The Frail, Alluring O Always Wants Me to Mark Her (GL) - Chapter 9: 09
Zhu Lexing hadn’t expected Yan Mian to respond to her.
If she could, she would have liked to just say it and run, playing dead to the end.
But according to the original owner’s personality, since she had already shown up, she would definitely not act like a timid quail afterward.
Moreover, “Zhu Lexing” knew Song Yun; it was only right and proper to greet the other party.
As Zhu Lexing weighed her options, Song Yun had already withdrawn her gaze from Yan Mian and calmly poured two cups of tea.
One for Zhu Lexing.
The other landed in front of Yan Mian.
This could also be considered “keeping the guest” in another sense.
“Lexing sometimes says things that aren’t very pleasant. Don’t take it to heart.”
“Regardless, your health is the top priority,” Song Yun said. “You wouldn’t want Mr. Zhu to keep worrying, right?”
If Zhu Lexing was straightforward and disdained to hide her thoughts, Song Yun was the “bitter ploy,” speaking softly but subtly urging you to conform to her ideas.
Yan Mian understood that the other party was on Zhu Lexing’s side, and for a moment, this discovery made her suspect Song Yun’s intentions.
If it were truly as Song Yun said, that she was specifically caring for Yan Mian because of Zhu Lin, why hadn’t she come before? Why choose such an ambiguous time?
But if the other party was acting at Zhu Lexing’s request, everything made sense.
Was Zhu Lexing so afraid of her complaining to Zhu Lin?
Footsteps approached. In her peripheral vision, Zhu Lexing sat on the sofa diagonally opposite.
Yan Mian’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She suppressed all thoughts, lowered her head to drink her tea, and remained silent.
Zhu Lexing sensed the awkwardness and, without giving Song Yun a chance to speak, directly dismissed her: “It’s late, Dr. Song, do you have anything else? If not—”
“Yes, I do.” Song Yun’s voice was gentle. “The form I left for you last time, before I left, have you filled it out?”
Zhu Lexing: ?!
She was careless.
She never expected Song Yun to actually have a reason, and she was choked up for a moment.
Fortunately, the original owner was already unruly and prone to forgetfulness, so Zhu Lexing quickly reacted and casually said, “I forgot where I put it.”
Saying “forgot” meant she hadn’t filled it out.
Song Yun could hear the implied meaning. Given her status, she wouldn’t deliberately create an unpleasant situation.
But her gaze still thoughtfully lingered on Zhu Lexing for a few seconds, and she smiled: “Is that so?”
Zhu Lexing thought she had gotten away with it and was about to respond when she heard Song Yun cheerfully announce: “It’s alright, I brought another copy today.”
“Little Yan, you fill one out too, okay?”
Zhu Lexing: “…”
Since it had come to this, Zhu Lexing could only watch as Song Yun pulled a form from her bag—
It was called a form, but the pages were extremely thick, comparable to a book.
A “Symptom Checklist-90 (SCL-90)” was placed in front of Zhu Lexing. She looked down, her pupils immediately dilating in shock, and at the same time, she recalled Song Yun’s identity.
In the original text, Song Yun wasn’t called Song Yun; she was only referred to as “the psychologist” throughout the novel.
The original owner knew her personality was too paranoid, but most of her friends were descendants of influential officials. Even if she looked down on them, it was impossible to publicly insult them or vent her grievances. She found Song Yun simply to have someone to talk to and vent freely.
The household servants were unaware of Song Yun’s true identity, only calling her “doctor,” and wouldn’t gossip. The driver was also on Zhu Lexing’s side and wouldn’t actively inform Zhu Lin, which allowed it to be kept secret.
But after Yan Mian came to the Zhu family, Zhu Lexing finally found a platform that she could control and vent on at all times.
The line with Song Yun naturally ended there, and there was no further mention of her.
Her plotline was brief, and Zhu Lexing naturally overlooked it. It wasn’t until she recalled it now that the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
Why are all you rich people so complicated?
The twist came unexpectedly.
It also suddenly made Yan Mian unable to confirm Song Yun’s stance.
She looked blankly at Zhu Lexing, only to see the girl’s complex expression. This was a subconscious act. Their gazes met in mid-air, and the next second, they both looked away.
Song Yun took everything in, stood up, and smiled gently: “Next time I come, I hope Lexing won’t lose the form again.”
Regardless, Yan Mian’s physical examination was set, which meant the task was completed. Zhu Lexing suppressed all her thoughts, sneering coldly: “Got it.”
Ending the conversation, Yan Mian saw Song Yun off. “Seeing her off” simply meant walking a few extra steps.
Outside the villa, the night lights stretched their figures. Before getting into the car, Song Yun turned and handed Yan Mian a business card: “Contact me anytime if you need anything.”
Yan Mian couldn’t discern whether this Beta in front of her was friend or foe, but she needed someone to help her, even if it was just to pass messages to Zhu Lin.
She needed every possibility.
Without much hesitation, Yan Mian took the business card: “Thank you.”
Song Yun said, “I haven’t helped you with anything yet, why thank me?”
Yan Mian was a little startled.
Saying “thank you” had become her subconscious behavior, just as “sorry” had become a habit.
Song Yun looked up at the Zhu family home.
Inside, it was brightly lit, the whole house illuminated. But Zhu Lexing was not among them, instead standing quietly outside the door, untouched by any light.
Her gaze was calm, looking directly over, as if scrutinizing something.
Song Yun shifted her gaze and then said to Yan Mian, “You don’t have to fill out the form, but don’t fill it out for Lexing.”
Yan Mian recovered from her surprise and lowered her eyes: “I understand. Thank you, Dr. Song.”
After the car drove away, Yan Mian remained standing there.
Zhu Lexing finished listening to their conversation through the system. Before Yan Mian turned around, she took the form and returned to her room.
The first thing Zhu Lexing did upon returning to her room was to search. After confirming that there was an identical, but dusty, form, she fell into thought.
According to Song Yun, during their last meeting, she had left a detailed psychological test form for the original owner.
The original owner didn’t fill it out, so that connection was broken.
But because of her sudden request today, the connection with Song Yun was inadvertently re-established.
Zhu Lexing asked the system a few more questions, but it also knew very little about Song Yun.
Right, its understanding of this world was based on the original work, just like Zhu Lexing’s.
But the original owner didn’t fill it out, so that line was broken.
But because of Zhu Lexing’s sudden request today, this line was inadvertently reconnected.
She asked the system a few questions, only to find that it also knew very little about Song Yun.
Zhu Lexing: [So, your understanding of characters is also based on the original work?]
The system did not answer.
Zhu Lexing felt more and more that the system was unreliable, but since it was already bound, there was no way to unbind it. She could only take things one step at a time.
Staring at the form for a few seconds, Zhu Lexing decided to slack off.
One day of freedom is a day of freedom! Until my points are spent, no one can make me do the main quest.
Zhu Lexing flopped back onto the bed and rolled over.
She had barely enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere for long when she opened the novel interface, wanting to see readers’ discussions about Song Yun to get some inspiration.
She had also noticed when checking for updates that afternoon that the novel’s update speed didn’t depend on the number of days, but on how many plot points she had experienced.
When the plot was in place, the work would update in real time.
The new chapter, published a few minutes earlier, detailed Zhu Lexing’s experiences that day.
School anniversary, Lin Yang, Yan Mian and Li Nian, Song Yun…
Zhu Lexing skimmed the first few paragraphs like a casual log until two familiar names flashed before her eyes. She quickly flipped back a few pages and was shocked to discover that Yan Mian actually hadn’t refused the school anniversary arrangement!
The story primarily followed “Zhu Lexing’s” perspective, occasionally also writing Yan Mian’s internal monologues.
She finished reading Yan Mian’s self-analysis. While she could understand it, Lin Yang had already appeared. Since the other party was a malicious female antagonist, once she appeared, she would definitely act against Yan Mian.
According to normal logic, the school anniversary would be a good opportunity for Lin Yang. In plain sight, Yan Mian would be embarrassed. According to “Zhu Lexing’s” personality, she would naturally become furious, leading to her further neglect of Yan Mian, and so on.
But thinking this far, Zhu Lexing realized that if Lin Yang truly wanted to frame Yan Mian at the school anniversary, it would actually be a good opportunity.
As long as it was arranged properly, Yan Mian wouldn’t be harmed, there would be human and physical evidence, Lin Yang would be humiliated, and things would be peaceful for a short time.
More importantly, arranging a stage play meant that the two could be together all the time during after-school hours, allowing Zhu Lexing to take good care of her.
If she didn’t participate, Zhu Lexing couldn’t follow Yan Mian around 24/7, and Lin Yang might still frame her.
Weighing the options, Zhu Lexing convinced herself and chose the former.
This time, she finally lay down peacefully. When she woke up again, Yan Mian had already left. According to the servant, Song Yun came to pick her up for the hospital at seven o’clock.
She’s quite attentive.
Having had limited contact, Zhu Lexing couldn’t tell if Song Yun was good or bad.
But black cat or white cat, the one who doesn’t cause her trouble is a good cat.
After just making it to morning self-study, Zhu Hang came to talk to Zhu Lexing, and the topic was still about the school anniversary celebration.
It was clear that Zhu Hang was a little “afraid” of Zhu Lexing. His attitude towards her was comparable to that of a leader, every word, whether spoken or not, had to be repeatedly pondered.
Yan Mian’s agreement was one thing, but what about Zhu Lexing?
The activity arranged by Zhu Lin meant the decision-making power naturally rested with Zhu Lexing.
Zhu Lexing said, “I don’t have any specific ideas.”
Zhu Hang’s eyes lit up: “Meaning, you agree?”
Zhu Lexing nodded, and Zhu Hang began to explain the process. Strictly speaking, she and Yan Mian were only the organizers for Class 1. There were eight classes in total for the second year, four classes per group, with three students from each class participating in arranging the performance. The organizers were also among them, which meant they only needed to choose one more.
This person, chosen by Zhu Lexing, was naturally Song Yingying.
The reason was simple.
She only knew Song Yingying.
Zhu Hang didn’t ask for more reasons, simply saying, “You can discuss it with Yan Mian.”
The first two periods in the morning were rehearsal time. After leaving the office, Zhu Lexing mentioned this to Song Yingying.
The girl’s face was full of innocence. Upon hearing Zhu Lexing choose her, she showed clear panic: “Why me?”
The real reason was too impolite, so Zhu Lexing casually said, “Because you have talent, you’re a promising individual.”
Song Yingying’s eyes widened: “…………!”
It was her first time being complimented like this, and her heart couldn’t help but beat faster. But after seeing Zhu Lexing’s face clearly, her restless heart, like a frightened deer, calmed down.
Remembering Yan Mian, who hadn’t come to class, Song Yingying whispered, “Yan Mian, she—”
Yan Mian’s illness had not been publicly disclosed at school.
Zhu Lexing knew Yan Mian was strong-willed and wouldn’t mention it herself, so she just said, “She has something going on. She’ll be here this afternoon.”
Song Yingying’s gaze looked untrusting, but in the end, she didn’t say much.
The rehearsal location was set in the dance studio.
The windows were bright and clean. When Zhu Lexing pushed the door open, many people had already gathered inside the dance studio. In the center of the crowd, a tall girl was doing leg stretches. Her long hair flowed freely. When she tensed her leg and bowed slightly, she looked like a swan spreading its wings.
Zhu Lexing noticed Li Nian’s figure in the crowd.
Perhaps Yan Mian had forewarned her. After seeing Zhu Lexing, Li Nian didn’t show hostility or aggressively question Yan Mian, but she still quietly moved slightly to the side, wanting to distance herself from Zhu Lexing.
Among them were “friends” Zhu Lexing knew, who greeted her one after another. Through the system, Zhu Lexing knew these people belonged to Zhu Lexing’s “little sister group,” and their relationship wasn’t particularly close, so there wasn’t much risk of being exposed.
Zhu Lexing responded sincerely. The girl, Xu He, who was met with her gentle gaze, quickly turned her face away: “Qiao Qiao, Lexing is here.”
“So she’s here,” Qiao Qiao, who was stretching, adjusted her earphones and said carelessly, “Am I supposed to set off fireworks to welcome her? Is there really a need to be so fawning?”
Zhu Lexing: !
Daring to speak like this meant she was of the same social standing as Zhu Lexing, or even higher.
Was there such a spirited character in the original novel? How did I not know?
System: [There is also opposition within the same social stratum.]
Qiao Qiao was one of them.
She had a cool personality and disliked clique-building the most, but Zhu Lexing was extremely fond of this kind of formalism, hence Qiao Qiao’s much dissatisfaction with Zhu Lexing.
Xu He, being rebutted like that, couldn’t help but feel annoyed: “Fawning people see fawning in everything others say.”
Qiao Qiao smirked, about to retort, when Zhu Lexing cut in abruptly and stiffly: “I was late, it’s my fault.”
“Qiao Qiao, long time no see.”
Zhu Lexing turned her face to Qiao Qiao, slightly curving her lips into a genuine smile.
It was Qiao Qiao’s first time hearing Zhu Lexing admit her mistake, and she was startled.
After a few seconds, she put her leg down and sneered, “A weasel paying a New Year’s call to a chicken. Who was it that said they wanted to perform a stage play? Let’s talk about the script. There aren’t many days left, don’t waste time.”
Li Nian raised her hand and began to enthusiastically share her ideas.
Yan Mian wasn’t there, so Zhu Lexing wasn’t interested in this segment. She zoned out and began looking at the comments section.
[Unique (-29): How is Lin Yang’s entrance so masochistic…? Don’t love too much, I’m telling you.]
[1L: Too bad the dominant ones love normal people, and the submissive ones love psychos.]
[2L: You say you loved someone you shouldn’t have…]
[3L: Why is everyone so accepting of the evil female lead? I’m new to this and really can’t like Lin Yang.]
[4L: Because the author writes the protagonist as more psychotic than the evil female lead (softly) It’s already become a chaotic mess.]
[Love You (-1): Is Song Yun a new character? Her character design looks pretty trendy, doctor + gentle big sister, too bad she’s a Beta. If she were an Alpha, I could lightly ship a redemption arc!]
[1L: LOL, do you want to ship a story, or do you just want to see a chaotic mashup?]
[2L: Redeem whom? The psycho or the poor little thing?]
[3L: I already said the official pairing won’t be broken or reversed, aren’t you guys annoying with your random shipping?]
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[R (0): Checked in.]
[Can this get you? (100): TLDR: Today there were five instances of eye contact, Zhu Lexing didn’t get her act together.]
[1L: @Zhu Lexing when will you forcibly kiss Yan Mian? I’ve seen too much pure love and I’m a bit impatient. I want something more twisted.]
[2L: @Zhu Lexing when will you fall in love with Yan Mian?]
[3L: @Zhu Lexing when will you do… Oh, she’s not an adult yet, never mind!]
Zhu Lexing was utterly speechless. When she turned off her phone, she realized the dance studio had turned into a battlefield.
The other two classes were not satisfied with Li Nian’s arrangements and began to argue, each sticking to their own ideas. Li Nian had no status or background, and couldn’t say much in such a gathering of rich young ladies, so she had to back down.
Qiao Qiao sat to the side, having been merely an observer. It wasn’t until the atmosphere reached its peak that she suddenly said, “Zhu Lexing, what about you? Since you’re involved, why aren’t you saying anything?”
Zhu Lexing: “…”
A stage play. Zhu Lexing had never performed anything so “artsy” in her previous life. Now that she had transmigrated, she had everything she should and shouldn’t have.
She racked her brain for a moment and said, “Stage plays, aren’t they always about princes and princesses? Wouldn’t it be fine to just perform one of those?”
As her words fell, everyone in the dance studio suddenly fell silent, their gazes unanimously shifting to Zhu Lexing’s face.
Zhu Lexing: ?
Although princes and princesses are cliché, it can’t be that bad, right?
This time, without Qiao Qiao having to prompt, someone already asked, “What are princes and princesses?”
Zhu Lexing: ?
System explained: [Due to differences in worlds, the level of civilization in each story also varies. This world has no noble traditions, nor does it have fairy tales.]
Zhu Lexing never imagined that upon transmigrating, she would also get a plagiarism script.
But while others plagiarized from ancient and modern classics, what was she doing plagiarizing Hans Christian Andersen? “I Rely on Modifying Fairy Tales to Become a God in a Future World”?
Zhu Lexing was greatly perplexed.
Zhu Lexing was greatly shocked.
But since things had come to this, Zhu Lexing could only say, “You want to know?”
Qiao Qiao snorted coldly: “Suit yourself.”
Zhu Lexing: “I didn’t say I wouldn’t tell you—”
The more she spoke, the more it sounded like a tongue twister. Zhu Lexing stopped herself in time. Instead of introducing the fairy tale system to everyone, she directly used “Cinderella” as an example: “Suppose there’s an Omega girl from a declining noble family whose mother died, and her father remarried. Her stepmother and stepsisters are utterly cruel to her. What do you think her life will be like afterward?”
Qiao Qiao pondered for a moment and said, “At nineteen, she discovers she got the wrong test report, awakens 3S Alpha attributes, and burns her entire family down with her powers.”
Zhu Lexing: “…”
In the original novel, ABO classification wasn’t divided into ranks, but some people in this world developed their own related settings. A 3S bloodline was equivalent to the modern “Phoenix Ascendant” trope, completely invincible in all aspects.
Zhu Lexing thought Qiao Qiao had read too many fantasy power-up novels and looked at Xu He.
Xu He thought for a while, then tentatively said, “Is it that after running away for many years, the Dragon King returns, repays all the suffering he once endured, and then burns his entire family down?”
Zhu Lexing: “…”
How come there’s also a Dragon King’s return in this world?
Zhu Lexing couldn’t understand their enthusiasm for arson, feeling overwhelmed. She could only pin her hopes on Song Yingying, hoping she was a normal person.
Song Yingying did not disappoint. She slowly opened her mouth: “You just mentioned love… the protagonist should meet a truly wonderful Omega, and after holding hands, hugging, and falling in love with them—”
Zhu Lexing blinked. Song Yingying, feeling a little embarrassed under her gaze, said softly, “Borrowing the other person’s influence, she burns the entire family down.”
Author’s Note:
Lexing seeing the form: What kind of form needs me to fill it out myself! Trash it!
Lexing after hearing everyone’s twisted stories: …Everyone loves arson so much, why aren’t they considered “arsonists of hearts”? Roughly speaking, it’s a love story, locked in, I ship it!
While writing this chapter, I was reacting with my friend the whole time: I’m writing something very new ()
Let’s get absurd and let loose… Hands together! Entering a brand new fairy tale (not really) story.
Lexing’s true nature is still a pure high school girl. This setting won’t be mentioned much, just used as an overpowered, absurd, universally adored, satisfying element.