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

Federal University. The Ancient Martial Arts Department had no classes that afternoon.

Around one-thirty in the afternoon, a rare bolded broadcast post appeared on the campus forum.

Broadcast, broadcast: Contestant Ruan Ting Zhi, originally scheduled to compete in today’s 2:00 p.m. combat arena match, has withdrawn for personal reasons. A valuable competition slot is now open. Those interested, come quickly. The highest single-day prize is a C-rank potion.

As soon as the broadcast went out, the comments underneath quickly went hot.

Rare sight. Ruan Ting Zhi withdrew?

If she’s not competing, then what’s even the point of watching the rest of those weaklings fight?

I miss last year’s arena match where we all got beaten up. Without God Ruan here, my skin is itching unbearable.

…

All the battle maniacs in the Ancient Martial Arts Department were begging to get beaten up.

For a moment, it drew in some clueless trolls from other departments.

I don’t get it. Is there no one left in the Ancient Martial Arts Department or what?

That woman Ruan Ting Zhi is already twenty-two and still hasn’t differentiated. Her mental strength and physical fitness are worse than everyone else’s in every way. Other than being ugly enough to scare people, with those thin arms and thin legs of hers… What, can she fly or something?

Jealous outsider, get lost.

There are so many points to roast that I’m too lazy to refute them.

You’re so dramatic. Does Ruan Ting Zhi having no talent eat your family’s rice or something? Can you work as hard as she does? For four years in university, even with her mental power completely lacking, she managed to max out her practical combat experience. Her body-tempering strength is as high as one hundred percent. As for looks, our Ancient Martial Arts Department believes fists come first. Looks… hahahahaha, sorry, as a woman, she does seem a little ugly.

How is she ugly? She’s just dark, okay? If she got some medical aesthetics done and turned that coal-black skin on her face into snowy-white skin, with her figure, facial features, and proportions put together, she’d be…

She’d be what?

Wait a second. I’ll edit a picture and see.

Soon, a picture was sent over.

In the photo, the girl wore a bellflower-colored sweater with a knitted skirt that reached her ankles.

The photo was from last year’s Federal University Student Union event. As a student representative, it was the only picture of Ruan Ting Zhi in a skirt instead of sportswear. The difference was that in the edited version, her exposed hands, face, and neck were no longer coal-black.

The girl lowered her eyes. Her thick black hair was braided into a loose, low, side-swept Korean-style braid that fell over her shoulder. Her styling was very plain, but now that her features had been draped in a layer of milky-white, tender skin, her aura was like a delicate, fresh lotus in full bloom—clear, beautiful, and exquisite.

Her eyes were dark and bright, her chin pointed, and her handsome, straight nose curved into the kind of line that created a distinctly beautiful atmosphere.

Because she was giving a speech, her cherry-blossom-colored lips added just a touch of color. She did not look nervous. Her lips were slightly parted, and her gaze was clear and bright.

Her bearing was quiet and pure, without the slightest hint of vulgarity or unruly affectation.

The thread that had just been chatting so enthusiastically went briefly silent.

Someone replied, stammering: A… a little white flower…

We miscalculated… So pure.

Hahahahahahaha… I’m dying. A little white flower who can carry a cauldron?

…

The thread started drifting off-topic.

Amid the flood of disbelieving replies, jokes, endless “hahahaha,” and heated arguments, one comment—There are a lot of people here. Does anyone know what procedures are needed for a fourth-year student to transfer departments?—was quickly buried without a trace.

Almost everyone was spamming “Ruan Ting Zhi” like they had been injected with chicken blood.

No one answered the question. The exploding flame war assaulted the eyes and stimulated the nerves.

The entire screen was filled with Ancient Martial Arts, combat, mechas, battle, and what Federal University’s ugliest female war goddess Ruan Ting Zhi looked like after whitening and skin-smoothing filters.

Bored to death, Wen Jin tossed her phone aside. Her upper and lower eyelids touched, her arms folded over each other, and she rested her head sideways on them, closing her eyes to refresh her mind.

The truth was, if conditions allowed, she wanted to sleep even more.

But the female lead A, Luo Xi, was currently occupying her bed, playing poker with three other people.

“Not playing anymore?” Luo Xi threw the cards in her hand onto the wrinkled bed. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Wen Jin in the corner.

At twenty-two, Wen Jin had long since lost the greenness of a young girl. Her striking features and figure had already begun to carry the faint mature, cool charm of an adult woman.

Her back was slightly hunched. The tight base layer on her upper body had bunched up at her waist, revealing a pale, slender stretch of skin.

The fitted knit top clung to her back, making the graceful lines of her body clearly visible. Her figure was as soft and flexible as a young willow branch, with curves in all the right places. From the front, she had an exquisitely beautiful, overly vivid face with a cold, sharp, resting-bitch kind of beauty.

Luo Xi could not help thinking that Wen Jin’s looks were not the slightest bit similar to her father, Wen Chang Rong.

“I heard Wen Chang Rong gambled again this time and even mortgaged the house in South City.”

Luo Xi nodded lightly, though her gaze remained fixed on Wen Jin. “Because of this, my dad made up his mind a few days ago to dismiss Uncle Wen.”

“What?” Lan Si Si let out a strange cry and looked gloatingly toward Wen Jin, this plastic-sister follower of theirs. “Then she… still has the mood to sleep today?”

Luo Xi was also curious. Logically speaking, Wen Jin should have come over shamelessly to plead with her on behalf of that gambling-addict father of hers.

Who would have expected that an entire afternoon had passed, yet Wen Jin was still sleeping?

How could she still sleep?

Luo Xi glanced at Wen Jin again, confirming that the other party had indeed gone against her usual behavior and was lying flat in full surrender, so lazy it was as if she wished her whole skeleton could stick to the desk. For some reason, Luo Xi’s mood turned somewhat poor.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Three Ancient Martial Arts Department fairy-like Alphas with superior figures jumped straight down from the upper bunks, each landing louder than the last.

In the time it took them to get down, the floor shook as if an earthquake had hit.

Noisy.

Wen Jin kept her eyes closed and still looked fairly calm. However, whether it was her tightly furrowed delicate brows or the downward press of her lips, both clearly revealed the faint displeasure in her heart.

After choosing from thousands and tens of thousands of options, she had selected this ABO plane. Originally, she had thought that at least there were many planets, which meant there would be more choices for retirement.

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

The matter had to be traced back to one hour ago.

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

The lights were romantic, and fresh flowers were woven everywhere.

As the main character of this banquet, Wen Jin was surrounded by everyone like a star among stars as she went onstage to give a speech.

Cold white light spilled down. Wen Jin only lifted the corner of her eyes slightly and did not say much. She looked directly at the bureau chief. “Is the retirement plane ready?”

As the only big-shot-level repairer in the Quick Transmigration Bureau who had successfully patched the loopholes of one hundred world planes, Wen Jin had an astonishingly perfect résumé after joining the bureau. Her prestige was extremely high, and she had many admirers.

However, as she traveled through more and more planes, the amount of plane information she received became too enormous, resulting in Wen Jin’s brain no longer being able to contain such a massive knowledge load.

In order to relieve the pressure on her brain, avoid emotional fluctuations, and gradually digest the knowledge database filling her mind, Wen Jin submitted a resignation letter to her superior in an attempt to find a stable plane where she could retire.

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

Her desires were low, and she herself had made such great contributions, retiring with honor.

Of course, the bureau chief would not brush her off. He carried his belly onto the stage, bent down to shake Wen Jin’s hand, and carefully selected three bodies compatible with Wen Jin’s soul.

Wen Jin picked for a very long time. Only after careful consideration did she choose this current ABO world. The original owner was a passerby Beta in a crematorium regret novel. In the entire story, she only had a name at the beginning and did not participate in the plot. She was only responsible for appearing at the start to assist the plot, then exiting the stage through death.

Because her gender was Beta, the original owner would not have heats or rut-like susceptible periods, nor would she be controlled by pheromones.

Her family environment was likewise very simple. There were only two people in the whole family. Her adoptive father was a gambling addict who only knew how to exploit her. Their familial bond was shallow.

As for the plotline, the original owner only appeared in one scene at the beginning of the entire text. As long as Wen Jin handled it properly, avoided offending the female lead O, and acted low-key and mediocre, she would not have to worry about the female lead A and female lead O noticing her.

After that, she could freely improvise and muddle through.

However, these conditions still were not enough to make Wen Jin completely tempted.

In order to give Wen Jin enough wealth to buy a planet where she could lie flat like a retirement salted fish, the bureau chief specially added a golden finger to this character. In half a year, the original owner’s family would come looking for her.

Her biological father was Federal Marshal Wen Zheng Qing, which meant overwhelming wealth.

Wen Jin only needed to show a trace of reluctance when she slapped the female lead in the early plot, express that she did not want to do it, break ties with the scummy A, then wait half a year for wealth to descend. After that, she could buy a retirement planet and lie flat like a salted fish.

Even though Wen Jin had experienced great storms, grand waves, glory, and wealth, she still could not help raising a toast to this retirement win-by-lying-down plan. She simply had not expected that the opening method would be wrong and that the environment would be too noisy.

Every one of her roommates was a fair-skinned, beautiful little fairy, but they revered strength, had overwhelming auras, and created endless noise.

Wen Jin glanced at the bulging biceps of the female lead A not far away. She looked like an overly developed, disproportionate female strongman.

Wen Jin suddenly froze. Silently, she examined herself.

Nice. None!

Her arms were slender and beautiful, with well-proportioned bone and flesh. Her figure was graceful and elegant. This was her own face and body.

To prevent any accidents, she also reached both hands under her skirt to check.

Nice. None there either.

At least she had not stepped on a landmine and grown an organ she should not have. Wen Jin’s mood improved quite a bit.

However, for some reason, the female lead A in front of her suddenly began observing her. As Wen Jin touched and examined the important area under her skirt, the other party stared at her with an incredulous, scandalized look.

While showing obvious disdain, she still furtively peeked several times. Her expression was conflicted and strange, and even her ears were a little red.

Wen Jin: …

What? Could it be that although she did not have that appendage, Luo Xi did?

After all, one of them was a Beta and the other was an Alpha. It was hard to say how bathroom arrangements worked.

Wen Jin had just transmigrated over and still had not figured out how gender was divided in this world, whether female Alphas had extra appendages, what needed to be avoided, and so on.

Overcome with curiosity for a moment, Wen Jin sincerely propped herself up. In the spirit of friendly reciprocity, she met Luo Xi’s gaze and leisurely walked over to her. Lowering her eyes, she looked at her and asked, “What are you looking at? Don’t you have one?”

Wen Jin was a little taller than Luo Xi. When she stood up, the hem of her skirt fluttered with the wind. Her long, granny-gray hair fell loose, and a few strands drifted into Luo Xi’s mouth.

Betas did not have the alluring and deadly scent of pheromones, but the scent of Wen Jin’s shampoo was exceptionally pleasant.

It was like strawberries mixed with ice cubes. As it rushed into Luo Xi’s nose, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

She could no longer maintain the lofty, careless gaze she often wore. She looked away, drew a breath, and scolded, “Wen Jin! Is this some new trick your dad told you to use to please me?”

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

Wen Jin glanced at her, thought she was angry, and retreated back into the corner.

Even the laziness in her eyes did not fade in the slightest.

This detached, leisurely attitude fell into Luo Xi’s eyes and made it seem as if Wen Jin was coldly mocking her: So you had this kind of idea. Not interested.

Luo Xi’s mature, queenly face flushed bright red from holding herself back.

The other two roommates beside her both sensed that something was off at the same time and casually asked, “Sister Xi, why is your face so red?”

Luo Xi: …

How could Wen Jin possibly spare the energy to observe Luo Xi’s embarrassment? Outside the window, drizzle fell endlessly. Bored to death, she let out a soft yawn.

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

If not for the fact that she at least had to perfunctorily finish the original owner’s only scene as a passerby in the plot, Wen Jin would have lost patience and left long ago.

In the original plot, the female lead O, Ruan Ting Zhi, would differentiate in ten minutes and collapse on a tree-lined campus path amid pouring rain.

Another ten minutes after that, Luo Xi would bring a large group of people to the path in a grand, aggressive rush and order Wen Jin, as her follower, to teach Ruan Ting Zhi a lesson.

Because Ruan Ting Zhi was drenched in the rain, developed a fever, and differentiated, her pheromones suffered particle radiation and became severely contaminated.

Ruan Ting Zhi could no longer control her heat period with suppressants like an ordinary omega, and she also had to face the constant risk of her pheromones leaking out and tempting Alphas anytime and anywhere.

Several months later, when Ruan Ting Zhi’s heat arrived, her pheromones leaked, causing all the Alphas at Federal University to lose control and riot.

As a result, Ruan Ting Zhi was forced to withdraw from school and was exiled to a wasteland planet by the Federal Bureau on charges of endangering social security.

At the same time, Luo Xi discovered that Ruan Ting Zhi had differentiated into an omega and was as beautiful as a lotus. Moved by desire, Luo Xi tried to seize her by force. Once again taking advantage of Ruan Ting Zhi’s heat, she attempted to forcibly mark her. In the end, that same day, Ruan Ting Zhi’s pheromones mutated, her mental power upgraded, and she blackened.

Wen Jin had not read much of the later plot. She had only read the synopsis and the opening plotline involving the original owner.

Before she could finish recalling the plot—

With a bang, the dormitory door was kicked open from the outside.

“Luo Xi, hurry and come with me.”

“What’s the rush?” Luo Xi turned her head irritably and snapped at the female Alpha at the door. “A sudden extra class?”

Shao Yu Jia held herself up against the wall with one hand and took a breath before saying, “No class. Hurry up and go to the parking lot.”

“That limited-edition flying vehicle of yours, the one limited across the whole interstellar era, has been spray-painted by one of Ruan Ting Zhi’s admirers.”

The moment Ruan Ting Zhi’s name came out, the last trace of anger rushed straight to Luo Xi’s head.

She did not even look back to bother with Wen Jin’s slow walking pace and quickly rushed out of the dormitory.

Wen Jin held up a peach-pink umbrella and trailed at the very back. Her steps were slow, as sluggish as practicing tai chi at a tortoise’s speed.

Looking at Luo Xi disappearing into the curtain of rain ahead, she gave an impartial evaluation: irritable, impulsive, battle-loving.

Then she looked at Luo Xi’s followers and found that they were the same. Hot-blooded girls.

Noisy and troublemaking.

After confirming again and again that they were not her kind of people, Wen Jin thought for a moment, took out her phone, and patiently reposted the question that had been buried earlier.

She also added another question: By the way, does Federal University have any major where you don’t have to do anything and can just lie in bed every day? Or is there any dorm lacking a mute Beta roommate?

Ruan Ting Zhi: Leave your contact information.

Ruan Ting Zhi, Come Fight: Is that really you, @Ruan Ting Zhi?

The real person appeared?

Ruan Ting Zhi’s Number One Opponent: Grind King @Ruan Ting Zhi, Arena Three, come quickly.

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