The White Moonlight Supporting Character Only Wants to Seduce the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 39

After spending two days exploring Eshan City, Jiang Yushu took Fu Qingyun home.

 

This world was far more advanced than the previous ABO world. Fu Qingyun’s residency was quickly processed.

 

Jiang Yushu’s immediate challenge was enrolling Fu Qingyun in school.

 

On the surface, Fu Qingyun appeared to be only eight years old. However, Jiang Yushu knew very well that the child was far too advanced for elementary school.

 

Yet, because this world’s educational system was so well-established, skipping grades proved to be a complicated matter.

 

First Primary School, Principal’s Office

 

The principal gazed at the sixth-grade test paper with a complex expression. It was undoubtedly a perfect score. He looked up at the child standing before him, head bowed as she operated the computer.

 

“Ms. Jiang, this child is remarkably intelligent, but… I only have the authority to advance her to the sixth grade.”

 

Jiang Yushu sighed. “Isn’t that essentially sentencing Yunyun to prison?”

 

“Is there no other way?”

 

Given Fu Qingyun’s current knowledge, she could easily enter university directly. Jiang Yushu recalled a scene from their earlier visit to the orphanage.

 

Just as she stepped inside, she saw a young boy clinging to the Omega’s leg, saying, “Fu Qingyun is a monster. No one likes her.”

 

If such a young child were in primary or middle school, Jiang Yushu would feel somewhat reassured. But sending her to university… if she were bullied, she doubted Yunyun would ever tell her.

 

In this world, Yunyun’s brain region could be temporarily developed safely, and Jiang Yushu’s own soul power could help stabilize her for a while, ensuring she wouldn’t exceed safe levels before adulthood.

 

“Principal, isn’t there any other way?”

 

The principal frowned, feeling the pity herself. A child like this deserved better opportunities. She didn’t tell Jiang Yushu that the test paper was actually designed for students transitioning from primary to middle school.

 

For an average child, this test would have been extremely challenging, but Fu Qingyun completed it in under ten minutes.

 

This child’s abilities far surpassed those of typical elementary and middle school students.

 

However, rules were rules. To skip grades, students needed a recommendation letter from a respected figure in society. As a small-time streamer, Jiang Yushu clearly didn’t meet this requirement.

 

Seeing the principal’s conflicted expression, Jiang Yushu sighed and patted Fu Qingyun’s head. “Yunyun, do you want to be in sixth grade?”

 

“Can I bring my phone?” Fu Qingyun had no preference about where she studied.

 

For Fu Qingyun, her only desire was to acquire all the knowledge in this world. With her brain developed to 20%, she could rapidly absorb all the information available.

 

Jiang Yushu had told the System that when Fu Qingyun’s brain reached 40% development, she would be able to learn all the world’s knowledge in just a few hours.

 

She would gradually lose her human emotions and feelings, becoming solely interested in truth.

 

“The school has regulations about that, but it’s not a major issue,” the Principal said kindly, her eyes softening as she gazed at the quiet, beautiful child.

 

While the school prohibited cell phones, for Fu Qingyun, the elementary school curriculum was indeed rather dull.

 

Hearing this, Jiang Yushu finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

 

After bidding farewell to the Principal, Jiang Yushu led Fu Qingyun through the campus of First Primary School.

 

Childhood days were filled with joy, and the beautiful memories unique to children echoed within these school grounds.

 

Yet the child Jiang Yushu held by the hand was different from the other children in the school. Wearing white earbuds, she listened intently to the sounds within.

 

It was a fringe academic forum, delving into topics that even many scholars might never encounter.

 

Jiang Yushu sighed inwardly and asked the System to check her account balance. Yuan Mosui hadn’t been streaming lately, and between charitable donations and settling Little Yunyun, she had spent a considerable amount of money.

 

The profits from her stock investments hadn’t yet been realized, leaving Jiang Yushu’s finances rather strained.

 

That’s just how life goes. When things are tough, everything seems to go wrong.

 

Jiang Yushu couldn’t move into her newly renovated house with Fu Qingyun right away, and she kept losing during her livestream PK battles.

 

To make matters worse, fulfilling the Original Host’s wish was proving to be incredibly expensive.

 

The Original Host’s hometown was a remote village in a basin, where both her parents had perished in a landslide.

 

While this society was undeniably advanced, even the most sophisticated worlds have pockets of extreme poverty. Unfortunately, the Original Host’s hometown, Panzhou, was one such place.

 

The Original Host wished for an end to natural disasters across the country and for impoverished regions like her hometown to achieve sustainable development.

 

As the saying goes, “To get rich, first build roads.” Jiang Yushu had initially planned to donate half of her earnings to charity, but now she had to allocate even more funds to fulfill the Original Host’s wish.

 

Even if she weren’t doing it for the Original Host, she was motivated by the System’s promised reward: a Memory Fragment.

 

Back in her rented apartment, Jiang Yushu collapsed onto the sofa, sighing, “What am I going to do? Raising children is so hard.”

 

Ding-dong! A notification alert sounded. Jiang Yushu’s eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. It was just a message.

 

She hadn’t seen anyone watching her streams in ages. At this hour, it could only be that Male Lead jerk.

 

Male Lead’s message: He wants to invite you to a movie tonight, the System helpfully informed her. I’ve already deleted it for you. Should I block him too?

 

Even Little Sys couldn’t bear to watch this anymore.

 

If you asked what the most successful thing the Host had accomplished in this lifetime, it would undoubtedly be…

 

The Male Lead had absolutely no interest in the Host. They’d already had a major falling out, and the crucial part was that the Host hadn’t done a single thing to cause it.

 

Considering this, the chances of these two colluding to harm the Major Antagonist had likely dwindled to near zero.

 

Blocked him. It’s harder to monitor him that way, Jiang Yushu replied. After countless cycles through various Worlds, she’d developed a habit of keeping her guard up.

 

“Almost zero isn’t zero. What if that damn Male Lead tries something with my sister again?”

 

Host, are you streaming tonight?

 

Jiang Yushu paused, glancing at the time on her phone screen. It was almost time for her broadcast.

 

She opened her short video app, which was filled with videos of her completing punishment challenges. These challenges, set by other major streamers, were getting increasingly brutal.

 

This had attracted a new group of fans—or rather, “haters.”

 

The comments section was filled with negativity: predictions of her downfall, gloating about her failures, and accusations that she deserved it for being so arrogant.

 

Jiang Yushu ignored these comments. She’d faced far worse before.

 

Amidst the hate, her loyal fans chimed in:

 

Shushu is just honoring her bet.

 

Can’t you people shut your mouths?

 

Keep going, babe!

 

The unexpected warmth from strangers touched her deeply. For the first time, Jiang Yushu felt a different kind of strength from these anonymous supporters. Gripping her phone tighter, she declared firmly, “I’m streaming.”

 

But this broadcast would be different.

 

She didn’t bother decorating her background, simply sitting on the sofa in her rented apartment to start the stream.

 

Babe, you’re live!

 

Hmph, you’re a minute late, kiddo.

 

Fans trickled into the livestream, their numbers a far cry from the peak viewership of a few days prior.

 

Haters also flooded the chat, spamming the screen with vitriol:

 

“Yo, still streaming even though you’re so bad? Looking for another punishment stream, huh?”

 

“All streamers are just online beggars.”

 

“Why don’t you get a real job?”

 

Jiang Yushu took a deep breath, deliberately ignoring the toxic comments. “Good evening, my darlings,” she greeted, her voice strained.

 

Her distress was palpable; the corners of her eyes were red.

 

The fans watching felt a pang of heartache.

 

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

 

“Baby, don’t cry! Let’s go to war again!”

 

By “war,” they meant participating in PK battles.

 

Even without any Eldest Brothers or Sisters in her chat, the fans urged her to engage in PK battles. They knew that even if she lost, she could still earn some money through the matches.

 

Her loyal followers were aware of Jiang Yushu’s recent adoption of a child.

 

She now needed funds to support this unfamiliar child.

 

A bitter smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head. “We won’t be doing PK battles tonight.”

 

Taking another deep breath, Jiang Yushu began to share her feelings. “My darlings, to be honest, I never wanted to be a PK streamer. But then you came along, and I slowly started to enjoy streaming.

 

“I’ve been wondering… what have I done to deserve your unwavering support? You tune in every day to keep me company. At the end of the day, I’m just trying to lose weight. My personality isn’t particularly likable—I’m a bit arrogant and not very good with words. I’ve even offended quite a few people online.”

 

The public chat flooded with messages from fans: “It’ll get better! Ups and downs are normal.”

 

Jiang Yushu chuckled, but it was a bitter laugh. “I know what you mean. I know ups and downs are normal. But once you’ve truly experienced being at the top, you never want to fall again. I’m naturally competitive. Once I’ve tasted success, I can’t accept slipping back. Babies, if things keep going this badly, our fans will leave us.”

 

As he spoke, Jiang Yushu’s eyes began to redden.

 

“I can’t let Yunyun live like this. When I first started streaming, I worked eight hours a day, took one day off, and then streamed sixteen hours the next day. I won’t pretend money doesn’t matter—why else would I be streaming? Even if that wasn’t the reason before, now…”

 

The live stream fell silent for a long moment, the same message scrolling across the Public Chat: “Let’s see the baby’s baby, okay?”

 

Seeing this, Jiang Yushu simply shook her head. “I don’t want her exposed to so many eyes, and I don’t want her to be called the child of an online beggar.”

 

This conversation between the streamer and her fans lasted a full three hours, ending only when Jiang Yushu’s live stream was reported by trolls and forcibly shut down.

 

As she stared at the black screen, a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes. The System had just informed her that nearly all the reports came from Ms. Jiang’s side.

 

The System projected Zhao Xinmeng’s live stream content into Jiang Yushu’s mind. Zhao Xinmeng was speaking in a saccharine tone, recounting her relationship with Jiang Yushu.

 

She claimed they were friends, expressing surprise at Jiang Yushu’s sudden transformation. She repeatedly implied that Jiang Yushu’s changes were due to cosmetic surgery, dismissing her hard work.

 

Zhao Xinmeng accused Jiang Yushu of seeking attention, saying it was one thing to struggle financially, but bringing a child into the mix was another matter.

 

She just framed it differently.

 

“Trying to mess with me, huh?” Jiang Yushu scoffed. Damn it, Little Sys, get me a burner account. Let’s show them what a true madwoman looks like!

 

 

The phone screen remained frozen on the “Livestream Ended” interface for a long time. Yuan Mosui stared intently at Jiang Yushu’s profile picture, unable to snap out of her daze.

 

Yuan Rupo gently took the phone from her hand, his expression serious. “Sister, you’re not acting like yourself at all.”

 

“What do you want?” Yuan Mosui poured herself another glass of wine, forcing herself to remember that she would be like this if she didn’t watch Jiang Yushu’s livestream. She needed melatonin and alcohol just to fall asleep.

 

Yuan Rupo snatched the wine glass from her hand and slammed it onto the coffee table, raising his voice. “If you like her, then go after her! Why are you hiding in her livestream like some coward?”

 

“What do you know?” Yuan Mosui shot him a cold glare, dismissing him as just a child who couldn’t understand what had happened years ago.

 

“I don’t understand?” Yuan Rupo took a deep breath. “Isn’t it all because of Mom? Have you even tried? What if she likes you too? What if she doesn’t care?”

 

Yuan Mosui wanted to say that there was nothing between her and Jiang Yushu.

 

Yuan Rupo interrupted, “Don’t say there’s nothing between you two. She messages you every day, and not once has she asked you to stream. I refuse to believe she doesn’t have feelings for you. You didn’t even ask her opinion before making this decision, Sister. It’s completely unfair to her.”

 

He felt wronged on behalf of the girl, especially after learning where her earnings were going. Yuan Rupo felt even more aggrieved.

 

“Be kinder to her, Sister,” he said, turning his head away.

 

“You…” Yuan Mosui frowned, studying her brother’s uncharacteristic behavior. She wanted to ask if he felt the same way she did.

 

“I’ve liked her since the first time I saw her,” Yuan Rupo confessed, making no attempt to hide his feelings. He knew, however, that the girl would never belong to him.

 

“So you’re telling me to pursue her?”

 

Yuan Rupo shook his head. “Those are two different things, Sister. Can’t you see? She’s never needed me. I like her, and I’m not afraid to say it—even to her face. What about you, Sister? You like her too, don’t you?”