The Plan to Save the Villainess Supporting Actress [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11.1

Gao Hongzhe: The one you’ve got your eye on is practically turning the classroom into a dance variety show. Go deal with her before it gets out of hand.

Xu Silan lowered her gaze, her fingertips brushing over the unread WeChat message as the corners of her lips curled up.

“Five wan.”

“Pong!”

With a crisp smack, Xu Silan tossed out a tile, claiming the one the director had just played.

“Teacher Xu, are you in love?”

Xu Silan arched an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“Your mood before and after checking that message is night and day. When I ponged your tile and won that last round, I almost thought you were going to hit me.”

The director chuckled, ponging vocal coach Bi Junyu’s nine-dot tile, teasing as he spoke.

Xu Silan replied nonchalantly, “What’s fun about love compared to mahjong?”

“I seriously suspect you only agreed to join this show because you could play mahjong here,” Bi Junyu quipped, though his brows were furrowed as he calculated the tiles on the table.

“As if.” Xu Silan glanced at the tile she’d just drawn, pushed it forward with slender fingers, and smirked. “Hu.”

Bi Junyu rolled his eyes. “Again? You’re killing me.”

“Come on, share the good news. Let your senior in on the fun too.”

The two were from the same company, and Bi Junyu had debuted a few years before Xu Silan. Back when she wasn’t so audacious, she’d occasionally call him “senior.”

Too bad the girl had only grown bolder over the years.

When it came to claiming his tiles, she showed no mercy.

“Guess.”

Xu Silan let out a light laugh, stood up, and walked away without a backward glance, leaving the three of them squawking in protest.

“Hey! What the hell! We’re down a player now!”

“Get Gao Hongzhe. He’s got nothing better to do.”

“Quick, call Xiao Gao over! Xu Silan, I’m officially revoking your mahjong privileges!”

Xu Silan paused at the door, turning back with a coquettish tilt of her head, her eyes brimming with disdain.

“The three of you? Too weak.”

Bi Junyu nearly choked on his anger.

Nothing annoyed him more than people calling him bad at mahjong—especially Xu Silan, because he genuinely couldn’t beat her.

And the worst part? She’d learned the game from him.

Watching the door slowly close, he grabbed the director’s arm and hissed through gritted teeth, “Kick her out! Do it, and I’ll introduce you to an international dancer!”

Outside, Xu Silan was in high spirits, practically humming a tune.

She’d noticed it yesterday—something was different between her roommate and her little apprentice.

The girl’s gaze was determined, sure, but her focus wasn’t on herself.

She claimed to want an opportunity, yet her eyes kept drifting toward her apprentice.

Clearly, she was trying to motivate the other girl.

So Xu Silan had gone along with it, pushing the two of them a little. Who knew? Maybe her apprentice would have a change of heart.

Pulling out her phone, she couldn’t resist rereading Gao Hongzhe’s message.

See? Just a few hours, and the results were already showing.

In the F-class classroom, Zhu Ran executed a flawless spinning kick, landing in a perfect pose.

Nan Zhi, Tang Keyue, and the others screamed themselves hoarse, while even Xue Zhi had exhausted her voice and was now leaning against Tang Keyue for support.

Tang Keyue, already petite, bore Xue Zhi’s full weight, causing her to tilt toward Nan Zhi until half her body was pressed against her.

From Zhu Ran’s perspective, the two looked practically entwined, intimately close.

Amid the lingering thrill of dancing and singing, a strange, inexplicable emotion quietly took root, disrupting the afterglow.

Zhu Ran couldn’t quite grasp what it was, so she could only temporarily define it as displeasure.

It seemed that every time she saw Nan Zhi interacting with Tang Keyue, she would sense this emotion.

Soon, the shouts of the staff echoed outside the classroom. As the crowd dispersed, Xue Zhi immediately perked up, and Tang Keyue finally managed to sit up straight.

Zhu Ran lowered her eyelids and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

“Zhu Ran, you’re really something. Want to team up with me for the first performance? Let’s pick something explosive—we’re guaranteed to win.”

The speaker was Huang Yiqian, the renowned dance lead of Group A.

Originally a professional backup dancer for a well-known domestic girl group, she had joined the show out of admiration for Xu Silan.

Dancers and rappers always carried a certain wild energy, and Huang Yiqian was no exception.

When she first arrived, she couldn’t help but look down on some of the delicate, fragile girls, especially since she had been placed in Class A twice, making it even easier for her to dismiss trainees from other classes.

But Zhu Ran was different.

During the evaluations, she had noticed that Zhu Ran’s dancing was on another level compared to the others.

After this battle, Huang Yiqian was even more convinced that Zhu Ran was someone who belonged in her league.

Staying in Class F was a waste of her talent.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Ran shook her head and declined her offer.

“Thank you.”

Seeing her refusal, Huang Yiqian didn’t press further. After greeting Xue Zhi, she left the Class F classroom.

With the crowd gone, Zhu Ran finally caught Nan Zhi, who had been slacking off for a long time, and looked at her sternly.

“If you don’t practice now, you really won’t make it in time.”

“Zhu Ran, you should go.”

“Go where? What Huang Yiqian mentioned?”

“No, the theme song MV recording.” Nan Zhi grasped Zhu Ran’s outstretched hand, using the support to stand up, muttering, “Finally, it’s not cold anymore.”

If Zhu Ran’s hands still weren’t warm after dancing for so long, her constitution would be truly terrible!

Luckily, it seemed there was still hope.

Zhu Ran frowned, puzzled. “Didn’t Teacher Xu already agree to give you a chance? You don’t want to go anymore?”

“Yeah. Zhu Ran, haven’t you noticed? When you sing and dance, so many people are drawn to you. Even though they’re your competitors, they still cheer for you. You shouldn’t give up. Go find Teacher Xu now, I believe you still have a chance.”

What answered Nan Zhi was a long silence.

So long that Nan Zhi thought Zhu Ran would shake her head again. But then, Zhu Ran suddenly asked, “Do you want to hear a story?”

Nan Zhi nodded vigorously.

Finally!

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