The Plan to Save the Villainess Supporting Actress [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

The minor incident quickly passed, and during the recording the next day, Shen Jiaying didn’t approach Zhu Ran or Nan Zhi again.

Despite this, Nan Zhi couldn’t shake a faint sense of unease.

After Zhu Ran had spoken those words, Shen Jiaying’s expression had been far from pleasant.

It was as if the mask she always wore had suddenly developed tiny cracks, then gradually, bit by bit, began to peel away.

A storm was brewing.

Fortunately, after the MV recording, a new competition format was soon introduced.

After half a day of rest, all the trainees regrouped in their respective practice rooms according to their classes to participate in a small game session before the first public performance team selections.

“Taking photos?” Tang Keyue looked at the staff member, her expression slightly surprised.

The staff member promptly explained, “This mini-game consists of three segments. The first segment is to take the best photo possible. Each group must have at least two people but no more than five. The activity area is limited to the two main buildings and the small park in between. The MVP members selected from each class will receive a small reward during the song selection for the first public performance.”

The classroom instantly erupted with the excited chatter of the girls.

After all, it was a fun little activity, the production team wouldn’t assign overly difficult tasks.

Once the staff member finished explaining the process and time limits, the girls immediately scattered in small groups, rushing out the door.

The photo activity was limited to an hour and a half, and with makeup, outfit coordination, finding suitable backdrops, and so on, time was quite tight.

In the dorm room.

Nan Zhi eyed the exaggerated sunglasses in Tang Keyue’s hand with disdain and couldn’t help but ask,

“Are you sure we’re supposed to wear this?”

Tang Keyue looked utterly righteous. “Of course! Come on, this is ‘80s retro style, this is called fashion, got it?”

Before joining the audition, Tang Keyue had been a fashion blogger, scouted by the production team.

Right after the photo activity was announced, Tang Keyue had declared to Nan Zhi that no one understood fashion better than her.

So Nan Zhi eagerly dragged Zhu Ran to Tang Keyue’s room, only to find that this self-proclaimed expert had picked out three outrageously flashy outfits.

Zhu Ran silently reached for the least exaggerated set among the clothes spread out on the table.

Before her fingers could even brush the fabric, Tang Keyue swiftly intercepted her.

“Nono, sweetie, this one isn’t for you.” Tang Keyue pointed to another dress. “This one’s yours.”

Nan Zhi tilted her head to look at the outfit Tang Keyue was pointing at and immediately switched sides:

“This one suits you so well!”

Zhu Ran’s cheeks flushed slightly, her gaze tinged with hesitation.

Her usual style leaned toward comfort, her wardrobe mostly consisted of hoodies and T-shirts. She rarely experimented with such bold colors and cuts.

Could she really pull off this dress?

“Why is she taking so long?”

Zhu Ran had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes and still hadn’t come out after changing.

Tang Keyue couldn’t resist going to the door to urge her on. “Zhu Ran! I advise you to surrender and come out already, time’s running out!”

“Coming.”

The moment the bathroom door opened, the room fell silent for a beat.

Zhu Ran’s face was flushed as she glanced shyly at Nan Zhi. “Isn’t this a little too…”

The dress Tang Keyue had chosen for her was a vibrant red halter-neck French-style dress with a corset tie-back design that naturally accentuated the curves of her waist.

At the cinched waist was an exaggerated rose brooch, paired with a wide headband of the same color tied into a low bun at the back of the head.

The plunging neckline perfectly showcased Zhu Ran’s elegant shoulders and neckline, complemented by delicate collarbones, making her look utterly captivating.

Red suited beauties, especially those with cool, fair skin.

Zhu Ran usually preferred loose-fitting clothes, and at most, she had only revealed her long, shapely legs during yesterday’s MV shoot.

Suddenly switching to such a form-fitting, sexy outfit was undeniably eye-catching.

That slender waist! Those curves!

And,

Nan Zhi’s gaze darkened as it lingered on the expanse of snowy skin and rose-red fabric.

The velvet satin was cut into a semi-circular shape, perfectly enveloping the soft curves, subtly outlining them as they rose and fell with her breathing.

Half-concealed, half-revealed so unfair.

A hand suddenly blocked the view. Nan Zhi blinked and looked up, meeting Zhu Ran’s gaze. She jolted awake, her face instantly flushing crimson as she stammered an apology, “Sorry, sorry!”

Tang Keyue tilted her head in confusion. “Huh? Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?”

Nan Zhi grabbed the green outfit from the table in a fluster and bolted for the bathroom.

How could she, how could she have been staring at Zhu Ran’s chest like that?!

Tang Keyue watched Nan Zhi’s erratic retreat, baffled.

What’s up with this kid?

She glanced back at Zhu Ran.

“Hey, why’s your face so red? Is the AC too high?” Tang Keyue muttered as she rummaged through the pile of clothes for the remote.

It didn’t feel particularly warm, though.

These two were acting so weird.

Tang Keyue shook her head, so hard to please.

Compared to Zhu Ran’s red dress, Nan Zhi’s outfit was far less dramatic, the one Zhu Ran had initially wanted to choose.

A dark green A-line dress with a fitted waist, featuring a stylish small V-shaped butterfly collar and a row of rounded gemstone buttons down the front. The soft drape and tailored silhouette gave it a sleek, modern elegance.

Tang Keyue thoughtfully paired it with a floral silk scarf tied around Nan Zhi’s neck, adding a playful touch.

Unlike Zhu Ran’s icy, sultry allure, Nan Zhi’s look leaned more toward urban sophistication, clean and polished.

When Nan Zhi stepped out, both turned to look.

Nan Zhi’s gaze instinctively sought Zhu Ran’s, carrying a hint of anticipation she didn’t even realize herself.

“Do I look okay?”

Tang Keyue gave a thumbs-up. “As expected of my styling.”

Zhu Ran stood against the light, golden sunlight gilding her hair like a divine emissary.

She smiled softly and answered Nan Zhi, “You look beautiful.”

Finally, it was Tang Keyue’s turn to change in the bathroom.

Nan Zhi was curling her hair as instructed when, less than thirty seconds later, Zhu Ran suddenly called out to her.

“Nan Zhi, could you help me with something?”

“What?” She lowered her head slightly, looking through the mirror.

Zhu Ran turned halfway and pointed to the small of her back.

The tie had come undone at some point, leaving the dress loose. Zhu Ran had to clutch the fabric at her chest to keep the dress from slipping off entirely.

Nan Zhi immediately dropped the curling iron and leaped from her seat, rushing to block the camera.

Zhu Ran’s eyes curved with amusement. “It’s fine, Tang Keyue turned it off earlier. The battery died.”

Thank goodness!

That had scared her half to death.

Nan Zhi exhaled in relief and walked over to Zhu Ran’s back to retie the ribbon.

Perhaps because they were so close now, Zhu Ran’s perfume mingled with Nan Zhi’s half sweet coconut milk, half lingering, rich oud and rose.

The air was suffused with a peculiar fragrance, mingling with the warmth of their bodies, gradually giving rise to an ambiguous atmosphere.

Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, lightly kissing Zhu Ran’s shoulders and collarbones before gliding along smooth skin, inch by inch, to caress Nan Zhi’s fingertips.

That slight, unusual warmth carried an inexplicable tingling sensation.

What should have been the simplest of tasks, helping with the ties suddenly felt impossibly tangled to Nan Zhi.

Her gaze, uncontrollably, drifted to where the fabric brushed against skin.

Zhu Ran’s waist dipped in a mesmerizing curve, and if the sunlight at her fingertips could travel further up those snowy plains, it would meet a pair of exquisite shoulder blades, delicate as butterfly wings.

No one could resist admiring such a sight.

“Are the ties tangled?”

Zhu Ran’s voice was soft, barely a whisper.

Nan Zhi heard herself respond strangely, her own voice, yet somehow not her own, as if spoken by another self residing within her, without her consent.

Zhu Ran paused slightly.

In the sunlight, dust motes drifted lazily, entwining in the air, swirling languidly between them.

That cool voice spoke again.

This time, it was like a breeze sweeping across snowy fields, passing through butterfly-winged mountains, sending faint tremors echoing back.

The vibrations lightly touched the sunlit fingertips before spreading through Nan Zhi’s entire body.

The dust motes suddenly scattered upward.

She heard Zhu Ran chuckle softly, as if seeing through thoughts even Nan Zhi herself couldn’t decipher.

“Then take your time. I’ll wait for you.”

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