I Deduce the Female Lead Likes Me [Transmigration into a book] - Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Book
What are the downsides of staying up late?
Open WeChat or Weibo, and countless marketing accounts and popular articles will tell you about liver and kidney failure, or even sudden death in severe cases.
If you scroll through Kou Shuang’s Weibo, you’d find many similar “toxic motivational” posts. Her reposting comments, interspersed with a lot of “hahahaha,” would be: “Oh my god, I really can’t stay up late anymore! I’m still a little fairy!”
But then, you’d immediately notice that her very next post was published at 3 AM, filled with life insights.
Ask Kou Shuang: Why do you persistently and consistently stay up late?
Kou Shuang would yawn and tell you, “Because I’m not sleepy… Besides, I’m used to it.”
She was an unrepentant night owl, claiming she was “cultivating to become an immortal.” No method could get her to sleep before midnight.
“Unless I die!”
That’s what Kou Shuang said.
And then, she really did die.
She stumbled and fell onto the zebra crossing while crossing the road. All her muscles and organs lost control, and all she wanted was to use the ground as a pillow and the sky as a blanket, and have a long, satisfying sleep.
Kou Shuang seemed to smell asphalt and inexplicably thought: It smells so good… Am I dying?
••••
When Kou Shuang woke up, her eyes met a pristine white ceiling. The smell of disinfectant, combined with the white pillowcase and duvet cover, clearly told her she was in a hospital.
Maybe I met a good Samaritan, Kou Shuang thought, then heard rustling voices from behind a curtain.
“…I don’t have any plans to date right now, thank you for your interest.”
“Really, can you really not consider it? I’ll treat you to a movie.”
“Sorry.”
Three sentences, perfectly illustrating a tragic unrequited love.
The voices belonged to two people. The one proposing was a man, with a very ordinary voice, the kind you’d lose in a crowd. Kou Shuang didn’t pay him much mind.
The one refusing was a woman, her voice cool and melodious, like moonlight instantly turning to ice as it touched the ground—crisp and aloof. Kou Shuang was a “voice-con” (someone who loves beautiful voices). The moment she heard it, her heart stirred, and she wondered what the person herself looked like.
After the man was rejected, he paused for a moment and said, “I’m sorry, I was too forward.”
“It’s alright.”
A series of footsteps faded into the distance; the man had likely left.
A moment later, the curtain was pulled open. The woman walked in and sat down in the chair by the window.
Sunlight streamed in from outside the window, landing directly on the woman’s hair.
Kou Shuang could finally get a good look at this woman.
The woman sat up straight, her head slightly bowed, engrossed in a book. Due to the angle, Kou Shuang could only see half of her face, but it was enough to conclude she was “beautiful.” Her waist-length black hair, straight with slightly curled ends, rested softly on her chest, clearly outlining her curves.
Overall, she was a beauty.
Add to that a hint of faint impatience on her expressionless face, and you’d have to add a qualifier.
—A “Bingshan” beauty (iceberg beauty).
Kou Shuang completely understood the man’s abrupt confession. Even though she was also a woman, she could feel the fatal attraction of the person before her.
But what was she doing here, not wearing a white coat or a nurse’s uniform?
And when did hospitals get so quiet?
Kou Shuang moved slightly, and the friction of the low-quality quilt made a faint sound.
The woman looked up at the sound, a hint of worry on her face. “You’re awake?”
Kou Shuang nodded, instinctively asking, “Doctor, who brought me here?”
The woman’s expression turned surprised and puzzled. She tilted her head slightly and asked in a bewildered tone, “‘Doctor’?”
“Uh, or rather, did you bring me here?”
Could she be the good Samaritan?
The woman snapped her book shut and walked towards Kou Shuang, standing at the head of the bed. “Of course it was me. You fainted during the 800-meter physical exam. Don’t you remember?”
800 meters?
This was truly strange. She hadn’t run since her last physical exam in her senior year of college, two years ago. How could she have run 800 meters?
“What the hell, didn’t I faint while crossing the road?”
Kou Shuang’s expression seemed genuine, and the woman finally looked serious. She stared into Kou Shuang’s eyes and asked earnestly, “Kou Shuang, do you still remember who I am?”
Nonsense! I’m meeting you for the first time, of course I can’t “remember”!
This woman was so beautiful that when she gazed at you with such focused attention, you couldn’t think of anything else.
Kou Shuang instinctively replied, “I don’t know.”
How could such a cool and aloof woman have such captivating eyes?
Upon hearing this, the woman frowned, stood up abruptly, and rushed out, fumbling with her phone, seemingly looking for someone in her contacts.
Kou Shuang couldn’t resist shouting to the woman’s retreating back, “What’s your name? Leave your Alipay! I’ll transfer the medical fees to you later!”
The woman had already reached the doorway. Hearing this, she turned back, gave Kou Shuang a meaningful glance, and said, “Song Muxue.”
The woman, having left her name, exited the room, likely having made the call.
Kou Shuang sat in the ward, dumbfounded.
Song Muxue, Kou Shuang?!
No way…
What is this? How can this beautiful stranger have the same name as the female lead in “Snow and Wind’s Gift to Me”?
••••
“Snow and Wind’s Gift to Me” is a famous mystery romance novel from Jinjiang (a Chinese online novel platform), written nearly ten years ago. Although the author disappeared without finishing it, the writing was so captivating that it still has a considerable following today. The female lead, Song Muxue, is intelligent, wise, independent, and strong; she’s a lawyer. The male lead, Zheng Fenglin, is brave and mighty, a criminal police officer overflowing with a sense of justice. The two were deeply compatible, solving many cases together, and had strong “CP” (couple) chemistry.
When this book was popular throughout high schools, Kou Shuang especially liked the male lead, which led to her being mocked by countless classmates. This was because there was a vicious female supporting character in the book with the same name as her, “Kou Shuang,” who tried to steal the male lead, framed the female lead, and committed no small amount of bad deeds, yet was also stupid and clumsy. Almost no reader liked her.
At that time, Kou Shuang weighed a full 130 catties (approx. 143 lbs/65 kg) and was a veritable fat girl. Plus, her fondness for the male lead coincided perfectly with the character design of the “Kou Shuang” in the book.
Everyone said she couldn’t compare to Song Muxue and subjected her to what could be called campus bullying mockery, which hurt the teenage Kou Shuang deeply.
Because of this, she firmly remembered this book and this female lead.
Upon suddenly hearing the name “Song Muxue,” Kou Shuang even suspected she had transmigrated into a book. However, this thought was only fleeting. How could such a miraculous thing really happen? It was all just wishful thinking from web novels.
After a while, Song Muxue re-entered the room, bringing a middle-aged man with her.
“Uncle Kou, Kou Shuang is here, and she says she doesn’t recognize me,” Song Muxue said.
Kou Shuang didn’t recognize this middle-aged man and couldn’t help but ask defensively, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Kou Deqin. You don’t even recognize your dad?” Kou Deqin said, sitting on the edge of the bed and carefully examining Kou Shuang. “Xiaoxue, what was the situation then?”
Kou Deqin?! In “Snow and Wind’s Gift to Me,” Kou Shuang’s father was named Kou Deqin! Is this really transmigration? Or is someone conspiring to trick me?
Kou Shuang’s eyes widened in shock.
“Today was the physical exam. Halfway through the 800-meter run, Kou Shuang suddenly fainted on the ground. A male classmate and I brought her to the infirmary, and when she woke up, she no longer recognized me,” Song Muxue replied meticulously.
Kou Deqin raised his hand and waved it in front of Kou Shuang, saying, “Shuangshuang, do you still remember Dad?”
Kou Shuang was rather speechless. “I lost my memory, I’m not blind…”
No matter what, pretending to have amnesia is the first step for all transmigrated heroines.
Amnesia?
Kou Deqin turned to Song Muxue in surprise and said, “Shuangshuang, tell me honestly, are you just playing a trick on Xiaoxue? Is this fun?”
Wait… What kind of reaction is this? Kou Shuang watched Kou Deqin’s almost angry expression and thought: Was the original Kou Shuang really that manipulative in the novel? Did she often play tricks on Song Muxue?
“I’m not tricking you, really…” Kou Shuang said instinctively.
“Still talking about amnesia? Do people with amnesia know they have amnesia?! Even if you’re messing around with Xiaoxue, you shouldn’t come up with such a shameless trick! Don’t you know, Xiaoxue’s face turned pale when she saw me! You’re an adult now, you need to have some sense! Why do you dislike Xiaoxue so much?!” Kou Deqin said, standing up and pacing around the ward.
Kou Shuang wanted to argue, but seeing Kou Deqin’s demeanor, he clearly wasn’t listening to anything. She could only shut up.
Anyway, they’re just characters in a book. Why care about their emotions? As for transmigrating… maybe I’m just dreaming, and I’ll wake up any second now.
Kou Deqin saw her indifference and became even angrier, pointing at Kou Shuang with “you, you, you” for a long time, unable to curse anything out.
It was Song Muxue who defused the situation, stepping forward and saying to Kou Deqin, “Uncle Kou, Kou Shuang must have missed you too much, which is why she came up with this method. Don’t be angry.”
Kou Deqin looked at Kou Shuang, then at Song Muxue, and finally let out a heavy sigh. “You! Why can’t you learn from Xiaoxue? She’s still speaking up for you even now!”
The contrast between the two made his “disappointed but hoping for better” emotions even more obvious. He pointed his index finger at Kou Shuang a few times, then walked out of the ward without looking back, as if completely despairing of Kou Shuang.
Song Muxue hesitated, looking at Kou Shuang, then pulled herself away to catch up with Kou Deqin.
Kou Shuang sat there, feeling a profound emptiness.
She abruptly fell backward, forgetting she had adjusted her posture, and consequently hit the wall.
“Ah! Ow, ow, ow—” Kou Shuang cried out, clutching her head.
“You didn’t complete your physical exam. You can take a make-up test next week; remember to check the academic affairs website. You won’t be going to the evening social event tonight, right? I’ll ask for leave for you,” Song Muxue appeared at the doorway at some point, speaking in a cold tone.
“Also, if you really dislike me, you don’t have to bother with me. But there’s no need to go to such lengths to even trick Uncle Kou.”