After Becoming the Love-Brained Female Lead’s Best Friend - Chapter 2

Ye Wanyin waited in the living room until eleven at night. She had already finished more than half of her study guide, yet there was still no sign of the person in the opposite room coming out. In the end, she had to leave her notebook on the table and go to bed herself.

The next day, Ye Wanyin woke up to her biological clock. Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, she remembered the reality of having transmigrated into a book—and then remembered the “class” Fang Shu had mentioned yesterday. She was wide awake in a split second.

After a quick wash, Ye Wanyin stuffed the study guide into her backpack and hurried out of her room. The living room was quiet, and the room opposite was just as silent. Ye Wanyin paced back and forth between the two doors. Seeing that it was almost eight o’clock—even a first-period class would be starting soon—she cast aside her hesitation and knocked several times on the opposite door.

There was no response.

She couldn’t have left already, could she?

Ye Wanyin raised her hand again, knocking harder this time.

Finally, a faint rustling sound came from inside. A moment later, the door opened.

Fang Shu stood there with a “fed-up-with-the-world” face, wearing a loose Snow White nightgown. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and despite her expressionless face, she radiated an explosive aura of someone whose sleep had been disturbed. “It’s Saturday.”

The “dead fish” eyes sparked with murderous intent.

Ye Wanyin’s mouth hung open slightly. Ah…

Seeing the “give me a good reason or you’re dead” look in Fang Shu’s eyes, Ye Wanyin slowly snapped out of it. Remembering her goal, she hurried to the living room table, grabbed the notebook she had prepared yesterday, and shoved it into Fang Shu’s arms. “Perfect, then let’s do some tutoring.”

Fang Shu looked at the notebook in her arms: “…”

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wanyin and her notebook were shut out with a resounding slam.

Behind the door, Fang Shu walked back to her bed, habitually fishing earplugs out of her nightgown pocket. As she took them out, she glanced at them. Perhaps because she stared too long, the earplugs suddenly felt a bit foreign.

Wait, when did I develop the habit of wearing earplugs?

A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, but the feeling vanished as quickly as it came. Fang Shu frowned, thinking she was overthinking it. Haven’t I had this habit ever since I met Ye Wanyin?

She put the earplugs in, the world went quiet, and she quickly drifted back to sleep.

Outside the door, Ye Wanyin held the notebook, frowning at her mission for the first time.

Fang Shu didn’t emerge until noon. During that time, Ye Wanyin finished the rest of the study guide and added more content to the notebook.

Fang Shu looked exhausted, her eyelids half-closed. Combined with her messy hair, she looked like a female ghost who had had her life force drained in the middle of the night.

She clearly hadn’t slept well.

Ye Wanyin frowned for a second time.

She watched Fang Shu skillfully take frozen food from the fridge. After eating, the girl immediately pulled out her phone and began typing replies while sluggishly heading back to her room.

Ye Wanyin picked up her notebook and followed. “Do you have plans today?”

Fang Shu didn’t lift her gaze. Her voice was weak from lack of sleep, sounding as faint as a mosquito’s buzz: “Yes.”

Ye Wanyin followed stubbornly. “I’ll only take a moment of your time.”

Fang Shu finally looked up. Ye Wanyin immediately flipped open the notebook. Inside were basic exam questions she had written from memory; before she could start teaching, she needed to know the girl’s baseline.

It was all in vain.

Seconds later, Ye Wanyin was once again locked out.

Ye Wanyin: “…”

The precious hours of the weekend slipped away. Ye Wanyin hit a wall for two days and achieved nothing. If the other person didn’t want to write, there was no way for Ye Wanyin to force her hand to hold the pen.

On Monday, Ye Wanyin woke up early. The first thing she did was wash up, grab her bag, and knock on the opposite door.

Fang Shu opened the door unsteadily, her eyes still closed. Ye Wanyin gave her a shake. “Get up, we’re going to be late!”

Fang Shu’s body and head tilted to the side, leaning against the doorframe as if she were in a trance. Her voice drifted away: “I don’t want to go…”

Despite the words, her tone wasn’t as aggressive as usual; even her “morning grumpiness” was much weaker. Clearly, she still had a shred of a student’s sense of duty.

Realizing this, Ye Wanyin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she hadn’t completely given up on her education.

“Quick, quick! If you don’t get up now, we really will be late!” Ye Wanyin—who had no idea where the school, the classroom, or the seats were—hurriedly pushed Fang Shu toward the bathroom. Fang Shu was likely exhausted; she brushed her teeth with her eyes closed. It wasn’t until she washed her face that her eyes finally opened a crack.

She let out a long yawn and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes. She looked at Ye Wanyin with a vacant gaze and a flat voice: “Are you going to watch me change?”

Ye Wanyin nagged her to hurry up and then waited in the living room.

Ye Wanyin was wearing the school uniform today—a classic blue-and-white color scheme. The baggy pant legs brushed against the edges of her sneakers, threatening to touch the ground, so she knelt down to cuff them.

Perhaps it was just Ye Wanyin’s anxiety, but as she stared at her watch, the second hand seemed to be running on an accelerator. Her heart skipped a beat with every tick.

She had bought the watch on Saturday afternoon; she simply couldn’t stand not knowing the time. She had specifically chosen a dial with a calendar—cheap, and the best alternative to a phone.

Ye Wanyin watched the time jump from 6:30 AM to 6:45 AM. She was almost ready to charge into the room and drag Fang Shu out. How can changing clothes take this long?!

Fortunately, just as she was thinking this, Fang Shu emerged.

However, the girl was clearly not wearing a school uniform. She wore a doll-collared shirt with an A-line skirt, topped with a ruffle-edged cardigan that showed off her long, pale, straight legs. Her messy hair was now neatly combed, with a side braid tucked behind her ear along with some loose strands, held by a flower-shaped clip. She looked youthful and beautiful—the kind of girl who would get a 100% turn-around rate on the street.

Fang Shu gave a small yawn, still looking sleepy. She rubbed her eyes and sauntered slowly to the entryway. After putting on her leather shoes, she looked at the stunned Ye Wanyin and said, “Let’s go.”

Ye Wanyin snapped out of her daze, realizing she had been staring. As she put on her shoes, she reflected that the contrast was simply too great. On the first day, she had been too dazed to notice looks; over the weekend, Fang Shu had looked like she’d just hatched from a bird’s nest. Seeing her dressed up now was genuinely stunning.

The two left together. They lived in an old residential complex where the buildings only had five floors. They stepped out into the stairwell, the leather shoes clicking sharply on the steps before they reached the concrete road.

The area was crowded because it was sandwiched between two high schools—one to the east and one to the west.

In the early morning, many day students were rushing out, biting into buns or pancakes, before splitting up at the complex gate. Ye Wanyin noticed that almost everyone with dyed or permed hair and no uniform went left, while those in uniforms with ponytails went right.

As they reached the gate, Ye Wanyin instinctively began to turn right. Before she could take a step, her uniform sleeve was caught. Fang Shu was hooking the white elastic of her sleeve with a pinky finger, looking bored. “Where are you going?”

Ye Wanyin’s expression froze. She looked at the crowd ahead—students with permed, dyed hair, no uniforms, and even tattoos. She felt her breath hitch.

Compared to them, Fang Shu actually looked quite ordinary.

Because almost no one in this school wore a uniform, the moment Ye Wanyin walked into the classroom—properly dressed, hair in a “good student” high ponytail—all eyes fixed on her. Every step she took, their gazes followed.

Ye Wanyin felt like needles were pricking her back.

“Who’s that? I don’t think I’ve seen her.”

“Ye… Ye Wanyin? I think it’s her.”

“I don’t remember her being this noticeable. Is it really her?”

“Must be. Isn’t she the only one in our class who wears the uniform?”

Fang Shu noticed the strange atmosphere. She scanned the room and said dryly, “We’ve been together for a year and a half. You don’t recognize her?”

“We do, we do! It’s just… she feels a bit different, haha…”

Fang Shu turned back to look at Ye Wanyin. The girl wore her familiar “good student” black-rimmed glasses, her hair was tied back meticulously, and her face was the same as in her memory. If something was wrong… nothing seemed wrong.

She frowned slightly, her head tilting instinctively at a small angle. “What’s different?”

“Well, maybe you’ve spent too much time together to notice. It’s pretty obvious to us.”

Fang Shu couldn’t see it and didn’t care to bother further. She pulled Ye Wanyin over to sit at their desks.

Ye Wanyin, silently noting her seat, had a suspicion. Her identity was a system fabrication. According to the manual, the “real” her hadn’t existed in this world, so the system must have altered everyone’s memories. As for why there was a discrepancy in perception, she suspected it was the difference between a “background character” and a “mission target.”

After her brief deduction, Ye Wanyin couldn’t help but look sideways. Fang Shu was propping up her cheek with one hand, playing on her phone.

Seeing the habitual tilt, Ye Wanyin reached out and gently straightened Fang Shu’s head. “Don’t always tilt your head like that. It’s bad for your cervical spine.”

Fang Shu stared back with dead fish eyes: “…”