Chapter 413: Day 18 into the Mary Sue Story

Chapter 413: The Eighteenth Day of Being Thrown into a Mary Sue Story

Comment section:

"Help! What does Ye Ming's inner monologue even mean?! 'There's always tomorrow'? Dude, you just got tossed out like garbage, and now you're eyeing him with this domineering CEO catchphrase? Isn't that the early stages of Stockholm syndrome?! (vomit) (vomit)"

"Damn! He's actually into guys?! And he's still not giving up on the female lead? Screw that! What kind of garbage is this? How can something like this be a male lead? @Author, I'm starting to doubt your species. You damn alien! What are you doing on Earth?!"

"Probably trying to destroy the planet with her toxic novel. Reading her book automatically drops your IQ by a hundred points—memetic contamination or something."

"Very likely. I'm already feeling the aftereffects!"

"What a malicious author!"

"Absolute torture!"

"Help! Just seeing the name 'Ye Ming' now makes me feel oily... (heartbroken.jpg)"

"The person above, you just typed it out—aren't you afraid of attracting mold?"

"Then we're done for. Can't get to the author—she's typed that name so many times. Is she even still in the country?"

"Sigh, stop worrying. She's still here. Gutter oil isn't petroleum!"

"Wahhh, An Yi little angel! He's so normal that he doesn't even seem like he belongs in this novel. 'It's not your fault; the fault lies with those who don't know how to respect others and behave inappropriately.' I love him! (kiss) (kiss)"

"Compared to Ye Ming and Huang Fuxiao, the difference is clear as day—worlds apart!! So they CAN write a normal person? What is the author even doing?!"

"Still haven't accepted reality? She's here to destroy the Earth!"

"..."

The corner of An Yi's mouth twitched.

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"Leng Bingning, are you alright?" Shen Muyu's gentle voice sounded beside her, snapping her back to reality.

Leng Bingning turned around and met Shen Muyu's worried gaze.

This Student Council President had a warm smile and a sincere tone that easily put others at ease.

She unconsciously relaxed a bit and shook her head. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, President Shen."

"That's good to hear." Shen Muyu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses warm as it rested on her, his tone carrying just the right amount of comfort. "Ye Ming can sometimes be a bit... careless about the little things. I'll remind him to be mindful of the impact. Sorry you were frightened."

He paused, his gaze seemingly drifting casually again toward the direction where An Yi and Lu Lu had disappeared, then returning to Leng Bingning's face, his tone even warmer and more cordial, with a hint of curiosity: "Still, it's really thanks to An Yi for stepping in so promptly. You and An Yi... are you close? He seemed very protective of you earlier."

His question sounded natural, like casual conversation and concern between friends.

Yet, Leng Bingning felt an inexplicable twinge in her heart.

What did he mean by "careless about the little things"?

Can a single phrase like that cover up that man's behavior?

And what did he mean by her being "close" with An Yi?

Last time, when she didn't even know An Yi yet, he had still defended her just the same.

Shen Muyu...

Shen Muyu's tone and gaze remained gentle, but for some reason, she keenly sensed that when he asked this question, his focus wasn't entirely on her being startled—more... on An Yi?

That subtle air of superiority and disdain, barely perceptible, made the faint goodwill she'd felt from his warm demeanor dissipate considerably, replaced by a hint of wariness.

An Yi had just helped her, and she didn't want to bring him any unnecessary trouble or attention—especially from someone like Shen Muyu, who seemed gentle on the surface but was truly unfathomable.

She shook her head, keeping her tone as natural as possible: "No, not very close. Just an ordinary classmate. I've... run into him a couple of times before. An Yi is a very kind person. He probably just saw someone in need of help and stepped in."

She glossed over their relationship casually.

Shen Muyu, being as perceptive as he was, immediately caught the hint of distance and wariness in Leng Bingning's tone.

A flicker passed through his eyes behind the lenses, but his smile didn't change in the slightest—it even grew warmer and more considerate. "I see. An Yi is indeed a warm-hearted person. Either way, what matters most is that you're alright."

"If you ever encounter similar troubles in the academy in the future, feel free to contact the Student Council. We'll do our best to help." He deftly changed the subject, no longer pressing about An Yi, showing Leng Bingning his usual reliability and thoughtfulness.

Leng Bingning murmured her thanks, but her wariness didn't fully subside.

She glanced at Shen Muyu's face, then thought of An Yi's departing figure, Ye Ming's unsettlingly sticky gaze, and the detestable Huang Fuxiao... Her mind churned with irritation.

She just wanted to study in peace!

This academy, these so-called "big shots"!

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In the days following the library incident, various rumors about the conflict spread in exaggerated, distorted, and embellished versions, sparking heated private discussions.

"Did you hear? Young Master An Yi and that big shot Ye Ming got into a fight at the library entrance!"

"Really? Why?"

"Seems like it was over a girl! That specially admitted commoner, Leng Bingning or something—the one with the super long name!"

"Wow! Two guys fighting over one girl? That's intense! Young Master An Yi is usually so mild-mannered—he actually threw hands over a girl?"

"Threw hands? I heard An Yi literally tossed Ye Ming out! Ye Ming landed hard!"

"God! Is Ye Ming okay?"

"Is An Yi's hand hurt?"

"Is An Yi really that strong? No way, right? Ye Ming's family is..."

"Who knows, but the story's pretty detailed. As for that Leng Bingning... tsk, quite the schemer. Barely arrived and she's already tangled up with His Highness Huang, and now she's stirring things up between An Yi and Ye Ming..."

"That's not all! I heard President Shen even comforted her afterward!"

"What! What makes her deserve that!"

"I've seen her—she's got that seductive look!"

"Seductive? I'd call her a jinx. Who knows what His Highness Huang sees in her, ugh!"

"..."

All sorts of gossip, loud or whispered, circulated through classroom hallways, cafeteria corners, and even anonymous sections of the campus forum.

One of the central figures of the rumors, Leng Bingning·Christina·Diemengzilei·Xueyeshang·Meng, had been enduring an especially agonizing few days.

She still had to complete her humiliating "maid" duties every day, enduring Huang Fuxiao's strange glances and occasionally absurd commands.

And on top of that, she had to bear the complex, meaning-laden stares coming from all directions.