[Quick Transmigration] Taking the Mission to Save the Female Supporting Characters (GL) - Chapter 6: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Role in the Dating Show World (6)

Chapter 6: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Role in the Dating Show World (6)

Guan Yue parked the motorcycle outside the school gate, instantly drawing students’ attention.

“Isn’t that Teacher Yu?”

“Who’s the cool long-legged lady dropping her off? So badass!”

Song Lingshu shakily got off the back, her hair a mess from the wind. She tried fixing it, found it tangled, and looked at Guan Yue resentfully. “Commander, don’t you have a spare helmet?”

“Nope.”

Guan Yue thought to herself, I never carry passengers. You’re lucky to get a ride, and you’re asking for a helmet?

Song Lingshu: “Time to get one.”

“Why?”

“Because the traffic police are coming.” Song Lingshu pointed behind her with regret.

Guan Yue turned, saw a traffic cop on a bike approaching, and her face darkened.

“Oh, class time! I’m off. I’ll make it up to you tonight!” Song Lingshu waved and ran into the campus.

Guan Yue paid the fine, glanced at the woman sprinting away with messy hair, and couldn’t help but laugh.

Rarely late, she arrived at the company to employees asking if something was wrong.

Guan Yue was secretly glad the show’s cameras only filmed in the villa, not at work. If her getting chased by a cop for a fine aired, how could she face her staff?

After a meeting, her secretary brought documents to sign and asked about the filming to plan accordingly.

After a brief discussion, as the secretary was leaving, Guan Yue stopped her. “Wait… go buy something for me.”

…

Song Lingshu had a full afternoon of classes. During a break, she saw several missed calls from “Dad.”

She’d almost forgotten Yu Qin’s family situation.

Her parents divorced early, each starting new families. Custody went to her dad, but he soon had another daughter with her stepmom, so Yu Qin was often sent to live with her mom, supposedly to visit.

But her mom remarried a wealthy man with two kids of his own. Living cautiously, her mom didn’t dare prioritize Yu Qin.

Like a ball, Yu Qin was passed back and forth, growing up unwanted. Once independent, her dad started asking for “support money.”

The original Yu Qin was obedient, cooking big meals when called home, enduring fake concern before they revealed their true intent—complaining about joblessness, no pension, and subtly asking for living expenses.

It was never much, just a thousand or so, the cost of a couple of skipped meals for Yu Qin, so she always complied.

But over time, she wanted to refuse. In this call, she declined a dinner invite, leading to repeated calls that disrupted her mood during filming. Her cold expressions were caught on camera, and with malicious editing, it looked like she was rude to everyone.

As she pondered, the phone rang again. Song Lingshu answered, hearing a falsely caring voice. “Qin Qin, we watched your show! Got time lately? Your aunt wants to have dinner to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” Song Lingshu asked innocently.

“Your show appearance.”

“It’s been airing for weeks. Only celebrating now?” Song Lingshu said.

“Oh, we’ve been busy. As soon as we saw you on the show, we called right away. Your sister misses you too; it’s been ages since you came home,” Yu ZhengHu said with a laugh. “Free tonight? We made your favorite eggplant with garlic sauce.”

“Eggplant with garlic sauce? I’m tired of it every time,” Song Lingshu said. “How about some dishes I like?”

“Sure, what do you like?”

“I want spicy crayfish and Buddha jumps over the wall.”

“…Since when do you like those? They’re so time-consuming.” And expensive.

“I’ve always liked them; you just never made them. If it’s too much trouble, I won’t bother you and Aunt. I’ve got class.” Song Lingshu was about to hang up, counting down in her head. At two, he quickly agreed.

“No problem! Whatever my daughter wants, I’ll make it happen! You must come tonight!” Yu ZhengHu gritted his teeth, figuring he’d spend on the dish to keep her hooked.

“Great.” Song Lingshu ended the call, idly swiped her phone, and saw the show’s group chat. She sent Guan Yue a friend request.

No response came, so she headed to class.

In the evening, Guan Yue finished work, saw the request, paused, and accepted it, sending an emoji. Getting no reply, she checked Song Lingshu’s Moments.

Visible for three days, but an hour and a half ago, she posted:

Want to treat Commander Guan to dinner to apologize. Will she say yes?

Guan Yue screenshot it and sent: [? Only visible to me?]

[Smart, huh.]

Smart, my foot.

Guan Yue: [Why not just tell me? Why post it so indirectly?]

Song Lingshu: [Scared a busy person like you wouldn’t see my message or would reject me outright. A Moments post means you checked it! 90% chance you’ll say yes.]

Not wrong.

Commander Guan: [What’s for dinner?]

Song Lingshu: [My treat, your choice. Anything you want!]

Guan Yue wasn’t hungry, so she decided to pick her up at school and figure out food together.

Twenty minutes later, she rode to the school gate, spotting a tall woman by a signpost, hair in a bun, carrying a canvas bag, looking like a lively student, not the scheming green tea netizens described.

The setting sun cast a warm yellow glow on her face, making her look radiant and beautiful.

“Commander Guan!” Song Lingshu waved, jogging over. “You got here quick.”

“What’s for dinner?” Guan Yue asked.

“Anything you’re craving?”

Guan Yue shook her head.

“Then get off, let’s hit the food street! There’s tons of good, cheap food near the university!”

Song Lingshu hadn’t eaten around a campus in ages, excited like a twenty-something goofball, dragging Guan Yue around, wanting to try everything.

Guan Yue suspected she was just there to carry candied haw, rice cakes, pancakes, and grilled noodles.

“Want barbecue?” Song Lingshu pointed at a barbecue shop. “Students say this place is great.”

“Let’s go.” Guan Yue would eat anything just to sit down.

It was peak dining time, the place packed, but they snagged the last two seats, avoiding a wait.

After ordering, Song Lingshu looked at the snacks they’d bought. “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t like them?”

“Not clean,” Guan Yue said. Raised strictly, she wasn’t allowed to eat street food near schools, especially snacks covered in dust with questionable oil.

“You’re right, street food isn’t the cleanest,” Song Lingshu agreed, then bit into a potato pancake.

“…Then why are you eating it?” Guan Yue frowned.

“We’re different. You value your life; I’m…”

“Reckless?”

Song Lingshu laughed. “I’m cherishing life in my own way. Ever heard of method acting?”

“Yeah,” Guan Yue said suspiciously. “You want to be an actress?”

“Nope, I’m living the moment.” She was practically dead anyway, so she’d enjoy now. If she got fat, ugly, or food poisoning, the system could fix it, right? Hehe.

[System: …Don’t even think I’ll clean your stomach or fix your figure!]

Ignoring the system, Song Lingshu peeled the candied haw wrapper, bit one, and exclaimed, “Haven’t had this in ages. So good! Want to try?”

Guan Yue shook her head. Song Lingshu held the candied haw to her face. Frowning, Guan Yue looked at it, then at Song Lingshu’s eager expression, and slowly, seriously bit one.

“How is it? Does it taste good?” Song Lingshu asked eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“It’s okay.”

“Hey, you’re being so tsundere. If you like it, just admit it!”

“…I’m not being tsundere.” Guan Yue instinctively retorted, then asked, “What does tsundere even mean?”

“It’s exactly what you’re doing.” Song Lingshu’s eyes crinkled with laughter, her hands propping up her chin as she gazed at her without blinking. “Commander Guan, you’re so cute.”

Cough cough—

Guan Yue nearly choked on her own saliva. She’d been called cool, beautiful, but never cute. Cute? Did that word even apply to her?

She looked at the other woman speechlessly but froze—the beauty’s eyes under the lamplight were burning, so clear and pure, like they’d been washed by spring water. For a moment, she couldn’t bear to look away.

Thankfully, the waiter came to serve the food, and in the end, both of them ate until they were stuffed. Song Lingshu, rubbing her belly, supported Guan Yue as they left.

After a few steps, her phone rang. She found a quiet alley and answered it.

“Hey, Qin Qin, the food’s all ready. Why aren’t you back yet?” Yu Zheng asked.

Guan Yue, standing nearby, suddenly saw Song Lingshu lean against the wall, her forehead veins slightly bulging, her face contorted in pain as she clutched her stomach and said into the phone, “My stomach hurts so bad. I can’t make it. What do I do?”

“What’s wrong with your stomach? Come back quick, we’ll take you to the hospital.”

“I’m already at People’s Hospital, haven’t paid yet. Just come straight here. Gotta go, it hurts.” Song Lingshu groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Guan Yue looked at her in shock, but after hanging up, Song Lingshu casually brushed the hair from her forehead, completely fine.

“Nothing, just a little acting.” Song Lingshu was calm as ever.

“Your stomach…” Guan Yue eyed her up and down.

“It’s fine, I was faking it.” Song Lingshu then called Yu Qin’s mom, repeating the same act, this time adding fake sweat for effect. Even without a video call, it felt so real that Guan Yue, standing nearby, was dumbfounded.

“That was for my parents,” Song Lingshu said, shaking her phone. Seeing the confusion in Guan Yue’s eyes, she grinned. “If even one of them shows up at the hospital tonight, I’ll take care of them for life.”

Guan Yue roughly guessed the reason but, respecting her privacy, didn’t pry. She just confirmed again, “You’re really okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Song Lingshu patted her chest. Noticing the time, she realized it was getting late—she had to head back to the villa for the reality show.

The two strolled through the evening breeze to the parking lot. Song Lingshu excitedly ran to the motorcycle, touching it with glee, when a sleek black helmet appeared in front of her.

She looked up—Guan Yue had already put on her own, so this one was clearly for her!

“Commander Guan, you’re too good!” Song Lingshu wanted to hug her right then and there.

“I just don’t want to get chased by traffic cops for fines again,” Guan Yue said, pretending to be calm.

Song Lingshu put on the helmet, happily hopping onto the back seat. She wrapped her arms around Guan Yue’s waist, unable to resist measuring it with her hands. “Wow! Your waist is so slim!”

“!”

Guan Yue’s body stiffened. She turned back, glaring. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Song Lingshu saluted playfully, then obediently held onto her waist. The engine roared, and they sped off into the wind.

Her sleeves flapped in the breeze, the night air cool and refreshing. But then her stomach started acting up, cramping painfully.

She called out to Commander Guan, but the wind was too loud, and with both of them wearing helmets, Guan Yue didn’t hear.

She squeezed Guan Yue’s waist again, but the other woman seemed to ignore her.

As the bike hit a bumpy patch, Song Lingshu felt like she was about to throw up. In a panic, she reached up and accidentally pressed her hand against Guan Yue’s left chest.

The next second, the bike screeched to a stop on the roadside.

Guan Yue’s face flushed red, then paled. She yanked off her helmet, her hair spilling over her shoulders. She turned to confront Song Lingshu, but saw her stumble off the bike, collapse weakly under a nearby tree, and slump down.

Alarmed, Guan Yue rushed over. Song Lingshu was sweating, her face pale, retching. Guan Yue immediately called 120.

At the hospital, tests confirmed acute gastroenteritis.

After all the fuss, it was late. Song Lingshu stared at the IV drip by her bed, whining, “All that food tonight, wasted.”

“You’ve got the nerve to say that? Eating so much, I told you not to eat street food.”

“Sorry for holding you up. You should go,” Song Lingshu said, a bit guilty.

“You’re staying here alone?”

“Yeah, no problem. I’m used to going to the hospital alone.”

Guan Yue left the room. Song Lingshu lay back, wondering what she ate that caused this.

She was about to ask the system if there was a one-click health recovery option when she heard footsteps. Guan Yue walked in, carrying a foldable bed.

“What’s this?”

“Shut up.” Guan Yue frowned, setting up the bed beside her and lying down, staring at the ceiling. “Rest early. I’ll leave in the morning.”

“Commander, you’re so good, I don’t even know how to thank you.” Song Lingshu was deeply touched. She reached out with her free hand, grabbing Guan Yue’s. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you right from now on.”

“…?” That sounded weirder by the second.

Worried about hurting her IV hand, Guan Yue didn’t pull away, letting her hold on. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. The hand-holding was awkward, but she didn’t say anything.

Soon, the doctor came to change the IV. Guan Yue was about to get up when she heard Song Lingshu whisper, “Doctor, what did I eat that upset my stomach? Could it be the candied hawthorn?”

“You overate, so it’s hard to pinpoint one food. Candied hawthorn? It’s not impossible.”

Suddenly, Song Lingshu shook Guan Yue awake.

“Commander Guan, go get checked! The candied hawthorn might be bad!”

“If it was bad, I’d already know. Lie down.” Guan Yue pushed her back onto the bed, staring firmly. “Sleep, got it?”

“Okay…” Song Lingshu looked at her pitifully. It’d been a while since anyone ordered her to sleep like that. Her lips curved into a smile as she patted the empty spot beside her. “The foldable bed’s not comfy. Wanna sleep here?”

Guan Yue’s heart skipped a beat—sneaky little trickster! Her schemes were getting bolder!