The Cannon Fodder NPC Went Too Far [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
The bell signaling the end of class rang several times. Under the bright streetlights, countless students, carrying backpacks, left their evening self-study session with tired faces and hurried home.
Gu Ao Yu sat in the car, bored, her crossed leg swinging. The driver, clutching the steering wheel, cautiously peeked at Gu Ao Yu’s expression and weakly explained.
“Miss, the boss said Miss Xu should commute to and from school with you from now on.”
“Did I say no?” Gu Ao Yu glanced at the driver, who seemed to be holding his breath waiting for a response, and her expression soured even more.
What kind of sin did the original host commit? Now she has to bear the brunt of everything.
The leaves cast mottled black shadows in the moonlight. As time passed, the once bustling school gate became increasingly quiet. The entire campus was deserted and pitch black, and Xu Lu Xi was nowhere to be seen.
Did those people already make a move on her?
Gu Ao Yu coldly furrowed her brows. Her already cool face gained a few more traces of impatience. She stood up.
Just then, she saw Xu Lu Xi walking alone on the path with her head down. Seeing the only black car left at the entrance, Xu Lu Xi paused, then rushed toward them with her books.
She braked abruptly right in front of the car door, curved her eyes, and smiled at Gu Ao Yu. Under the silvery moonlight, she resembled a swaying small flower, tender and fleeting, exceptionally beautiful.
Gu Ao Yu sat down again, closing her eyes to rest.
Xu Lu Xi’s movement to get in the car paused. She cautiously stared at Gu Ao Yu’s cold profile and bowed several times.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I was late and made you wait. My books…” Xu Lu Xi only managed a few words of explanation before realizing that everything was the doing of the person in front of her. She vaguely skipped the rest, just apologizing profusely.
Gu Ao Yu lifted her eyelids, raised her hand, and tapped on her seat, sternly uttering a few words:
“Get in. Let’s go home.”
“Host, Host, don’t you like the major villain?” The little blue ball sat obediently, letting the Host manipulate it. Gu Ao Yu lowered her eyes, seriously braiding its hair, her fingers moving nimbly.
“No.”
She clearly does.
Xu Lu Xi sat rigidly in her seat, secretly glancing at the closed-eyed Gu Ao Yu several times. Her eyelashes trembled, and there was a cold numbness in her eyes. But when they got out of the car, it instantly vanished, making her frighteningly docile.
The moment she tossed her backpack onto the sofa, a roar erupted throughout the villa.
A middle-aged man sprawled on the sofa with his legs crossed. Under her mother’s gaze, Xu Lu Xi obediently greeted him. Seeing Gu Ao Yu’s arrogant attitude, his eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. He waved his hand and heavily slammed it on the table.
“Gu Ao Yu, what is your attitude? Don’t you even know how to greet your father?”
So similar, practically identical. If that old fossil wasn’t still alive, she would suspect the system had dragged him along too.
Gu Ao Yu stood with her hands in her pockets, coldly scrutinized him for a few moments, secretly marveling.
“Gu Ao Yu!” Gu Zhaoyu’s veins bulged on his face. He violently pushed away Song Yu, who was leaning over to soothe him, and kicked the nearby table. With a loud crash, he took a step toward Gu Ao Yu, his right hand raised high, ready to strike her face.
Gu Ao Yu coldly watched him, extended her hand, and accurately grasped his wrist. Every joint in her fingers was white from the force, deeply embedded in his flesh. The ruthlessness felt as if she intended to crush his bones, instantly stopping his frantic attack. His slap hung in the air, unable to descend even slightly, no matter how hard he tried.
Gu Ao Yu even managed to spare a glance around. Her stepmother, who was feigning to restrain Gu Zhaoyu while adding fuel to the fire with her words; her stepsister, who was timidly watching the battle, unsure what to do; the housekeeper, who held his breath and wished to disappear immediately…
Gu Ao Yu sneered. Gu Zhaoyu’s face was flushed crimson, and he was heavily gasping for air. With age, she was now almost as tall as her father. With similarly robust muscles and equal strength…
She was no longer his punching bag.
Seeing that he truly couldn’t overpower Gu Ao Yu, Gu Zhaoyu violently shook off Gu Ao Yu’s hand. Unable to save face, he pointed to Xu Lu Xi as a comparison, scolding: “Look at Lu Xi, and then look at you. You are always so undisciplined, acting like a little hooligan, not at all like a student.”
“Your teacher called today, complaining to me again. Not only do you skip class, but you also bully other students. I don’t know how your mother and I gave birth to a daughter like you.”
“Don’t mention my mother. You don’t have the right.” Gu Ao Yu’s previously relaxed stance instantly straightened. Her languidly drooping eyelids slowly lifted. The disgust in her eyes was unconcealed, like a tiger awakening from sleep, roaring at him with bared fangs, radiating a murderous hostility.
Xu Lu Xi stood aside, looking lost. She opened her mouth, just about to explain, but her mother secretly pinched her arm. A layer of mist covered her gentle eyes. She pursed her lips and remained silent.
“Gu Ao Yu, how many times have I told you? You are still young and don’t understand anything. Your mother’s death was absolutely not my intention. How long are you going to keep making trouble over this?” The fat on Gu Zhaoyu’s face twisted together, and his muddy eyes even welled up with tears.
“Stop putting on an act. You didn’t even know where you were getting milk when my mother died. Gu Zhaoyu, where is your shame?” Gu Ao Yu glanced at him with disgust, clearly having no desire to argue with him. She grabbed her backpack and walked upstairs without looking back.
Amidst loud crashes, Gu Zhaoyu’s face turned completely red with rage. He picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at her, roaring as he did so: “You wicked girl, you rebellious daughter! You don’t understand even basic respect for elders. Get out of my house!”
“This house has a share that belongs to my mother. Why should I move out?” Gu Ao Yu retorted without looking back, leisurely walking toward her own room.
“The child is still young, she doesn’t know any better. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.” Song Yu quickly held back Gu Zhaoyu’s flailing limbs, carefully helped him to his seat, and softly tried to calm him down.
Gu Zhaoyu complained tearfully to Song Yu. The two quickly found a lot to talk about, and his scolding voice grew even louder.
Only Xu Lu Xi stood obediently in place, staring blankly at Gu Ao Yu’s back.
Gu Ao Yu kicked the sandbag in her room, and still feeling frustrated, she put on her gloves and punched it for several minutes.
Then, covered in sweat, she lay on the bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, a rare moment of emptiness.
Her mother was the gentlest and mildest person she had ever known.
Day after day, year after year, she managed the household and raised the children. Even when Gu Zhaoyu was fooling around outside, her greatest form of protest was merely to plead with him not to do it next time.
Her gentleness and docility were the traits Gu Zhaoyu once loved and was infatuated with, but now they became a sharp dagger aimed at herself.
Blind tolerance and concession would only encourage others to become worse. Perhaps because of Gu Zhaoyu’s increasingly excessive behavior, or perhaps because she herself felt useless, she became depressed and melancholic for many years, finally passing away, leaving Gu Ao Yu alone.
Gu Ao Yu hated her weakness, hated her concession, hated her docility, hated everything about her.
Being docile and obedient meant that the power of life and death lay in the hands of others, meant being bullied and humiliated, and even meant death.
So, she learned to resist early. She smoked, drank, and fought in groups. She beat up bullies and protected the weak. She was the undisputed tyrant within a hundred miles. She had basically done everything a “bad kid” in a teacher’s eyes should do.
She would absolutely never become her mother.
She acted righteously, rescuing women suffering from domestic violence. She raced motorcycles, challenging the speed of the wind. She traversed rainforests, climbed snow-capped mountains, and wandered in deserts, yet still hadn’t found a moment that made her heart twitch again.
Her steady breathing and orderly heartbeat mocked her constantly. Even if you live as the complete opposite of your mother, it’s still useless.
Boring.
Gu Ao Yu languidly drooped her eyebrows and kicked her backpack. The neatly packed books clattered onto the floor.
She extended her leg and kicked her math book far away, then stared blankly at the messy desk in front of her.
Xu Lu Xi, the person who looked almost exactly like her mother in temperament, would, years later, burn bodies and eliminate evidence, becoming a mass murderer.
The other opposite of her mother.
She wanted to see her ending herself.
Gu Ao Yu picked up the books again, carefully wiped them clean, and then knocked on Xu Lu Xi’s room door.
At Xu Lu Xi’s gentle reply, Gu Ao Yu pushed her door open.
The sight that greeted her was the crowded desk, which occupied the center of the room. The desktop was piled high with textbooks, exercise books, and test papers for various subjects. An eye-caring desk lamp emitted a soft light, illuminating an open notebook filled with her dense notes.
The wall beside the desk was covered with all kinds of study materials: a countdown to the college entrance exam, English vocabulary lists, and mind maps of knowledge points.
Gu Ao Yu felt a headache just glancing at it. She placed her brand-new textbooks on the floor, then lowered her eyes to tidy up the wrinkled, damp books that were currently drying on the floor.
Xu Lu Xi was stunned for a moment, and Gu Ao Yu had already swiftly collected her books.
“New ones. They’re for you, consider it an apology.” Although the incident wasn’t her doing, since she had occupied the original host’s body, she would bear all the guilt and consequences herself.
Xu Lu Xi stood helplessly aside, waving her hands, unsure how to respond, and could only accept the books she offered.
Flipping through a few pages, she frowned, looking at Gu Ao Yu as if she had something to say. The pages were pristine white, without a single crease or ink stain, clearly indicating that the book’s original owner had never even opened it.
“Then I will take good notes and return them to you.” Xu Lu Xi curved her eyes, giving a gentle smile. A thread of smile spread from her eyes and lips, neither flamboyant nor noisy, as gentle and compliant as the most pleasant spring breeze. She accepted her kindness.
“Xu Lu Xi!” Gu Ao Yu frowned and took a step toward her, abruptly calling out her name as she stood in front of her.
“What is it, Ao Yu?” Xu Lu Xi blinked, tilting her head in confusion.
Such a good student appearance. It really made her wonder if the mass-murdering villain who destroyed corpses in the original book was really her.