Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 41

Ding Moyan’s left eyelid twitched, her dark pupils widening slightly as she felt a bucket of ice water pour over her from head to toe, chilling her to the bone. Her lips trembled as she muttered, “Zong Jia has realized I’m not the original host.”

[P-perhaps, maybe.]

The stuttering electric voice of the system echoed in her ears, leaving Ding Moyan utterly despondent.

Covering her forehead with one hand, she lowered her head and spoke bluntly to the system: “You’re useless.”

Ah well, so be it.

Ding Moyan: “Of course I’m Ding Moyan.”

“Is that so?” Zong Jia narrowed her eyes, stepping closer.

Ding Moyan retreated half a step. Though she was taller than Zong Jia, she found herself instinctively hunching under the other’s imposing aura.

Suppressing the panic in her heart, Ding Moyan clenched her fingers so tightly that her manicured nails left crescent-shaped marks on her palms. The bloody crescents mixed with cold sweat, stinging slightly, the pain briefly grounding her.

“If you’re so doubtful, you can compare blood types and pheromones, can’t you?”

She didn’t expect Zong Jia to believe her excuses, but she had to say something. After all, her blood type, hair, and pheromones all matched the original host’s. She just had to tough it out.

Even if the topic of soul transmigration came up, she’d deny it.

Zong Jia remained silent, her pitch-black eyes fixed intently on Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan didn’t avert her gaze, a stubborn force propping her up from within.

Fortunately, Zong Jia didn’t stare for long, her body betraying her as a dry cough escaped her throat.

Zong Jia withdrew her gaze and walked to the electric kettle, pouring herself a cup of hot water. Cradling the oval-shaped porcelain cup in both hands, she let the warmth seep into her body.

After taking a sip to steady her uneven breathing, she turned back, unwilling to let the questioning end just yet.

“A reasonable answer. Now, about the previous question.”

Ding Moyan cast aside all shame and immediately replied, “The President is amazing and reliable. I believe seeking the President’s help was the best choice.”

She added earnestly, her eyes shining with admiration, “As a member of the Student Union, I’m truly honored.”

“‘As a member of the Student Union, you’re truly honored,'” Zong Jia repeated with a light chuckle, as if amused. She took another sip of hot water, murmuring the words under her breath.

“Exactly. I’m honored. I deeply admire the President.”

Zong Jia set the cup down, slightly surprised by Ding Moyan’s response.

Just then, her phone lit up with a message. Zong Jia glanced at it, her smile freezing before she shut her laptop and turned back to the figure on the bed, her tone stiff. “I have matters to attend to. If you need anything, ring the bell, the butler and staff will hear you.”

Ding Moyan nodded, barely suppressing the urge to usher Zong Jia out immediately.

The moment Zong Jia left, Ding Moyan relaxed, the tension in her body dissipating as she flopped onto the bed.

She reached out and rang the bell by the bedside. The villa staff sprang into action, a young woman in a white blouse knocked and entered promptly.

“Miss Ding, how may I assist you?”

Ding Moyan was startled by the speed. She had barely pulled the bell for a second before the woman appeared.

Ding Moyan: “I’m hungry.”

“Understood. May I ask if Miss Ding has any food preferences or dietary restrictions?”

“Just millet porridge. I’ll have some millet porridge.” Ding Moyan wasn’t picky. Her body hadn’t fully recovered, and rich, greasy foods just seemed unappetizing to her.

“Very well. I’ll prepare it for you right away.”

The woman in the shirt exited the room and closed the door behind her.

Ding Moyan mused, “I never thought I’d one day stay at the President’s home.”

[This is one of Zong Jia’s private residences during her school years.]

“Not bad at all.”

About twenty minutes later, the woman in the shirt returned with a bowl of millet porridge. She carefully placed it on the bedside table, bowed, and left.

The porridge was warm, just right for eating. Ding Moyan stirred it with a spoon, scooped up a mouthful, and savored it slowly. The sweet, fragrant taste of the millet burst in her mouth pure and rich, with a hint of meaty aroma that wasn’t overpowering but rather made her want another bowl.

After finishing, Ding Moyan rang the bell for them to take away the bowl and spoon.

Full and content, she buried her face in the soft blanket and thought of someone. “System, how are Zou Ye and the others doing? Are they dead?”

[They’re fine. If they died, this novel would collapse.]

[Look, the world is still intact, and you’re safely lying here after finishing your millet porridge.]

“Tomorrow’s the practical exam. Bro, you’re so good at this shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

The beta wore a pained expression. “Good? I’m definitely coming in last this time. I haven’t touched a mecha in ages.”

“Same. It’s been a while since I’ve operated one.”

“I’ve completely forgotten how to handle a mecha,” an omega sitting in the back admitted. “Honestly, why does the Rose Workshop make omegas learn mecha operation? Other Engineering Institutes limit this stuff to alphas.”

“Operating a mecha is exhausting. Who even wants to bother?”

The door swung open, and a crisp, icy plum fragrance wafted in.

The scent was thick and potent, possessive to the extreme, as if marking Ding Moyan unmistakably.

Plum blossom fragrance, there was no mistaking whose pheromones these were.

The entire class’s eyes locked onto Ding Moyan, scrutinizing her as if searching for something scandalous.

“Damn, why does Ding Moyan smell so strong?”

“The school beauty missed the exam this morning. I was in the same testing room as her.”

“She was with the President this morning.”

“Think about it maybe the President and the school beauty were already together yesterday afternoon, getting all intimate.”

“Ugh, the first CP I ever shipped is actually real. They’re legit.”

Their voices weren’t quiet, and Ding Moyan wasn’t deaf enough to miss them. But she couldn’t explain anything either. Sometimes, the more you tried to clarify, the more people assumed you were flustered, in denial, or secretly smitten proof you were a couple.

Ding Moyan stiffened, quickened her pace to her seat, and muttered helplessly, I don’t think I can clear this up.

[The official site updated again with more ‘tidbits’ about you and Zong Jia.]

Hearing the name, Ding Moyan sighed in relief. Thank goodness the President isn’t digging into this.

She couldn’t quite figure Zong Jia out. The original novel described her as cunning, ruthless, and taciturn someone who acted rather than spoke.

Ding Moyan remained silent for a long time before speaking to the system: “Although Zong Jia let me off, I don’t think she believed what I said.”

“Mo Yan, where did you go? You didn’t even show up for this morning’s exam,” Wang Ye turned her head and whispered.

Ding Moyan propped her chin with one hand, her tone gloomy: “There was a minor incident, but it’s been resolved.”

Seeing Ding Moyan’s indifferent reaction, Wang Ye tried to make conversation: “Tomorrow is the practical exam.”

Ding Moyan: “Hmm, just take it.” It’s not like I can pass anyway.

Then they fell into silence again.

“Ding Moyan, the teacher wants to see you!” Someone poked their head in through the door and knocked.

“Oh.” Ding Moyan got up and went over.

In the teacher’s office, Yu Teacher took the initiative: “Why didn’t you attend the exam this morning?”

The exam Ding Moyan missed in the morning was under Yu Teacher’s supervision. Her absence was seen as a personal slight by the teacher.

“Are you deliberately skipping the exam because you have a problem with me?”

Ding Moyan lifted her eyelids slightly: “Teacher, you’re overthinking it.”

“I just had something come up and couldn’t make it to the exam. Besides, I should have submitted a leave request,” Ding Moyan opened the electronic document. She had found this leave form while drinking millet porridge. “It even has the President’s official seal. I followed proper procedures.”

The leave form was genuine, leaving Yu Teacher no grounds to attack. She gnashed her teeth in frustration: “Are you using the President to threaten me?”

“I wouldn’t dare. I’m just stating facts with evidence right here,” Ding Moyan spread her hands.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving, Teacher,” Ding Moyan checked the time and said, “I still need to review for another course.”

“Old Yu, she has proof. Don’t be too hard on the girl.”

“Right, if the President approved it, it must be important.”

“Missing one exam isn’t a big deal.”

“Teacher Yu, you can relax a bit when it comes to disciplining students.”

The other teachers in their respective work areas had noticed the drama unfolding. After watching, they all chimed in to advise their stubborn colleague. Their words successfully made Yu Teacher swallow the reprimand she was about to deliver.

The chattering of onlookers left Yu Teacher fuming, her face turning red with suppressed anger, her pointing finger trembling uncontrollably.

“Then I’ll be going. Goodbye, Teacher Yu.” Ding Moyan waved and pushed the door open to leave.

[Host, where are you going? Back to class or the dorm?]

Ding Moyan: “Back to class. The dorm is pretty boring anyway.”

“What am I taking tomorrow?”

[Mecha Operation practical.]

[Your opponent has already been assigned by the Engineering Institute. You can log in to the institute’s website to check.]

Ding Moyan blinked: “Mecha Operation is it the kind of mecha I’m thinking of?”

[It’s similar to a spaceship. As for operation, I’ll send you a manual.]

“Can someone learn mecha operation in one day?” Ding Moyan retorted.

[No, but the system can help you cheat.]

Ding Moyan stroked her chin, catching the keyword: “Cheat.”

[Yes, this way the host won’t get hurt. I’ll control the win rate to keep your mecha combat power consistent with the original body’s.]

“You’re actually somewhat useful.”

[I’ve always been useful, okay! Tsundere.jpg]

[Host, go check who your first opponent is.]

[So I can research weaknesses in their Mecha Operation skills.]

Ding Moyan logged into the Engineering Institute’s system and clicked on the first-round opponent assigned for the practical exam.

Her vision darkened as she gripped her phone tightly, taking a few steadying breaths before reading the name aloud, syllable by syllable: “Zou Ye.”

“Damn it, why her?” Ding Moyan felt a headache coming on.

“Is this some kind of magnetic field between the female lead and a cannon fodder side character? Out of all the people in the Engineering Institute, I had to get matched against her in the very first round.”

[Ah, the female lead.]

Ding Moyan turned to her useless system. “You can’t cheat for me, right?”

[When it comes to the Luck-Blessed Heroine, the higher-ups have strict rules. The system really can’t interfere.]

[Host, maybe you could secretly forfeit?] the system suggested.

“Are you blind?” Ding Moyan pointed at the rules. “The practical exam explicitly prohibits forfeiting or taking leave.”

[Host, you can’t beat the female lead. More importantly, if you personally harm the male or female lead, you’ll face punishment from the world’s rules.]

Ding Moyan snorted. “Will it be fatal?”

[No. Since your mission isn’t complete yet, the punishment will be controlled.]

“If it’s not fatal, then I think a little payback is acceptable.” After what happened yesterday, Ding Moyan had briefly entertained the thought of strangling this world’s female lead. Of course, it was just a passing thought, she couldn’t kill the protagonist, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make things difficult for her. She refused to let the female lead have everything go her way.

This was an opportunity. In Mecha practical exams, minor injuries were inevitable. Rather than getting beaten up by Zou Ye on stage, she might as well prepare in advance. She checked her match schedule, it was the last session in the afternoon, which gave her plenty of time.

Given Zou Ye’s overconfidence, arrogance, and self-centered personality, Ding Moyan decided to formulate a plan. She would set a trap during the match, aiming to both teach Zou Ye a lesson and secure her own advancement.

“Engineering Institute’s Mecha.”

[The Engineering Institute’s Mecha are all booked. If you want to practice now, you’ll have to rent one outside.]

“Fine.” Ding Moyan sighed, her mood sinking to rock bottom. Lately, it felt like her luck had taken a nosedive.

“Ding Moyan!”

“Where were you yesterday? I couldn’t find you anywhere.” Ye Ye had successfully cornered her, blocking her path with an outstretched arm.

Ye Ye hadn’t expected to run into Ding Moyan here. Originally, she had been accompanying Yu Sisi to visit her cousin while also inquiring about upcoming exams.

“What do you want?” Ding Moyan stopped in her tracks, her expression stiffening in confusion. Why was this person also causing trouble now?

Ye Ye leaned against the wall, her delicate willow-leaf brows furrowing. She hated Ding Moyan’s indifferent attitude the most. Gritting her teeth, she declared arrogantly, “I’m going home today, and you’re coming with me.”

Ding Moyan nearly laughed in disbelief. She was about to ask, “Why should I?” when Ye Ye threateningly pulled out her phone, displaying a contact number.

Ding Moyan recognized it, it was the personal number of the police officer who had handled their previous incident, the female officer.

“You promised to take care of me until I recovered. I’m not feeling well now, so you have to look after me.”

[Host, Ye Ye’s family also has Mecha.]

The system’s timely reminder stopped Ding Moyan’s expression from twisting in frustration.

Ding Moyan studied the fierce-looking Ye Ye thoughtfully.

Unfazed, Ye Ye stood her ground. “What are you staring at? No matter what, you’re coming home with me today.”

I’m going to make you work for me.

The last words remained unspoken by Ye Ye, but her attitude made it clear she was determined to go through with it.

“Alright!”

The reply came so readily that Ye Ye was taken aback. Her round eyes widened as she lifted her chin slightly. “Really? No sneaking off.”

“Promise I won’t.” I wouldn’t dream of it.

Ding Moyan walked over calmly, her voice deliberately low and carrying an inexplicable magnetism that made Ye Ye’s ears burn at close proximity.

“Good, you know what’s good for you,” Ye Ye said with a coy pout.

There was something calculating in Ding Moyan’s gaze that hinted at ulterior motives. Yu Sisi, watching from the side, silently drew a sharp breath. No matter how she looked at it, Ding Moyan seemed to have other plans, and she couldn’t help but worry for her good friend.

Could Ye Ye really outmaneuver Ding Moyan?

Something told her Ding Moyan’s tactics would be a step ahead.

Yu Sisi didn’t dare bet on it. To keep Ye Ye from falling into a trap later, she needed to find Ding Bai and discuss the matter again.

Having achieved her goal, Ye Ye was elated, even a little impatient. Her gaze landed on Yu Sisi.

Yu Sisi was currently deep in thought, her expression somber.

Ye Ye walked over and patted her shoulder. “Yu Sisi, I’m heading off with Ding Moyan first.”

“Go on, go on,” Yu Sisi glanced at Ye Ye. “Have fun, okay?”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

Ye Ye leaned in close to Yu Sisi’s ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Tell Bai Bai when you get back, I’ve bagged her sister. By seniority, that means Bai Bai has to call me sister-in-law from now on.”

Ye Ye tilted her head, considering. “Hmm, sounds perfect.”

“Wow, just wow,” Yu Sisi stifled a laugh. “You’ve got some nerve.”

Ye Ye lived in the suburbs, a trip that took over an hour by hover car. Her family had a dinner engagement and wouldn’t be home today.

As soon as they entered, a round-headed robot rolled up to Ye Ye.

“Welcome home, little master.”

Ding Moyan eyed it curiously and poked its spherical head.

“Do not poke Ball Ball, or Ball Ball will get angry!”

The little robot rolled in place, its voice a high-pitched, coquettish male tone.

Ding Moyan let out an intrigued “Oh-ho,” her eyes gleaming.

“What are you doing? Don’t touch it,” Ye Ye said protectively, scooping up the little robot.

“It’s interesting.”

Ye Ye huffed. “Even if it is, it’s mine.”

“Dear little master, you have a delivered package currently stored in the basement level,” the robot chimed, two triangular ears popping up.

“A package? Must be the custom mecha I ordered.” Ye Ye set the robot down.

“We have the exam tomorrow want to spar a bit?” Ye Ye offered. “Test them out.”

Ding Moyan’s usual cool demeanor softened as she smiled. “Sure.”

Ye Ye led Ding Moyan down to the basement level.

She had converted it into a mecha training ground. To better prepare for exams and secure good grades, the setup was nearly identical to the Engineering Institute’s practical exam field enough to sustain her training for years to come.

Ye Ye gestured. “These two are brand new. They look different, but the internal specs are identical. You take the blue one, I’ll take the pink.”

Ding Moyan stared at the two new mechas in the center. Almost unconsciously, her hand reached out to touch the blue one, her eyes alight with fervor.

The external auditory system scanning of the Mecha fighter introduced its array of high-end weapons and equipment – the core functionalities of any Mecha. The panel attributes installed within the Mecha provided even more detailed specifications about its capabilities.

Her unit was classified as a Flexible Assembly Mecha, meaning it could automatically transform between configurations, with each form enhancing specific individual skills.

For instance, when she activated the Mecha’s assault mode, its attack power would increase by 20% of its base capability. However, this enhancement came at a cost – the boosted offensive output of the Mecha fighter would correspondingly reduce its defensive values.

“During the previous advancement exams, your Mecha practical scores were exceptional – ranked first among all Alphas. Pity the Omega track didn’t test this subject back then, so we couldn’t compare.”

“Fortunately, this is our chance now.” Ye Ye patted her newly arrived Mecha fighter, tilting her chin up with undisguised challenge gleaming in her eyes.

“Let’s have a match. I won’t go easy on you, and you shouldn’t lower your guard just because I’m an Omega either.

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