I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 64

In that instant, countless fragments of the past flashed through Yan Yu’s mind. One doubtful point after another, things she had once questioned, all connected into a single thread.

It was not coincidence, nor was it some cheat from transmigration.

She really was the goddess, that character forgotten in a corner by the original author.

“This candidate, are you all right?” Yu Fusang walked over and directly grabbed Yan Yu’s wrist. “Let me take a look.”

Even though Yu Fusang did her best to disguise herself as friendly, Yan Yu, who already knew her identity as a villain, still felt wary of her.

But she could only keep that wariness in her heart. Revealing a flaw too early would only make the other party more guarded, which would do Yan Yu no good.

Thinking this, Yan Yu could only reluctantly tug at the corners of her mouth and reply politely, “Thank you for your concern. I’m fine.”

“That’s good.” Yu Fusang showed a relieved smile. As if treating a beloved junior, she raised her hand and gently touched Yan Yu’s head. “If something happened to you, I would be sad for a very long time.”

“…” Wow. So touching.

“Take your filthy hand away.” A voice came from the side. Yin Beiqing forcefully slapped Yu Fusang’s hand away and pulled Yan Yu behind herself. “If your academy hadn’t let this kind of person into the exam venue, she wouldn’t have been injured.”

Yu Fusang raised her eyes and met her gaze. The smile still hung on her lips, but her eyes were like knives carving flesh. “You’re right. As for holding someone accountable, our academy will later summon the Liaowang family for a proper interrogation. However, right now, what I’m most worried about is still Yan Yu’s body.”

Yin Beiqing wished she could personally tear open this fake skin and expose the black heart inside to everyone.

The one who wanted to kill at Yaochi was you, and now the one hypocritically saying she’s worried is also you.

When Guo Lu had just transformed, she did not act. Only after something happened did she arrive late to steal the kill.

She truly took every good thing and every bad thing for herself.

“It’s still not your turn to manage her.”

Yin Beiqing took Yan Yu’s hand and wanted to leave, but when she turned her head, she ran into the crowded people.

Dozens of people clasped their hands in front of themselves and looked at Yan Yu with longing all over their faces. “Goddess, Goddess, please bless us! Let us pass the exam!”

“I heard people touched by the goddess will have their fortune greatly increased. Can you touch my hand? I wiped it clean! I absolutely won’t defile you!”

“Me, me, me! I only want a signature! I’ll take it back and make it a family heirloom!”

Amid the noisy voices, Yin Beiqing’s expression sank bit by bit. She lifted her eyelids, her gaze turning into tangible blades that continuously flew toward those onlookers who did not know what was good for them.

“Do you want to die?”

The pressure around her body was extremely low. There happened to be a few drops of Yan Yu’s blood splashed beneath her eyes and beside her lips, making her look like a cold-blooded creature that had just finished feeding. It made people’s spines go cold. Added to that warning voice, which contained not the slightest hint of joking, who would still dare act rashly?

“We don’t!”

“Please, please go ahead!”

The crowd automatically scattered to both sides, clearing a wide path. Only then could the two finally leave smoothly.

“Boss, if we don’t bring someone with this strength into the team, there’s really no justification, right? Before this, what Healing Master could clear miasma to this extent?” The person beside Lingqi truly could not sit still anymore. “We can’t just let her run off like this! Look—”

“No need to look.” Lingqi stood and directly interrupted her. Just when the person beside her was about to be disappointed, a stack of forms and the spirit-hunting team’s token were handed before her eyes. “Within three days, lure her into the team.”

She immediately became excited. “How many do we want? I think that Xueji from their family is pretty good too, and Teng Jingjie, and also—”

“All of them.”

“Long live Boss!”

…

The group had been force-fed three pounds of sand by the violent wind at the exam venue. The first thing they did after going back was ask the inn staff to prepare hot water for baths.

Yan Yu had originally wanted to sit down and rest for a while to catch her breath, but Yin Beiqing did not return to her own room. Instead, she followed closely behind Yan Yu’s backside and entered the room.

“Aren’t you going to wash?” Yan Yu actually did not really want to remind her.

The thing Yan Yu had worried about most since transmigrating had still happened. That mouthful of blood, by sheer awful luck, had landed right on this germaphobe.

If not for the blood contract still connecting the two of them, the grass on Yan Yu’s grave would probably already be three meters tall.

“I want to help you wash your hair.”

“I have hands.”

“Fine. Then I’ll stand beside you and watch you wash.”

Yan Yu looked at her as if looking at an unreasonable child. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Every strand has to be washed clean.” Someone said the most childish words with the coldest expression, raising a hand to point at the top of Yan Yu’s head. “Especially here. The smell is strong.”

“This?”

Yan Yu remembered. Yu Fusang seemed to have touched this spot just now.

She laughed despite herself. “You hate her so much, but you still managed to hold back from attacking just now. That must have been hard on you.”

Yin Beiqing crossed her arms. “I grew a brain. Didn’t you see?”

“Mm-hm, I saw.” Yan Yu turned her head aside with a smile. “Such a big one too.”

Although Yin Beiqing did not quite understand the meaning of Yan Yu’s words, from her expression and tone, she could analyze that Yan Yu did not seem too resistant to her request. So she pressed her advantage. “Wash your hair.”

“Only my hair.” Yan Yu was afraid she would mess around like last time, so she went behind the screen, changed into clean clothes, and stepped into the tub fully dressed.

If she did not let this person personally confirm that this patch of hair on her head had been cleaned, then for a long time afterward, Yin Beiqing probably would not be able to interact with her normally.

In Yin Beiqing’s eyes, this was not merely that Yu Fusang had touched Yan Yu. Her mind had already run wildly elsewhere—for example, some invisible “dirty thing” she hated on Yu Fusang’s hand had been transferred onto Yan Yu.

If she did not personally see Yan Yu carefully wash clean the place that had been touched, she would probably keep thinking about it even while sleeping.

—The matter of her goddess having been dirtied.

Perhaps this was precisely one way she treated Yan Yu as one of her own.

It was strange to say, but this kind of obsession that ordinary people could not understand was something Yan Yu did understand.

She turned her head and saw the dried bloodstains on Yin Beiqing’s face. “Your face is dirty.”

Every extra second that filth remained on a germaphobe’s body added a little more torment, so Yan Yu was somewhat surprised by Yin Beiqing’s current calm behavior. That mouthful of blood she had spat at close range just now was probably more hair-raising to this germaphobe than being splashed with filth.

Yet the person who should have exploded on the spot merely said with a cold face, “It doesn’t matter.”

Her face did not matter, but dirty hands were unacceptable.

Yin Beiqing walked to the basin and carefully washed both hands clean. She used soapberry three times alone. Only when Yan Yu felt that her skin was about to be rubbed raw did she finally stop.

“Lower your head.”

There was a hint of command in her voice. By the time Yan Yu reacted, she had already obeyed.

Only after hot water poured down and drenched her front and back did Yan Yu blink her wet lashes and wipe the water from her face. “Have you never washed someone else’s hair before?”

“Yes.” The voice behind her was completely justified.

Indeed. Who would dare let you personally wash their hair? Whether their hair got ripped out first was one matter; it would already be good if their head stayed on their neck.

“You… should be a little gentler.” Yan Yu expressed this tactfully.

“Am I rough?” As Yin Beiqing spoke, another ladle of water poured over Yan Yu’s head.

She closed her eyes, spat out the water that had rushed into her mouth, and bravely spoke the truth. “I think a little.”

The person behind her did not speak. Yan Yu thought she was unhappy and was just preparing to say something to salvage the atmosphere. But in the next second, with two bang, bang sounds, a huge lump of foaming bath liquid was covered onto her head.

Then came Yin Beiqing’s technique, which was like scrubbing mahjong tiles. She did not even know to avoid using her nails, treating Yan Yu’s scalp like a cat scratch board.

That scritch, scritch sound was frightening even to Yan Yu herself.

She hurriedly grabbed Yin Beiqing’s hands. “Yin Beiqing, if you keep scratching like this, my head will be gone.”

Yin Beiqing frowned, as if she was truly seriously considering her words. After a long while, she finally replied, “Delicate.”

Complaints were complaints, but she did indeed immediately lighten her force considerably. Only, even more care could not defeat an unfamiliar technique. Several times, she tugged so hard that Yan Yu nearly cried out.

After rinsing once, Yin Beiqing carefully used her nose to confirm the smell. She still seemed dissatisfied, and with a splash, she drenched Yan Yu from head to toe again, foaming up in preparation for a second round.

Yan Yu now felt as though there was a knife hanging over her head. Every time Yin Beiqing washed the spot Yu Fusang had touched, her strength would uncontrollably increase. After several rounds, Yan Yu finally could not hold back a hiss.

Yin Beiqing’s movements immediately stopped. “Does it hurt?”

What else could it be!

Yan Yu turned her head and glared at her. Although the words did not come out, they were all written in her eyes.

Perhaps because she was enduring pain, her appearance looked as if she had cried. Her eyes held moisture, and the corners of her eyes were a faint peach pink, like blush that had swept beyond its boundary, as if tears would gather and fall with a single blink.

Aside from the time she had made Yan Yu angry during physical arts class, Yin Beiqing had never seen what she looked like crying.

Being suddenly glared at by her with eyes full of reproach and grievance, Yin Beiqing not only felt no anger at all, but instead… suddenly felt a little itch in her heart.

She silently clenched her hand, working hard to suppress that wicked desire stirring inside her.

Breaking beautiful things and staining them black was her lowly little hobby, but she could not do that to Yan Yu again.

If she did, Yan Yu would come to hate her, then move farther and farther away from her.

Yan Yu had no idea that Yin Beiqing was swaying back and forth on the edge of blackening. Seeing that she had no reaction and was staring at her in a daze, Yan Yu hesitantly opened her mouth and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like this.” The person across from her suddenly said in an extremely serious tone.

“What do you mean?”

Yin Beiqing’s fingers touched the corner of her eye and gently rubbed it. “Now everyone knows you’re the goddess.”

This feeling was as if the only treasure she had carefully hidden away had suddenly been discovered by everyone. Those greedy or curious followers came one after another to visit and investigate. Even a single look gave her a sense of offense, as if someone had invaded a forbidden place.

Realizing that Yan Yu would soon no longer be only her goddess made Yin Beiqing feel extraordinarily irritated.

“This will actually benefit you.” Yan Yu began thinking about this matter.

What happened today had already spread through Yuling. Once the candidates went back and continued spreading it for a few more days, perhaps the entire Jin Kingdom would know that there was now a goddess like her.

“As long as my identity as the goddess is confirmed, when your identity is revealed later, the doubts you face will be reduced.” Yan Yu nodded. “Just like the prophecy said, the goddess will assist an empress who changes the fate of the nation.”

“That’s not what I want to hear.”

“Then what else is there to worry about?”

“I don’t like the way others look at you. I don’t like the way they follow you. I don’t like you acting so kind toward all those random messy people.” Yin Beiqing paused, as if giving her time to think. Then she reached her conclusion. “You are mine.”

Yan Yu finally sensed that something was off. Her brows furrowed, and her body subconsciously moved backward.

She had always thought Yin Beiqing regarded her as a companion she could trust. Perhaps because of the comfort Yan Yu had occasionally given her, Yin Beiqing, who had lacked companionship since childhood, had subtly developed some dependence on her. But all of that could still be counted within the scope of the word “friend.”

But if it was only that, the possessiveness she was showing now was far too excessive.

Yin Beiqing’s hands chased after her, cupping Yan Yu’s face. Her silver eyes looked straight at her as she said word by word, “I was the one who discovered you first. You can only be mine.”