Healing the Black Lotus Female Supporting Character (Transmigration into a Book

Before Hua You could say anything, Bian Chengyi spoke up first.

“Xiaoyu,” she said calmly—but what she said next was probably the most heartbreaking thing for Fang Jinyu to hear. “Hua You and I are used to eating together now. Since we’re registered as a couple, adding another person might feel a little awkward.”

Fang Jinyu was left speechless.

She looked at her former best friend, almost as if she were a stranger now. Her eyes turned red, on the verge of tears. Then Hua You gently stepped in.

“If you’d like, you could eat with Ling Wan and the others for a few days. Don’t worry, they’re really nice. I’ll talk to them for you. Qiezi—oh, I mean, Lu Qianzi—she’s always liked you. She really admires your talent in the humanities.”

Fang Jinyu hadn’t expected that. There was a time when none of them got along—yet now, here they were, speaking calmly and kindly. Her eyes welled up, but she simply whispered, “Thank you,” and quietly walked away. She didn’t complain or try to stay.

Hua You turned to look at Bian Chengyi. She wasn’t exactly feeling guilty, but watching the scene unfold stirred something in her. “I really wouldn’t have minded, you know…”

“I’ll call her back, then,” Bian Chengyi said casually, arms crossed.

That made Hua You panic. “No no no—please don’t! Sister Bian, come on, let’s talk this out, okay?”

“Who even likes it when someone else suddenly joins them at lunch,” Hua You mumbled under her breath.

Bian Chengyi let out a soft laugh. “Exactly.” She reached out and gently patted Hua You’s head. “Let’s go eat. And while we’re at it, maybe start thinking about your speech for the school assembly.”

“You’re still thinking about that? You should be worrying about cheering up your friend instead,” Hua You said, waving her hand. “I was supposed to be the one to play the bad guy. If you do it, it makes me look cold.”

“No, it should be me,” Bian Chengyi smiled, her expression full of amusement. She leaned closer to whisper in Hua You’s ear, “Otherwise, how would I get to see my little kitten all flustered and ready to pounce?”

Yep—she’s teasing me again!

Hua You had no idea her face was already red. She tugged at her sleeve nervously and muttered, “Sister Bian, you’re messing with me again!”

Still, Hua You went back to the dorm that night and hurried to draft her speech.

She wrote furiously at her desk while Bian Chengyi sat beside her, flipping through a worn-out vocabulary book. Every now and then, Hua You would fidget, glance out the window, or play with her fingers—clear signs that she’d hit a block.

“How does this not make sense…” she muttered with a sigh, sounding almost too casual for someone so smart. “Isn’t this obvious? But how do I explain it clearly?”

Eventually, Bian Chengyi couldn’t take it anymore. She helped revise Hua You’s overly smug speech, making it sound more humble and polished.

But when the actual day came, and Bian Chengyi sat in the auditorium’s red chairs, watching Hua You alone up on the stage, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. Everyone around them was whispering curiously about the top scorer of the joint exam—the infamous “Sleeping Beauty Demon King.”

“I heard she used to be a terrible student… like, bottom of the class. No one knows what happened.”

“Apparently, another school even asked to double-check her exam papers. But look—she still ended up number one, and she’s our student.”

“She’s adorable though! I just want to pinch her cheeks!”

Once the mic testing started, the auditorium finally quieted down.

“Ahem.” Hua You cleared her throat. “Good afternoon, teachers and fellow students. I’m Hua You from Class 3, Grade 12. I’m really honored to be here today, thanks to Director Lu’s invitation, to share some of my thoughts on studying.”

Yep—that opening definitely had Bian Chengyi’s style written all over it.

Hua You clicked the first slide. The screen showed a big diagram categorizing all ten Gaokao subjects.

She clicked on English first.

The audience stared silently as the word disappeared and a low-quality animation brought in a new word:

Memorize.

“Some of you are actually wondering how to study English?”

“It’s memorizing. That’s it.”

Now that was classic Hua You. She had found her rhythm.

She tilted her head and held up a vocabulary book, waving it lightly.

“If someone memorized this entire book and still didn’t score 120 points, feel free to come yell at me.”

“Don’t believe all that talk about watching dramas and reading original novels,” she added, fanning herself with the vocab book like a pro. “Most people end up so hooked on the emotional plot they forget they were supposed to be learning English.”

“But of course, I don’t mean you should just memorize everything mindlessly… Some of you have probably looked up every single word in a sentence, only to realize you still don’t understand it, right? That’s why you need to develop a sense for the language.”

“And no, that still doesn’t mean watching American TV shows—it means doing reading comprehension! Or asking your teachers! Memorizing sentence structures!”

After talking through all nine academic subjects, she ended with a quick tip about P.E.:

“For subjects like P.E., which depend on talent, long-term training, and don’t carry that many points—just do your best. Don’t pressure yourself too much. Treat it like a way to relax.”

When she finished, the room erupted into applause that lasted quite a while. Director Lu stood to the side, smiling proudly.

“I’ve watched this student grow through her senior year,” he said. “She used to be a real troublemaker, but look how far she’s come. Her study tips were not only detailed, but actually useful. Let’s give Hua You another round of applause!”

“Any questions from the students?”

A boy raised his hand and asked, “I’d like to know—Hua You, what made it all click for you? What helped you suddenly improve in your studies?”

Hua You thought for a moment. Remembering Bian Chengyi’s advice, she swallowed the words “just go with your gut” and replied vaguely,
“Well… I’d say do a lot of practice. The more questions you solve, the more natural it becomes.”

Then, a girl stood up and asked,
“Senior Hua You, do you think it’s still possible to turn things around with just one year of hard work in our final year?”

Hua You responded without hesitation,
“It’s more than enough. It’s never too late to start. Even the night before the exam, you can still make miracles happen. A year is plenty of time to change your life.”

Bian Chengyi rubbed her forehead. Only someone like Hua You—with her incredible memory and efficiency—would dare say something like “even the night before the exam isn’t too late.”

Another student raised a hand.
“Senior Hua You, I want to ask… in your study journey, which matters more: other people’s help or your own effort?”

Hua You smiled brightly.

“I think…” She paused for a beat.

Just when Bian Chengyi was sure she would say, ‘Your own hard work is most important’, Hua You gave a completely unexpected answer.

“I think… it’s the help of others that matters more.”

“In my study journey, my partner helped me a lot.” She held up the paper in her hand. “Even this speech today—she helped me write it.”

“She probably thinks I achieved all of this on my own. But I didn’t. Back then—” she laughed softly, “to be honest, we didn’t really get along for a long time. I secretly wanted to beat her, and that’s what pushed me to start working hard.”

“But later I realized… she’s actually been my biggest motivation all along.”

She gently pressed her lips together, then smiled with soft eyes.

“I want to say thank you.”

“To my legal partner, the ‘beauty class rep’ of Class 3, Bian Chengyi.”

The auditorium erupted in applause and laughter.

Standing in the center of all those eyes, Hua You met Bian Chengyi’s gaze—calm, confident, and proud.

And Bian Chengyi thought, She probably knows exactly what I see in her eyes right now.

“Even if this marriage is just for show, having once been by your side is something I’ll treasure for a long time.”

For a moment, Bian Chengyi found it hard to withstand that blazing, focused look.

If only…

If only we were really married… How amazing would that be?

The moment the thought surfaced, even Bian Chengyi felt her heart tremble. She could feel a faint, familiar ache—one that signaled her susceptibility period was approaching early.

Meanwhile, Hua You was still speaking.

“I know that many of you here today have someone important in your lives—whether it’s a partner, a friend, or a family member. To not disappoint them, we’ve all been silently fighting a war against our own tiredness, our own laziness.”

“And I know many of us are already covered in invisible wounds. On the outside, we look fine—but inside, we’re hanging by a thread. Some of you are even pushing people away, trying to protect them, hoping they’ll only remember the ‘best’ version of you—the perfect, successful, cheerful you.”

“But let me say this: no one wins this war forever. Just like I won’t know until the very last moment whether I’ll get into Ke University.”

“The people who love you—truly love you—love the version of you that gets sad, that breaks down, that fails. They love all of you. If they only love the polished, high-achieving version of you who never cries…”

“…then that love isn’t worth keeping.”

“But if they love the real, flawed, hurting you—then no matter what happens, don’t believe this war defines your entire life.”

“Hold on to the people you love. Don’t give up on those you care about. No matter how small, broken, or exhausted you feel—if you give up, the people who love you will suffer a hundred times more.”

“And to close… I want to dedicate those words to someone very special—to the partner of my partner’s friend.” Hua You gave a soft laugh. “I know that sounds a bit confusing—”
(the whole room burst into laughter)
“—but I’m sure we all get it. We’ve made it through nearly three full years together. Let’s spend the last two months with the ones we love, and give it our all.”

“And finally—one last thing.”

“Good luck, everyone! May you all crush the Gaokao!!”

Especially you, Sister Bian.

More than anyone, I want to see you win this war.

But more than winning…

—I hope when it’s over, you’re whole. You’re healthy. You’re happy. And you’re free from the weight of it all.

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