Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 62

“How did this happen? Who did this!” Ye Ye’s face was livid as she gripped Ding Moyan’s wrist tightly, without any restraint.

As she spoke, her breath hitched for a moment, her voice trembling imperceptibly.

Ding Moyan winced in pain, instinctively trying to pull her hand free.

Yet the grip on her wrist was unyielding, as if the person holding it was exerting every ounce of their strength.

“What are you doing?” Ding Moyan felt no psychological burden toward Ye Ye, but her gaze was unnervingly calm, cutting straight to the core.

Ye Ye’s fingers, which had been touching the back of Ding Moyan’s neck, froze mid-air. Only then did she realize she had asked a pointless question in the President’s home, the only person who could leave a mark on Ding Moyan’s neck was the President herself.

Uncontrollable anger flared in Ye Ye’s eyes, the atmosphere turning tense. Yu Sisi, seated nearby, keenly sensed the discomfort.

“Don’t be angry. It’s not like you actually like Ding Moyan anyway,” Yu Sisi said as she sidled up to Ye Ye, whispering into her ear while patting her back in a tentative attempt to console her.

Ye Ye’s lips twisted downward. Already in a foul mood, her eyes snapped toward Yu Sisi at those words.

The smoothness of the reaction made Yu Sisi’s eyelids twitch, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Realizing she might have misspoken, she quietly retreated to her seat.

Adhering to the principle of “If I meddle with Ye Ye again, I’m a dog,” she turned her face away and slumped onto the desk.

“You!” Ye Ye’s voice faltered. A suffocating frustration built in her chest, making her head throb. Her eyes reddened unnaturally, stinging with unshed tears. After a fleeting glance at Ding Moyan’s face, she lowered her head and forced out the rest of her words with difficulty, “You marked the President.”

Her voice was filled with helpless sorrow.

Ding Moyan froze. Though she could sometimes be emotionally dense, Ye Ye’s tone and actions this time, combined with recent events, made it impossible for her to remain oblivious.

Her expression grew complicated, her emotions a tangled mess.

She didn’t know how to compose herself or what she truly felt at this moment. She didn’t even know how to respond to Ye Ye.

The conclusion that Ye Ye liked her seemed absurd, yet in hindsight, Ye Ye’s behavior made sense like a grade-schooler with a crush, always hovering around the person they liked, picking fights and causing trouble, yet stepping in to help when it mattered.

Ding Moyan’s thoughts were in disarray. It felt as though someone had seized her by the throat, leaving her at a loss when facing Ye Ye again.

The hand gripping her wrist was soft yet strong, and suddenly, it felt unbearably scorching.

“Let go,” Ding Moyan said stiffly.

Ye Ye stubbornly held on. “No.”

The exchange between the two was like a landmine, leaving Yu Sisi’s mouth agape in an “O.” Her gaze toward Ding Moyan shifted dramatically.

Marking the President, what kind of person could do such a thing?!

And not only had Ding Moyan done it, she’d come back alive. Did the President like her? Though the Rose Workshop’s official site shipped their pairing, seeing it play out in reality left Yu Sisi skeptical and stunned.

A powerful S-rank President allowing herself to be marked by a mere A-rank Alpha Yu Sisi couldn’t help but marvel at the absurdity.

Her ears perked up slightly as she continued to eavesdrop on the juicy gossip.

Not many students had arrived in the A+ Class classroom yet, and those who had were seated far from them. Combined with the fact that the two were speaking in deliberately hushed tones, their conversation was inaudible to others.

Though their words couldn’t be heard, their body language didn’t escape the notice of someone who discreetly captured it on their phone.

“What are you little ones chatting about?”

A smiling voice interrupted the tense atmosphere from behind them. Yu Sisi straightened up and glanced sideways.

The woman speaking wore a black silver-lined vest on top, black leather pants below, and black high-heeled leather boots her entire outfit accentuating her striking presence.

Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her skin fair, and her features strikingly beautiful, yet her eyes carried a sharp edge. A mischievous smile played on her lips.

Though young, she exuded undeniable maturity.

Yu Sisi, perceptive and well-traveled, recognized the woman’s identity at a glance. Slightly taken aback, she composed herself and greeted first, “Hello, Instructor Ying.”

Instructor Ying, Ying Shu, daughter of General Geyas and the sole heir of the Geyas Family. Despite her youth, she had already risen to the rank of lieutenant in the Second Army Corps, a figure her father and aunt had warned her to be cautious around.

“Hello, Student Yu.”

Ying Shu gave Yu Sisi a once-over before her gaze settled on Ding Moyan’s wrist, teasing, “Are you two playing hand-holding? Can the instructor join? I’d love to play too.”

Ye Ye released her grip and turned her gaze to Ying Shu, her eyes darkening slightly.

Ying Shu.

Ding Moyan slipped her hands into her pockets, murmuring the name under her breath.

The President had said her admission into the A+ Class was due to Ying Shu’s decision. Why had she done it?

And what was her goal?

“Instructor Ying,” Ding Moyan and Ye Ye said in unison, then exchanged glances.

Ying Shu chuckled, leaning halfway against the desk as her eyes landed on Ding Moyan’s exposed neck. “You’ve been marked by Zong Jia.”

“As expected of the President acting so swiftly.” Ying Shu’s eyes narrowed slightly, approving of Zong Jia’s move.

Ye Ye couldn’t stand hearing the President mentioned. She cut in, “Instructor, is there something you needed here?”

“I’m here to teach. Just arrived a bit early.” Ying Shu glanced at her wristwatch and clicked her tongue in mild annoyance. “My class is first today. Join the class group later, I’ll send you the schedule.”

Yu Sisi replied politely, “Thank you, Instructor.”

“Then, is there anything else, Instructor?” Ye Ye spoke up. Despite Ying Shu being someone many admired, Ye Ye felt no such reverence. Her indifference was palpable, and her irritation seeped into her tone as Ying Shu’s gaze lingered on Ding Moyan.

“Nothing else.” Ying Shu maintained a professional smile. She wasn’t oblivious to Ye Ye’s tone but saw no need to engage.

“If there’s nothing else, could you not stay here?” Still heated, Ye Ye’s words were blunt.

“Hah.” Ying Shu found it amusing. “No can do.”

“Student Ye, this isn’t your private property.”

Seated at her desk, Yu Sisi’s lips twitched. She wished she could turn invisible.

What was Ye Ye thinking, picking a fight with someone from the Geyas Family? Had she lost her mind?

Though she claimed not to care.

In the end, she still acted like an old nanny, diligently and conscientiously tugging at Ye Ye’s sleeve with concern, mouthing for her to shut up quickly and not act impulsively.

Meanwhile, Ding Moyan wisely extricated herself from their childish atmosphere.

She retreated and found a seat a few meters away from Ye Ye. Sitting quietly in her spot, Ding Moyan needed time alone to digest everything that had happened.

Her movements were swift and decisive, leaving no room for hesitation something Yu Sisi couldn’t help but envy.

Students gradually filled the classroom, and Ying Shu had no real intention of antagonizing Ye Ye. After all, there was no point. A failed pursuer wasn’t worth her attention better to focus on Ding Moyan and Zong Jia instead.

Ying Shu cast an indifferent glance at Ding Moyan, who was sitting in the back row, before taking her seat on the prepared chair at the podium.

The bell rang, and the classroom was now fully occupied.

Ying Shu stood up, surveying the fifty unfamiliar faces before her. Picking up a piece of chalk, she wrote her name on the blackboard and began her introduction:

“Hello, I’m Ying Shu, the decision-making instructor for Class A+ of the 30th level, as well as your homeroom teacher.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” A faint smile lingered in her eyes as she sat back down, fingers interlaced beneath her chin, her posture relaxed.

Then, she began the introductory portion of the course.

When lecturing, Ying Shu’s tone was steady and precise, a stark contrast to her earlier playful demeanor.

As expected of a lieutenant from the Second Legion, the decision-making scenarios she presented closely mirrored real battlefield situations.

The students listened attentively even Ye Ye, who had clashed with her earlier, couldn’t help but admire the logic behind Ying Shu’s words.

However, Ding Moyan had no interest in interstellar warfare strategies. To her, the lecture was like a lullaby, her eyelids growing heavier as sleep beckoned.

“The results of this decision-making exam were quite good overall for our class.”

At these words, Ding Moyan jolted awake from her drowsiness. Her hand groped inside her desk for the folder containing her blank test paper, a sinking feeling creeping into her chest.

I’m doomed.

“Now, let’s go over the questions.”

“The first question covers the analysis of decision-makers, divided into five specific categories.” Ying Shu spoke fluently as she held the test paper, her gaze landing on the girl in the back row. She winked. “This one’s simple just rote memorization from the textbook. Those who didn’t score, stand up. Let’s see which little cuties got it wrong.”

“…” Ding Moyan glanced around. The question was basic, and students who made it into Class A+ naturally excelled academically. It was unlikely anyone would stumble over something requiring mere memorization.

But as Ding Moyan unfolded her test paper, the glaring zero made her swallow hard. The long-forgotten humiliation of being punished in school was about to make a comeback.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Ding Moyan slowly rose from her seat.

Her decision to submit a blank exam had already caused an uproar on the Rose Workshop’s official website especially since, at the same time, the young miss of the Ye family had written an Alpha’s name on her test and scored full marks.

The incident had once topped the trending list on the site, and even after some time, its popularity hadn’t waned.

Even if she didn’t stand up now, the person at the podium would undoubtedly call her out anyway.

“Classmate Ding Moyan, how did you get this question wrong?” Placing the test paper on the desk, Ying Shu turned her gaze toward Ding Moyan.

Ding Moyan replied bluntly, “I handed in a blank sheet. I didn’t want to do it.”

Since she was going to stand her ground, she might as well go all the way. With the protagonist gone, the original plot had long since devolved into some unrecognizable mess. She was no longer bound by the system, she was a student of the Engineering Institute. As long as she remained there, Ying Shu couldn’t easily touch her. As for whether the Ding family, the original body’s family, would be implicated, that was another matter. After all, in the original plot, the Ding family wasn’t exactly virtuous either.

The classmates present looked stunned. This was outright defiance. The school beauty had just arrived, and her tone was unexpectedly bold, completely different from before. Was this a new persona for the new class?

“If you don’t want to do it, then copy it five times,” Ying Shu said, her smile vanishing instantly, a chilling glint flashing in her eyes.

“Damn, impressive,” the boy in front whispered, turning around to give Ding Moyan a thumbs-up after Ying Shu returned to the podium. “You actually dared to talk back to Professor Ying.”

“Yeah.”

“Five copies is a lot. Need any help?” The boy winked at her.

“Huh?”

“I can copy the test for you,” the boy mumbled shyly, lowering his head. “Could you get Yu Sisi’s contact info for me? I want to add her.”

“Oh!” Ding Moyan didn’t hesitate to sell Yu Sisi out. “Deal.”

Ding Moyan added, “I’ll get it for you, but whether she adds you or not is up to her.”

“Fine,” the boy agreed without hesitation.

Ding Moyan nodded. “Then, happy cooperation.”

The boy shook her hand. “Happy cooperation.”

Ye Ye was acutely aware that her emotions had become increasingly unstable lately, but she had no intention of suppressing them. Propping her chin on one hand, she listened to Ying Shu’s lecture while letting her mind wander elsewhere, multitasking effortlessly.

The pen between her fingers spun ceaselessly until an idea struck her, and she stopped the idle motion.

Ye Ye scribbled a note and turned to pass it backward. “For Ding Moyan.”

The girl behind her understood immediately, she had been shipping the Ding-Ye pairing on the school forum for ages. But experiencing it firsthand? The thrill was even better.

The girl passed the note to the next person behind her. “From Ye Ye.”

“Huh?”

“You know!” The girl flashed a mischievous, knowing grin.

“Oh! Got it, got it. Mission accomplished.”

With a meaningful glance, the next student instantly grasped the situation and eagerly handed the note to the person behind them, whispering as they did, “A love letter from Ye Ye to Ding Moyan.”

The note made its way from hand to hand until it finally reached Ding Moyan.

The boy in front turned around and handed it to her, eyes sparkling. “A little love note from Ye Ye.”

Ding Moyan’s hair stood on end. “?”

Blinking in disbelief, she stared down at it: What, what is this?

At that moment, the note in her hand felt like a scalding hot potato, and she hastily stuffed it into her desk.

“Not going to open it and see what secrets the note holds, Classmate Ding Moyan?”

Ying Shu had somehow appeared beside Ding Moyan’s desk without anyone noticing.

The boy in front whipped his head back around instantly.

Ding Moyan’s heart skipped a beat, and she decided to play dead.

When she didn’t respond, Ying Shu rapped her knuckles on the desk, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Then our next question will be answered by Classmate Ding Moyan.”

Ding Moyan massaged her temples. “…” Which question even is it?

“Classmate Ding Moyan?”

Ding Moyan stood up, raised her head, and calmly replied, “I can’t.”

Ying Shu narrowed her long, slender eyes. “Can’t?”

Ding Moyan was unfazed. “That’s right.”

“If you can’t, then copy this impromptu question fifty times, along with the five test papers you were supposed to copy earlier. Hand them all in the day after tomorrow. Miss even one, and you’ll see.”

Fifty times and the question was excruciatingly long.

She felt utterly defeated inside, and in her frustration, she blamed Ye Ye for the mess.

Ye Ye screwed me over.

The time dragged on unbearably.

Finally, after enduring until her scalp tingled, Ding Moyan made it to the end of class.

But the person at the lectern wasn’t about to let her off the hook.

Ying Shu, revising some documents, suddenly spoke up. “Ding Moyan, stay behind. I have something to say to you.”

Instantly, the atmosphere turned strange. Students packing up to leave froze mid-action, drawn by the scent of juicy gossip. Their eyes darted between Ding Moyan and the new instructor, this was clearly the setup for some major drama!

Ye Ye glanced back at Ding Moyan, worry flashing in her eyes.

“Let’s go, Ye Ye,” Yu Sisi tugged at Ye Ye’s arm, pulling her toward the door.

Ye Ye shook her off impatiently. “Stop dragging me.”

“Come on, Ding Moyan has the President backing her up. Nothing will happen,” Yu Sisi laid out the stakes plainly. “But if you clash with Instructor Ying again and your dad finds out, you might end up in confinement.”

Ye Ye’s fingers twitched reflexively.

The Ye family’s confinement wasn’t like being grounded in an ordinary household. Their version was a refurbished interrogation room, originally decommissioned.

As a child, Ye Ye had been mischievous, often causing trouble. Once, she went too far and blew up someone’s hover car. Her father had immediately locked her in confinement.

The room wasn’t large, but its walls and floors were embedded with neural projectors. Once inside, when she fell asleep, they would slowly seep into her cerebral cortex, infiltrating her brain’s central system, looping her worst fears to instill terror.

After that, Ye Ye’s temper mellowed. Even if she “accidentally” ended up there again, she’d force herself to stay awake.

Yu Sisi’s words weren’t unfounded. Ye Ye could easily imagine her father tossing her back into that room if she provoked Ying Shu.

“Let’s go,” Yu Sisi pulled her along.

This time, Ye Ye didn’t resist, letting herself be led away without protest.

They exited through the back door. As they passed Ding Moyan, Ye Ye caught sight of the bruises on her wrist from where she’d gripped too hard.

A pang of guilt twisted inside Ye Ye. She lowered her head, unable to meet Ding Moyan’s eyes. Her earlier outburst had made her grasp too tightly without realizing.

As for the remaining students, they were quick to read the room, swiftly gathering their things and leaving. If the instructor wanted to speak to Ding Moyan privately, they couldn’t linger.

Even if they wanted gossip, they couldn’t be so blatant about it.

After all, eavesdropping by the walls wasn’t illegal.

A few minutes later, only two remained in the classroom.

“Instructor,” Ding Moyan approached and called out.

Ying Shu reclined comfortably in the wooden chair, left leg crossed over the right, idly weighing a black-and-white entwined whip in her hand. Her tone was inscrutable. “Handing in a blank test.”

“Uncooperative attitude in class, passing notes, dating.” Ying Shu leisurely listed Ding Moyan’s misdeeds.

The leather whip tapped rhythmically against the desk as Ying Shu arched a brow, her tone grave. “Student Ding Moyan, I believe it’s necessary to have your parents visit the Engineering Institute.”

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