That evening, Jiang Mianmian returned to the luxurious three-story villa her family had purchased near Miston Academy.

The property featured a small garden and an artificial fountain, exuding opulence and extravagance.

But for Jiang Mianmian, who came from a wealthy family in reality as well, such grandeur was simply routine.

Her immediate priority, however, was to remove the heavy makeup that felt so uncomfortable on her face and to dye her garishly rebellious yellow hair back to a natural color.

The original character had adopted this non-mainstream appearance to match Mingyao’s rebellious aesthetic after becoming the school bully, but Jiang Mianmian found it completely distasteful.

Her makeup featured thick, winged eyeliner and strikingly red lips. Despite being just a teenager, the overly mature style didn’t suit her at all.

Even though her natural features were excellent, the garish makeup and yellow hair combined to make her look like an unapproachable delinquent queen.

Honestly, it was surprising that Zhou Nanye wasn’t scared off by her appearance and was still willing to be her friend.

After all, most good students avoided classmates with such a delinquent image like the plague.

As expected of the male supporting character she had chosen—he was truly different.

The villa was eerily quiet. The original character’s parents were always busy with their careers, leaving her alone in this massive house.

The original character might have found it lonely, but Jiang Mianmian didn’t mind.

In her real life, she was used to being a “left-behind youth.” Her parents were deeply in love with each other, and she was simply an “accident.”

While her parents traveled the world together, she had been left at home alone, growing accustomed to solitude.

During those solitary times, Jiang Mianmian had discovered her love for reading novels, becoming deeply drawn to the tragic endings of male supporting characters. She always felt heartache for their fates.

When the Male Supporting Character System gave her the chance to rewrite their stories and give them happiness, she seized it without hesitation.

Now that she had decided to focus on studying alongside Zhou Nanye, her delinquent image needed an immediate overhaul.

She called her hairstylist and beautician to come to the villa to give her a complete makeover.

Her hair was dyed back to a sleek black, and the garish makeup was removed. She had her skin treated with a full facial care routine, and the beautician designed a more appropriate makeup look for her.

When the transformation was complete, Jiang Mianmian looked at her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel stunned.

The girl staring back at her had bright, intelligent eyes and smooth, radiant skin. Her delicate, exquisite features radiated beauty and charm, making it impossible to look away.

Without the heavy, rebellious makeup, Jiang Mianmian no longer exuded an aggressive or domineering aura.

Instead, she now resembled an elegant and radiant princess, embodying a sense of nobility and grace.

Her presence commanded attention; people couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty and instinctively feel the urge to bow before her.

If Zhou Ling’er’s charm lay in her innocent, soft beauty like a clinging vine, Jiang Mianmian was like a stunning night-blooming flower—pure and regal, enchanting from a distance yet untouchable.

The difference between them was stark.

It was clear that in the original storyline, the original character had wasted her natural advantages.

She had been so obsessed with Mingyao that she lost herself, becoming overly humble and possessive. This only made Mingyao take her feelings for granted and refuse to cherish her.

Not this time.

Mingyao didn’t deserve her love—neither hers nor the original character’s.

A new day dawned, and the busy school schedule began again.

In the hallway of Miston Academy, Jiang Mianmian walked confidently in her school uniform, her long, fair legs drawing countless admiring glances.

Her newly restored black hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, complementing her flawless complexion and delicate, elegant features.

She was the kind of beauty that made it impossible to look away.

As she stepped into her classroom, the students inside immediately took notice.

Wait a minute—did their class just get a new transfer student?

And not just any transfer student—a stunningly beautiful one!

But… they hadn’t heard anything about a new student arriving.