Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 36

Wang Ye happened to turn around and catch Ding Moyan’s expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ding Moyan yawned. “Just a bit tired and sleepy.”

“Want some water? Might help wake you up.” Wang Ye pulled an unopened bottle of mineral water from his bag.

Ding Moyan yawned again. “No, I’ll be fine in a bit.”

She tried focusing on her book for a few seconds before zoning out. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to read, it was just that the material was too advanced for her current level, piling one complex concept on top of another.

Whatever. She could give up for now and review it in detail later. If she had questions, she could always ask Wang Ye then.

For now, she needed to finish her self-criticism report after all, the 3,000-word essay was due to the President today.

Faced with the remaining sixth of the report, Ding Moyan felt not a shred of panic.

Leaning back in her plastic chair, she slowly gathered her thoughts, scribbling down whatever came to mind as she went.

“This is so hard to write,” Ding Moyan muttered under her breath, continuing her unfinished task.

Ding Moyan: System, help me out with this report. I’m running out of ideas.

[Oh-ho-ho.]

Ding Moyan had no patience for banter. Hurry up, I need to turn this in today.

[Got it, got it. Let me see what I can come up with though I can’t promise much.]

Ding Moyan: Anything helps.

With the system’s assistance, Ding Moyan’s writing speed noticeably picked up.

Half an hour later, the bell rang. Ding Moyan’s haphazardly cobbled-together report finally passed the system’s plagiarism check.

She tidied up the pages, clipped them together with a paperclip, and had barely begun to relish her newfound freedom when someone approached.

“Ding Moyan.”

“You’re here…?” Ding Moyan looked up at Yu Sisi, who had suddenly appeared in front of her desk.

Yu Sisi hesitated, her ears turning red with embarrassment. “I need a favor.”

“Hm?”

“Take this.” Yu Sisi was terrified of the President especially after recent events, which had elevated her fear to new heights.

Seeing how the President had deliberately gone easy on them, Yu Sisi figured handing her report over to Ding Moyan would be much safer than submitting it herself.

After a moment of hesitation, she passed the stack of papers to Ding Moyan, clasping her hands together pleadingly. “Can you please turn in mine and Ye Ye’s reports to the President? I’m too scared. Please?”

Ding Moyan glanced down. The pages were densely filled with neat, almost calligraphy-like handwriting. Impressive.

She flipped through a few pages, admiring the carefully crafted sentences and heartfelt apologies far more convincing than her own half-hearted attempt.

Well, delivering one report or a few made no difference. At least having more would make the trip to the President’s office less awkward. With that thought, Ding Moyan nodded in agreement.

“You’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much, I’ll treat you to a big meal later!” Yu Sisi’s worries instantly lifted.

After expressing her gratitude, she quickly scurried away.

“Wang Ye.” Ding Moyan got up and tapped his desk.

Wang Ye looked up from his practice test. “Yeah? What’s up, Mo Yan?”

Ding Moyan asked, “Did you finish your report? I’ll turn it in for you later.”

“Huh?”

“How about I go with you?” Wang Ye pulled out a stack of stapled writing paper from her desk drawer, uneasy about letting Ding Moyan go to the President’s office alone.

Hearing this, Ding Moyan was inclined to refuse. After all, given Wang Ye’s slightly shy, timid, and reserved personality, yesterday she had clung to Ding Moyan’s hand the entire time. The trembling of her small hand made it clear how nervous and scared she was about entering the President’s office, unwilling to face that room and that person.

After some consideration, Ding Moyan declined, “No need. It’s just delivering something.”

Wang Ye couldn’t bring herself to argue. After a pause, she compromised, “Then… can I at least walk you to the office door?”

“Sure.” Ding Moyan stood up, straightening the stack of self-criticism essays in her hand.

…

Ding Moyan moved quickly. She planned to handle this during the break between classes delivering the essays and returning just as the preparatory bell rang. That way, no matter what, the President wouldn’t be able to keep her from leaving.

The more she thought about it, the more she admired her own cleverness.

Upon reaching the new building, Ding Moyan and Wang Ye arrived at the office. She knocked and announced her name.

The door opened from inside.

Ding Moyan stepped in while Wang Ye waited outside.

She had been in this office twice before, not counting the incident at the hotel with the President. Though she still felt uneasy and fearful, it was nothing compared to the paralyzing dread she used to feel, the kind that made her want to bolt at any moment.

“President.” Ding Moyan stood with her hands at her sides, her back slightly bowed as she spoke calmly.

Zong Jia didn’t look up, continuing to review documents. Her pen tapped an empty spot on the desk. “Leave it here.”

Ding Moyan placed the self-criticism essays down and retreated to her original spot, waiting for the President’s response.

Right on schedule, the preparatory bell rang. Ding Moyan smirked inwardly.

“President, the bell’s rung. I have class may I leave?” She mustered her courage to ask tentatively.

Zong Jia’s elegant brows twitched slightly as her gaze shifted from the documents to Ding Moyan.

Those pitch-black eyes were icy, freezing Ding Moyan in place for those few seconds, sending a chill down her spine.

Fortunately, Zong Jia didn’t stare for long. She gave a slight nod and a quiet “Mm,” signaling permission.

Relieved, Ding Moyan pinched her thigh to steady her shaky legs before turning to leave, quickly, in case the President changed her mind.

“How, how was it?” Wang Ye rushed forward the moment she spotted Ding Moyan’s slender figure emerging.

She grabbed Ding Moyan’s hand, scrutinizing her up and down.

Ding Moyan: “It’s fine. Just handed in the essays. Let’s go back to class.”

“Okay!” Wang Ye nodded vigorously, her hand clasped tightly in Ding Moyan’s.

Heart soaring, she happily fled the terrifying new building with Ding Moyan.

After morning classes, Ding Moyan and Wang Ye returned to their dorm.

Ding Moyan sprawled on her bed, casually biting into a strawberry. The textbooks she’d promised to review lay abandoned on the floor.

Midway, Wang Ye left to grab food from the cafeteria, offering to bring Ding Moyan a meal as well.

[Host, stop lazing around! Study, study!]

The system’s voice nagged incessantly in her ear.

“No hope. The stuff they’re learning is a complete mess, I can’t make heads or tails of it.” Ding Moyan continued eating, fully aware of her own limitations. “Even if I started studying from scratch, there’s no way I’d do well. I know exactly what my level is.”

“Finally, there’s not enough time. The exam’s at the end of the month, and I just checked the calendar review starts the day after tomorrow. There’s no way I can pull this together.”

The movie playing sideways on her phone reached a kissing scene, and Ding Moyan lost interest in talking to the system, her attention fully captured by the film.

Beep beep her phone buzzed with a notification that covered the entire screen.

Ding Moyan instinctively tapped on it: “Friend request?”

“Ying Shu,” she murmured, then turned to the system with a questioning look. Who was this?

The system displayed a profile with a headshot attached.

[Name: Ying Shu

Gender: Female Omega

Age: 20 (a prodigy who skipped grades)

Status: Daughter of General Gayes, sole heir to the Gayes Family, Second Lieutenant of the Second Legion.

Pheromones: Milk tea scent

Personality: Arrogant, thrives on challenges, especially enjoys playing the domineering CEO from Mary Sue novels.

Relationship with original host: None

Original story appearance: As the President’s childhood friend, she mostly worked behind the scenes as an assistant and never actually appeared.

Original ending: Died in battle in the 3815 star system, body unrecovered.]

Ding Moyan stared at the profile and let out a “Wow.”

Looking at the photo of someone just two years older than her, she marveled, “So young and already a tutor and a second lieutenant. No surprise, she hangs out with the President all the time.”

[Hello, let me introduce myself. I’m Ying Shu, daughter of General Geyas, a female Omega. I graduated with a Ph.D. from the Engineering Institute and am currently a newly hired tutor for the A+ class at the Rose Workshop. I’ve seen your grades, Ding Moyan, they’re outstanding. According to your profile, you were the runner-up in the 301st Interstellar Decision-Making Competition. I’d love to chat with you about that.]

[Are you interested in the A+ class, Ding Moyan?]

A+ class…

Ding Moyan’s eye twitched, and she pressed her lips into a flat line.

With the system’s introduction labeling her as the President’s friend, her gut told her this person was trouble, up to no good.

Ding Moyan slowly typed out a reply:

‘Not interested.’

The typing indicator on the other side paused for a few seconds, as if stunned by her response. Undeterred, the reply came:

[That’s alright. Let me explain the benefits of this class, and I’m sure you’ll change your mind.]

Ding Moyan facepalmed. “This person’s got some thick skin.”

It was hard to imagine the President actually being friends with her.

‘Sorry, Tutor, but I’m busy right now and don’t have time to look into this.’

‘The exam’s the day after tomorrow. I’ll do my best. If I somehow make it into the A+ class, we can talk more then.’

[If I somehow make it?]

Ding Moyan: No way I’m getting into the A+ class. If Wang Ye follows the original plot, she’ll get in. If that happens, I can just ask Wang Ye to introduce me to Ying Shu later.

[Alright.]

On the other side, Ying Shu, who had been fiddling with her phone as a decorative prop, gradually deepened her smile. After sending those two words, she put her phone away. Earlier, she had peeked at Ding Moyan through a hidden compartment, the more she looked, the more interesting she found her. No wonder, someone this amusing would even make that old beast Zong Jia soften up a little.

Thinking of the screenshots and audio explanations of Zong Jia and Ding Moyan on the official website, Ying Shu couldn’t help but burst into laughter a few times.

Seated on the leather chair, Zong Jia turned her gaze toward the person sprawled ungracefully on the sofa.

“Alright, I’m off,” Ying Shu chuckled, bidding Zong Jia farewell before slamming the door shut behind her.

It was exam week these days.

Ye Ye took the last bite of her vegetable bun, letting out a satisfied burp after finishing it.

“Ye Ye, did you bring a pen?” Yu Sisi asked, eyeing Ye Ye’s empty hands with disapproval.

“Oh.” Hearing this, Ye Ye instinctively reached into Yu Sisi’s handbag and pulled out a pen.

Witnessing this series of actions, Yu Sisi pouted and muttered, “You’re really something else.”

“Speaking of which, ever since we left the President’s office, you’ve been distracted. Let me think could it be you’ve actually fallen for Ding Moyan?” Yu Sisi pursed her lips in confusion and shook her head.

“Is Ding Moyan really that captivating?” Recalling how the President had gone easy on her the other day and the frenzy of CP fans on the official website, Yu Sisi shuddered, a chill running down her spine. She truly couldn’t grasp Ding Moyan’s appeal.

“Personally, I feel like if you don’t see her or talk to her for a day, you get all restless, gloomy, and distracted.” As she said this, Yu Sisi looked at Ye Ye with pity, as if gazing at her poor, pitiful child. “The President and Ding Moyan’s CP is practically set in stone. Ye Ye, maybe you should find another target to mess with. Don’t actually get hung up on Ding Moyan.”

“Who’d get hung up? No way, got it?” Ye Ye clenched her fist and angrily knocked it against Yu Sisi’s head.

Yu Sisi snorted lightly. “You said it yourself. If you come crying to me later, I’ll make sure to pinch you to death.”

“As if that’d happen.” Ye Ye disdainfully pushed away Yu Sisi’s hand, which was blocking her arm. “Stop clinging to me, it’s lowering my IQ.”

“You’re really asking for a beating. Back then, you used to call me ‘Sisi-jiejie’ so sweetly.” Yu Sisi reminisced about their childhood, when she, Ding Bai, and Ye Ye were in the same class. Ye Ye had been so obedient and adorable back then, calling them “Bai-jiejie” and “Sisi-jiejie” all the time.

Ye Ye shrugged. “Well, you know, the ‘jiejie’ expiration date has passed. If you want to hear it again, you’ll have to pay extra.”

Yu Sisi made a pained face and looked up at the sky. “…”

They only parted ways when they reached the second floor.

Ye Ye arrived at the easternmost classroom on the third floor. Entering, she was scanned head to toe by the Scanner, and only after passing inspection was, she allowed into the exam hall.

After receiving the test paper, Ye Ye skimmed through it briefly. The questions were incredibly simple, even the final problem had a hint of familiarity to it.

Ye Ye’s mind wandered aimlessly as the clock on the blackboard ticked away, time slipping by minute by minute. Her pen moved mechanically across the paper, answering questions without much thought.

“Ding Moyan, Ding Moyan, have I fallen for Ding Moyan?”

“No, I’m probably just bored and looking for some fun.”

“Right, after the exam, I’ll go find her. She still needs to take care of me, after all.” Ye Ye propped her cheek on one hand, her pen moving swiftly across the page.

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