The Vicious Female Supporting Character and The Sadistic Heroine Got Together [Through the Book] - Chapter 55: Extra 2

Shen Chou was dreaming.

In her dream, a woman in red ancient robes stood with her back to her, bathed in sunlight. Shen Chou approached, wanting to see her face clearly. As if sensing her presence, the woman turned, her voice soft as she called Shen Chou’s name.

“A-Chou… A-Chou… A-Chou…” Each call was filled with genuine affection and contentment.

Shen Chou involuntarily reached out to touch her, but the woman’s figure dissolved into ash, vanishing completely.

“Tang Suan—”

Finally, Shen Chou cried out her name. In the next instant, she jolted awake from her dream.

Clutching her forehead, Shen Chou looked around, the surroundings feeling vaguely familiar.

Wait, isn’t this my room in the real world?

Tang Suan, Tang Suan, Shen Chou repeated the name in her mind, memories from the novel world flooding back.

Once she calmed down, Shen Chou felt bewildered. How had she returned? Why did she have no memory of it?

When Shen Chou pushed open her bedroom door and stepped out, an even more shocking sight awaited her. Hearing movement in the kitchen, she went to investigate and froze at the doorway. A familiar figure stood there. Her voice trembling with emotion, she called out, “Mom—”

“Aiya,” the busy figure immediately set down what she was doing at the sound of Shen Chou’s voice, responding warmly. Under Shen Chou’s expectant gaze, she slowly turned around.

The moment Shen Chou saw her mother’s face clearly, she burst into tears of joy.

Seeing her daughter crying, Shen Chou’s mother panicked. She hastily wiped her hands and rushed over to comfort her. “Chouchou, why are you crying the moment you wake up?”

Shen Chou thought she was dreaming, that everything she was seeing was an illusion, just like countless times before. Terrified that her mother would vanish again if she let go, she sobbed, pleading, “Mommy, I’m so scared… please don’t leave me…”

Shen Chou’s mother, her heart aching at the sight of her daughter’s inconsolable tears, wrapped her arms around Shen Chou and stroked her hair. “Alright, alright, I won’t leave. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. But you need to listen to me—no more running away from home next time, and don’t let yourself get into such a state again…”

“Running away from home? When did I run away from home?” Shen Chou asked, her head swimming with confusion as she looked up, bewildered.

Meeting Shen Chou’s bewildered gaze, Shen Chou’s mother frowned and said, “Goodness, did that car accident knock some sense out of you?”

Shen Chou was stunned again. She stared at her mother in disbelief. “What… car accident?”

Shouldn’t my parents be the ones who were in the accident? Why is it me? Shen Chou’s mind raced. She began to doubt whether her memories were real or if the scene before her was the true reality.

Just as she was struggling to make sense of it all, another person she never expected to see appeared: her father.

As if desperate for confirmation, Shen Chou rushed forward and hugged him, calling out, “Dad!”

Shen Chou’s father, who had just entered the room and saw his daughter awake, was too overwhelmed to speak.

In the end, for safety’s sake, Shen Chou’s mother took her to the hospital for a checkup. After the X-rays, the doctor declared there was nothing seriously wrong.

Leaving the hospital, Shen Chou affectionately looped her arm through her mother’s, her voice tinged with resentment. “Mom, I told you I was fine. Now will you finally believe me?”

“Since you’re fine now, there’s no need to drop out of school,” Shen Chou’s mother said. “Get back to class right away. You’ve been unconscious for so long, you’ve fallen behind on your studies. Remember to ask your class monitor, Student Tang, to help you catch up. Be polite and speak nicely to him, understand?”

Drop out of school? Shen Chou was shocked again. No way, no way! Am I still in school at this age? What grade am I in? High school or college?

After that, Shen Chou tried every trick in the book to pry information from her mother. She learned not only the cause of her car accident but also her current identity.

It turned out she had run away from home in a fit of anger, which led to the accident. Besides being a rebellious teenager, she was also a terrible student—sleeping in class, sneaking snacks, and consistently ranking near the bottom of her class on every exam.

After hearing all this, Shen Chou said, a little embarrassed, “But I remember… I wasn’t like that at all…”

Her mother glared at her and roared, “What? Now that you’re awake, you’re too ashamed to admit it? You know the college entrance exams are coming up, yet you still can’t give your mother a break? Why can’t you be more like your classmate Tang?”

Though something still felt off, Shen Chou quickly said, “Mom, Mom, I was wrong. I promise I’ll listen to you from now on and won’t make you angry, okay?”

Shen Chou’s mother glared at her again, then lowered her voice. “That’s more like it.”

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Shen Chou continued to smile and coax her mother until she finally calmed down.

Watching her mother’s retreating figure, Shen Chou felt a surge of happiness. She realized that having family around—people who cared for her and looked after her—was far better than living alone in the world.

After all, who wouldn’t yearn for family if they could have it? Who would choose loneliness?

Soon, Shen Chou arrived at school.

That day, driven by curiosity about her new school, Shen Chou arrived early. She wore her hair in a high ponytail, dressed in the school’s blue-and-white uniform, and sported a pair of brand-new domestic-brand sneakers her mother had bought for her.

To top it off, she had a strawberry-flavored lollipop in her mouth, a black backpack slung diagonally across her shoulder, and one hand casually tucked into her pants pocket. With this swagger, she strolled confidently toward the school gate.

As Shen Chou approached the school gate, she noticed a massive stone slab standing there. She walked closer to examine it and saw the four bold characters: “X City First High School.”

Shen Chou pondered for a moment, yet the place remained utterly unfamiliar.

I clearly remember, she thought. I never attended this school in my previous life. So how did it come to be? Was it conjured out of thin air? Shen Chou couldn’t make sense of it.

Lost in thought, she continued walking and accidentally bumped into someone.

Shen Chou instinctively apologized and helped the other student gather the textbooks scattered across the ground. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you alright, Student Tang?”

The moment the other student looked up, Shen Chou froze in place.

“Tang… A-Suan?” Shen Chou couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing before her was none other than Tang Suan.

Hearing Shen Chou address her so intimately, Tang Suan frowned in displeasure.

In class, while the teacher lectured, Shen Chou was busy chatting with Tang Suan.

To be precise, she was talking to herself while Tang Suan diligently took notes, completely ignoring her.

Seeing this, Shen Chou pouted, muttering resentfully, “A-Suan, pay attention to me!”

Finally, Tang Suan seized a moment when the teacher wasn’t looking and quickly turned to her, whispering, “Stop it!”

Delighted that Tang Suan had finally acknowledged her, Shen Chou grinned. Though she still couldn’t quite grasp what was going on in this world, she was overjoyed to see A-Suan again.

Unexpectedly, the teacher spotted them almost immediately.

“Shen Chou, stand up!” the teacher roared, her anger palpable.

As if by reflex, Shen Chou shot to her feet.

“Teacher!” Shen Chou smiled apologetically, hoping to be let off the hook.

But the teacher wasn’t buying it. She scolded her in front of the class, “You’ve barely been back and you’re already disrupting the other students. If you don’t want to learn, others do!”

Knowing she was in the wrong, Shen Chou nodded hastily. “I’m sorry, Teacher. I was wrong. I’ll leave right away.”

Just as Shen Chou was about to walk out, she heard someone whisper from the desk behind her, “Serves you right.”

Shen Chou frowned, wondering who hated her so much. But when she turned around, she saw a familiar face.

“Li Changsheng?” Shen Chou pointed at him, her voice rising in surprise.

This time, the teacher was truly furious. She slammed her book on the desk and snapped, “Shen Chou, stand outside!”

Shen Chou glared at Li Changsheng before quickly turning back to apologize to the teacher.

The teacher snorted coldly, refusing to acknowledge her.

Just as Shen Chou was about to leave, Tang Suan suddenly stood up and said, “Teacher, I spoke too. Let me stand outside too!”

The noisy classroom fell silent. Everyone stared at Tang Suan in disbelief, the teacher froze on the podium, and even Shen Chou turned back to look at her.

Outside the classroom, in the empty corridor, Shen Chou walked over to Tang Suan and stood close beside her. “Sigh, why did you come out too? Do you even remember me?”

She was afraid that Tang Suan in this world wouldn’t recognize her, would mistake her for someone else, or worse, for nothing at all.

Tang Suan turned her head slowly and said, “Shen Chou, did you get into a car accident and damage your brain?”

Shen Chou: …………

A moment later, the bell rang signaling the end of class. Seeing Tang Suan about to leave, Shen Chou hurried after her. “Hey, A-Suan, wait for me!”

Tang Suan turned around, her voice sharp with impatience. “Why are you following me?”

“Because I promised you,” Shen Chou replied, “from now on, wherever you go, I’ll go too.”

Tang Suan paused, then shook her head. “I never said that.”

Of course you didn’t say that, Shen Chou thought. But in the novel world, I did say it.

Seeing Shen Chou fall silent, Tang Suan remembered she needed to buy a pen from the downstairs convenience store and turned to continue walking.

Unexpectedly, Shen Chou called out to her again and, taking advantage of the surrounding crowd’s inattention, stole a quick kiss on her forehead.

Tang Suan was startled by the sudden gesture and quickly pushed Shen Chou away, demanding, “What are you doing?”

“I’m confessing that I like you, of course,” Shen Chou replied.

It was summer, and they stood on the second floor, the leaves of the towering cherry tree below rustling softly. Sunlight filtered through the foliage, dappling their faces.

In the distance, blue skies and fluffy white clouds stretched endlessly, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of blossoms. Everything felt perfect.

That year, both girls were in their final year of high school. Shen Chou was nineteen, while Tang Suan was eighteen.

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