After Saving My Possessive Best Friend, I Couldn't Escape (GL) - Chapter 1

“The floor of the water room can never be kept clean.” “Exactly, you step in a puddle the moment you walk in.”

A group of art students who had just finished class walked over, their beautiful faces expressing delicate complaints as their eyes turned towards the girl they were surrounding in the middle.

The girl was holding a stack of neatly arranged stationery and art supplies. Her demeanor was composed, her expression indifferent, and she kept her head slightly lowered, not engaging in their conversation.

“Hey, you over there, are you the student on duty? Hurry up and wipe the floor.”

The water room had four rows of faucets—two rows against the walls and two rows facing each other in the center. Fang Zhile was standing by the far wall, furthest from the door, struggling with a faucet.

Fang Zhile turned her head, pointed at herself, then pointed at the floor, her expression full of confusion. “Are you talking to me?”

A girl with very long hair lifted her chin, her expression haughty. “Yes, aren’t you the student on duty?”

Fang Zhile glanced at the mop beside her, just about to toss out a casual “Oh, I’m really not,” when her gaze suddenly froze mid-motion.

Like a foraging cat discovering the cheese it had lost that morning, her dark, round eyes narrowed into a sharp curve, and her clear, transparent pupils reflected a light of surprise.

Fang Zhile looked at the girl in the center, her bent waist gradually straightening. She grabbed the mop and walked towards the crowd, her tone carrying a clear, cheerful laugh, “My apologies, you’ve waited long enough.”

She said that, but the mop didn’t quite land properly on the floor.

Fang Zhile had rarely done any chores. Before transmigrating, she had an aide helping her since childhood. She didn’t have to lift a finger for food, clothing, or daily life. The only times she made things herself were to cheer up Ye Yu.

After transmigrating into this guzhao (classic), melodramatic, dog-blood, bittersweet GL novel, Fang Zhile found she had become the titular cannon fodder character, with few appearances and a plan to basically lie flat.

However, she also discovered that her childhood friend and best friend, Ye Yu, had transmigrated with her. Ye Yu’s role was the book’s protagonist Shou (receiver/bottom), and she did not have her memories from before the transmigration.

Fang Zhile quickly reviewed the novel’s plot. As the protagonist Shou, Ye Yu’s sadomasochistic relationship with the protagonist Gong, Zhou Meize, ran through the entire book, ending with Ye Yu’s tragic death and Zhou Meize’s lifelong regret.

The parents of Zhou Meize and Ye Yu were family friends and had arranged a childhood engagement for the two children. Ye Yu was traditional and modest, stubbornly honoring the engagement, treating Zhou Meize as her wife and putting everything into their relationship.

Zhou Meize, however, was different; she was a complete playgirl.

She liked pretty girls. Starting in kindergarten, she would hold Ye Yu’s hand with one hand and hug another little girl’s fragrant waist with the other.

This only escalated in high school. Under Zhou Meize’s complete lack of restraint, her string of paramours—the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth—dared to confront Ye Yu and declare their sovereignty.

Ye Yu thus embarked on the path of a possessive and dark character, scheming to make that pile of ‘numbers’ tear each other apart. She was arrogant and disdained to conceal her actions. When Zhou Meize learned the truth and demanded to break off the engagement, Ye Yu grew anxious and regretted her actions. She personally cooked a meal and went to find Zhou Meize to apologize, only to suffer a car accident on the way, destroying both her and the car.

After Ye Yu’s death, Zhou Meize had a sudden realization, understanding that the only person she had ever truly loved was Ye Yu. She swore to remain unmarried for the rest of her life, living out her days guarding Ye Yu’s memorial tablet.

After reading it, Fang Zhile’s mind was filled with one phrase she wanted to send to the author: “WTF!”

If the Scum Gong and the Bitch Shou want to die, they should die together. What does that have to do with her Ye Yu!

Ye Yu had been frail since childhood, raised like a treasured noble in her family, and Fang Zhile doted on her like a princess. Ye Yu had always been a little angel; even when encountering stray cats or dogs, she would personally care for them until they recovered, and she would never speak a harsh word. How could she possibly become a possessive, dark protagonist Shou!

Fang Zhile gnashed her teeth in anger and immediately began her plan to save her possessive best friend.

Unfortunately, before she could leave, a classmate played a prank on her, smearing ink all over her arm. She rushed to the water room to wash up, but the next moment, she saw Ye Yu.

“Excuse me, please, excuse me,” Fang Zhile flung the water-soaked mop onto the ground. Instead of reducing the standing water, it splashed out a bit more. Exclamations and scolding sounds came from around her, and Fang Zhile quickly apologized, “Ah, sorry, I didn’t see you—”

Fang Zhile stepped into the water, lost her balance, and lunged forward.

In her sight, Ye Yu’s clean, fresh school uniform slowly grew larger, her placid face showing neither joy nor sorrow.

Fang Zhile curved her lips into a smile. In her memory, Ye Yu’s arms were always soft and fragrant.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Yu’s feet moved slightly, retreating half a step.

That half-step dodged the radius of Fang Zhile’s dive.

Fang Zhile’s expression tightened. If she fell like that, she would surely land right on Ye Yu’s shoe.

Fang Zhile quickly flailed a few times, her arms waving in the air, knocking over the things Ye Yu was holding.

The items fell to the floor with Fang Zhile, clattering everywhere.

“Oh, my foot,” Fang Zhile hugged her knee, shivering, and glanced upwards with a pitiful look, “What is this, ink? My clothes are all dirty.”

Ye Yu had a kind heart. The ink was hers, so she surely wouldn’t ignore getting someone else’s clothes dirty.

Fang Zhile lay paralyzed on the ground, acting pathetic.

Ye Yu’s gaze shifted, fixing on Fang Zhile.

She was a calligraphy art student. The items she was holding were Xuan paper and uncleaned brushes and inkstones.

The ink was thick and of high quality. As soon as it dropped, it stained the entire floor black.

This black ink was now spreading onto Fang Zhile.

She was wearing a summer short-sleeved school uniform. The hem of her washed-out, pale-blue top landed in the black ink and began to soak upward along the fabric.

The floor was filthy, but Fang Zhile was very fair-skinned.

She was like a white rose that had fallen into the mud.

She was also like a homeless stray dog.

Ye Yu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her gaze, looking somewhat evasive.

The people next to them quickly rushed to help Fang Zhile up.

“Thank you,” Fang Zhile quickly raised her hand, blocking them with her dark, inky arm, and shook it around. “Hurry and help me up! Looking like this, I definitely can’t go to class. Does anyone in your dorm have extra clothes? Could I borrow them to take a shower and change?”

As she moved, a few more drops of black water flicked out.

The people around her all stepped back in unison, their expressions full of disgust.

Only Ye Yu remained standing still.

After a long while, Ye Yu spoke, her voice as pleasant as Fang Zhile remembered, “Come with me.”

Fang Zhile quickly scrambled up, showing no trace of the mournful figure she had been moments ago, clutching her knee.

“But,” Fang Zhile pointed at the floor, “Your things.”

The half-turned figure of Ye Yu paused, her beautiful side profile stopping for only a second before she turned and walked towards the corner, returning with a broom and dustpan. She swept all the items together and dumped them into the trash bin.

Fang Zhile only had time to call out, “Your brush is still in there!”

Ye Yu walked to the faucet to wash her hands. Her long, attractive fingers also had a few patches of ink stains, which stood out against her delicate skin, so faint they seemed to be melting in.

Ye Yu finished washing her hands, walked over, told the other girls she was leaving first, and turned to look at Fang Zhile. “Are you coming?”

Fang Zhile froze in place, taking a few seconds to regain her wits before hurrying after her. “Wait for me.”