Chapter 396: The First Day in the Mary Sue World

Chapter 396: Transmigrated into a Mary Sue on Day One

The dim, suggestive lighting smeared itself across the whole private room like syrup.

An Yi sank into the ridiculously soft sofa, feeling like a candy tucked into a velvet box—though he had no idea which candy shop would stock its shelves amidst deafening electronic music and air thick with alcohol, perfume, and hormones.

His eyes had only been open for a few seconds, and he was already missing the scent of tea on that ornate boat from his previous life.

A moment ago, he had been on a gently rocking canopied boat, Bai Ji's head resting on his lap, Bai Ji's breath fading like the evening breeze.

He had leaned down to kiss Bai Ji's ice-cold forehead, then closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar sensation of separation—that slow ascent of the soul from the body, as gentle as morning mist dissipating over a lake.

He could already sense and even control his soul's separation now... If only he'd known, he would've stayed a bit longer.

Now, the moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by this spectacle: a man and a woman were grinding on each other in the center of the room, indecently intimate.

The girl's skirt was so short that one might worry she'd flash some pay-per-view content if she bent over. The man's shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel, and where his hand was roaming between her waist and hips was enough to warrant calling the authorities.

An Yi blinked.

Really, just one blink.

And those two were already eating each other's faces off.

Not a polite, perfunctory peck—this was a full-on make-out session that seemed ready to perform something unspeakable live, like they were trying to suck the life out of each other until one of them suffocated.

The wet, smacking sounds even rose above the music, and someone nearby was whistling and cheering them on.

An Yi: "..."

Ugh... Ruzhi, I kind of miss you.

My eyes hurt.

He silently turned his head away, refusing to watch the NSFW show.

Alright, so the modern world this time.

He was back again.

He closed his eyes and sensed the space around him for a moment, reaching out with his senses from the private room outward—no traces of any supernatural power.

A clean, purely material world.

Fine, that works too, An Yi thought.

A peaceful, ordinary life is the real deal. Fighting and killing only takes a toll on you.

In his last life, he had been emperor for forty years, dealing with state affairs. This life, he might as well treat it as a vacation.

He looked around the private room.

It was large. The dark gold wallpaper shimmered under the rotating lights. The crystal chandelier was off, replaced by a ring of colored spotlights that screamed "certain type of establishment."

On the sofas, twenty or so young men and women were sprawled across them—some lying, some sitting, some passed out. The table was crowded with liquor bottles, and the fruit platters were pockmarked with toothpick holes.

Just as he was about to sift through his new memories, he spotted a man in the corner across from him.

Young, sitting in the corner of the room—that was one of the male leads... one of them.

An Yi paused, narrowing his eyes.

He heard the comment section.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm dying laughing!"

"What year is it? I almost thought I'd been transported back in time!"

"Damn! This is interesting! Gotta tag my friends to come check this out!"

"My stomach hurts from laughing!"

"Seriously, the novel just started, and the female lead only introduced herself, and I'm already losing it. I thought I was back in middle school! Amazing!"

"I'm begging you, a novel this sugary, I have to leave a comment!"

"I knew from the first few lines that I shouldn't have any expectations for this plot! But I'm not dropping this novel! Because I'm a nostalgic person! It's all about nostalgia!"

"@Author! You're awesome! Keep doing your thing, okay? I can't wait to see more idiots!"

"Genius! Genius! Genius!"

"..."

An Yi: "..."

An Yi received the original novel's information like it was routine, then fell silent. It felt like his brain had just taken a punch. Interesting.

For a full ten seconds, he sat there motionless, the calm, unshakable expression on his face developing a visible crack.

An Yi slowly brought a hand up to rub his temples.

This novel... how should he describe it?

An Yi racked his brain and finally found a relatively apt metaphor: it had a certain beauty that only a missing brainstem could produce.

The mental pollution it brought to An Yi was something even Du Guyuan couldn't hold a candle to, and only You Shou could even come close.

And this timeless masterpiece was titled—

An Yi's mouth twitched involuntarily.

"The Four Young Lords' Exclusive Favor: Butterfly Dream, Purple Tears, and the Damned Man."

The female lead's name was Leng Bingning·Christina·Butterfly Dream Purple Tears·Blood Night Sorrow·Dream.

Yes, that was her full name, no joke: Leng Bingning·Christina·Butterfly Dream Purple Tears·Blood Night Sorrow·Dream.

An Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Wow~

He said the least calm exclamation in his mind with the calmest tone.

What a fun name.

The main plot of this novel: a poor but secretly exiled heiress of a hidden family—with rainbow-colored eyes and snow-white skin, a top student—enters the Sacred View Royal Aristocratic Academy, where she successively runs into the Campus F4, the four male leads of the story.

The Campus F4 included the ice-cold, aloof Fourth Imperial Prince Huang Fuxiao, who was expressionless, a man of few words, and possessed deep, frosty eyes. Due to childhood trauma and the burdens of the royal family, he had closed himself off emotionally, believing the whole world to be tacky and tedious—until he met the special female lead, and thus began the classic "Woman, you've caught my attention" arc.

Next is Ou Yanglie, the heir to a multinational conglomerate. He has a fiery temper and goes off like a firecracker at the slightest thing. Despite his immense wealth and global business empire, he can't control his fixation on the female lead, and he abhors any physical contact from women—yet only her touch sends "an electric current" through him, thus beginning his path of "Woman, you are mine!"

Then there is Ye Ming, the underworld prince. A perpetual "devilishly charming smirk" adorns his lips, always wearing an enigmatic half-smile, with "bewitching" eyes and flirtatious gestures. Every woman at school screams, faints, or immediately throws herself at him the moment she sees him, but the female lead alone remains unmoved, instantly captivating him and starting his journey of "Woman, you are special."

Finally, there is Shen Muyu, the principal's grandson and the Student Council President. Their school admits only aristocrats and the wealthy, plus a tiny fraction of exceptionally gifted commoners—the female lead being one of them. As the student council president, Shen Muyu is perpetually smiling, elegant, from a good family, academically excellent, and the campus prince. He is drawn to the female lead, who appears ordinary in glasses but is breathtakingly stunning without them. He treats everyone kindly but reserves his deepest, most tender affection solely for her.

The entire novel follows the female lead's enrollment, her successive clashes with the four male leads—including the student council president—signing contracts with them, and sparking conflicts, all while the male leads find her uniquely fascinating and unlike anyone else.

Then come the quarrels and commotions, her growing close to others, making the male leads jealous, their possessive outbursts leading to imprisonment, her escape, their pursuit, reconciliation, sharing one bed, and a happy ending.