Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 2

Rose Academy is located in the heart of the First Interstellar District, a prestigious institution renowned for its elite student body, composed of young masters and ladies from the galaxy’s most powerful families.

At Rose Academy, the most influential figure isn’t the principal or the professors, it’s the president of the student council. The individual who holds this position isn’t just backed by a formidable family; their personal achievements, glory, and wealth play a significant role.

This year’s student council president is the elder sister of the previous one.

As the system’s introductory narration echoed in her ears, Ding Moyan carefully digested the information.

Due to the severe beating the original body had endured, Ding Moyan could only lean against the wall, moving forward slowly.

The president’s office was located in Room 2012 of the new building, an elegant yet secluded spot where few passed by, ensuring no one noticed Ding Moyan’s awkward gait.

Taking the elevator to the 20th floor, Ding Moyan paused at the entrance to the president’s office.

She took a moment to steady herself, mustering the strength to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

Pressing the doorbell, she waited for permission to enter.

Click!

The metal door slid open. As Ding Moyan stepped inside, a wave of heat rushed over her, dispelling the bone-deep chill.

The contrast between indoors and outdoors was stark outside, frost and cold reigned, while inside, it was sweltering. To put it metaphorically, the room felt like a sauna.

A few minutes in here, and one would be cooked like a hard-boiled egg.

Ding Moyan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The space was tastefully decorated, and at the far end stood a sleek black desk that accentuated the fair, delicate skin of the girl seated behind it. Under the fluorescent lights, her complexion shimmered with an alluring glow.

The girl’s face was pale, and she coughed intermittently, unaffected by the stifling heat.

She sat at the desk, posture impeccable, her slender fingers gripping a fountain pen as she sketched on white paper. Her gaze was languid, her white suit pristine, and her silver hair cascading down to her hips, lending her an air of untouchable elegance and nobility.

She was the master of this domain, the president of Rose Academy’s student council.

Ding Moyan approached slowly, mimicking the original body’s reverence toward the president.

“President.”

The president neither looked up nor spoke, continuing to review the documents before her.

She’s probably trying to intimidate me, Ding Moyan thought. She understood well that those who sat in such positions were rarely easy to deal with.

Lowering her lashes, Ding Moyan placed her hands at her sides, enduring the throbbing pain in her back.

The best way to survive this was to wait until the president’s anger subsided.

Bending slightly at the waist, Ding Moyan stood motionless, as though she would remain frozen in that pose until the president acknowledged her.

Fortunately, the president didn’t make her wait long.

Setting down her pen, the president finally lifted her eyes to scrutinize the black-haired girl before her.

The girl was tall around 176 cm with striking features. Her lustrous dark hair was styled into little cat ears, giving her a playful, adorable charm.

No wonder she was voted this year’s campus belle. She really is quite pretty.

Too bad her judgment is lacking openly defying me for some ordinary Omega.

The president’s voice was icy, cutting straight to the point:

“You laid hands on someone of mine.”

Survival is the top priority right now. Holding onto this belief, Ding Moyan hurriedly replied, “I didn’t know they were your people, President. If I had known, I swear I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Oh?”

A chill ran down Ding Moyan’s spine as she raised her hand in oath. “Really, I’m utterly loyal to you, President. Heaven and earth can bear witness.”

The President studied Ding Moyan thoughtfully, as if weighing the sincerity of her words.

Then she said, “You saved him. Jiang Pei must trust you now. Tomorrow at this time, lure him to the alley. If you succeed, I’ll believe your nonsense.”

Trick the male lead? Was she out of her mind?

Ding Moyan forced a stiff smile and tentatively suggested, “Can we pick someone else?”

“Unless you’d like to join him.”

Ding Moyan froze for a second before immediately nodding in agreement. “No need. I’ll get it done.”

A pair of serpent-like eyes bore into Ding Moyan, searching for any hint of deception.

Her scalp prickled with tension. She kept her head lowered, not daring to move, unsure what to do next. Maybe some flattery would help?

Fortunately, the President didn’t scrutinize her for long before coughing. She took a sip of warm water to soothe her throat and calmly said, “Tomorrow, I’ll see just how loyal you are.”

[Host, you’re going to get the male lead killed.]

Ding Moyan glanced at the system panel and whispered back, “I’ll lead him there, but I can also secretly call the police.”

The system paused for a few seconds before replying with a single word: [Approved.]

The day Ding Moyan emerged unscathed from the President’s office, a trending topic suddenly appeared on the official website of Rosewood Institute:

“Spill the Tea: Secrets from the President’s Office!”

The post skyrocketed to the top of the site’s rankings.

“Big scoop! Turns out Director Ding and the President are the real deal!”

Ding Moyan leaned back on her bed and absentmindedly clicked on the trending topic. Her pupils dilated the moment she saw the content.

The post was explicit, featuring a video of her entering the President’s office.

The video lasted a full hour, and when she finally stepped out, her face was flushed, looking utterly unsatisfied.

It was definitely misleading.

The post already had over 999 comments. Curiosity gnawing at her, Ding Moyan endured her headache and opened the comment section.

[OMG! My ship is actually real!]

[Told you they were a thing. nosebleed.jpg]

[Look at our adorable Director Ding all red and flustered so tempting!]

[Hehe, even the icy lotus has her moments. The President must be wild.]

[Office play? Spicy!]

[Spicy!]

[Spicy +1!]

[+1+1+1!]

[Everyone, chant with me: President and Director Ding, you are my gods!]

She was just overheated in there, for crying out loud!

Ding Moyan scrolled through the comments in exasperation. The urge to defend herself was strong, but she knew any denial would only fuel the rumors people would just assume she was flustered because they’d hit the mark.

Frustrated, she clawed at her hair and rolled around on the bed.

“Huh?”

Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a particularly amusing comment: “The domineering President and her delicate little Alpha?”

Ding Moyan enunciated each word clearly, her fingers trembling as she scrolled further. When her gaze landed on a particularly intimate detail, her cheeks burned, and her ears turned hot.

This was a short fanfiction about her and the president, which surprisingly gained an overwhelming number of likes. The descriptions were incredibly detailed, especially the scene on the office desk, it was nothing short of a classic. The high-speed “car” raced ahead, leaving readers flushed and breathless.

Ring ring…

The phone rang, and Ding Moyan’s eyelids twitched. She had a sinking feeling in her gut.

Sure enough, when she glanced down at the caller ID, her heart turned ice-cold.

It was the president calling.

She was done for.

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