After Entering a Romance Reality Show Disguised as a Man to Win Over All the Female Leads - Chapter 19

Rong Yu snapped her eyes open.

She found herself back in the original dormitory.

She was wearing the same casual short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts pajamas she had on when she first woke up, and the surrounding high school girls’ dorm was once again quiet and tidy.

She instantly understood what the system meant by its initial reminder: “Current instance allows unlimited attempts.”

This script could actually be restarted infinitely?!

Rong Yu: “?”

The viewers in the livestream burst out laughing:

【Rongrong: I’ve never seen anything so speechless in my life (.)】

【Hahahaha, Rong Yu’s expression, I’m dying.】

While the audience laughed, Rong Yu lay on the bed in a daze, pondering the contents of this instance. She suddenly remembered the red text prompt on the wall from her first awakening: Task: Successfully find the key to survival and spend one night safely.

Note: This instance allows unlimited attempts. Players should strive to uncover useful information around them to survive the night successfully.

So her sole task was to survive. And somewhere near her, there was a medium that could help her stay alive; she needed to find it as quickly as possible to get through tonight.

Rong Yu blinked at the ceiling, her mind racing. An “Infinite Flow” survival instance seemed slightly simpler than a purely intellectual one, but for a weakling like her who had never studied martial arts, an action-based survival script was far more difficult. It tested mobility and reflexes. If it were a brain-teaser, she might have a chance given her experience writing scripts, but survival…

She sat up and looked down at her own skinny frame, which didn’t have two ounces of muscle to its name. She lay back down numbly, embracing a peaceful state of “lying flat” (slacking off).

He Huaiting was standing at the dormitory door exactly as before. Seeing Rong Yu sit up and then lie back down, she walked over slowly and leaned down to look at her: “Time to get up.”

Rong Yu sat up with a bitter face, went to the bathroom to change as she had the first time, washed up, and followed He Huaiting out.

They walked side by side to the dining hall to buy breakfast, then headed toward the classroom. Scraps of sunlight pierced through the tree canopy lining the school path, projecting onto He Huaiting beside her via the Tyndall effect. It split her cold, gorgeous, flawless profile into sharp segments of light and shadow.

He Huaiting walked beside her with a calm expression, showing no sign of anything being out of the ordinary. Everything was identical to the first awakening—peaceful, quiet, and beautiful. It felt like a warm revisit of their high school days.

But this time, Rong Yu didn’t dare drop her guard. The thought of being skewered through the chest last time made her heart pound and her fingertips go numb. She looked around instinctively as she walked, feeling as though an invisible pair of eyes was watching her. She kept checking behind her, terrified that the monster with the black veins and withered yellow arms would jump out to kill her again.

Her abnormal behavior drew a sidelong glance from He Huaiting: “What’s wrong?” Her aloof expression suggested she had no idea what Rong Yu had experienced.

“…” Rong Yu’s lip twitched. She really wanted to pinch her face. Keep acting. As if you didn’t choose this script yourself.

Bullet Chat:

【Hahahaha, such an actress! Such an actress!】

【Rong Yu: ? She’s so good at acting.】

Rong Yu couldn’t just ask “How do I clear your script?” so she gritted her teeth and shook her head: “N-nothing.”

He Huaiting gave a quiet “Mhm” and continued leading her to the classroom. Her inner shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, the crisp collar perfectly hugging her slender, white neck. Ascetic, restrained, cold. Even bathed in the warm morning sun, she still resembled a sharp ancient sword under moonlight. In the same uniform, Rong Yu looked like a delicate British-style JK girl, while He Huaiting looked like elegant, cold frost. She was like a precision instrument; simply standing there, she radiated an aura of untouchable brilliance.

Her downward gaze was reserved yet sharp, and any casual lift of her eyes was as stunning as moonlight pouring out. Her very movements possessed a refined, inner-outer grace. She looked exactly like a budding Lian Langsheng.

Rong Yu almost dazed out looking at her—provided He Huaiting wasn’t faking ignorance of the plot.

Bullet Chat:

【Stop bullying Rongrong, he’s so cute wuwuwu how can you have the heart!!! So… let me bully him instead (whispers)】

【Brother, let me teach you. When dealing with a sister who likes to put on an act, you just take the initiative! Force yourself on her, or seduce her!! Make her lose her composure, make her whimper, make her lose self-control with tears of passion! Only then will she learn to be obedient!!!】

Rong Yu couldn’t see the comments. She looked away from He Huaiting and continued watching her surroundings. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened until they entered the teaching building. She breathed a sigh of relief, gradually relaxing—

Suddenly.

The stranger girl ran down the stairs again. She waved and said to He Huaiting: “He Huaiting, Teacher Wang wants to see you.”

Alarm bells rang in Rong Yu’s head. She tensed up instantly and grabbed He Huaiting’s hand. The girl beside her was clearly stunned, looking at her with a questioning gaze.

Rong Yu wanted to say “Don’t go,” but remembered He Huaiting’s persona was “Academic God.” Back then, Lian Langsheng was also a top student, constantly called by teachers to help grade papers or participate in activities. Lian Langsheng was someone with her own thoughts; she could do whatever she set her mind to. She was the wind, the clouds, a crane soaring in the sky. Rong Yu only ever wanted to help her, never to hold her back.

She never wanted to be an obstacle. Even in the brain world.

So the words remained unspoken. She could only manage a dry: “…It’s nothing. Go ahead.”

Rong Yu looked down to avoid her gaze, missing the sharp look in He Huaiting’s golden eyes. Her face turned cold for a split second before returning to normal as she headed upstairs.

As He Huaiting vanished around the corner, that skin-crawling feeling of being watched returned. Rong Yu’s hair stood on end.

This time, she didn’t take the other stairs. She followed the direction He Huaiting had gone, reached her floor, and walked along the corridor toward her class. To her right was the balcony with safety railings, where harsh light spilled in. To her left were clean classrooms.

However, the further she walked, the more bizarre the scenes became.

The classrooms were the same, but the light grew grey and dim. Inside, people were howling and fighting, tearing each other’s hair, or clutching their heads in breakdown. One girl was on the floor, crying and thrashing around with her exam papers. Her classmates ignored her, stepping over her as they chatted. The sharp wails mixed with the girls’ bell-like laughter was horrifying.

When Rong Yu looked at the girl on the floor, the girl suddenly looked up. Her face was covered in twisted, ivy-like black veins. Her eyes were blood-red, and her mouth split open to her ears, revealing jagged teeth.

“Rong—Yu—” she croaked.

Rong Yu didn’t know who she was or why she knew her name. She stepped back as other students clapped and laughed: “Haha, another fool! Another fool! Why go to school if you’re a useless fool? Just go die!”

Dark, thick blood began pouring from the “fool’s” face. The light in the classroom dimmed, turning a clean room into a sacrificial altar for the living.

Rong Yu gritted her teeth and hurried past. In the next room, a boy was curled in a corner, surrounded by wisps of black mist. Half his face was handsome and fair, the other half was covered in the same black veins. He, too, began to tear his mouth open and mumble her name.

She realized the setting: this was an “Infinite Flow” survival instance. Some students were “Normal,” and others were “Fools” (the mutated ones). The “Fools” were aggressive, though she didn’t know why.

Finally, she reached Class 3, Grade 10. The room was full of her former high school classmates. A girl in a corner was beating another student; both stopped to stare at Rong Yu as she entered.

Rong Yu walked to the back row—the “slacker’s” seat—and sat down. A second later, the homeroom teacher, “Teacher Wang,” walked in. She was a woman in a professional suit and glasses, with her hair pulled back so tight her face looked stretched. Her skin was a translucent, sickly white, and her pupils were tiny, like a predator’s. She stood at least 1.8 meters tall, and her high heels made thumping sounds on the marble floor.

Teacher Wang slammed her books down, making the desks vibrate. She scanned the room and locked onto Rong Yu. Then she looked at the empty seat next to her—He Huaiting’s seat. She grinned, revealing fangs beneath her purple lips.

“It’s rare that Rong Yu didn’t come to class with He Huaiting. Come sit in the front row. Let me get a good look at you.”

Her voice sounded like a snake’s hiss. Rong Yu remembered that in reality, Teacher Wang didn’t like her because she wasn’t a top student. Why would she be so “friendly” now? And where was He Huaiting?

“Come, come here,” Teacher Wang beckoned with a hand tipped with ten-centimeter green nails. She looked like a wooden puppet controlled by strings, radiating a scent of decay.

Rong Yu didn’t move. The classroom went dead silent. The students, like mannequins, turned their heads in unison to stare at her. She stood up, and every head followed her movement, eyes unblinking.

Bullet Chat:

【AHHHH back away!】

【This kind of eerie Chinese horror is worse than gore. Save me.】

“I…” Before she could say another word, a familiar sharp pain exploded in her chest. She looked down to see withered yellow hands protruding from her chest—holding her still-beating heart.

She saw another ghost-face, different from the first murderer.

Third Awakening.

Rong Yu sat up, calmly put on the uniform, washed up, and walked to He Huaiting. “Huaiting, let’s go.”

The audience was impressed:

【Rongrong has mastered the routine already, lmao.】

【How many times will he repeat the loop?】

She tried sitting in corners, hiding, even locking herself in the dorm, but the “Fools” always found and killed her.

In her latest restart, she remembered Teacher Wang’s words: “It’s rare that Rong Yu didn’t come to class with He Huaiting.”

Was He Huaiting the key to breaking the cycle?

“He Huaiting, Teacher Wang wants to see you.”

The familiar dialogue triggered. Rong Yu looked at the girl on the stairs and grabbed He Huaiting’s hand tightly. He Huaiting paused, waiting for the usual “Go ahead, I’ll go to class.”

Instead, Rong Yu whispered: “Huaiting, I’m scared. Can you stay with me?”

Rong Yu’s voice was soft and magnetic, her breath warm against He Huaiting’s ear. He Huaiting blinked as if scorched. She looked down at the girl looking up with sapphire eyes full of trust.

A thin smile curled on He Huaiting’s lips. She looked like a sword finally drawn from its sheath. She took Rong Yu’s hand and interlaced their fingers: “Okay. Don’t be afraid. I’ll stay with you.”

In ancient times, there was a way to tame hawks called “Taming by Exhaustion” (Ao Ying). Through long periods of isolation and care, the hunter wears down the hawk’s wild nature until it is dependent. By protecting the prey from danger, the hunter makes the prey realize their “kindness” until the prey accepts the leash.

He Huaiting had plenty of patience.

Looking at the girl before her—a masterpiece of beauty—He Huaiting felt that she would never be able to “clear” this instance. If her life, stolen from other dungeons, was meant to end here, she would end it her way.

The system in her head screamed:

【DANGEROUS INDIVIDUAL! I suggest you stop! Unless you want to lose your 100% clear rate and die in this instance!!!】

He Huaiting ignored it. She squeezed Rong Yu’s hand. “Don’t be afraid. I’m with you.”

The effect was immediate. As they walked to the classroom, every student fell silent. They watched the two, specifically staring at the interlaced fingers. The corridor was silent as a tomb.

When they passed the room with the ghost-face girl, a whisper floated out: “Rong… Yu…”

He Huaiting instantly wrapped her arm around Rong Yu’s waist, pulling her into her embrace. The feeling of the slender waist under her palm sent a warmth to her heart. She looked at the ghost-face girl with golden, predator-like eyes and mouthed silently: “She is mine.”

The ghost-face girl stopped. Every student in the vicinity now stared at Rong Yu with a predatory intensity. If He Huaiting weren’t there, Rong Yu would have been shaking.

They entered Class 3, Grade 10. Every eye turned to them like they were a piece of prime meat. Rong Yu sat in the back row with He Huaiting. She sat trembling, looking behind her every few seconds for a heart-snatching hand.

“What’s wrong?” He Huaiting asked.

“I feel like… someone is behind me,” Rong Yu whispered.

He Huaiting thought for a moment. “How about I watch for you?” She suggested. Her golden eyes were so sincere that Rong Yu felt ashamed for doubting her. “Come here,” He Huaiting patted her lap.

“What?” Rong Yu blinked.

“How can I watch your back if we aren’t facing each other?”

It made sense. Rong Yu, blushing, straddled He Huaiting’s lap. The posture was embarrassing. She could feel her face burning as she sat chest-to-chest with He Huaiting, avoiding her gaze.

She didn’t notice He Huaiting’s comfortable sigh. They were like two silver snakes entwined. The system in He Huaiting’s head shrieked that her heart was being breached. He Huaiting noticed a small mole on Rong Yu’s neck—on her porcelain skin, it looked like a lonely island. She wanted to worship that island with her tongue.

But not yet.

“Huaiting,” Rong Yu whispered, looking at the expressionless students staring at them. “Why are they staring? Do they want to kill me that badly?”

He Huaiting gripped Rong Yu’s wrists and pinned them behind her back, opening her up like a book. She felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

“They like you,” He Huaiting whispered in a deep voice. “That’s why they want to pull out your heart—to see if you like them back.”