Chapter 397: The Second Day in the Mary Sue World

Chapter 397: The Second Day of Falling into a Mary Sue World

And An Yi's role was that of a prop the female lead used to make the male lead jealous—a devoted sidekick who quietly watched over her, a noble scion who eventually left the country to nurse his broken heart while the leads enjoyed their happiness.

An Yi: "..."

Another nice-guy backup?

He had experience with this. It wouldn't faze him!

An Yi gave a resigned smile, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He opened his eyes again, his gaze sweeping across the private room before landing on a corner.

A young man sat there.

Black shirt, black trousers, seated in a dark red sofa, striking a pose like a deliberately staged, dark-toned photograph.

He seemed uninterested in the two girls beside him.

He was looking down at his phone, the cold screen light tracing a sharp profile—a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a razor-sharp jawline.

Huang Fuxiao.

An Yi only described him that way because of how the novel depicted him: this ice-cold Fourth Royal Prince had a chiseled face, sharp hawk-like eyes, thin yet passionate lips, stood 185 centimeters tall, and had a golden-ratio build.

At this moment, this embodiment of "chiseled face, hawk eyes, thin lips" was sitting in the corner of the private room scrolling on his phone.

Why was he here? Because he hadn't met the female lead yet and was, as usual, cutting loose.

An Yi watched the two girls edge closer to him, then glanced at the couple in the center of the room who had escalated from a passionate kiss to some R-rated groping, and finally brought his gaze back to Huang Fuxiao.

"Cutting loose."

So that's what it meant?

An Yi went silent for a full three seconds.

Then he let out a slow sigh, sank back into the sofa, and stared blankly at the deafening music and the writhing crowd before him.

An Yi: "..."

Unbelievable.

An Yi shifted his gaze away from Huang Fuxiao and scanned the room.

His idea of "cutting loose" was clearly different from Huang Fuxiao's.

An Yi decided to leave.

The air was too thick, the music too loud, and the scene before him needed a censor bar.

He didn't like it here, but this world wasn't bad—he could take an elegant vacation in this brain-dead world.

He stood up, and as he wove through the frenzied crowd, someone tried to pull him in. He sidestepped, moving as lightly as a wisp of smoke.

The guy didn't even notice how he'd slipped away.

An Yi pushed open the soundproof door of the private room, and the deafening music was cut off behind him.

The lighting in the corridor was still dim and moody, but at least the air was fresher—relatively.

He walked slowly along the carpeted hallway, past realist oil paintings on the walls, with lights casting long shadows over the frames.

This was one of the city's most exclusive clubs. The original owner of this body hailed from a prominent family—a noble scion of this country with considerable influence, or else he wouldn't have had the privilege of being in the same private room as Huang Fuxiao.

But perhaps because his background was too similar to Huang Fuxiao's, he hadn't become a male lead—just a backup.

He sifted through his memories as he walked.

This body was also named An Yi—nineteen years old, a sophomore at Shengjing Royal Academy, majoring in art, with excellent grades and a gentle personality. He was popular on campus.

His parents were alive, he had an older brother, and his family was close. No childhood trauma, no abuse in his past. His brother would inherit the title, and all he needed to do was coast through life without a care.

Just an ordinary noble youth, living an ordinary life, and falling in love with a girl in the most ordinary way.

That girl's name was Leng Bingning·Christina·Diemengzilei·Xueyeshang·Meng.

An Yi stopped dead in his tracks.

He stood in the middle of the corridor, sucking in a sharp breath.

In the original owner's memories, the girl had waist-length black hair that occasionally shimmered with a faint purple sheen in the sunlight.

She had extraordinary eyes—seven-colored irises. The original owner only remembered that they were beautiful, changing color with her mood.

Her skin was fair, her figure slender, and she always wore faded hand-me-downs, but she stood up straight with a stubborn look in her eyes.

The original owner had fallen for her after seeing her feed a stray cat one day. What a sweet girl!

Though she never even knew he existed.

The original novel didn't mention any of this. When the original owner appeared in the story, he was already cast as the backup.

Fine.

An Yi recalled a detail: Leng Bingning·Christina·Diemengzilei·Xueyeshang·Meng... alright, from now on, he'd just call her Leng Suanling... no, forget it. He'd just call her the female lead.

The female lead worked part-time at a club near the academy—which was this very club.

In the original novel, Huang Fuxiao would have his first encounter with the female lead here, pulling off a classic rescue.

It's not today, is it?

An Yi continued forward, turned a corner, and was about to step into the elevator to leave.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Then he heard an argument from down the corridor.

"I really don't know you! Let go of me!"

A girl's voice, full of anger and forced calm.

An Yi looked toward the source of the sound.

"Don't play innocent! Working at a place like this—isn't this what you're here for?" A man's voice, rough and slurred with drunkenness. "What's the harm in having a drink with us? It won't kill you."

"I work here legally! If you don't let go, I'm calling security!"

"Go ahead and yell. Let's see who the security guards listen to!"

Comments section:

"He's working at a club and runs into a thug—I bet the male lead's about to show up! Hero saves the damsel in distress!"

"Classic!"

"Can't wait to see if it's the cold type or the charmingly wicked one!"

"You guys know what's up!"

"I'm putting my money on the charmingly wicked type!"

"+1!"

"..."

An Yi reached out with his spiritual sense—Huang Fuxiao was still on the couch, cozying up to two girls, with no sign of getting up.

In the original story, the female lead only got away by wrenching herself free, and even then she fell, her clothes came undone, and she stumbled around making a racket before Huang Fuxiao swooped in to save her.

An Yi sighed.

He couldn't stand to watch this, so he wasn't going to wait for Huang Fuxiao.

He'd end this plot himself.

He turned and walked in that direction.

Rounding the corner, he saw a scene straight out of a classic cliché.

A girl in a server's uniform was backed into a corner by three men.

Her back was to him—all he could see was her rigid spine and clenched fists. One of the men had a grip on her wrist.

She tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

"Let go." An Yi said.

All three men turned at once.

Only then did An Yi get a good look at the girl's face.

She really was pale, her long black hair in a ponytail, showing off a smooth forehead and a slender neck.

Her eyes—

An Yi blinked.

They actually did change color.

Holy crap!!

No way!