After Being Bound to the Scummy Alpha System, I Became Famous Thanks to My Face Blindness - Chapter 75 EXTRA STORY 6

A blinding light burst forth, and the world before her began to twist, shatter, and collapse—like a pane of glass smashed to pieces, scattering into countless glittering shards that were soon swallowed by the earth.

Then, everything was engulfed once more in a thick, milky fog.

Tan Shiyi stood frozen for a moment before realizing that what she’d just experienced had been nothing but an illusion. Yet the ache in her chest was so sharp and real that it nearly took her breath away.

Clutching her heart, she crouched down, trying to steady her breathing.

Xiao Nan appeared anxiously beside her. “Shishi, are you okay?”

“What I just saw, was that something that will really happen in the future?” Tan Shiyi murmured.

She wanted to believe that Tang Ling would never do something like that—she should have believed it—but what she’d seen had been so vivid, so painfully real, that her body still trembled uncontrollably.

“Uuuh, my poor Shishi! How could anyone treat you like that? It’s unforgivable!” Xiao Nan huffed indignantly. “Don’t be sad! Who needs them anyway? You can shine all on your own! Xiao Nan will stay with you forever!”

“No, that wasn’t the real Tang Ling.” Tan Shiyi paused, and then something flickered in her mind. “Wait, isn’t there another crystal sphere? Send me there.”

“But the Tang Ling in that world is a total stranger to you! Are you sure you want to go?” Xiao Nan asked as it summoned the crystal sphere, which glimmered faintly before Tan Shiyi.

She gazed quietly at the image within. The Tang Ling in this sphere had the same face, the same features—but she was simpler, humbler. Her days revolved only around school and home, repeating in quiet, unremarkable rhythm.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Xiao Nan asked again.

“Yes.” Tan Shiyi nodded firmly. “I believe I can find her.”

“Connection established. Wishing you a pleasant journey, host!”

Warm sunlight brushed her cheeks as Tan Shiyi instinctively opened her eyes.

She was sitting on a park bench. The breeze was soft and fragrant, trees lush and green, children laughing as they chased each other across the grass. The world was alive, vibrant, full of ease.

She rubbed her temples. Thankfully, her memories were still intact this time.

If Xiao Nan had sent her here, it meant Tang Ling must be nearby. Scanning the park, her gaze landed on a girl sitting by the lotus pond, sketching with her back turned.

That silhouette—she knew it well. It was Tang Ling.

Tan Shiyi rose and walked toward her. To avoid startling her, she deliberately circled around and approached from the front. “Hello,” she greeted cautiously.

Tang Ling blinked in surprise. “Hello. Can I help you with something?”

A chill spread through Tan Shiyi’s heart. This Tang Ling truly didn’t recognize her. Forcing a faint smile, she said softly, “Nothing, really. You just look a lot like a friend of mine.”

Tang Ling smiled back. “What a coincidence.”

Her smile carried a warmth that made Tan Shiyi’s heart ache with familiarity. “You’re drawing lotus flowers?” she asked gently.

“Mhm. Just doodling.”

Realizing how strange she must seem, striking up conversation out of nowhere, Tan Shiyi fell silent and simply stood by, quietly watching Tang Ling paint.

Tang Ling truly was just sketching for fun. Her technique was still unrefined—earnest but clumsy, like a high school student’s art assignment.

Time slipped by unnoticed. When Tang Ling finally finished her sketch, she packed up her easel and backpack, only to find Tan Shiyi still standing there, lost in thought.

“Aren’t you going home?” she asked.

“I don’t have a home anymore,” Tan Shiyi murmured. The illusion she had just witnessed flashed again in her mind. A home like that wasn’t one she wished to return to. She would rather stay here, in this quiet park, where for once her heart could rest.

Assuming she was just a runaway high schooler, Tang Ling said gently, “You should head home soon. Don’t make your family worry.”

When Tang Ling left, Tan Shiyi sat back on the bench.

As evening came, the park grew lively again. Families and children wandered in groups, laughter mingling with the rhythmic chorus of summer insects—a picture of warm, fleeting peace.

Yet amidst the crowd, Tan Shiyi had no place to belong.

She sat there quietly, recalling all her moments with Tang Ling—the laughter, the arguments, the tenderness—and she couldn’t tell whether those memories were sweet or sorrowful.

After an unknown stretch of time, rain began to fall.

Only then did Tan Shiyi realize that most of the park-goers had already gone home. She was alone now, utterly alone.

Curling up on the wet bench, she hugged her knees and buried her head, wishing for the rain to stop.

But it only grew heavier. Droplets pooled into rippling puddles on the ground, blurring the world around her into streaks of gray and silver.

The bench was soon soaked through. With no choice left, Tan Shiyi stood and decided to look for a twenty-four-hour café nearby.

Just then, she saw a figure hurrying toward her through the rain—someone holding an umbrella, moving quickly, searching for someone.

The moment the person spotted her, they froze. Then, with sudden urgency, they rushed forward.

The umbrella lifted over Tan Shiyi’s head.

It was Tang Ling.

“I had a feeling you might still be here,” Tang Ling sighed, her voice soft but reproachful. “Didn’t expect I’d be right.”

A tremor ran through Tan Shiyi’s heart. She lowered her gaze slightly. “Why did you come looking for me?”

Tang Ling smiled helplessly. “How could I not? A young girl like you, running away from home without even a bag—how could I possibly leave you alone out here?”

Tan Shiyi didn’t know how to respond. She only pressed her lips together tightly, fidgeting with her fingers in discomfort.

Tang Ling took her hand and said softly, “Come on, let’s go home. You should change into some dry clothes before you catch a cold.”

Tan Shiyi blinked in surprise but instinctively followed Tang Ling’s lead.

At Tang Ling’s apartment, under her gentle insistence, Tan Shiyi took a hot shower and changed into Tang Ling’s clothes. Through their conversation, she gradually learned more about this world.

In this world, there was no such thing as the ABO gender system. Both she and Tang Ling were simply ordinary women—so Tang Ling’s concern for her came from nothing more than pure empathy, not instinct or desire.

Tang Ling was a third-year student at a nearby university, renting a small apartment off-campus. She mentioned that she had only gone to the park to sketch on a whim that day.

“You don’t have a roommate?” Tan Shiyi asked. In her understanding, college students who rented off-campus usually lived together to share the rent.

Tang Ling shook her head. “For various reasons, I’m not very good at getting along with others.”

Tan Shiyi frowned slightly. “Then why are you being so nice to me?”

Tang Ling scratched her head. “That’s what’s strange. I don’t remember ever meeting you, but for some reason, you feel really familiar to me. I just couldn’t leave you there like that. Anyway—what happened to you? Are you still in high school? Did you fight with your family?”

“I, I don’t have a family.” Tan Shiyi hesitated, unsure how to explain. She had once had one, briefly—but now, loneliness had returned to her life. “My girlfriend doesn’t need me anymore either.”

“Girlfriend?” Tang Ling’s eyes widened in mild surprise. She hadn’t expected that the girl she’d brought home would have that kind of orientation. “Then she’s a fool for not treasuring you. Don’t be sad—someone as lovely as you will find someone even better next time.”

Watching Tang Ling’s clumsy attempt to comfort her, Tan Shiyi’s nose stung. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t want to find anyone else.”

“Hey, don’t cry,” Tang Ling said quickly, panic flickering in her eyes. “Then don’t. You don’t need anyone else. We can live happily on our own, okay?”

Tan Shiyi didn’t want Tang Ling to see her so fragile and broken. She wiped her tears and murmured, “I want to rest. Where can I sleep tonight?”

“Over here. I’ve already made the bed for you,” Tang Ling said, leading her to the bedroom. “I’ll make you some ginger tea—after standing in the rain that long, you shouldn’t risk catching a cold.”

Just as Tang Ling was about to leave the room, Tan Shiyi instinctively grabbed her hand. “Could you stay?”

Tang Ling froze for a second, then sat down beside her. “How about I tell you a story?”

Under the familiar lamplight, that familiar face turned toward her with a gentle, familiar gaze—and those same familiar words.

Tan Shiyi’s heart trembled. She remembered that night long ago. Hesitantly, she asked, “Is it the story of the little fox?”

“How did you guess that?” Tang Ling’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

Tan Shiyi’s heart began to race. “A long, long time ago, in a vast forest, there lived a family of foxes.”

Tang Ling continued naturally, “Winter came, and the world was covered in snow. It was the little fox’s first time seeing so much white—it played in the snow all day long, full of joy.”

Tan Shiyi’s lips trembled. “The Summer Triangle—what three stars does it consist of?”

Tang Ling blinked, then laughed. “How did you manage to connect the clues like that? We’re jumping from winter to summer now, aren’t we? But fine—Lyra’s Vega, Aquila’s Altair, and Cygnus’s Deneb. Did I get it right?”

Tan Shiyi gazed at her, tears brimming once again. She suddenly threw her arms around Tang Ling’s neck. “A’ling, I found you!”

At that moment, the world around her began to collapse once more. The figure in her arms smiled faintly before dissolving into wisps of smoke that scattered into the sky.

Tan Shiyi was once again swallowed by the mist.

In her mind, a cheerful voice rang out—it was Xiao Nan. “Congratulations, Host! You’ve found your true partner. You can now safely leave the void dream realm!”

Tan Shiyi still hadn’t fully recovered, her mind spinning with confusion. “But, why was it her?”

“Exactly—why her?” Xiao Nan’s tone was playful. “That’s for you to figure out. Looking forward to our next encounter.”

The voice faded into the distance. Tan Shiyi’s body began to fall rapidly, as though she was plunging into an endless abyss.

The next second, she shot upright in bed, clutching her chest and gasping.

Beside her lay Tang Ling, still half-asleep. Feeling her sudden movement, she rubbed her bleary eyes. “What’s wrong, honey?”

Tan Shiyi shook her shoulder. “What year of our marriage is this?”

Tang Ling yawned, still groggy. “Huh? So. Sister Xi finally approved of our marriage? That’s great news.”

Tan Shiyi couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you marry me?”

Tang Ling blinked. “What kind of silly question is that? If I don’t marry you, who else would I marry?”

“Would you ever cheat on me? Grow tired of me when I’m old and unattractive?”

“Are you kidding me? Why would I cheat? I’ve already got the best wife—who else could compare?” Tang Ling sat up and wrapped her arms around her. “Don’t think about such nonsense first thing in the morning. Even when you’re old, you’ll still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes. My heart will always belong to you.”

Warmth flooded Tan Shiyi’s chest. She smiled, leaning into her embrace. “Me too. I’ll always belong to you—forever.”