Chapter 83: The Delicate and Willful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character (1)

“Bang—”

“Damn, who’s the shameless one that threw that?”

“Hahaha—”

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Qiao Yiyi was spacing out during class. Her deskmate Hao Qin was asleep with her head down. Suddenly, she was hit on the head by a piece of chalk thrown by the physics teacher, cutting off her dream date with a handsome guy. She instantly jumped up, furious, determined to deal with the “culprit.”

Hao Qin hadn’t realized class had already started. The moment she looked up, she met the dark expression of the physics teacher. The classmates couldn’t hold back and all burst out laughing.

The physics teacher was known as “Nun Miejue^[1]It’s a nickname often used to describe a strict, cold, or fearsome female teacher (or person) — inspired by a famous character from Chinese martial arts fiction (wuxia), who is a stern and … Continue reading.” Her face was always cold. Throughout their high school years, the number of times they had seen her smile could be counted on one hand.

Hao Qin had thought she would show off a little, but upon facing “Nun Miejue,” she immediately deflated like a punctured balloon. She shrank her neck, hunched her back, and was about to sit down humbly.

“Stay standing!” Nun Miejue scolded angrily.

Hao Qin was so startled that she straightened up at once and quickly nodded. “Yes, teacher!”

“What time do you think it is? Huh?” Nun Miejue unleashed a torrent of criticism at Hao Qin. “You’re already in your final year of high school. There’s less than a year left. And you still have the nerve to sleep? You can still sleep?”

Nun Miejue probably didn’t sleep well the night before. Using Hao Qin’s situation as a spark, she lectured for half the class.

Hao Qin was extremely embarrassed and looked at her deskmate Qiao Yiyi several times. But Qiao Yiyi had her head down, already lost in thought.

Qiao Yiyi was unconsciously twirling her pink pen. She felt a constant sense of unreality. Had she returned to her third year of high school ten years ago?

Ten years ago, Qiao Yiyi was still a carefree girl who lived boldly and freely. She came from a well-off family, had well-educated parents, and had mediocre but average grades.

With sweet looks and a soft, sticky voice, she was a soft girl.

Because she spoke gently and looked delicate, people naturally wanted to take care of and protect her. Along the way, she hadn’t encountered many difficulties.

Before turning eighteen, Qiao Yiyi felt she was quite happy.

However, Qiao Yiyi’s life took a sharp turn after she turned eighteen. She almost couldn’t afford to go to college and ended up living in a small, shabby apartment after graduation.

Eventually, she couldn’t even bear to treat a small cold, which worsened severely.

She thought she was about to die and reincarnate, but when she woke up, she found herself back in high school ten years ago. At the same time, a plot had flooded into her mind.

It turned out Qiao Yiyi was a cannon fodder female supporting character in a campus novel. She was a love-struck supporting character who secretly loved the male lead Shi Jiachen. During high school, she chased after Shi Jiachen like crazy, even making public confessions at school and constantly waiting outside his classroom to show affection.

The male lead Shi Jiachen was the basketball team captain. He was tall, handsome, and had a roguish charm. He was a master at flirting. Since Qiao Yiyi looked soft and had a somewhat squeaky voice, everyone teased them. He somewhat flirted ambiguously with her.

But the two never got together. Qiao Yiyi was heartbroken by his hot-and-cold behavior and the many girls around him. She couldn’t eat or sleep, and her grades plummeted.

She could have gotten into a good university, but she barely missed the mark.

To still get into college, she had to repeat a year. Her goal remained to attend the same university as Shi Jiachen.

Just after she was accepted, her family faced misfortune. The once delicate girl was forced to work part-time while studying.

After going to college, she reconnected with the male lead. By then, the male lead was already in a relationship with the female lead, becoming a faithful and devoted man. But her obsession returned, and shamelessly, she chased after him again, turning into the cannon fodder female.

She even tried to break the couple up, acting like a green tea girl, which ultimately led to her dropping out of college and drifting at the bottom of society.

Her once proud character was worn down.

Qiao Yiyi sighed. Of all things to be, why be a cannon fodder supporting character?

For that scumbag man, it wasn’t worth it.

“Student Song Jing scored full marks on this mock exam’s physics section. There are only two in the entire city! If you could learn from him even a little, I’d be satisfied!” After scolding Hao Qin, Nun Miejue took out the first mock exam papers. When she mentioned her prized student Song Jing, her expression immediately softened a bit.

No one was surprised that Song Jing scored full marks. It was expected.

Since the beginning of high school, Song Jing had been the star of their school. No matter the exam, big or small, he always held the number one rank in the city. No one could surpass him. He was the favorite of every subject teacher.

Their No. 2 High School hadn’t produced a top scorer in years. The school leaders were counting on Song Jing to win the top spot and finally give them something to be proud of.

Nun Miejue first handed out Song Jing’s test paper. She emphasized his score again, then looked at him with a rare gentle expression and asked him to come forward to collect it.

The boy behind Qiao Yiyi stood up. He was wearing the school uniform. He was tall but very thin. His uniform was buttoned all the way up to the last button. He had a very short haircut and wore black-rimmed glasses.

His appearance was plain. He was quiet and barely spoke to anyone. Throughout high school, they had hardly heard him say a word.

Aside from his academic performance, Qiao Yiyi had no impression of Song Jing.

When he came back holding his paper, Qiao Yiyi looked up and happened to meet his gaze.

Qiao Yiyi noticed his eyes were actually quite nice. His skin was rather fair too. When he saw her looking over, Song Jing’s expression flickered slightly.

She kept looking at him and suddenly lifted the corners of her mouth. Her white, tender doll-like face was full of a soft, warm smile.

Song Jing paused in his steps, his fingertips clutching the test paper tightened slightly, his gaze moved away somewhat confusedly, then he quickened his pace down the steps.

As soon as he sat down, he knocked the books off the desk.

Qiao Yiyi turned to look at him again, her eyes gentle and flowing, and even reached out to straighten the tilted textbook for him.

Song Jing’s hand also reached out. His fingers were long and well-defined. His usually emotionless face showed a hint of nervousness.

Qiao Yiyi’s hand also reached over. When their fingers touched, Song Jing suddenly pulled his hand back as if electrocuted.

Seeing this, Qiao Yiyi’s smile deepened, and she continued helping him straighten the textbook.

“That’s enough,” Song Jing said.

His voice was clear, low, and carried a slight magnetism.

Qiao Yiyi wondered why she had never noticed it before. It sounded surprisingly pleasant.

“Okay,” she obediently responded, looked at Song Jing once more, then slowly turned back around.

Qiao Yiyi did not notice that Song Jing, with his head lowered staring at the test paper, was gripping his pen so tightly that his knuckles turned white, leaving a deep line in the paper.

In the eyes of others, this bookworm with an odd and aloof personality now had waves surging in his gaze.

And the reason Qiao Yiyi approached Song Jing was very simple.

During her university years, she faced financial difficulties, yet her bank card received a deposit every month. At first, she thought it was from the male lead, Shi Jiachen.

Because he knew about the changes in her family and that she was no longer the little princess she used to be, she believed he felt sorry for her.

It was precisely because of this that Qiao Yiyi clung to him even more desperately.

She thought Shi Jiachen treated her well and loved her the most.

With this money, Qiao Yiyi managed to get through many difficult times in college. Later, even when she dropped out and struggled in society, the monthly deposits continued.

They even increased to twenty thousand a month, enough for her to laze around for a long time.

Qiao Yiyi thought this was Shi Jiachen’s way of compensating her. In a fit of anger, she directly canceled the card. It was not until much later that she found out the money had not come from Shi Jiachen at all.

It was from Song Jing.

Her impression of him was pitifully vague.

Through her memories, Qiao Yiyi realized that back in high school, she was carefree and often shared her snacks with her classmates around her due to her well-off family. Song Jing received quite a few of them too.

Though he never said anything, in reality, he kept every snack she gave him and never ate a single one.

Later, in pursuit of Shi Jiachen, Qiao Yiyi began practicing folding Christmas trees weeks before Christmas Eve and even placed apples inside them.

She forced those ugly prototypes on the surrounding classmates. Everyone took them and soon dug out the apples to eat.

She had casually given one to Song Jing too, and he actually treasured it. Even the apple, he could not bear to eat and turned it into a specimen.

That a bookworm like Song Jing would have someone he liked—Qiao Yiyi never expected it.

That this person was herself—she even more so did not expect.

Back then, Song Jing did indeed achieve the top score in the province and went to the capital. After that, no one heard anything about him until the school’s centennial celebration, where it was said he donated eighty million yuan and established a scholarship fund specifically to help poor students.

Students who reached a certain score and came from low-income families could receive a scholarship sufficient to complete their studies.

Qiao Yiyi was not paying attention in class. Her hands folded on the desk, and she rested her head on them, lost in a daze.

The bell for the end of class rang.

Behind her, Song Jing stood up with his water bottle. As he passed by Qiao Yiyi, she acted on a sudden impulse and grabbed the corner of his shirt. Her beautiful eyes looked straight up at him.