Striving for Harmony After Transmigrating as an Alpha Female Supporting Character - Chapter 11
For a long time after watching that horror movie, Ai Xiaoyu felt a lingering shadow whenever she was around Jing Nianxun. Since they were seatmates, contact was inevitable, and every time it happened, she could not help but remember her loss of composure. As a mere supporting character, what right did she have to cling to the heroine and refuse to let go the entire time?
Jing Nianxun’s gaze toward her had also become a bit strange. The previous fear, hostility, and submissiveness had faded, replaced by a look of curiosity and probing. It was no wonder the heroine felt suspicious. After all, the soul inside this shell had changed. No matter how hard she tried to imitate the original, she could not be an exact replica. Even if she avoided blatant OOC moments, the people around her were bound to notice something was off.
After that day, the System deliberated and ultimately added 10 points to her OOC value, bringing the total to 50.
Ai Xiaoyu began to worry. At this rate, her OOC value was growing faster than her Entropy. If her Entropy did not reach 500 before her OOC hit 100, the person known as “Ai Xiaoyu” would cease to exist in this world.
Just as she was fretting, the System suddenly issued a mission.
[Hello, Host. To promote plot development and help you better adapt to this world, the higher-ups have issued a mandatory mission. Failure to complete it will result in Entropy -10,000.]
Ai Xiaoyu jumped in fright. 10,000 Entropy? That was a direct death sentence. “What mission?”
[An important plot point from the original book: Because Cheng Wang likes Jing Nianxun, Ai Xiaoyu’s hatred reaches an extreme. During self-study one day, she takes Jing Nianxun to the restroom and beats her up, causing her to be hospitalized for a week.]
“…”
So, it was literally forcing her to use violence against the heroine?
Ai Xiaoyu wanted to curse, but the thought of the negative 10,000 Entropy consequence kept her mouth shut. Why did there have to be such a brainless and violent mission? The System offered no explanation, merely stating that the higher-ups were monitoring the progress and felt her behavior was unsatisfactory, thus resorting to this measure.
Ai Xiaoyu felt a massive headache coming on. If she did it, the heroine would hate her to the core. All her previous efforts to build goodwill would be wasted, and she might never be able to redeem herself. The heroine would still darken and seek revenge later. But if she defied the System, losing 10,000 Entropy meant she was dead either way.
One was slow-acting poison, the other was immediate execution. Neither had a good ending. Furthermore, she did not even know how to fight, nor could she bring herself to hit someone.
She could not find a way to satisfy both sides and kept procrastinating. The System reminded her several times, but she could not make up her mind. Sometimes, looking at Jing Nianxun’s profile, her long downcast eyelashes, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, she felt nothing but pity. How could she ever strike her?
Eventually, the System stopped reminding her. The silence in her mind filled her with a sense of panic, like an omen of approaching danger.
One day, during self-study, the perfect time to complete the mission arrived. Ai Xiaoyu was restlessly doodling on her paper; half the period had passed without a single answer in her workbook. Perhaps troubled by her recent worries, she felt her heart racing and her body growing irritable. Looking at the dense text in her workbook made her want to tear the pages out.
Ai Xiaoyu put down her pen and decided to go to the restroom to splash some water on her face and calm down. Just as she stepped out of the classroom, she felt a wave of dizziness. Her head was heavy and throbbing. Was her body already this weak?
She hurried toward the restrooms, nearly entering the wrong door. The school had six restrooms, one for each gender of Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Ai Xiaoyu entered the female Alpha restroom. It was silent and empty. Since it was self-study time, she had been able to step out freely when she felt unwell.
Ai Xiaoyu turned on the tap and splashed water on her face. When she looked up into the mirror, her face seemed even redder. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyelids drooped with irritation. As water droplets rolled from her cheeks to her neck, she suddenly felt an itch at the nape of her neck.
She followed the sensation and touched the swollen area on the back of her neck. She realized with a jolt that her gland was engorged.
This is Ai Xiaoyu had a terrible premonition. She was entering her rut.
Omegas had heat cycles, and Alphas had ruts. Ruts were far less frequent than heats, but they were just as intense. Many Alphas who were usually carefree were often caught completely unprepared. As a transmigrator, Ai Xiaoyu had never experienced a rut before. Her bag only contained scent blockers; as for suppressants, she did not even know how to use them.
Feeling the peach scent grow thicker in the air around her, Ai Xiaoyu cursed under her breath.
Jing Nianxun sat alone at her desk, frowning at the empty seat beside her. Ai Xiaoyu had been gone for a while; why had she not returned?
When she left, her complexion had been poor, and she had even been wobbling. Was she sick? No, why was she concerned about that? Jing Nianxun shook her head vigorously to clear those thoughts.
Just then, someone tapped on the window. Every student in the class looked out. Ai Xiaoyu’s two lackeys—the Bald One and the Tattooed One—were leaning against the back door, scanning the room.
“Sister Ai isn’t here,” the Bald One whispered.
The Tattooed One replied, “Probably out playing. Ah, look, isn’t that the person who was next to Sister Ai at the cinema?”
He pointed at Jing Nianxun. The Bald One looked over. “Yeah, that’s her. That day we saw Boss cry with our own eyes; it must have been her trick! Let’s get her!”
The Bald One whistled toward Jing Nianxun and beckoned her over. Jing Nianxun hesitated, but the Bald One started to walk into the classroom. Seeing how troublesome they looked, the other students urged, “Jing Nianxun, do you know them? Quick, just go!”
Jing Nianxun had no choice but to step out, her eyes guarded. The two led her toward the restrooms. The Tattooed One sneered, “When I walked past earlier, I smelled leaking pheromones from the female Alpha restroom. Why don’t we…”
The Bald One rubbed his hands and gave a thumbs up.
Jing Nianxun was dragged to the entrance of the female Alpha restroom. Sensing something was wrong inside, she struggled to pull away, but the door was already slightly ajar. She was pushed hard, slamming into the door and falling backward into the room.
“Enjoy yourself.”
The Tattooed One chuckled and pulled the door shut tight.
As soon as the door closed, Jing Nianxun felt an overwhelming scent of peaches behind her. It attacked aggressively, saturating every inch of the air with a cloying sweetness.
Before she could even turn around to see who it was, a pair of arms wrapped around her neck. Fingertips brushed against her long-silent gland. The peach scent spread even more wildly, and the body pressed against her was scorching hot, like a ripe peach that had lost its skin, revealing the tempting core beneath.
Jing Nianxun instinctively tried to break free and rush for the door, but those arms held her tighter. She could feel a burning forehead resting against her long hair, and hot breaths swirling around her gland.
“Don’t move.”
A voice, both strange and familiar, sounded. Familiar because she recognized the voice, she heard day and night; strange because it was trembling and weak, completely unlike its usual self.
“Xiao Yu…”
Jing Nianxun’s breathing grew heavy. Without realizing it, she had dropped the surname and called her by her nickname. It was the most intimate way to address her.
“Please, please!”
Ai Xiaoyu’s voice actually carried a hint of a sob. Jing Nianxun felt a cool liquid sliding down the back of her neck. Was Ai Xiaoyu crying? Why? Weren’t Alphas in ruts supposed to go on a rampage?
Why did she hear nothing but helplessness in Ai Xiaoyu’s voice?
This was an Ai Xiaoyu she had never seen before.