Fake Cannon Fodder A Becomes a Sensation in Romance Variety Shows - Chapter 33

Wen Huiyun turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel.

She kept her gaze level ahead, carefully avoiding any glance at the exposed body. To peek at another’s naked form through borrowed memories would be nothing short of harassment.

The rectangular bathroom was divided into three sections: dry area, dressing room, and wet area. After drying her feet on the diatomite mat, Wen Huiyun passed through the dry area and noticed a frosted glass door leading to the bedroom.

A moving shadow was visible through the frosted glass.

Someone was in the bedroom?

“Yanyan, I’ve hung your newly ironed clothes in the closet.”

It was Ye Zhuoyan’s mother.

Without thinking, Wen Huiyun responded, “Got it.”

The voice that came out was naturally Ye Zhuoyan’s clear as spring water but lighter, more vivacious.

It sounded like Ye Zhuoyan from several years ago.

In this memory fragment, though Wen Huiyun could move freely, her actions were limited to moments when Ye Zhuoyan’s body wasn’t reacting to events or people. Once caught in the flow of memory, she would be carried along by its momentum.

Wen Huiyun opened the door and stepped out to find a woman who bore some resemblance to Ye Zhuoyan standing by the desk.

“Programming books? Why are you reading irrelevant things like this again? Society promotes equality between alphas and omegas, but there are still divisions. Omegas can’t enter high-tech or heavy industries, and many core sectors only hire alphas. What’s the point of reading these?”

“…” Wen Huiyun lowered her head. The memory retained Ye Zhuoyan’s past emotions, and Wen Huiyun could keenly feel her anger and frustration.

Wen Huiyun shared that anger and frustration, it reminded her of how women were often disadvantaged in her original world.

While alphas in this ABO world had superior physical attributes and certain advantages, that was no excuse to suppress omegas.

Ye’s mother put away the programming book and glanced at the laptop with its glowing screensaver. Driven by the memory’s force, Wen Huiyun hurried over to close the laptop and murmured, “I understand.”

Ye’s mother gave her a meaningful look, sighed softly, and stroked her hair.

“Yanyan, you should focus on your dance training and prepare for next year’s Magnolia Cup competition. Omegas are beautiful, with sweet pheromones and graceful poise. If you debut as a celebrity later, you’ll surely marry well. Once you debut, you can endorse our family’s cosmetics. And in the future, you’ll need to support your sister too.”

“Mom!”

Ye’s mother smiled kindly, gently smoothing her long hair. “The other day, I ran into Mrs. Wen. She thinks highly of you. You and Huiyun grew up together, and our families know each other well. Marrying her would be ideal your father and I would rest easy, and the Wen family’s financial resources could help us.”

“I only see Wen Huiyun as an immature little sister. Besides, she doesn’t like me. She and—”

“Yanyan! Marriage is different from dating, especially when you bear the family’s responsibilities!”

Ye’s mother frowned, displeasure creasing the fine lines between her brows.

“I don’t want you to suffer either. I want you to be happy. But your father and I couldn’t bear an alpha. If you don’t take on this duty, I’ll have to pin my hopes on Qimeng instead.”

Wen Huiyun felt Ye Zhuoyan’s heart twist painfully.

Yes, Ye Zhuoyan’s life was far from happy.

She possessed fairy-like beauty and what most would consider a comfortable family background, yet joy had been scarce in her upbringing.

From childhood, her parents had groomed her with two goals: to become “an exceptional omega who would marry a powerful alpha” and “a daughter who could maximize benefits for the family business.”

The Ye family had originally been a no-name cosmetics company struggling in the lower market. After a lucky windfall, they aggressively marketed Ye Zhuoyan’s beauty, gaining minor fame in the beauty industry.

For such a rootless family like the Ye’s, climbing the social ladder and preventing class decline was of utmost importance.

What was sacrificing one omega daughter for the family’s glory?

Wen Huiyun watched Mrs. Ye’s retreating figure with a mocking smile curling her lips.

What absolute nonsense.

So Zhuoyan had been emotionally manipulated since childhood? My poor wife QAQ

Wen Huiyun took note of the Ye family’s mistreatment of Zhuoyan.

From this moment on, Ye Zhuoyan’s parents were blacklisted in her mind.

After securing the door, Wen Huiyun opened her laptop to reveal a website with a deep blue tech-inspired design.

The header read “National Youth Robotics Competition,” followed by a small parenthetical note (alpha participants only).

It strongly resembled those high-profile job postings from her original world that would say (male applicants only) in parentheses.

No wonder the female lead’s attempt to join this competition came to nothing in the original story, it was blatantly discriminatory.

However…

Wen Huiyun noticed the page displayed that the contestant had already registered and achieved excellent results in preliminary rounds, with the system now notifying about finals.

Alpha-only registration? Then how did Zhuoyan—

A quick scan revealed the registration used a pseudonym. The competition allowed anonymous participation as long as identity was verified through the public security system, with projects conducted virtually in cyberspace. This meant Zhuoyan could easily register using an alpha friend’s information.

Zhuoyan’s pseudonym was Evan.

Wen Huiyun’s eyes lit up, Evan? The same Evan who topped up her SVIP and tipped her 6666?!

Could Zhuoyan have been quietly following her all along?

While it was just a common English name with high probability of duplication, combined with their existing connection and Evan’s immediate interest in Jieyou Restaurant, the coincidences became quite suggestive this Evan might very well be Zhuoyan 0v0

She’d hold onto this small hope. Who knows? There might be a pleasant surprise waiting. She’d find opportunities to probe this Evan VIP (^u^)

Memories began shifting as the scene distorted and transformed.

The new image showed Ye Zhuoyan being reported for her omega identity during the finals award ceremony, resulting in disqualification and forfeiture of all prizes.

The whistleblower? None other than Ye Zhuoyan’s own father.

That day, Zhuoyan had a furious argument with her father before locking herself in her room and going on a hunger strike, demanding an apology.

Mr. Ye sneered outside her door, berating: “We can’t let you set this precedent! No alpha wants a defiant omega. For your future happiness and the Ye family’s glory, you must learn to abandon what you shouldn’t touch!”

Crouched in the dark room, Zhuoyan trembled with rage and resentment, her molars chattering uncontrollably.

She wasn’t wrong, it was her father who was wrong, the competition rules that were wrong, this entire society unfair to omegas that was wrong!

Even within Ye Zhuoyan’s body, Wen Huiyun burned with indignation, her heart aching for this gentle yet resilient wife of hers.

Suddenly, two knocks sounded at the door before it opened from outside.

A shaft of light entered as Wen Huiyun’s consciousness followed Ye Zhuoyan’s body looking up and saw “herself.”

Wen Huiyun saw Wen Huiyun.

“Pretty shitty, huh?” the original host said.

Wen Huiyun felt both confused and wary, what was she planning?

The original host crouched down, offering a piece of milk chocolate, her features indistinct against the backlight.

Her voice carried steady strength, brimming with comfort and motivation, possessing an uplifting power:

“I hate the bullshit competition rules too, but we shouldn’t punish ourselves for flawed regulations. All your hard work ruined, right? Just can’t accept it, right? Then gather your strength and try again!”

Ye Zhuoyan’s body froze in place. Wen Huiyun was equally stunned.

Ye Zhuoyan was shocked because she never expected the original host to have this radiant side, actually speaking such encouraging words to her.

Wen Huiyun was stunned because these exact words were what she’d said to her hardship-sharing team at the grand restaurant after being framed in her original world’s culinary competition.

Word for word.

Even the expression and tone were identical.

Through Ye Zhuoyan’s eyes, Wen Huiyun gazed at the original host, an absurd sense of temporal dislocation inexplicably enveloping her soul.

Could it be that even before transmigrating into this novel, there’d been some subtle influence between her and the original host?

Or was it just a miraculous coincidence?

The power of memory guided Wen Huiyun to accept the offered chocolate as she asked, “Why are you here?”

The original host’s expression instantly turned roguish. Without caring about her outdoor pants, she plopped onto Ye Zhuoyan’s neatly made bed with legs crossed, deliberately adopting a cold, punchable tone: “Your dad begged mine for a loan, said he’d acquired some new blue-and-white porcelain. Sent me over to play.”

Ye Zhuoyan’s body lowered its eyes, replying mildly, “Porcelain? You came to check if it’s the kind ‘she’ likes, didn’t you?”

“None of your damn business,” the original host tilted her head back, looking down her nose at Ye Zhuoyan with arrogant disdain. “Senior Ye, campus gossip says you’re dreaming of marrying me. True? Sparrow trying to land on a golden branch?”

This bastard!

Wen Huiyun wanted to leap up and kick her, but the body wouldn’t move, she could only glare hatefully.

The chocolate was snatched back from her hand.

Breaking it in half, the original host popped one piece in her mouth and tossed the remainder to Ye Zhuoyan. “This was mine, how’d you get it? Whatever, take pity on you.”

“……”

Wen Huiyun cursed even herself in fury: Wen Huiyun you absolute bastard, no wonder you got chopped into pieces!

After the mental tirade, she quickly went “peh peh peh,” praying to Buddha that the curse was meant for the original host, not her current self.

Suddenly, Wen Huiyun understood why Ye Zhuoyan had asked if she remembered the robotics competition.

Because that was one of the rare moments when the original host had genuinely moved Ye Zhuoyan.

The memory fragment ended here as Wen Huiyun’s consciousness sank into chaotic dreams.

The fourth event concluded, ushering in the much-anticipated rest day.

Cheng Xiaoming sat motionless as a stump for over ten minutes, his private phone lying untouched before him.

Liang Yuan asked curiously, “Xiaoming, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m searching.”

“?” Why would you need to sit still to search? Looking for air?

Cheng Xiaoming closed her eyes, like a sage in meditation. “I’m searching for a dish I love, yet one that’s also quite ordinary.”

“Xiaoming, your criteria are a bit odd. Why something you love yet ordinary?”

With complete sincerity and thoughtfulness, Cheng Xiaoming replied, “I’m worried the ingredients might be too expensive or hard to find.”

Liang Yuan maintained a smile but subtly took a step back.

After another ten minutes of meditation, Cheng Xiaoming said, “Got it. Here’s the plan.”

Private Message Interface Between Orange Video User Evan and Worry-Free Eatery .

Message History :

Worry-Free Eatery: [Thanks, big shot! What dishes do you like? I’ll make a video for you ^-^]

After some thought, Cheng Xiaoming clicked to reply.

Evan: [I’ve been busy lately, sorry for the late reply. I wanted to take your question seriously, so I thought long and hard, how about Buddha Jumps Over the Wall? Could you share your nearby address or a discreet delivery location? I’ll send you the ingredients. Or—]

Evan: [[Red Packet] x10]

Wen Huiyun had gone tide-pooling early in the morning and, upon returning to the residence, immediately buried herself in the kitchen, happily immersed in her work.

Ye Zhuoyan passed by with a glass of milk and noticed Wen Huiyun in the kitchen, her phone set up for a livestream with ring lights, chatting cheerfully to the camera while handling abalone and sea cucumbers.

“Thank you for the ‘Heart Key’ from ‘Go Yunyun!’ and the ‘Red Sports Car’ from ‘I Love Yunbao!'”

“Welcome ‘Yun’s Number One Fan’ to the livestream! Newcomers, please light up your badges leave a comment for a chance to get a shoutout! Thanks, sisters. (heart)”

“Thank you for the 5th ‘Carnival’ from Evan the Legend!”

By the time Ye Zhuoyan snapped out of her daze, her warm milk had gone cold. “……”

She returned to her bedroom, put on headphones, opened Orange Video, and searched for “Worry-Free Eatery.”

[Orange Video Reminder: Worry-Free Eatery is currently live. Current ranking: #2 in Food. Tap to enter the livestream.]

Ye Zhuoyan tapped in. The screen was flooded with rapidly scrolling comments and a barrage of colorful gifts.

At the center of the screen, Wen Huiyun’s knife skills were nothing short of mesmerizing as she energetically addressed the camera:

“Family! Only 10 seconds left in the PK! Quick, push the score! We’re still 5,000 points behind!”

“Evan the Legend’s 6th ‘Carnival’!!! WE’RE AHEAD!!!”

“#1 Food Streamer! Evan, you’re my eternal god! Love you!!! (heart) (heart)”

“Evan, Evan, I woke up before dawn to gather ingredients, today’s all-day livestream is dedicated to making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall just for you~! =^ω^=”

Evan (Leader of Worry-Free Eatery Fan Club): [I’ll be watching all day too, witnessing you make the most delicious Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for me ^-^]

Without a word, Ye Zhuoyan arched one of her elegant willow-leaf brows.

With a light tap of her slender fingers, she switched to a burner account, activated the Worry-Free Eatery fan badge, and applied to join the fan club’s QQ group.

— Worry-Free Eatery Fan Club , Wen Huiyun Support Group QQ Chat —

Go Yunyun!: [Welcome, newcomer!]

I Love Yunbao: [Blessings to the newcomer!]

Evan (Group Admin): [Newcomers, please change your group nickname to your Orange Video ID.]

Ye Zhuoyan sent a message.

Wen’s Official Wife: [Got it.]

Yunyun Jiayou: 【???】

I Love Yunbao: 【How bold!】

Dreaming of Yun Every Night: 【Newbie, do you know even Evan wouldn’t dare use “Yunyun’s Wife” as his ID?】

Oh, really?

Ye Zhuoyan opened Evan’s private chat window.

Wen Family’s Official Wife: 【Hello.】

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