The Alluring Boss O's Slacker A (Transmigration GL) - Chapter 1

At the Federal University, the Ancient Martial Arts Department had no class in the afternoon.

Around 1:30 PM, a rare, bold, broadcast post appeared on the campus forum.

Broadcast, Broadcast: [Due to unforeseen circumstances, contestant Ruan Tingzhi has withdrawn from today’s 14:00 PM Afternoon Fighting Arena Tournament. A valuable slot is now open. Interested parties, please come quickly. The highest single-day prize is a Class C Potion.]

As soon as the broadcast was released, the comments below quickly became hot.

[Strange, Ruan Tingzhi withdrew?]

[If she doesn’t participate, what’s the point of the remaining bunch of rookies fighting?]

[I miss last year’s arena fights where everyone got beat up. Ruan-god isn’t here, and my skin is itching for a fight.]

…

All the belligerent members of the Ancient Martial Arts Department were begging for a beating.

This immediately attracted trolls from other departments who didn’t understand the situation: [I don’t get it. Is the Ancient Martial Arts Department out of people?]

[That Ruan Tingzhi hasn’t differentiated even at twenty-two. Her spirit energy and physical ability are inferior to everyone else. Aside from being ugly enough to scare people, with her thin arms and legs… could she possibly ascend to heaven?]

[Salty outsider chicken, scram.]

[Too many things to mock, so I’m too lazy to refute.]

[You’re so dramatic. Does Ruan Tingzhi, who has no talent, eat your rice? You can’t match how much she “rolls” (works hard). In four years of college, despite a lack of spirit power, she has accumulated full marks in practical combat experience, and her physical tempering strength is up to 100%. As for appearance, our Ancient Martial Arts Department believes in fists first, and looks… hahahahaha, I’m sorry, as a woman, she is indeed a little ugly.]

[Where is she ugly? She’s just dark, okay? If she just had a cosmetic procedure to turn that coal-black skin snow-white, her figure, features, and lines combined would be…]

[Would be what?]

[Wait a minute, I’ll Photoshop a picture to see.]

Soon, a picture was posted.

The girl in the photo was wearing a balloon flower-colored sweater paired with a long, ankle-length knitted skirt.

The photo was the only picture Ruan Tingzhi had in a dress (other than sportswear) from last year’s Federal University Student Union event, when she was a student representative. The difference was that in the retouched picture, her exposed hands, face, and neck were no longer coal-black.

The girl looked down modestly, her thick black hair woven into a low, loose Korean-style braid hanging over her shoulder. Her appearance was simple and elegant, but with a layer of milky white tender skin over her features, her temperament was like a delicate, exquisite lotus flower, ready to bloom.

Her eyes were dark and bright, her chin was pointed, and her straight nose created an arc that gave her a beautiful, atmospheric look.

Because she was giving a speech, her cherry blossom-colored lips had a touch of color. She didn’t look nervous; her lips were slightly parted, and her gaze was clear and bright.

Her demeanor was quiet and pure, without any trace of vulgar or eccentric behavior.

The previously heated discussion thread fell silent for a brief moment.

Someone stammered a reply: [L-l-little white flower…]

[I underestimated her… so pure.]

[Hahahahahaha… I’m dying of laughter, a little white flower who can lift a tripod?]

…

The thread began to derail.

Amidst a pile of incredulous, joking, and fiercely battling comments, a post asking, [There are a lot of people here, does anyone know what procedures are needed to transfer departments in the senior year?] was quickly drowned out without a trace.

Almost everyone was obsessively spamming “Ruan Tingzhi.”

No one answered the question; the sheer volume of explosive, conflicting information assaulted the eyes and stimulated the nerves.

The screen was filled with Ancient Martial Arts, fighting, mecha, combat, and Ruan Tingzhi, the Federal University’s ugliest female war god after skin whitening and smoothing.

Bored to death, Wen Jin threw away her phone. Her eyelids met, she crossed her arms, rested her head on her arm, and closed her eyes to rest.

The truth was, if conditions allowed, she would much rather sleep.

But the Female Lead Alpha, Luo Xi, was occupying her bed and playing poker with the other three.

“Not playing anymore?” Luo Xi tossed the wrinkled cards onto the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Wen Jin in the corner. Twenty-two-year-old Wen Jin had long shed her girlish innocence, possessing prominent features and the mature, cool charm of a grown woman.

She was hunched over, her tight-fitting undershirt piled up to her waist, revealing a section of her fair, slender waist.

The fitted knit shirt stretched across her back, clearly showing the graceful lines of her body. Her figure was as supple as a willow branch, curvaceous, and from the front, she had a striking, overly strong-featured, cold face.

Luo Xi couldn’t help but sigh that Wen Jin’s appearance was nothing like her father, Wen Changrong.

“I heard that Wen Changrong mortgaged the house in Nancheng for gambling this time.”

Luo Xi casually nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on Wen Jin: “Because of this, my dad decided to fire Uncle Wen a few days ago.”

“What?” Lan Sisi shrieked, looking gleefully at her frenemy-lackey, Wen Jin: “Then she… still has the mood to sleep today?”

Luo Xi was also curious. By all accounts, Wen Jin should have been shamelessly pleading with her for her gambling father, yet the entire afternoon had passed.

Wen Jin was still sleeping?

How could she still sleep?

Luo Xi glanced at Wen Jin again, confirming that the other person was indeed unusually slack, so lazy that she seemed ready to melt onto the desk. For some reason, Luo Xi felt a little annoyed.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three tall, well-built Ancient Martial Arts Alpha beauties jumped straight down from the bunk beds, each sound louder than the last.

Their landing was so forceful it felt like an earthquake.

Noisy!

Wen Jin kept her eyes closed, appearing calm, but her tightly furrowed brows and downturned lips betrayed a flicker of displeasure in her heart.

She had carefully selected this ABO world, thinking that at least with more planets, there would be a wider choice for retirement.

But now, it seemed she would have to endure a few more months.

The story starts about an hour ago.

The Quick Transmigration Bureau had prepared a grand retirement luncheon for its employees.

The lights were romantic, and flowers were everywhere.

As the guest of honor, Wen Jin was surrounded by stars as she went up to the stage to give a speech.

Under the cool white light, Wen Jin merely lifted her eyes and, without much to say, looked directly at the Director: “Is the retirement world ready?”

As the only master repairman in the Quick Transmigration Bureau who successfully completed one hundred world-gap patching missions, Wen Jin’s resume after joining the bureau was astonishingly perfect, her reputation was extremely high, and she had many admirers.

However, as she traveled through more and more worlds, the massive amount of world information she received began to exceed Wen Jin’s brain capacity.

To relieve pressure on her mind, avoid emotional fluctuations, and gradually digest the immense knowledge base, Wen Jin submitted her resignation to her superior, seeking a stable world for retirement.

She didn’t have many requirements for her retirement shell: rich, long-lived, and emotionally detached from family and romance.

Given her low-desire requirements and her enormous contributions leading to an honorary retirement, the Director certainly wouldn’t be perfunctory. He went onto the stage, bowed to shake hands with Wen Jin, and carefully selected three bodies compatible with her soul.

Wen Jin deliberated for a long time before choosing the current ABO world. The original character was a Beta background character in a crematorium novel, only named at the beginning and not involved in the main plot. She was only responsible for appearing at the start to assist the main characters and dying at the end.

Because the original character was a Beta, she would not experience heat or susceptible periods, nor would she be controlled by pheromones.

Her family situation was equally simple: two people in the household. Her adoptive father was a gambler who only knew how to exploit her, and her familial affection for him was weak.

As for the plotline, the original character only appeared in the opening scene. If she played her cards right, avoided offending the Female Lead Omega, and acted with a low profile and mediocrity, she wouldn’t have to worry about attracting the attention of the Female Lead Alpha and the Female Lead Omega.

Afterward, she would be free to act and muddle through.

However, these conditions alone were not enough to completely win Wen Jin’s heart.

To ensure Wen Jin had enough wealth to buy a planet for her slacker retirement, the Director specially added a golden finger for this character: in another half a year, the original character’s biological family would come looking for her.

Her biological father was Federal Marshal Wen Zhengqing, which meant unimaginable wealth.

Wen Jin only needed to show a hint of reluctance when slapping the Female Lead at the start, express her unwillingness to hit her, break up with the scum Alpha, and then wait for the wealth to descend six months later, buy a retirement planet, and enjoy her slacker life.

Even having experienced great storms and immense wealth, Wen Jin couldn’t help but raise a toast to her guaranteed retirement. She just didn’t expect that the way she entered the world was wrong—the environment was too noisy.

Her roommates were all fair-skinned and beautiful little fairy Alpha girls, but they revered strength, had high morale, and created endless noise.

She glanced at the raised biceps of the Female Lead Alpha nearby, who looked like a disproportionately muscular female warrior.

Wen Jin suddenly froze and silently examined herself. Nice, she doesn’t have them!

Her arms were slender and beautiful, her bones and muscles were well-proportioned, and her figure was graceful—this was her own face and body.

To prevent any accidents, she simultaneously probed her hand under her skirt.

Nice, no. She doesn’t have them either.

At least she didn’t step on a landmine and gain an organ she shouldn’t have. Wen Jin’s mood improved considerably.

However, the Female Lead Alpha in front, for some unknown reason, suddenly observed her. As Wen Jin checked the important parts under her skirt, the other person stared at Wen Jin with an expression of disbelief and impropriety.

While being disgusted, she still slyly glanced at her several times. Her expression was conflicted and strange, and her ears were a little red.

Wen Jin: …

What? Did Luo Xi have the “attachments” that she didn’t?

After all, one was a Beta and the other an Alpha, so it was hard to say how they managed their bathroom allocation.

Wen Jin had just transmigrated and hadn’t yet figured out how gender was differentiated in this world, whether Female Alphas had extra attachments, and issues like avoiding suspicion.

Curious, Wen Jin sincerely sat up, and in the spirit of friendly reciprocity, she leisurely walked up to Luo Xi, lowered her eyes, and looked at her: “What are you looking at? Don’t you have it?”

Wen Jin was slightly taller than Luo Xi. As she stood up, her skirt billowed in the air, and her long gray hair scattered and floated into Luo Xi’s mouth.

Betas don’t have a charming, fatal scent of pheromones, but the smell of Wen Jin’s shampoo was exceptionally pleasant.

Similar to strawberries and ice, the scent rushed into her nasal cavity, and Luo Xi’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

She couldn’t maintain her usual condescending and casual gaze. Averting her eyes, Luo Xi took a breath and scolded: “Wen Jin! Is this a new trick from your dad to make you curry favor with me?”

The scum Alpha’s tone was extremely arrogant, but her cheeks were flushed as if smeared with rouge.

Wen Jin looked at her, assumed she was angry, and retreated to the corner.

The laziness in her eyes did not diminish one bit.

This detached, graceful attitude, in Luo Xi’s eyes, was like Wen Jin coldly mocking: Oh, so you have that thought? No thanks.

Luo Xi’s dominant face flushed crimson.

The two other roommates nearby simultaneously sensed something was off and asked casually, “Sister Xi, why is your face so red?”

Luo Xi: …

Wen Jin had no energy to spare to observe Luo Xi’s embarrassment. Outside, the rain was drizzling, and she lightly yawned out of boredom…

So sleepy. Her mind needed quiet, and Luo Xi was too noisy.

If she didn’t have to perfunctorily complete the original character’s only appearance as a background character, Wen Jin would have impatiently left long ago.

In the original plot, the Female Lead Omega, Ruan Tingzhi, would differentiate in ten minutes, collapsing on a tree-lined campus path in the pouring rain.

In another ten minutes, Luo Xi would lead a group of people grandly to the tree-lined path and command her follower, Wen Jin, to teach Ruan Tingzhi a lesson.

Because of the rain and fever during her differentiation, Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones suffered severe particle radiation and pollution.

Ruan Tingzhi could no longer control her heat cycle with suppressants like a normal Omega, and she constantly faced the risk of pheromone overflow attracting and seducing Alphas.

A few months later, Ruan Tingzhi’s heat cycle arrived, and her pheromones overflowed, causing all the Alphas at Federal University to lose control and riot.

Consequently, Ruan Tingzhi was forced to drop out of school and was exiled to a deserted planet by the Federal Department for endangering social safety.

At the same time, Luo Xi discovered that Ruan Tingzhi had differentiated into an Omega and was as beautiful as a lotus flower. Driven by desire, she forcibly took her, and during Ruan Tingzhi’s next heat, she attempted to forcibly mark her. The result was that Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones mutated, her spiritual power upgraded, and she became blackened.

Wen Jin hadn’t read much of the subsequent plot, only the synopsis and the original character’s opening scene.

The plot recollection was not finished yet.

Bang! The dorm room door was kicked open from the outside.

“Luo Xi, hurry up and come with me.”

“What’s the rush?” Luo Xi turned irritably and said to the Female Alpha at the door: “An impromptu extra class?”

Shao Yujia leaned on the wall with one hand, took a breath, and said, “No class. Go check the parking lot quickly.”

“That limited-edition flying car of yours was vandalized with spray paint by one of Ruan Tingzhi’s admirers.”

The name Ruan Tingzhi ignited Luo Xi’s last shred of anger.

She didn’t even look back at Wen Jin’s slow walking pace and rushed out of the dorm room.

Wen Jin carried a pink umbrella, trailing at the back, moving at a slow, almost Tai Chi-like pace.

Looking at Luo Xi, who had disappeared into the rain curtain ahead, she gave an objective appraisal: Irritable, impulsive, belligerent.

Looking back at Luo Xi’s followers, they were the same: Hot-blooded girls!

Noisy and trouble-making.

She confirmed once again that they were not on the same path.

Wen Jin thought for a moment, took out her phone, and patiently reposted the buried question post from earlier.

She added a question: [Also, asking, does Federal University have a major where you don’t have to do anything and just lie in bed every day? Or is there a dorm room looking for a mute Beta roommate?]

Ruan Tingzhi: [Leave a contact method.]

Ruan Tingzhi Comes to Fight: [@Ruan Tingzhi, is that the real person?]

[The real person appeared?]

Ruan Tingzhi’s Number One Opponent: [The Hard Worker @Ruan Tingzhi, Arena 3, hurry up and come.]