Striving for Harmony After Transmigrating as an Alpha Female Supporting Character - Chapter 22

Cheng Wang looked incredibly confident, his movements loose and casual. After all, he was a sports student and the Vice President of the Basketball Club, how could he possibly lose to a petite young girl?

Ai Xiaoyu said nothing. She pursed her lips and glanced at Jing Nianxun, letting out a shallow laugh. Then, controlling the ball with her right hand, she shot forward like an arrow, charging at extreme speed.

Standing at nearly 180cm, Cheng Wang formed a solid barrier, using his body like a firm wall for defense. He kept his eyes locked on Ai Xiaoyu to prevent her from passing, ready to steal the ball at any second.

As she neared Cheng Wang, Ai Xiaoyu took a massive stride forward, pressing her body hard to the right. She reached out as if to swat the ball away; Cheng Wang flinched and immediately swapped the ball from his right hand to his left to protect it, but Ai Xiaoyu had already anticipated the move. Cheng Wang’s panicked maneuver sent the ball straight into her waiting hands.

Ai Xiaoyu leaped into the air. The basketball flew in a beautiful arc, swirled once around the rim, and snapped through the net.

“She passed him!”

The small boy on the sidelines clapped and cheered. Cheng Wang glared at him, and the boy immediately covered his mouth.

The first shot.

Ai Xiaoyu let out a whistle, her expression somewhat loose and rakish. Paired with her petite and cute frame, the look wasn’t jarring; instead, it held a certain charming allure that tugged at the heartstrings.

Cheng Wang stared at her intensely. Beautiful girls really aren’t to be messed with!

The second shot followed quickly. Cheng Wang was panting heavily now, realizing he was about to lose face. A crowd had begun to gather, and those who recognized Cheng Wang and Ai Xiaoyu were already whispering and pointing. Tomorrow, they’d likely be the top topic on the school forums.

For the third shot, Ai Xiaoyu didn’t even look like she intended to drive past him. Instead, she casually spun the ball on her fingertip. The basketball danced like a butterfly opening its wings, fluttering atop her finger.

After spinning it for a full minute, she finally stopped. Without even lifting her feet, she took a shot from well outside the three-point line. The ball dropped cleanly through the hoop.

“Nice!”

The crowd erupted in another round of cheers.

Cheng Wang had lost miserably, and it was a massive blow to his ego. But with everyone watching, he couldn’t back out. He could only force himself to walk forward. “You won. You can join the basketball club.”

Ai Xiaoyu picked up the ball and gave an indifferent smile. “No thanks. I didn’t actually want to join. If the whole club is at your level, why would I bother?”

She tossed the ball back to him and walked straight toward Jing Nianxun, heading back to the classroom without looking back.

Ai Xiaoyu actually had been interested in the club, but with Cheng Wang there, she decided to forget it. However, the experience made her nostalgic for her club days in her past life. Back in high school, she had joined many clubs, living every day as a vibrant, energetic student.

One day in the hallway, she spotted a poster on the wall:

[Painting Club Recruitment! Kicking off with passion at 3:00 PM. Beautiful artists are waiting for you!]

Below the text was a slightly suggestive anime illustration.

Ai Xiaoyu stared at it for three seconds and decisively tore it down.

Back in the classroom, she placed the poster on Jing Nianxun’s desk. At first glance, Jing Nianxun thought it was some kind of “adult” image. She looked at Ai Xiaoyu with an expression of pure disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

“No… you’re overthinking it.” Ai Xiaoyu rubbed her forehead. “Look, it’s the Painting Club recruitment. You haven’t joined any clubs yet, so how about trying this? I’ll go to the interview with you this afternoon.”

Jing Nianxun was still suspicious. “You’re sure you’re not just going to see beautiful girls?”

Ai Xiaoyu insisted, “I’m really not!”

What on earth gave Jing Nianxun that impression? Did she look like someone who secretly looked at suggestive pictures? She didn’t even know that about herself!

In the afternoon, they arrived at the classroom listed on the poster. Quite a few people were already waiting.

After a while, several girls walked in. Ai Xiaoyu recognized the one in the lead—she had been the host of the Arts Gala. She was tall with a slender waist and fair legs. Wearing a formal dress back then, she had possessed an ethereal, refined quality that led many to beg for her contact info.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. There was a slight issue with the interview materials, but it’s sorted now.” The girl scanned the room and gave everyone a gentle smile. “Let’s begin. I’m the President of the Painting Club, Li Shuqing. I’m a grade above you, so you can call me Sister Qingqing!”

The room broke into warm applause. Many admiring gazes fell upon Li Shuqing, and Ai Xiaoyu also took a good look at this legendary senior she had heard so much about.

Today, Li Shuqing wore a tight-fitting crop top that showed off her slim waist, paired with some uniquely styled pants covered in pockets and chains that tinkled as she moved. Her long, chestnut-colored curls draped casually over her shoulders, making her look mature and charming.

Word was she was a high-level Omega. This “spicy” type of Omega was very popular, though Ai Xiaoyu still preferred the gentle, considerate, and understanding type… well, like Jing Nianxun was now, assuming she didn’t “blacken” later.

Ai Xiaoyu looked at Li Shuqing, then back at Jing Nianxun a few more times, until Jing Nianxun asked her what was wrong.

“Nothing, nothing. I just think you’re pretty.”

“…?”

The interview task was to draw something freely on the spot within thirty minutes. Ai Xiaoyu looked at her blank drawing board and paper, only then realizing she didn’t even know how to hold a pencil for sketching.

She had originally only planned to accompany Jing Nianxun, but when Li Shuqing handed her the paper, she had given Ai Xiaoyu a wink and a magnetic “Good luck.” Naturally, she had taken the paper without thinking.

The countdown began. The room fell silent, save for the scratching of pencils. Jing Nianxun sat diagonally behind Ai Xiaoyu and had already begun drawing with total confidence.

Meanwhile, Ai “Elementary Student” Xiaoyu just wanted to give up.

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