Transmigrated into a Historical GL Novel as the Scumbag Heroine - Chapter 1

The dorm lights went out right on schedule.

The dorm matron’s voice echoed down the hallway:

“Quiet down, all of you! Time to sleep!”

With that lion’s roar and a flashlight beam stronger than any teacher’s glare, the entire dorm fell silent like a flock of startled chickens.

Qiu Luo angrily slammed shut the historical romance novel in her hands and went to bed in a huff.

Even as she drifted off to sleep, she was still cursing the ridiculous “scumbag” character in her head. The worst part? That shameless woman had the same name as her—Qiu Luo! Even the physical descriptions sounded eerily familiar. How absurd.

She had barely fallen asleep when she suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around her waist.

Qiu Luo’s eyes flew open in alarm. The sight that greeted her was not her dorm room, but a run-down hut with crumbling mud walls. A single candle flickered on the table, dancing in the cold draft.

“Help me…”

A broken whisper snapped her back to reality. She stared blankly at the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared in her arms—completely stunned.

The woman wore disheveled white clothing. Her face was flushed unnaturally red, breath coming in short gasps. Her delicate hands were tugging at Qiu Luo’s robe.

A light bulb flicked on in Qiu Luo’s head.

“You’re… Cheng Yu?”

Everything before her mirrored the novel’s setup: the scumbag heroine meeting the female lead for the first time. Had she been so angry before bed that she dreamed herself into the book?

“Mmm… help me…” the woman muttered, still trying to undo her clothes.

Qiu Luo instinctively backed up—only to realize there was a mud wall behind her. They were on a bed.

“H-Hold on. I’ll go get a doctor! A doctor can help more than I can!”

But the woman didn’t seem to understand her words and kept obsessively tugging at Qiu Luo’s clothes. Her red lips parted again, repeating just two words:

“Help me.”

Qiu Luo shook her head furiously. Even if this was a dream, this was way too much. She was an innocent girl, okay?

“I’ll fetch cold water—just hold on! I’ll go find the doctor right away!”

But just as she tried to get off the bed, the woman—afraid that her last hope might leave—grabbed Qiu Luo’s robe tightly, her eyes misting with tears.

“Help… me…”

Qiu Luo’s mind went completely blank. Twenty years of singlehood—who could survive this kind of temptation? But no, she must resist…

“Let go! I’ll find the doctor!”

She struggled, but instead of breaking free, she was pulled right into the woman’s arms.

Her lips were suddenly kissed—soft, cool…

Qiu Luo: “Help!!”

Cheng Yu: “Help me.”

Qiu Luo’s breath caught.

If not me, then who? It’s just a dream anyway… Fine. She’d help.

And so began a night of passionate chaos.

The little wooden bed creaked and groaned, and eventually fell still. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms.

As dawn broke, a rooster’s crow jolted Qiu Luo awake.

She stared blankly at the thatched roof, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a dream?

Why hadn’t she woken up yet?

The person in her arms stirred.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Cheng Yu rubbed her temples in confusion—until her expression suddenly changed as the memories rushed back.

Last night, during the Mid-Autumn poetry banquet, she had drunk some wine and suddenly felt dizzy. Her maid had disappeared, and a deep sense of danger had driven her to flee the event. She’d realized someone was chasing her…

Then someone had pulled her into the bushes.

“Shh, don’t talk. I’m not a bad person.”

The rest was a blur—only fragments remained. She remembered being carried, her body burning with heat, her instincts overriding reason… and then, somehow, she ended up in bed…

Cheng Yu’s expression shifted between shock and horror, her pale skin flushing deep red.

She had… forced herself on the person who had saved her?

While the female lead was caught up in her own thoughts, Qiu Luo nervously covered her eyes and said, “I-I can take responsibility… if you want me to?”

Wasn’t this exactly how the scumbag heroine acted in the novel?

But… what choice did she have now? Not take responsibility? No—she wasn’t that kind of person.

“No need.” Cheng Yu bit her lip and sat up—only to find her clothes scattered all over the floor. She stifled her embarrassment, stood up to get dressed… and nearly collapsed from the soreness in her waist.

Last night had clearly been… intense.

She shot a glance at Qiu Luo, who was still covering her face like a guilty criminal. Then she took in their modest surroundings. From her silver pouch, she pulled out a few banknotes and placed them at the head of the bed.

“Thank you.”

Qiu Luo peeked through her fingers and saw the silver notes—five in total.

Had she just been… paid?

No wait—she slept with the heroine.

No no—she was used by the heroine.

Wait, no—was she just tipped by the heroine??

But Cheng Yu didn’t ask her to take responsibility. If Qiu Luo insisted, wouldn’t that seem… desperate?

Still, this didn’t seem like the original plot path. That scumbag heroine never got paid and parted ways like this. Maybe… this wasn’t so bad.

As Qiu Luo struggled to process everything, Cheng Yu quietly left the hut.

Then came a sharp pain in Qiu Luo’s head—memories from the original host flooding in all at once. When she finally came to, all she saw were the silver notes on the bed and traces of bl00d on the sheet.

This was unreal. She had really… transmigrated into the novel.

And not just into anyone—she became the scumbag heroine with her exact name… and had already slept with the female lead.

Qiu Luo sat up and glanced around at the original host’s home—barren and bleak.

Her parents had passed away. She had only one younger brother left, and he was nothing but a troublemaker who roamed the streets, stealing and loitering.

She counted the silver notes—five hundred taels in total. According to the novel’s logic, one tael equaled about 100 yuan in modern currency—so she now had the equivalent of 50,000 yuan in hand.

The heroine really was from a wealthy family. What a generous tip.

Then a thought struck her—she hadn’t followed the original plot. She’d already gone off-script and separated from the heroine. Didn’t that mean she could now live her life however she wanted?

She could finally use her modern knowledge to thrive!

No—wait. This was ancient times. Rule number one for transmigrators: Stay low-key. Otherwise, powerful people might capture you for study.

She had to take it slow. Blend in.

Just as she was plotting her next move, the rickety front door flew open with a loud kick.

It was the original host’s useless brother—Qiu Erlang.

“Sis, I’m starving. Got any food left? I’m telling you, stop studying and just marry a rich guy already.”

Qiu Luo tucked the silver notes into her clothes and, recalling the original host’s memories, replied, “With our family’s situation, what rich man would marry me? Once I pass the exams, it’ll be a different story.

Every wealthy family in the county will be lining up to propose.”

The scumbag heroine in the novel had always had this mindset—studying not for knowledge, but to climb the social ladder.

With only decent looks and no striking charm, she couldn’t marry rich unless she had some kind of status.

Qiu Erlang gulped down half a ladle of cold water and grumbled, “You say that every day. When are you actually going to pass? Do you know how hard it is to get a degree? We’ll starve to death first. How’d you do on the exam this time? Got a shot?”

The autumn exams had just finished, and the results wouldn’t be posted for another half-month.

According to the novel, the scumbag heroine wasn’t confident about her results, so she clung to the heroine and rushed into an engagement. Unexpectedly, she passed and became a xiucai (licentiate), which gave her a scholar’s status—and a serious ego.

She immediately looked down on the heroine’s merchant background.

Qiu Luo didn’t want to waste her breath. She took out the last few copper coins from the original host’s stash.

“Go buy some food. I will pass this time. If I don’t—you can change my surname.”

Qiu Erlang grinned and took the coins. “Sis, you’re the best. When you make it big and marry some rich husband, our whole family will be set!”