Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 35

Yu Sisi walked slowly, figuring it was better to delay the inevitable than face it head-on. However, Karina, who was leading the group, had no patience for their dawdling.

She turned around and urged, “Hurry up.”

What should have been a five-minute walk felt like an eternity for those involved. Karina eventually led them to the President’s office door.

Yu Sisi shrank behind Ye Ye and Ding Moyan as if she had stumbled upon a tiger’s den, letting the two shield her for some temporary relief.

Karina halted her steps, cleared her throat, and knocked on the door a few times before waiting for a response from inside.

A button was pressed, and the door automatically slid open.

Upon entering,

Karina’s expression softened slightly at the sight of Zong Jia seated at her desk. She bowed respectfully toward her.

Zong Jia lifted her gaze, eyeing the line of students standing obediently before her.

When her cold stare landed on the girl with cat-ear-shaped hair, Ding Moyan visibly tensed, her back stiffening. She took a slow breath to steady herself.

Faced with the unknown punishment, Yu Sisi trembled with fear, her heart suspended in midair at the sight of the President.

In contrast, Ye Ye remained relatively calm and composed.

The room was heated, the warm air gradually seeping into Ding Moyan’s bones. Beads of sweat formed on her back as she clenched her jaw against the oppressive atmosphere.

For Wang Ye, this was her first close encounter with the President. The last time she had seen her was during the student representative speech on the first day of school.

Back then, she had stood among the crowd, admiring the Student Union President like everyone else.

But this time, there was no admiration, only resignation and envy.

She resented her own mediocrity and anonymity, yearning to stand in the spotlight and bask in the glory of life.

“President, these four were using small appliances in their dorm to cook hotpot. These two were on duty at the time,” Karina reported dutifully, recounting the incident.

She then added, “The small electric pot was purchased by Ding Moyan.”

The mentioned Ding Moyan lowered her head guiltily, saying nothing.

After a brief silence, Zong Jia set down her pen. Her expression had softened considerably compared to when she first heard about the incident. Leaning back in her leather chair, she crossed her fingers and replied lazily, “Three-thousand-word reflection. Hand it in tomorrow.”

Karina’s expression shifted slightly, this was clearly the President going easy on them.

By all rights, if caught red-handed, Student Union members should face harsher penalties.

There was no reason to skip public reprimand and disciplinary action.

But since the President had spoken, Karina couldn’t argue. Pressing her lips together, she asked, “President, should we check for plagiarism?”

Receiving no objection, Karina pressed further, “The similarity rate must not exceed thirty percent. Otherwise, they’ll face the consequences.”

Ding Moyan’s expression cracked. She had never written anything this long in her life. Essays were her weak point, she could barely scrape together seven or eight hundred words, let alone worry about plagiarism rates.

And a thirty percent similarity rate? That was practically like a thesis review!

Yu Sisi, on the other hand, nodded without complaint. She was more than satisfied with the punishment, at least she wouldn’t be publicly humiliated.

Everything afterward was handled entirely by Karina. Especially when she saw Ding Moyan’s awkward expression, she suddenly felt that this punishment of a three-thousand-word self-criticism both physically and mentally exhausting was actually somewhat satisfying.

As soon as they stepped out of the President’s office, Yu Sisi relaxed both physically and mentally. She happily thanked Ding Moyan, saying, “Thanks for the rescue. Just three thousand words, that’s nothing!”

“You’re my lucky star! I’ll treat you to a meal sometime.” As she spoke, Yu Sisi became even more convinced that the CP between Zong Jia and Ding Moyan was real. It seemed Ye Ye didn’t stand a chance.

Her heart ached for her dear friend for a whole second.

Ye Ye, on the other hand, wore a grave expression. Her steps slowed, occasionally faltering, nearly tripping.

At the same time, Wang Ye, who shared a similar mood, hunched over with his head drooping like a pitiful abandoned little animal.

The President looked weary. The long hours of work had taken a toll on her body, and her throat itched. She couldn’t help but cough a few times.

Karina nervously asked about the President’s condition and offered to take over some of her tasks.

“It’s fine,” Zong Jia said. “I’m almost done with the approvals.”

Ding Moyan had a well-proportioned figure, delicate features, and an aloof demeanor. The moment Karina saw her, she felt a surge of wariness especially after the President deliberately went easy on her this time, deepening Karina’s sense of crisis.

Not to mention, the Academy’s official website was now flooded with CP content featuring Ding Moyan and the President. Countless fanfics had even popped up. No matter how many times Karina reported them, it made no difference.

The thought of the CP hype growing hotter on the official site finally pushed Karina to speak up. “President.”

“Go ahead.” Zong Jia lifted her lashes, pausing her work to look up at her capable assistant.

Karina had refreshed the website’s headlines dozens of times. She desperately wanted to know the truth about their relationship whether it was really as the rumors claimed. That they had been seen entering and leaving hotels together, that Ding Moyan carried the President’s pheromones, that the President had allowed Ding Moyan to mark her.

Zong Jia wore a high-collared outfit, so Karina couldn’t see anything. Nor could she detect any unusual scent on the President. But the mere thought of the word “mark” made Karina’s teeth itch with resentment. She gritted them, seething with hatred for Ding Moyan.

“The official website is going crazy. People are maliciously editing clips of you and Ding Moyan’s interactions. Some have even started a CP super-topic for the two of you.”

“I know.” Zong Jia’s tone was flat, devoid of any fluctuation.

“You know? Then why?!” Karina stared at Zong Jia in surprise. She had expected the President to react with embarrassment at having it laid out so bluntly or at least with shock, assuming she was too busy with work to check the website herself.

“The edits are indeed excessive. Completely out of line.”

“President, do you need me to,” A glimmer of hope flashed in Karina’s eyes. She thought Zong Jia might ask her to issue an official statement clarifying the rumors. But the President’s next words dashed her expectations.

“No need. This matter doesn’t require your involvement. I’ll handle it myself.” Zong Jia pushed a completed document aside.

Karina’s expression dimmed. Her throat tightened, the President’s tone was impossible to read.

“I have another task for you to resolve.” Zong Jia slid a file toward Karina.

Karina took it and skimmed the contents. Her face instantly paled.

“How?” she murmured. “I made sure to handle this properly back then.”

“But accidents still happened.”

“I’ve temporarily suppressed this matter. You go handle the remaining issues now, and don’t leave any loose ends for others to catch,” Zong Jia’s tone turned cold.

Despite being in a room as hot as a steamer, Karina’s hands trembled from the chill at that moment.

After Karina left and the door closed, the office returned to its usual tranquility. Zong Jia placed the pen back into the holder, slowly removed her glasses, adjusted her chair, reclined, and closed her eyes, saying indifferently, “You can leave once you’ve heard enough.”

A slender figure emerged from the hidden door, a faint smile playing on her lips. Even when joking, her noble demeanor maintained an air of distance.

“Zong Jia, your temper has gotten quite bad lately,” Ying Shu remarked, her long, slender legs crossing over the small coffee table as she sat on the opposite sofa.

The usually unflappable President could be provoked by just a few words from her, making Ying Shu all the more curious about Ding Moyan, what was it about her that could unsettle Zong Jia and even make her go easy?

Zong Jia didn’t respond, lying quietly on the recliner with her eyes closed, her expression as calm as ever, unaffected by any emotions.

Ying Shu lowered her gaze, nibbling on a small chocolate treat from the coffee table. The bitterness melted in her mouth, but it didn’t hide the faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips.

She withdrew her gaze from Zong Jia and scrolled through her phone, licking the chocolate residue from her lips. “How amusing,” she mused, her tone tinged with envy. “Seems like this comeback was truly worth it.”

Zong Jia suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head toward Ying Shu. “Don’t provoke those you shouldn’t.”

In response, Ying Shu merely shrugged and chuckled.

“Ding Moyan!”

The deafening shout pierced her eardrums.

Startled awake, Ding Moyan’s eyelids fluttered. She rubbed her eyes groggily, momentarily dazed. She had stayed up all night writing a self-criticism three parts, each a thousand words running each through a plagiarism checker and revising as needed.

This had kept her up until dawn, and she still hadn’t finished the three-thousand-word essay.

The next day in class, as soon as the bell rang, she had unconsciously dozed off.

“Page 20, question three. The teacher called on you to answer,” Wang Ye whispered from the front row, leaning back against the desk.

Question three?

Ding Moyan stood up, flipping to page 20, question three: the mechanical techniques used in Mecha modifications.

After reading the question, she calmly shook her head and replied, “I don’t know.”

The mechanical instructor on the podium clenched the projection pointer, tempted to pry open Ding Moyan’s skull. Did good grades give her the right to slack off in class?

Without addressing the question, the instructor clicked her high heels sharply against the floor.

“At the end of this month, there will be a placement exam. I hope everyone takes it seriously. The top fifty scorers will automatically form the A+ class,” the instructor declared, slamming her book onto the desk. “The A+ class will have access to premium instructor resources, including the daughter of General Geya Si. Make the most of this opportunity especially you, Ding Moyan. With your grades, don’t drop the ball at the last moment.”

Dean Geya Si, the fierce general of the Second Interstellar Corps, had repeatedly achieved illustrious military merits.

This was the main storyline.

In the original novel, the female lead Zou Ye was assigned to the A+ Class with second-place grades. During this period, her excellent performance, courageous methods, and strict discipline successfully won General Geya Si’s appreciation. Eventually, she joined the Second Corps and attained the rank of colonel after several battles. Such a formidable identity laid the groundwork for her later confrontations with the antagonist.

Ding Moyan twisted open the cap of a mineral water bottle, poured water onto a cloth, closed her eyes, and placed it over her eyelids to relieve temporary drowsiness.

Ding Moyan sighed. The original host might have had good grades, but as someone who knew nothing about this world, she was practically an academic failure. There was no way her current performance could get her into the A+ Class.

Wang Ye in the front row whispered, “Mo Yan, that question is about forging methods. If, if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.”

Ding Moyan responded with an “Okay,” and the system immediately displayed the subjects for the upcoming exam.

[This exam consists of five written subjects plus one practical assessment. The five subjects are: ABO Origin History, Mechanical Literature, Language Expression, Decision-Making Operations, and Mathematical Theory. The practical assessment is Mecha operation.]

“Mathematical Theory.” Ding Moyan murmured with a peculiar expression. “Who would’ve thought I’d still have to study math after transmigrating into a novel.”

This subject was manageable for her. In her previous life, her math skills had been just average.

Ding Moyan rummaged through her desk and pulled out a thick book with a blue cover.

“Calculus, probability theory, geometry.” As she flipped through the table of contents, her frown deepened.

Ding Moyan complained internally: Damn, the original host was in high school, right? Then why are they studying university-level material here?

In the end, she stuffed the book back into her desk and slumped against her chair in defeat: Well, I’m screwed.

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