Transmigrated as the Vampire Alpha of the Omega Heroine (GL , ABO) - Chapter 7

To align with the ongoing case and public attention, Gu Li, who was supposedly “seriously injured,” stayed in the hospital for a few extra days. Jiang Nian, however, returned to school just two days later. After all, the second year of high school was a critical stage for university entrance exams, and the fewer lessons she missed, the better.

Stuck in bed with nothing to do, Gu Li at least had the comfort of receiving messages every day from her new friend. Usually, there would be a morning “Gu Gu, good morning,” and at night, after evening study, a “Gu Gu, good night.”

It felt a bit like clocking in.

Gu Li replied to every message with a smile. But on the night before she was scheduled to return to school, her little kitten on the other end of the chat didn’t send any message at all. Gu Li waited for a while, and only when the clock struck eleven did she take the initiative to send a message.

“Good night, Nian Nian.”

The next morning, while getting ready to leave for school and putting on her B High uniform, she checked her phone again. There was still no reply from Jiang Nian, and no “good morning” message either.

Did something happen?

Logically, the bullying problem at school should have been completely stamped out by now. The legal education classes added on Wednesdays and Thursdays were constantly reinforcing those topics. Any troublemakers at school should have been silenced by now.

Still wondering, Gu Li walked into the classroom and immediately saw her desk mate leaning against her desk. One foot was raised, stomping loudly on her chair as she excitedly chatted with the students around her.

Several words stood out to Gu Li: “murderer,” “criminal.”

In that moment, Gu Li understood exactly what was being said.

Why was she doing this again?

Gu Li frowned and stepped forward. She placed her hand firmly on Zhang Nan’s shaking shoulder, turned her around, and looked her in the eyes.

Zhang Nan, without skipping a beat, said, “Like father, like daughter.”

Gu Li pretended not to hear that. She pointed to the chair, now dirty from Zhang Nan’s shoe. “Zhang Nan, if you want to put your feet on a chair, please don’t use someone else’s. It’s inconsiderate.”

Zhang Nan flushed with embarrassment. She quickly apologized and pulled tissues from her drawer to wipe the chair clean. Once they saw she wasn’t going to keep talking, the surrounding students quietly dispersed.

Gu Li hung her bag on the chair, opened her English textbook, and sat down without even glancing at Zhang Nan.

“People are not born defined,” she said calmly. “And if you’re going to speak, at least make sure what you say is true.”

Her words felt disconnected to Zhang Nan, who thought Gu Li was just upset about the chair and didn’t think more of it.

Class after class passed, and Gu Li still hadn’t seen Jiang Nian. It wasn’t until the last two periods of the day that she took a seat at Jiang Nian’s desk and waited. The bell had rung for quite some time before Jiang Nian finally appeared at the door.

She stepped quietly into the room and immediately saw Gu Li sitting at her seat, arms crossed. Jiang Nian froze at the door.

These final two periods were for the school’s legal education program. The instructor today was Ji Bai, who had taken over from Gu Li’s family’s legal team. Ji Bai stood at the lectern, tapped the table, and smiled at Jiang Nian.

“Class hasn’t started yet. It’s alright to be a little late. Come on in.”

For a moment, everyone’s eyes turned to Jiang Nian. With no other choice, she forced herself to walk inside under the weight of their stares and Gu Li’s watchful gaze. Gu Li shifted aside to let her sit. The seat was still warm from Gu Li’s body heat, which made Jiang Nian a little uncomfortable.

“Gu Gu…”

Why had she gone back to calling her that?

“Is something bothering you?” Gu Li leaned over and asked. She already had a rough idea what was upsetting Jiang Nian, but she wanted to hear it from her directly.

Jiang Nian placed her hands between her knees and clenched them tightly. “Yesterday, the law teacher said that today’s class would be about homicide.”

On the podium, Ji Bai had just opened her presentation and moved to the first slide. She began.

“Today we’ll be discussing the legal difference between intentional homicide and negligent homicide. The core difference lies in the mental state of the perpetrator. In the former, the person intends to kill the victim. In the latter, the death results from carelessness. The outcome may be the same, but the legal implications are vastly different.”

It just had to be today, the day she returned to class.

Surprise flickered briefly in Gu Li’s eyes. She turned back to Jiang Nian.

“Zhang Nan told the other students that this law applies perfectly to my father,” Jiang Nian whispered. “She said that since I’m his daughter, I must be like him too.”

Her voice faded as she spoke. Her head dropped lower, and her school pants were wrinkled from how tightly she had been clutching them.

Gu Li reached out and gently covered Jiang Nian’s clenched fists with her own. Slowly, she guided her hands to rest on the desk.

“Nian Nian, just focus on the lesson for now.”

She didn’t offer comforting words. Sometimes, comfort only does so much. What mattered more was helping her see clearly, helping her understand that she was not alone.

Ji Bai would handle this far better than she ever could.

The two-period class was divided into two main parts.

“Unlike intentional homicide, negligent homicide usually stems from carelessness or overconfidence. Today, I want to focus on excessive self-defense cases. These are situations where someone reacts to an immediate threat to their safety and unintentionally causes the attacker’s death. In these cases, the victim becomes the perpetrator. Two families are destroyed in the process. The person who acted in defense ends up facing stigma, and their family, especially their children, often suffer social isolation. They become the target of judgment and whispers. Over time, this can lead to deep feelings of shame and inferiority.”

Ji Bai paused before continuing.

“But the consequences of a parent’s actions should not be passed down to their children. What happened may have been the parent’s mistake, but it is not your mistake.”

At that moment, Jiang Nian’s hand clenched so tightly around her mechanical pencil that the lead snapped. Every word had struck directly at her heart.

Ji Bai tapped her pointer against the board and moved to the next slide.

“When you are harmed, it is right to defend yourself. But it’s important to stay calm and avoid acting impulsively. We must not let more tragedies occur. Now, I want everyone to consider something. If you were the child of someone who had caused such a tragedy, how would you view their actions? Would you say they were right or wrong?”

It was the second-to-last slide. Ji Bai smiled patiently as she waited for answers from the class.

It was a difficult question. No one wanted to be that person.

But after a few seconds of silence, the students began to answer, unsure and nervous, saying either “right” or “wrong” as best they could.

The expressions on the students’ faces showed clear discomfort. It was as if the scenario they were asked to imagine had stirred something deeply unsettling inside them.

Ji Bai let out a soft laugh and said, “If just imagining this makes you feel uneasy, then how much more painful must it be for the children who are actually living through it right now?”

She clapped her hands together, picked up the blackboard eraser, and began to wipe away the chalk. After cleaning the board, she dusted off her hands.

“That concludes today’s class. Before we finish, one last thing.”

She switched to the final slide of her presentation. Written across it were the words:
Prejudice is the hardest and yet the easiest thing to control.

She placed her pointer back on the desk, leaned slightly forward with both hands resting on the lectern, and looked out at the rows of young faces seated before her.

“When we carry prejudice, we may never see the full picture. Only through communication, understanding, and firsthand experience can we uncover the truth. I said this the first time we met, and I want to say it again now. When we let go of our bias and treat others with an open heart, we may be helping someone who is struggling in silence.”

It sounded like a side comment, but there was a quiet, unmistakable meaning behind her words.

When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Ji Bai gave Gu Li a playful wink, like she was asking for praise. Gu Li responded with a small thumbs-up, then turned her attention to Jiang Nian sitting next to her.

Since Ji Bai had spoken earlier, Jiang Nian had been gripping her pen tightly. She had not written anything. She had not spoken either.

Children often have a shallow understanding of the world. But when something is explained clearly, when they are given the space to reflect, a door inside them can quietly open. Gu Li did not know if the plan she had set in motion with Ji Bai had opened that door for Jiang Nian. But she hoped it had.

The environment around Jiang Nian was already changing. The people around her were slowly being reshaped. If she could find the strength to walk out from under the shadow of her father’s crime, then perhaps she would finally begin to heal. It was not her fault, and it should never have been hers to carry.

Even the most carefully designed plan can have flaws. No matter how carefully you try to prepare the perfect meal, there is always the risk that something unpleasant finds its way in.

Zhang Nan was the flaw. Why couldn’t she understand? Why could she not be reasoned with, even after all the patient teaching and careful explanation?

Her voice could still be heard clearly across the room. Jiang Nian’s father had become her favorite topic. It was as if she would never stop talking about it. She had heard a single version of the story and repeated it like it was her own experience, going on and on without pause.

Gu Li felt a quiet frustration growing inside her.

Just then, Jiang Nian stood up.

She moved as if courage had suddenly filled her from within. Her voice was soft, but steady, as she looked at Zhang Nan and spoke.

“My dad didn’t mean to kill that man. That man was stealing from my grandma’s shop. When she caught him and tried to call the police, he tried to hurt her. My dad came home and saw him strangling her. He was trying to protect her when it happened.”

She did not finish the sentence, but there was no need to. Everyone understood what she meant. Zhang Nan, who had been speaking so loudly just moments before, fell silent. Ji Bai’s earlier words still echoed faintly in the air.

A quiet storm passed through the minds of every student in the room.

Not everyone had left yet. In the hallway outside, students from other classes were packing up or peeking curiously through the windows. Inside Class Three, no one said a word. Only the sound of Jiang Nian’s soft sobs could be heard.

Her voice came again, trembling but clear.

“My dad’s actions were wrong. But I’m not him. I am Jiang Nian. I have my own life to live.”

Gu Li looked at her and felt a deep warmth rise in her chest.

She was radiant.

That door had been waiting and Jiang Nian had opened it herself.