My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 12

At this point, Lu Ying had completely shoved the thought of her Third Brother to the back of her mind. While stroking the maid’s small, soft hand, she was blissfully anticipating her upcoming lunch.

The car came to a halt. As the door slid open, Lu Ying released the maid, skipped down the steps, and looked up at the school gates.

It was… massive.

Calling it a school was an understatement; it was more like a sprawling luxury castle. Outside the castle, the high stone archway that served as the gate was carved with exquisite bas-reliefs. On either side, guards dressed in exaggerated suits of armor stood as straight as arrows.

If this were reality, Lu Ying would have stayed on the spot to take a tourist photo.

As she stood before the car admiring the scenery, she noticed the surrounding noise had dimmed significantly. Looking around, she realized that many people had stopped in their tracks to stare at her.

Here we go. The cringe-inducing plot points are starting!

Other young masters and misses gradually gravitated toward her, looking at her with eyes full of reverence.

The family behind this Young Mistress possessed wealth that could rival nations. If you added up the net worth of everyone else in the school, it wouldn’t even equal a fraction of her family’s pocket change. The treasures in her home were so numerous they’d take days to list; in short, everything “best” in the world belonged to her. The most beautiful clothes were hers, and the shiniest jewels were hers.

To her, these heirs of prominent families were mere commoners. And yet, this noble lady did not despise them; she was willing to attend classes in the same school. What an honor!

Furthermore, she was not just rich and beautiful; she was the smartest student in the school. She always scored perfect marks on her exams—no problem was too difficult for her. Every one of her smiles could melt ice, and every word she spoke set hearts racing… almost no one hated her. In their minds, she was the definition of perfection. It seemed everyone was destined to love her.

Every morning, students would gather at the gate just to catch a glimpse of her.

Teenagers huddled together, tirelessly praising Lu Ying’s beauty, her figure, her character… some even took the chance to confess, hoping for a sliver of an opportunity to be near her.

One boy with blue eyes standing close to her became overwhelmed by emotion. Clutching his chest, he cried, “Oh heavens, how can such a perfect girl exist? Just looking at her feels like an insult to her grace…”

Lu Ying discovered that once embarrassment reaches a certain threshold, one’s heart eventually returns to a state of calm. At this moment, she could even provide a deadpan rebuttal: “Then don’t look.”

Jian Qin, silently watching the drama unfold, nearly burst out laughing.

“Oh my god! She responded to me! She responded!”

The boy’s lips trembled with excitement; he almost forgot to breathe. He didn’t mind her sharp tongue at all; he grabbed his man-servant and wept tears of joy.

Lu Ying: “…”

These background characters are taking this way too seriously!

She tried to keep her eyes forward and walk on, ignoring the suitors who didn’t even seem to expect a real response anyway.

Then, the girl named Man… Man-something-or-other appeared.

The crowd of supporters parted to create a path for Lu Ying. However, this girl was exceptionally arrogant. She blocked Lu Ying’s path and shouted, “I, Man-Lian-Qing·Cloud-Moon·Ice-Condensation-Like-Pity, formally challenge you today!”

Lu Ying: “…”

Right. I remember now.

Man-Lian-Qing·Cloud-Moon·Ice-Condensation-Like-Pity!

It suddenly occurred to Lu Ying that throughout the whole book, her own designation had always been “Young Mistress.” She hadn’t even given herself a proper name yet.

Maybe I’ll name myself in the draft tomorrow? Oh, and the maid needs a name too.

Even though this was currently the only NPC in the book with a full name, Lu Ying was too lazy to acknowledge her and continued walking.

The girl spread her arms wide to stop her. “What are you so proud of! Once I beat you in this exam and become the top student in school, you won’t be the smartest anymore! All the boys will fall in love with me, and you will be a loser that no one cares about!”

Lu Ying: “…”

Kid, who gave you the guts to challenge the female lead’s plot armor?

Oh… right. I did. I wrote this.

Lu Ying felt no need to engage with an NPC whose fate she could change with a flick of a pen. She was about to step around her when the person beside her suddenly spoke.

Jian Qin didn’t know what had gotten into her—perhaps she was too deep in character—but she actually spoke up: “In your dreams.”

Whoa. Look at the maid defending her.

Lu Ying couldn’t help but smile. That bright, radiant smile triggered another wave of screams from the surrounding students. Seeing “Man-whatever”’s face twist in fury at the maid’s remark, Lu Ying stifled her grin and backed up her lovely maid: “Yeah. Keep dreaming.”

A roar of laughter broke out from the crowd. Having never suffered such humiliation, Man-Lian-Qing·Cloud-Moon·Ice-Condensation-Like-Pity trembled with rage. “Curse you! Just you wait!”

“Man-Lian-Qing·Cloud-Moon·Ice-Condensation-Like-Pity is nothing but a commoner before the Young Mistress.”

“The Young Mistress gets perfect scores every time. How could a commoner like her ever surpass her?”

“Exactly. I heard her family’s annual income is only a few hundred billion. Even their toilets are only made of gold. Not like the Young Mistress—her bathroom walls are encrusted with South African diamonds.”

“A girl from such a poor family dares to challenge the Young Mistress…”

Lu Ying: “…” How do they know about the bathroom situation?!

Wait, something else was wrong.

Did they just say the “Man” girl’s family income was… only a few hundred billion?

ONLY a few hundred billion?!

POOR?!

Watching the girl tuck her skirt and flee in defeat, Lu Ying suddenly realized—the joke was actually on her. QAQ

As a person with an annual income of barely a hundred thousand, Lu Ying listened to the crowd mock a multi-billionaire as “poor” while she walked into the castle-like teaching building with very mixed emotions.

*****

The moment she stepped inside, she managed to recover from the “hundreds of billions” trauma and focused on a more pressing issue.

She had forgotten to write down which classroom she was supposed to go to.

Lu Ying reached the castle lobby and looked up. The spiral staircase was carved with intricate patterns; staring at it for too long caused a slight sense of vertigo. The top floor had a skylight that let in brilliant rays, while other areas were lit by orange lamps, making the castle look mysterious and enchanting.

It was beautiful, sure… but which floor was hers?

While Lu Ying stood there in a daze, the other students didn’t stop. As beautiful as the Young Mistress was, they still had to go to class. Only those in Lu Ying’s class remained nearby. Seeing her hesitate, a girl with curly pink hair blinked and asked, “Young Mistress, aren’t you going to the classroom?”

Lu Ying grabbed this lifeline instantly. “Lead the way.”

Thrilled to be acknowledged by the noble Young Mistress, “Pinky” happily ran ahead to lead the way. The group climbed the spiral staircase for ages before finally stopping at the third floor.

Three floors sounded low, but because each floor was exaggeratedly tall, the third floor was equivalent to about ten stories in a normal building.

Lu Ying, clutching her skirt and gasping for breath, mentally slapped herself. If I knew the floors were this high, why didn’t I write in an elevator!

She was exhausted to the point of coughing up blood. She glanced at the maid next to her, whose breathing hadn’t even changed, and realized: I could have just had her carry me up…

This NPC carried her out of bed every day; her arm strength must be incredible!

If this were the pre-transmigration Lu Ying, she would have let the maid carry her without a second thought. But after meeting the maid’s gentle gaze for a second, she couldn’t bear to do it.

Whatever. I’ll climb it myself. Consider it a workout.

Under Pinky’s guidance, they reached the classroom. Lu Ying peeked inside and gasped. Even though she hadn’t described the classroom in detail, the objects generated here still fit the Mary Sue setting: they were SUPER. DUPER. HUGE.

The classroom was the size of an auditorium, with only ten massive desks scattered about. The textbooks and stationery sitting on them looked small, pathetic, and helpless. Each desk was flanked by a bookshelf filled with books.

Lu Ying felt a headache coming on at the sight of books. She prayed silently: Please, let them be normal books. She didn’t want to walk over and find a shelf full of the nonsense novels she’d written in the past…

The other eight seats were already taken, and every student had brought their own servant. Pinky finished her task and sat down with her servant at a desk. Lu Ying took the only remaining empty seat.

Hmm, the sofa paired with this desk is actually quite comfortable. If she’d had a sofa this cozy back in school… she probably wouldn’t have made it to university. It was too comfortable! Who would want to study? She just wanted to nap or curl up and play games.

Lounging on the sofa, the Young Mistress mentally reviewed the upcoming plot.

The next sequence was simple: she would apply some medicine to the maid’s burn, then sleep through the morning. After waking up, the maid would lead her to lunch with her Fourth Brother—essentially a mini-banquet. Afterward, they’d go to the music room to nap while the maid played the piano. Then, after a stroll around campus, she’d decide school was boring and go home early.

The plot had zero logic; it was just eating and sleeping. It was perfectly designed to serve her goal of returning to reality.

Actually, before transmigrating, she had only sent the heroine to school because every Mary Sue heroine goes to school. Her original plan involved a “Campus F4″—Murong Gousheng, Huangfu Tiezhu, Duanmu Wangcai, and Shangguan Fugui. Four devastatingly handsome guys with millions of fans who only loved the heroine. One would throw money off the roof to prove his love, while the others… she hadn’t thought of their parts yet.

But now that she was physically in the story, she definitely wasn’t going to write those universe-tier cringe scenes. She didn’t even want to step foot in school again. After sixteen years of schooling in the real world, she didn’t want to spend her transmigrated nights studying. That’s why she’d written “sleeping” as a way to hand-wave the classes.

But wait… she was in this world because she was sleeping. Could she actually fall asleep inside the book world?

Pondering this, Lu Ying wondered if she should sleep lying down or sitting up. Just as she was considering what to use as a pillow, the teacher walked in. A massive screen lowered at the front of the room, and the projector displayed the PowerPoint for today’s lesson.

Standing before the screen, the teacher looked about the same size as the words on the slide. Even with her nearsightedness, Lu Ying could see the words clearly.

She squinted and read the title:

CULTURAL APPRECIATION CLASS.

Oh no. I have a bad feeling about this.

Sure enough, when the next slide appeared, Lu Ying’s eyes rolled back, and she nearly died on the spot.

What kind of “Cultural Appreciation” is this?! This is an excerpt from my last novel!

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