Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 3

Ding Moyan lowered her head to look at her constantly vibrating phone, then silently raised her gaze. “Can I just hang up?”

[You can, but the Student Council President will most likely send someone to drag you over.]

“Ugh.” Ding Moyan steeled herself, picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and slowly pressed the answer button. “Hello, President, what can I do for you?”

“Ah, Commissioner Kailina.” A chill ran down Ding Moyan’s spine, her limbs stiffening.

Kailina, a B-rank alpha. According to the system’s introduction, she was the original novel’s villainess, vicious in nature, ruthless in methods, and utterly infatuated with the Student Council President.

She followed the President’s every step, willing to go through fire and water for her, a die-hard fan to the end. Her final fate? Dying for the President.

Ding Moyan couldn’t help but sigh, feeling the pressure. Now, staring at the endless stream of gossip and freshly minted fanfiction flooding her screen, it all felt like a death sentence.

Ding Moyan forced herself to stay calm, steadying her trembling voice. “Commissioner Kailina, I swear I have no improper thoughts about the President.”

“Really, absolutely none.” Hearing the cold laugh on the other end of the line, Ding Moyan shivered.

“This time, going to the President’s office was because of Jiang Pei. The President asked me to arrange a meeting with him.”

“As for why I’m paying attention to Jiang Pei, it seems to be because of a girl named Zou Ye.” Without hesitation, Ding Moyan threw Jiang Pei under the bus, dragging the original novel’s heroine along for good measure.

[Host, have you lost your mind?!]

Ding Moyan ignored the system for now, listening meekly to Kailina’s instructions and nodding along. “Mhm, yes, I wouldn’t dare lie to you.”

“Commissioner Kailina, you must know that this morning, the President mobilized quite a few people to corner a little omega. But think about it someone as great and kind as the President would never bully a defenseless little O unless there was another reason.”

“Maybe it’s personal? Or a love rival? That omega, I’ve interacted with him before. He’s insecure, sensitive, always hiding in the corner of the classroom. Doesn’t seem like the type to know the President, let alone have a grudge against her.”

“Jiang Pei has an admirer this year’s second-ranked student, Zou Ye. Beautiful, charming, a top-tier alpha, exactly the type many omegas adore. It’s possible the President might.”

“Ah, not that the President necessarily likes Zou Ye, ugh, no, what I mean is, even though the President has incredible self-control, what if Zou Ye deliberately.” Ding Moyan drew out her words, leaving the implication hanging, deliberately stoking Kailina’s suspicions.

“Mhm, mhm, I’ll keep an eye on this.”

“Alright, goodbye, Commissioner Kailina.”

[You’re doing this on purpose out of spite.]

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Ding Moyan admitted it, she had a strong vindictive streak. After all, the original heroine had played no small part in the original body’s tragic death.

Since she’d taken over this body, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

But completing missions was one thing, screwing over the heroine was another. Two separate matters, no conflict there.

The system was displeased. [You’re going to get the heroine killed.]

“If the heroine’s so weak she dies this easily, then maybe someone else should take her place.” Ding Moyan yawned, closing the official website and turning off her phone.

[Host, don’t you want to go back?]

The system’s tone carried a threat. Ding Moyan scoffed, unimpressed.

Ding Moyan casually picked up a classical book left by the original owner on the bedside table. Her fair, delicate fingers brushed over the yellowed pages as she teased, “Want to? Can you send me back right now? If you send me back alive, I’ll enshrine you, burn paper money for you every Qingming Festival, and offer you wine.”

The system was gradually realizing that this host was quite different nothing like the somewhat timid person it had first encountered. [You!]

“Misjudged me, thought I was weak and spineless, easy to manipulate?” Ding Moyan’s voice grew colder as her mind involuntarily recalled some unpleasant memories.

“Only the hidden ones waiting in the shadows can seize the ultimate prize just like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.”

“And I am the true victor.”

“Ding, Ding Moyan.”

The bed frame rattled as a small hand slapped against it. Ding Moyan’s dormitory had bunk beds with desks underneath, and though the bed was made of metal, it wasn’t as sturdy as a standalone one.

The loud clanging from the impact made Ding Moyan’s head throb. She frowned slightly, her expression displeased, as if irritated by the disturbance.

Ding Moyan propped herself up slightly and peered down to see who was there.

The girl speaking stood around 146 cm tall, with twin braids, sallow skin, and freckles dotting her cheeks, she looked somewhat malnourished.

[Name: Wang Ye
Gender: Female Beta
Personality: Shy, introverted, rarely speaks
Relationship with the original owner: Just a roommate, minimal interaction.
Original story appearance: One of the onlookers when the female lead fought the original owner in the cafeteria.
Original story outcome: Unknown.]

Ding Moyan glanced at the panel. The description of this person was brief likely just an ordinary NPC, not even significant enough to be considered cannon fodder.

A strikingly beautiful face appeared before Wang Ye. This roommate, who had always carried herself with an air of superiority and disdain for commoners, now had a faint smile on her lips, her eyes tinged with a mix of resentment and anger, making her whole face appear more vivid and spirited.

This stark contrast left Wang Ye momentarily stunned before she stammered, “The professor is looking for you.”

“The professor is looking for me.” Ding Moyan’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the railing of her upper bunk, the movement elegant and natural.

“Any idea what it’s about?”

Wang Ye hadn’t expected Ding Moyan to continue the conversation. She froze on the spot, at a loss for words.

Her neck flushed red under the overwhelming presence of such beauty, her heartbeat accelerating. With each passing second, she could feel her breathing growing more and more erratic.

One of Wang Ye’s hands clutched tightly at the hem of her clothes, a subtle detail that didn’t escape Ding Moyan’s notice. The corner of Ding Moyan’s lips curled up as she teased lightly, “Am I some kind of tiger? You seem terrified.”

“Look at you, your breathing’s gone all shaky.”

[Host, you’re OOC!]

Ding Moyan shrugged helplessly: Hmm, she’s not even cannon fodder. She barely appears in the novel, right? Not an important character, won’t have any major impact on the plot.

[That’s not the point! Don’t stir up trouble.]

Ding Moyan paid no mind. Gently, she brushed her fingertips through Wang Ye’s messy bangs, smoothing them neatly into place.

Wang Ye’s cheeks burned, her ears turning scarlet.

As Ding Moyan leaned in closer, Wang Ye stumbled backward, her face tense as she finally managed to answer the question: “I-It’s probably about, what happened between you and the student council president in the office today.”

“That’s, that’s all.” Without waiting for Ding Moyan’s reply, Wang Ye, flushed with embarrassment, quickly ran off clutching his snacks.

Ding Moyan watched Wang Ye’s hurried retreat and murmured under her breath while stroking her chin, “What an interesting little stutterer.”

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