The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 14

When Lin Luoluo woke up in the afternoon, her head was pounding.

Her hair was a complete bird’s nest, and her dazed eyes stared blankly into space for a long time before she finally came around.

Her mouth was parched, her throat dry as if on fire. She climbed up to look for water.

After gulping down several big mouthfuls, Lin Luoluo called out for her brother, but Lin Xiangdong wasn’t there. She scratched her head, went to find her phone, and saw that it was 3:15 in the afternoon. Her next class hadn’t started yet. Lin Xiangdong had left her a message:

[Smelly Bro: I went out, don’t forget class.]

There was also one from Zhang Qiu:

[Leaves Fall, Autumn Comes: Don’t drink again next time.]

“Huh?”

Lin Luoluo stared at the message for a long time, her face growing solemn.

Had she done something shameful while drunk?

She smacked her head, but it was completely blank—she couldn’t remember a thing.

Sighing, she put down her phone to wash up. She still had a big lecture in the afternoon.

After getting ready, Lin Luoluo sent Lin Xiangdong a message:

[Bro, I’m off to class.]

[Mm. Approved.]

Lin Xiangdong’s reply sounded like an emperor reviewing a eunuch’s memorial.

Grinding her teeth, Lin Luoluo shot back:

[Smelly Bro.]

But Lin Xiangdong didn’t reply again. Lin Luoluo left the apartment.

Just as she stepped out of the elevator, her phone buzzed twice. A stranger had pulled her into a group chat and @mentioned everyone:

[Jack of Diamonds: @All New members, gather at the student council after afternoon classes. Reply once received.]

Who was this?

Lin Luoluo squinted suspiciously at the profile picture.

Someone else replied:

[Received, President.]

Oh. So it was Fang Duo.

Lin Luoluo replied “Received” and pocketed her phone as she walked toward campus.

The afternoon sun was warm and cozy, making her feel comfortable. Lin Luoluo strolled slowly, replaying in her mind whether she’d embarrassed herself at lunch.

Her brain felt like it had been eaten by zombies—no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn’t recall anything.

She shook her head, hesitated, took out her phone, shoved it back in her pocket, took it out again, repeated this a few times, and finally muttered to herself:

“Should I ask Zhang Qiu?”

Zhang Qiu must know what had happened, otherwise she wouldn’t have sent that message.

Lin Luoluo wrestled with her thoughts.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed again. She thought it was another group notice and was about to mute the chat, but it was actually a message from Zhang Qiu:

[Leaves Fall, Autumn Comes: Awake yet? Did you take the hangover medicine on the table?]

Hangover medicine? Lin Luoluo blinked and felt a little happy.

She’d only remembered to drink water earlier, not to check the table.

Hesitating, she started typing a reply, but before she could send it, another message came in:

[Don’t worry about what happened at noon.]

“Noon?” Lin Luoluo frowned.

She tested the waters:

[Sorry.]

Did that mean she had done something to Zhang Qiu? Otherwise why would Zhang Qiu tell her not to mind it?

[Why say sorry? It’s me who should apologize to you.]

Lin Luoluo’s brain grew even foggier.

So it wasn’t her, but Zhang Qiu who had done something to her?

Her face flushed red. She wanted to ask further, but then Zhang Qiu sent another:

[Sorry, my mentor is calling me. Talk later after work.]

Lin Luoluo stared at the chat, then quickly opened her brother’s messages and started spamming him.

[Bro! Did I do something bad at noon?!]

[Answer me quickly!!]

She bombarded him with over a dozen messages and a flood of stickers, but Lin Xiangdong didn’t reply at all. Who knew what he was up to.

Drooping, Lin Luoluo suddenly thought of the system. Her eyes lit up.

She cautiously whispered:

[Dear System, are you there?]

[What do you want.] The system’s tone was stiff. [Given the host’s repeated reckless behavior and the flood of negative reader ratings, I’ve already submitted an early retirement application to the Main System.]

Lin Luoluo: “?!”

Just what had she done?!

She hurried to explain:

“I blacked out from drinking at noon—it wasn’t intentional! Did something major happen? Tell me! Otherwise I’ll die with regrets!”

[The host won’t die right now. No need to wail.]

The system sounded like it had already transcended worldly concerns, making Lin Luoluo even more cautious:

“So… what exactly happened?”

The system summarized coldly:

[The host got drunk and clung to the heroine. The heroine was going to take you home, but you ran into the male lead. Originally it should’ve been a lovers’ quarrel, sharp words flying, a ‘couple bickering sweetly’ scene. But one sentence from you turned it into a farce.]

Lin Luoluo was full of question marks.

“What did I say that was so powerful?!”

[You said Gu Beichen was your dad.] The system sounded weathered and weary.

So what if he was Lin Xiangdong’s dad or her dad—they were family anyway!

Lin Luoluo shut her mouth, but after a moment couldn’t resist asking again:

“Then why did Zhang Qiu apologize to me?”

The system’s voice grew even more mournful:

[After the heroine sent you home, you refused to let go of her neck, demanding she call you ‘baby’ and coax you to sleep. The heroine was about to be late for her internship, so she rolled you up in the blanket and snuck away.]

Lin Luoluo: “???”

So that’s what she was like drunk?!

No wonder when she woke up, the blanket was twisted like a rope.

Her lips twitched, her face burning. As the system described everything, her whole body went stiff, her thumb digging into the sole of her shoe.

Stiffly, she walked into campus. Stiffly, she sat down in class. She didn’t hear a word the teacher said, her mind consumed by one thought:

How was she supposed to face Zhang Qiu after this?!

She covered her face. She didn’t want to see anyone.

Right then, her phone buzzed insistently. Lifeless, she answered:

“Hello? This is Lin Luoluo.”

“Luoluo! Mom and Dad are back from their business trip! Did you miss Mom? I brought you so many presents this time, and I’ve got a huge surprise for you! Remember to come home early tonight—Dad and I will be waiting!”

Before she could respond, the call was hung up.

Lin Luoluo stood there, dumbfounded.

The family the system had arranged for her was the same as her real-world one, so she didn’t feel out of place. She just hadn’t expected her mother’s fiery personality to be identical too.

Since her parents were back, of course they’d want to reunite. Lin Luoluo decided she’d only drop by the student council briefly before heading home.

When she arrived, most people were already there.

As soon as Lin Luoluo stepped inside, Fang Duo, standing at the podium, knocked on the desk:

“Since everyone’s here, let’s officially begin.”

It was hard not to see the intention. The moment she spoke, all eyes turned forward, watching Lin Luoluo walk in late, as if she were flaunting some kind of star attitude.

Lin Luoluo straightened her shoulders, silently chanting:

You can’t see me. You can’t see me.

“Alright, let’s start with self-introductions. First row, first person on the left.”

Just as she finished her mental prep, Lin Luoluo was called on. Her mind went blank, completely frozen, before she slowly said:

“I’m Lin Luoluo.”

Everyone waited for her to continue. She pressed her lips together—and sat down.

“Tch, really is a princess.”

Someone behind her muttered.

Lin Luoluo pressed her lips tighter, her face serious.

Fang Duo glanced at her, the corner of her mouth twitching upward before flattening again.

Since Gu Beichen had asked her to look after Lin Luoluo, she’d take “good care” indeed.

Expression stern, Fang Duo continued:

“Next.”

This election brought in only a few newcomers; most had already worked in the student council and knew each other well.

Fang Duo addressed the room:

“For the new term under my leadership, I hope everyone will meet the following expectations.”

“First, no matter your background, in the student council you must abide by our rules.”

“Second, no tardiness at meetings. Messages in the group must be acknowledged with ‘received.’”

“Third, the council represents student self-governance and supplements the school’s work. I expect everyone to take this seriously. If anyone is negligent or disregards discipline, I will report to the teachers for public dismissal.”

“That’s all for now. Future requirements will be added as needed. Now, about our immediate tasks.”

Lin Luoluo met Fang Duo’s gaze, expression flat. But then she heard Fang Duo call her name:

“The most pressing matter is sponsorship funds. The tennis club’s court has been approved; this must be followed up quickly. Vice President Lin, can you deliver on the bold promises you made during the election?”

Lin Luoluo gave a tight, forced smile:

“Of course.”

“One week enough?” Fang Duo pressed further.

“No need.” Lin Luoluo shot to her feet, provoked. “Three days is enough!”

The room froze. The new president and vice president seemed on the verge of a fight.

Lin Luoluo snorted coldly. “Anything else? If not, can I leave?”

She started packing up her things.

If they thought she was arrogant, then she’d show them arrogance!

Her delicate little face puffed up with anger, her brows stormy, she snatched up her bag and slammed the door on her way out.

Fang Duo frowned at the gossiping stares of the others. She coughed, then resumed assigning tasks.

But even as she listened to the plans, her thoughts drifted back to Lin Luoluo.

The Lin family heiress was only here to play around, never serious about work. If she walked out, so much the better.

Adjusting her glasses, Fang Duo focused back on the meeting.

Outside the school, Lin Luoluo saw the family car still hadn’t arrived. She stomped her foot angrily.

Those three rules Fang Duo had just announced—clearly targeting her!

And Zhang Qiu still claimed Fang Duo was just “responsible.”

Her nose stung with hurt.

She was never good at dealing with people, never knew what she’d done wrong to offend others.

Confused, she looked up. The sky was darkening, blackness spreading from the east. Standing at the gate with her bag, she kicked at the ground helplessly.

It had been the same at her old school.

Even when she was in the dorm, the other three roommates would talk bad about her behind her back.

“Fake softie,” “princess syndrome,” “sickly sweet voice,” “pretending to be gentle—makes me want to puke.”

Lin Luoluo’s head drooped lower. The arrogance she’d forced earlier was gone.

Her chin tilted down, her eyes rimmed red, her face drained of spirit.

She squatted by the gate miserably, wondering why the driver was taking so long.

If only someone were by her side, she wouldn’t feel so sad.

“Luoluo?”

Just then, Zhang Qiu, on her way out from work, spotted the familiar figure curled up by the gate. She walked over and looked down gently:

“Why aren’t you going home yet?”

Lin Luoluo’s body trembled. She turned quickly to wipe her eyes and mumbled, “I’m waiting for the car.”

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