healing the Black Lotus Female Supporting Character (Transmigration into a Book - ABO) - Chapter 3

“What… did you just say? ‘She’ll definitely like you’?”
Bian Chengyi tilted her head slightly, frowning as if she’d just heard some kind of cosmic horror.

Hua You just smiled it off and didn’t answer directly. Instead, she waved her hand in a vague, playful dismissal and started to jog off toward the classroom.
“Just think of it as me being delusional. Anyway, the only thing I do know is that we’re about to be late! It’s Ms. He Yi’s class — the devil herself! I need to run!”

At that moment, Hua You felt like she’d seen the light. The fog had lifted. She finally understood what the system was really trying to do.

Look — getting bitten was clearly just a tactic to build emotional intimacy.
If she could successfully romance Bian Chengyi, then she could shift her fixation away from the college entrance exam and toward Hua You herself. And in the end, they could have a peaceful breakup. What was the big deal? Sacrificing herself a little to complete the mission? Easy.

System: …Well, it’s not the worst idea we’ve seen.

“Host has selected the ‘Romantic Conquest Path’ following completion of the temporary mission. Now entering ‘Target Pursuit Mode.’”
“Difficulty: SSS.”

Hua You, halfway through rounding a corner, nearly crashed into a wall. She managed to catch herself with one hand, panting heavily as she screamed silently at the system in her head:
“WHAT?! Why didn’t you tell me there were different routes?!”

If the system had a body, it would definitely be scratching its head by now.
“Well, the ‘Classmate Care System’ does offer multi-dimensional, customized mission assistance! You could’ve taken the ‘Saintly Savior Route,’ the ‘Divine Redemption Route,’ the ‘Villain vs. Villain Route’… Your current path falls under ‘Shift the Obsession’ — sub-route: Romantic Conquest. It’s an SSS-level hidden route, by the way.”

Hua You: The others sound sketchy too, but mine might actually be the worst.
Whatever. No turning back now.

“Then give me a mission or something! I need some guidance!”
She glanced at the progress bar — still stuck at 5%.
“At this rate, she’ll just throw me out of school the second she gets the chance!”

The system, ever generous in chaos, quickly responded:

“New Task: Execute a ‘Fairy Fall’ to catch your target’s attention.”

Hua You stared at the wall she’d nearly hit.
Can I just go ahead and smash into it now?

Well, she’d almost hit it earlier — surely a delayed reaction was believable? Some people just had slower reflexes, right? She rubbed her forehead, then dramatically dropped to one knee like she was dizzy and struggling to stay upright.

Bian Chengyi, who had been following slowly behind her, stopped in her tracks.
I’ve been through enough today, she thought numbly.

Still, Bian Chengyi had excellent self-control. Besides her pupils slightly contracting and a brief thought that Hua You might be having a hormonal meltdown, she didn’t react. She simply glanced at her watch.
“Didn’t you say yourself we can’t be late for Ms. He’s class? If I help you over there, we’ll both end up standing outside in the cold.”

She furrowed her brow slightly, looking at Hua You’s messy hair from above. For a split second, she felt a twinge of worry — what if she really was hurt? But she quickly shut down the thought. Then she noticed a tiny lag in Hua You’s movements. That told her everything.

“You’d better get up right now and start running again.”

Hua You fumed internally. Easy for you to say — you’re a class officer with excuses and privileges! Me? I’m just a notorious slacker — I’ll get reamed for being late!

Still, her face remained a picture of delicate helplessness. She tilted her head back slightly, cheeks flushed unnaturally, eyes blinking up sweetly:
“Sis… you smell so nice… hug me.”

Now thoroughly regretting every life decision today, Bian Chengyi stood frozen in place.

She turned away like she physically couldn’t take it anymore, paced a few steps in silence, then crouched down and pinched Hua You’s cheek.

“Ow!” Hua You hissed like a startled cat, though she kept her voice low because they were still in school.
“What was that for?!”

“You feel pain? Good. So I’m not dreaming.”
Bian Chengyi nodded thoughtfully, as if the pain confirmed reality.

If Hua You were a cat, her fur would be standing on end by now.
This woman! This Black Lotus! What kind of normal person pinches people like that? And she looks so delicate too!

Hua You watched Bian Chengyi warily, bracing for her next move — but the older girl simply let out a sigh.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” she asked.

Hua You blinked.

But Bian Chengyi didn’t elaborate. It was as if she realized how pointless that question was and immediately regretted saying it. She pressed her lips together, stood up, and — after a moment’s pause — extended a hand toward Hua You.

Like someone offering a cat toy to a spooked kitten.

“Come on. Get up.”

Her tone was soft — but left no room for refusal.

Afraid the Black Lotus might pinch her again, Hua You quickly grabbed the outstretched hand.

But this time, it felt different from when Bian Chengyi had helped her to the infirmary. After the temporary mark and the soothing touch Bian Chengyi had so quickly withdrawn back then, holding her hand now brought a strange, almost magical sensation.

It was like the way a six-year-old girl might need a warm bear hug, or how an anxious student might nervously knead the corner of their test paper. That touch — warm and delicate — made Hua You’s heart skip a beat.

Stop it, Hua You! You’re supposed to be the one seducing her — not the other way around!

She used the hand as leverage to stand up, then quickly yanked it back like she’d been shocked. That abrupt withdrawal made Bian Chengyi feel… a little displeased.

Was physical contact with her that uncomfortable? That embarrassing?

Bian Chengyi suddenly felt her own thoughts becoming foggy. Wasn’t Hua You the one who had always hated her? The one who used to act like merely passing by her was an act of pollution — a streak of bad luck? Why would she expect physical closeness to feel pleasant?

Still… today’s Hua You felt completely different.

It wasn’t simple disgust. It wasn’t just petty rivalry. It was like she had caught a glimpse of a flower blooming quietly in the shadowy corners of someone’s soul — like Hua You was no longer some one-dimensional antagonist in her mind.

She… somehow made her want to laugh.

Of course, it wasn’t affection. Bian Chengyi quickly chalked it all up to the aftereffects of that temporary mark. She still resented Hua You for her past hostility, but she wasn’t the kind to retaliate in the same way. That had always been her moral line.
Still… she had no problem with a little subtle payback — like, say, reminding Ms. Xu that Hua You had once again failed to hand in her homework.

The two of them walked, one behind the other, back to their classroom. The only sound from inside was the loud, booming voice of Ms. He, their biology teacher. The rest of the class was completely silent.

Bian Chengyi glanced back at Hua You, who was lagging a step behind with a slightly pale face. Naturally, she assumed Hua You was anxious about getting scolded. Out of a reluctant sense of compassion, she knocked on the classroom door.

Ms. He opened it with a stern look, her expression less than welcoming. She stopped mid-lecture and glanced at the two of them.
“Oh, so you remember to come back.”
She tossed the chalk down.
“Go stand outside for five minutes and cool off. You’ve already missed seven minutes of a forty-minute class.”

She gave them no chance to explain. Hua You glanced at Bian Chengyi — who, even after being publicly scolded, didn’t react at all. She simply turned and walked outside to stand silently.

Hua You was about to follow when Ms. He’s annoyed voice called out again:
“Take your notebooks with you. What, you think I’m sending you out to enjoy the breeze?”

Great.
Hua You could almost taste the hint of concern under that harsh tone. She smiled brightly.
“Thanks for caring, Ms. He! You’re the best!”

The whole class burst into laughter. Even Ms. He cracked a reluctant smile.
“You’re such a sweet talker, always running your mouth! No wonder your surname’s ‘Hua’ — even a scolding blooms into flowers with you. Go, go, get your notebook and stop wasting my class time.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Hua You chirped, rushing into the room like a gust of wind to grab her things.

As she stepped out again, Bian Chengyi was just walking back to her seat. Her expression was unreadable as always. Her bangs cast a soft shadow over her eyes, hiding every subtle flicker of emotion.

Fang Jinyu, the novel’s original heroine, glanced over at Bian Chengyi with visible concern.

Bian Chengyi bent down to pick up her notebook and gave a tiny shake of her head — a silent reassurance that everything was fine.

For five whole minutes, they stood outside the classroom, face to face, listening to the lesson. It wasn’t particularly cold for spring, so the real torture wasn’t the temperature — it was standing while trying to take notes on the wall.

Hua You found a small ledge by the windowsill to rest her notebook on, but Bian Chengyi was literally just writing directly on the wall.

Hua You glanced at the system and saw the mission progress tick up to 10%. She felt a deep sense of validation — all her dramatic acting and shameless antics were working. So, she decided to strike up a conversation and try pushing it further.

But after glancing around, she couldn’t find a decent topic… so she just blurted out the most random compliment she could think of:
“Wow, Class Rep, even your handwriting looks good on a wall.”

Bian Chengyi’s handwriting was slender, strong, and full of sharp edges — it had that classic ALPHA energy, bold and structured. Hua You actually really liked this kind of script. She’d always imagined Bian Chengyi’s writing would be more delicate and ornate, something like elegant brush calligraphy.

Right then, Bian Chengyi scribbled two large, hurried characters onto the wall:

Shut. Up.

Expressionless, she immediately grabbed her correction tape and erased them.

Undeterred, Hua You edged a little closer and lowered her voice:
“Do you want me to explain it to Ms. He later? That you were late because you were walking me to the infirmary?”

“As long as you don’t release your scent again, none of this matters.”

Bian Chengyi wasn’t the type to use others, but she absolutely didn’t want to be used either. She emphasized the important part again, biting into each word:

“I’m talking about our mixed scent.”

Of course, Hua You knew exactly what she meant. Internally, she was calm — it was perfectly logical — but on the outside, she put on a teary, pitiful face:
“Sister Bian… how could you think of me like that? Boohoo. Of course I’ll be careful with our mixed scent — otherwise, how will you flirt with other OMEGAs in the future?”

If Bian Chengyi had been drinking water at that moment, she would’ve choked and coughed for a full hour. Thankfully, she wasn’t.

Instead, she just shot a sidelong glare at Hua You and said flatly:
“I’m not planning to date anyone right now. Besides, we live in an equal society now — I’m not limited to just OMEGAs.”

What she didn’t say — but almost did — was that she wasn’t planning to fall in love at all. No point giving Hua You more wild ideas.

Naturally, Hua You focused on exactly the wrong part of the sentence:
“Wait, what? Sister Bian… don’t tell me you’re into—???”

Yup. Totally the wrong focus.

Bian Chengyi tried to pull her thoughts back to the biology lecture, but suddenly she couldn’t even write properly. In the end, she decided to just change the subject:
“You’re switching your form of address way too fast. The temporary mark was purely an act of compassion. You should stick to calling me Class Rep.”

That tone — sarcastic, cold, and withering — was something Bian Chengyi had heard for two years. It had practically carved itself into her bones, like a low-grade nightmare that wouldn’t go away.

“Nooope, boohoo.”
Hua You pouted dramatically.
“Sister Bian, I’m calling you Sister Bian forever!”

Meanwhile, in her mind, Hua You was staring eagerly at a glowing confirmation box hovering beside her current mission:

Assign a Unique Nickname to Bian Chengyi
[✓ Confirm]

Come on, she chanted silently, just click confirm… let today’s progress break through 10%!