Making All the Crazy Beauties Hate Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: It Is Indeed Very Comfortable

Contestants had to live in the contestant dormitories. Since Shen Hehui performed well in the first round, she lived in a four-person room designated for the top four scorers; those ranked below fourth had to stay in six-person rooms.

The four-person room was large. Despite being a dormitory, there was more than enough space between beds to play ping-pong. It featured a sofa, a TV, and a large wardrobe and desk for each person.

The sugary-sweet girl who had greeted Shen Hehui, Zhao Nanzhi, was also there. Her name was pasted on her bed, and she was busy packing her luggage with several contestants who had become her “little lackeys” in just half a day.

There was another girl in the dorm who didn’t speak. Her overly long bangs covered her eyes. Shen Hehui remembered that she had performed an original song on the debut stage with a very eerie style.

Staying in the dorm was boring, and Shen Hehui didn’t want to talk to Zhao Nanzhi. She dropped her luggage and left, wandering over to the staff villa in the back to find Wang Qing.

Wang Qing was sitting on the steps at the entrance, a cigarette between her fingers, its light flickering in the night. Catching sight of Shen Hehui, she crushed the cigarette out on the concrete ground.

Shen Hehui sat down beside her. “Didn’t you say you had work tonight?”

Wang Qing smiled. “Skipped it. I was waiting for you.”

Shen Hehui didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “You can skip work just like that?”

“Of course. Where do you want to go play? Or should we go to my room?”

Sitting under the streetlamp, Shen Hehui looked at Wang Qing’s face illuminated by the light and suddenly said, “I want to take you to get your ears pierced.”

Shen Hehui was quite familiar with this area; she had likely come to this studio frequently as a child to film commercials. She held Wang Qing’s hand and led her through several winding turns, eventually ducking into a tattoo parlor hidden in an alley.

The shop was small but had a strong personality, evident from the strange graffiti on the exterior wall. Inside sat only one girl with full-sleeve tattoos. Seeing Shen Hehui enter, she nodded, her eyes never leaving her phone.

The two seemed close. Shen Hehui led Wang Qing into the inner room and familiarly began disinfecting the tools herself.

Wang Qing asked, “Do you come here often?”

Shen Hehui nodded. “Back then, every time I finished a commercial, I’d come here to get a hole pierced.”

Wang Qing looked at the array of jewelry on her right ear. “You must have filmed quite a lot of commercials.”

Shen Hehui grinned. “This doesn’t even count the ones that closed up. I’ve had lip and tongue piercings too, but I was too lazy to maintain them, so they healed on their own.”

Some say that piercing one’s body is a premeditated, controlled form of self-harm—one can foresee exactly when the pain will arrive and develop an anticipation for it, all without bothering anyone else. It is very convenient.

Wang Qing asked, “Why only pierce the right ear?”

Shen Hehui disinfected the piercing gun and shrugged. “No reason. Just picked it randomly.”

Wang Qing felt a chill on her earlobe. She knew Shen Hehui was swabbing it with disinfectant. Immediately following was a click, and a cold, piercing pain shot through her left ear, followed by a searing heat, as if it were on fire.

Shen Hehui leaned down to lick away the bead of blood and handed the piercing gun to Wang Qing. “The left ear is reserved for you.”

Wang Qing followed her example, using a cotton swab for the disinfectant, and smiled. “Is it because the left ear is closer to the heart?”

Shen Hehui loved that explanation and nodded happily. “Yes. Because it’s closer to the heart.”

The studs were punched in along with the gun—the same style, a matching pair. Wang Qing had had ear piercings when she was alive, but having them done by Shen Hehui’s own hand felt different from doing it herself.

It was her first time experiencing a voluntary pain brought by another person.

In such a cramped room, Wang Qing couldn’t help but feel a bit more curious about Shen Hehui. “Why get a piercing after a commercial? Was it very exhausting?”

“No,” Shen Hehui said with eyes curved in a smile. “After a commercial, I’ve earned a sum of money, and I’m one step closer to freedom.”

Wang Qing nodded understandingly. “That day will come.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds before Shen Hehui tilted Wang Qing’s chin up to kiss her. There was still a faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Simultaneously, the system’s prompt rang in Wang Qing’s head: “Affection +5, currently 95.”

Wang Qing enjoyed the fiery pain from her left ear. Thinking that this was a pain shared by both of them, she felt the sensation was actually quite good.

People say that those who pierce their ears together will be together for lifetimes.

Shen Hehui’s performance in the program was nothing short of stunning. As soon as the first episode aired, she hit a string of trending searches. Those two songs, “Breaking the Cocoon” and “Becoming a Butterfly,” trended on short-video apps for weeks. With an authoritative face, voice, and aura, it would be hard for this type not to be a hit.

The current survival show audience craved this kind of talented, ambitious player. After the first episode, Shen Hehui’s popularity was in a league of its own. Even every single stud on her ear was analyzed in high-res photos by fans seeking the same style.

Trending alongside Shen Hehui was the girl with the long bangs from her dorm; the “ship” videos of the two of them became unexpectedly viral.

These past few days, Shen Hehui was either writing in the recording room or looking for Wang Qing. Wang Qing seemed quite idle. Sometimes when Shen Hehui went over in the afternoon, she hadn’t even woken up yet; her lazy appearance made her look more like a house cat.

Shen Hehui put the groceries she bought into the kitchen fridge. “Why is the alcohol disappearing so fast? Do you have to drink every night?”

Wang Qing lay slumped on the sofa, too lazy to open her eyes. “Nothing else to do.”

Shen Hehui knelt beside her, rubbing the cartilage of her ear. “Has it healed yet?”

“Mine will be healed when yours is.”

This feeling of being tied together by some sort of connection made Shen Hehui feel exceptionally satisfied. She pulled Wang Qing’s waist, letting her sleep with her head on her shoulder, holding her tight as if their ribs could grow together.

Wang Qing, too lazy to exert energy, asked helplessly, “Finished writing your new song?”

“Finished, just waiting for the final touch.” Shen Hehui kissed her temple. “I want to stay here with you.”

“So clingy?” Wang Qing murmured. “There’s nothing fun here except alcohol.”

At the mention of alcohol, Shen Hehui couldn’t help but nag: “You should control your smoking and drinking. Didn’t you just buy those bottles a couple of days ago? You drink them so fast. Others wake up and drink tea or coffee; you drink spirits and wine. And the cigarettes—smoking too much is bad for your health…”

Wang Qing, nestled in the crook of her neck, didn’t fall back asleep. Though still lazy, her gaze was clear—still like a dark well, yet different from before.

She seemed to enjoy this nagging, to the point of being somewhat immersed in it. She didn’t move or stop her. For a moment, the system almost suspected she had been possessed.

Could a person who only enjoyed physical relationships and lacked a heart truly show such a nearly peaceful, satisfied expression because of a few ordinary, nagging words from a bed partner?

…How strange.

Shen Hehui could write songs, and she was also quite good at cooking. To keep Wang Qing from eating takeout every day, she came over to cook at least one meal for her.

After eating, Wang Qing would loll around lazily. The longer they spent together, the more Shen Hehui felt she was like a sloth—moving only when absolutely necessary.

Alcohol swirled through Wang Qing’s blood, but she felt very comfortable. She curled up on the sofa, covered with a fuzzy blanket. Beside her was the warm body temperature of another person and the faint scent of soap.

It was indeed very comfortable.

As the saying goes, “warmth breeds desire.” Once full and with nothing to do, Shen Hehui carried Wang Qing into the bathroom and then dallied onto the bed.

The only downside of a young bed partner was the excessive energy. Previously, Shen Hehui would practice singing and dancing in the company training room for ten hours, then find Wang Qing at night and dally for half the night. Sometimes this routine lasted a week, as if she could never get her fill.

Wang Qing admitted she liked it, but her soul’s age was catching up, after all. Doing it too frequently left her feeling “more than willing but lacking the strength,” making it feel like she was the one being kept.

Wang Qing let out a heavy, hot breath and knocked on the system in her mind: “Aren’t you going to do something? I feel like I’m going to die.”

The system was silent for a moment. “Do you have to knock on me at a time like this?”

Wang Qing couldn’t help but arch her neck, which Shen Hehui promptly bit. Her fingertips were trembling. “Don’t…”

Shen Hehui grabbed her fingertips and kissed them. “Sister, what are you shaking for?”

Ultimately, Shen Hehui didn’t sleep over. Right after the shower, Wang Qing crossly drove her away. Shen Hehui felt bashful and took the chance to steal a few more kisses before leaving.

Lying on the large bed with the fresh sheets Shen Hehui had changed, Wang Qing suddenly asked, “What is the time limit for the world mission?”

System: “I thought you were planning to settle down here.”

“Five months. If both stats aren’t maxed out at 100 within five months, the mission is a failure.”

Wang Qing sprawled out lazily. “It’s already been over a month.”

“I’ll have to start pulling up the Hate value together.”

System: “Are you going to start doing things to hurt her?”

Wang Qing curled her lips and smiled. “Just playing a game.”

When Shen Hehui returned to the dorm, the atmosphere was strange. Zhao Nanzhi and several contestants had surrounded the girl with long bangs in the middle. They looked unfriendly, as if saying something.

The girl with long bangs said nothing, shrinking against the wall without lifting her head.

Zhao Nanzhi pushed her shoulder. “Can’t you even let out a fart? I asked where the lipstick on my desk went. Is it that hard to say?”

The people around her jeered, “It couldn’t have been you who took it, right?”

“That lipstick is expensive. If you took it, hand it over quickly.”

“Don’t be so light-fingered. Is it your property?”

Bang! Shen Hehui kicked the door open. Several contestants looked at each other, appearing a bit awkward.

Zhao Nanzhi glanced at her. “You’re back. Good timing. Check if you’re missing anything. You’re rarely in the dorm; you won’t even know when your home is being robbed.”

Shen Hehui said flatly, “Do you have evidence?”

Zhao Nanzhi: “…What?”

Shen Hehui pointed at the long-haired girl. “You said she stole your things. Do you have evidence?”

“Evidence?” Zhao Nanzhi acted as if she had heard a joke. “My lipstick went missing at noon. She was the only one in the dorm at noon. Who else could it be but her?”

“So there’s no evidence,” Shen Hehui said. “Call the police then.”

It was one thing to cause a small scene among themselves, but calling the police would cause trouble for the production team and investors. The person beside Zhao Nanzhi whispered to persuade her, “Maybe forget it. We can look for it later.”

Shen Hehui acted as if she only just noticed these people and said coldly, “Who allowed you into my dorm?”

The contestants exchanged looks. Weighing their options, they dared not provoke Shen Hehui further, gave a greeting, and left en masse. Seeing that Shen Hehui didn’t give her any face, Zhao Nanzhi’s face darkened. “Do you have to go against me?”

Shen Hehui sneered. “You think too much of yourself.”

Zhao Nanzhi slammed the mirror in her hand onto the desk. “Shen Hehui, those words should be sent right back to you. Last time you said you had a girlfriend—who is she? Do you dare say her name?”

Shen Hehui looked at her coldly, saying nothing.

Zhao Nanzhi said, “Of course you don’t dare. It’s fine if you’re just wishful thinking, but why drag Teacher Ji into it? Does Teacher Ji treat you like a girlfriend?”

Seeing that Shen Hehui remained silent, Zhao Nanzhi became even more emboldened. She walked slowly to Shen Hehui’s side and whispered, “People who climb into beds should have the awareness of someone climbing into a bed. What exactly are you being so arrogant about?”

Shen Hehui suddenly let out a hum of laughter.

Zhao Nanzhi hated this look the most. “What are you laughing at?”

Shen Hehui said leisurely, “I’m laughing because it’s a pity. A pity that you will never know what it tastes like to be in Ji Laizhi’s bed.”

Zhao Nanzhi said, “How do you know I’ll never know?”

Shen Hehui sized her up ruthlessly from head to toe and said casually, “She likes people who are good-looking and have a good figure.”

Zhao Nanzhi’s face turned black. She shouted at Shen Hehui’s departing back, “You just wait and see!”