Striving for Harmony After Transmigrating as an Alpha Female Supporting Character - Chapter 5
A middle-aged man walked onto the podium. He wore a casual shirt and had a classic “Mediterranean” hairstyle, a bald patch on top with a ring of hair around it. He was slightly plump with soft features; even when he tried to look stern, he came across more as cute than intimidating.
This was Mr. Zhang, the math teacher and homeroom advisor. In the original novel, though he acted fierce, he was a total softie, one of the few people who was genuinely kind to Jing Nianxun.
He stood straight, holding a ruler like a scepter of authority as he addressed the unruly class of wealthy heirs. “From today on, you are the students of Class 11-4! What is Class 4? It’s an honors class! And an honors class should act like one!”
Ai Xiaoyu, having been away from high school for a decade in her past life, felt a strange wave of nostalgia. Seeing a teacher who actually cared about their students’ futures was touching.
Then came the dreaded Self-Introduction.
Ai Xiaoyu asked the system to pull up the original text, and she broke into a cold sweat.
[Original Text: Ai Xiaoyu skipped to the podium, twin-tails swinging, and snatched the chalk from Mr. Zhang. She wrote her name in massive, crooked letters that took up half the board. When the class snickered, she thought they were cheering for her. She puffed out her chest and announced, “You all better remember my name! I’m Ai Xiaoyu! You can call me Little Fish!” and struck a ‘cute’ pose.]
I can’t do it, she thought, covering her eyes. I just can’t.
[System: It’ll only be a 20-point OOC deduction.]
“Fine,” she groaned.
When it was her turn, she walked up as if her legs were made of lead. Standing before kids ten years younger than her and saying those words was the peak of humiliation. She wrote her name on the board not in crooked letters, but in a neat, beautiful script and added a little doodle of a clownfish.
“Wow, her handwriting is so pretty!” someone whispered. “That little fish is so cute!”
Ai Xiaoyu blushed. Her own handwriting hadn’t been replaced by the original character’s. She turned around and forced out the line: “You… you all have to remember my name. I-I’m Ai Xiaoyu. You can call me Little Fish.”
She swallowed the final “Oh!” at the end of the sentence. The class was silent for a beat before a wave of applause broke out. “She’s so adorable! Why is she so moe?”
Wait, Ai Xiaoyu thought nervously. System, how many points am I losing?
[System: Calculating… Tell you what, I’ll give you a chance to make up for it. In the original plot, as you walk down, you’re supposed to trip the female lead so she falls on her face.]
“That’s so shameless!” Ai Xiaoyu protested. “Can I skip it?”
[System: That’s a 20-point penalty.]
Ai Xiaoyu looked toward Jing Nianxun, who was staring back at her with a look of pure shock and a hint of… was that a blush? No way.
As Jing Nianxun stood up to take her turn, Ai Xiaoyu steeled herself and stuck her foot out.
THUD.
Her foot hit a puddle of water from a nearby umbrella. She slipped, her body crashing toward the floor and she took Jing Nianxun down with her. But instead of Jing Nianxun hitting the floor, the girl landed right on top of Ai Xiaoyu.
Jing Nianxun gasped, her hands landing on something soft (Ai Xiaoyu’s chest). Her face turned bright red as she scrambled up and backed away immediately.
Ai Xiaoyu groaned as she stood up. Her hair had come undone, and her cheek was starting to swell from the impact, making her look like a hamster stuffing its face for winter.
Jing Nianxun looked at her and suddenly let out a small “Pfft”—a genuine laugh.
[System: Congratulations! Protagonist Joy +5! Entropy +20!]
Wow, Ai Xiaoyu thought. She really enjoys my suffering.
After school, the rain was pouring harder than ever. Jing Nianxun tried to leave for the bus, but Ai Xiaoyu grabbed her bag. “Didn’t I say you’re taking the car with me?”
“I thought… I thought you were just saying that,” Jing Nianxun whispered.
“Do I look like the type to break a promise?” Ai Xiaoyu snapped. (Jing Nianxun thought: Yes.)
In the car, Ai Xiaoyu noticed Jing Nianxun turned pale, her hand clutching her stomach. She was motion sick. In the novel, this was a moment for the male lead to comfort her, but here, she was suffering in silence next to her bully.
Ai Xiaoyu rolled down her window to let in fresh air.
“Miss, aren’t you cold?” the driver asked. “No,” Ai Xiaoyu said, even though she was shivering in her thin shirt as rain sprayed inside.
“Stop at the corner,” she ordered. She hopped out and ran into a custom doll shop. When she returned, she was carrying a beautifully patterned bag containing the mended grey rabbit, now restored to its former glory. She wasn’t ready to give it back yet—the system called it a “quest item,” and she wanted to save it for a critical moment.
As the car pulled into the driveway, Ai Xiaoyu opened the front door to find an unexpected guest: Ai Guohua, her father, was home.