The White Lotus Villainess Is Obsessed With Me - Chapter 57

As soon as Wang Sasa finished speaking, a thunderclap roared from the sky, almost deafening her.

She looked up in shock as large raindrops began to fall, ruthlessly pelting her face.

The two of them stood on the playground, which had no shelter, and were instantly drenched.

The heavy rain made it hard for Wang Sasa to open her eyes. She wiped her face, clearing the rainwater, and looked at Tan Yixuan with deep meaning in her eyes.

Tan Yixuan gripped her arm tightly, her black eyes catching her own. It was hard to tell if it was rain or tears sliding down her face, dripping off her pointed chin, pooling on the ground.

“Don’t like me?” She stared stubbornly at Wang Sasa, biting her lip, her tone almost pleading. “You’re lying to me again, aren’t you?”

Wang Sasa forced a smile, apologizing in her heart, and with a hardened resolve, pushed her hand away, deliberately keeping a cold expression. “Since you know I’m lying, why don’t you believe I don’t like you?”

Clearly, provoking Tan Yixuan was effective. If the rain didn’t matter, then her guess was correct. The key to going home must be with Tan Yixuan.

Encouraged by her own thoughts, Wang Sasa became even more determined.

“I don’t like you, never have.” Wang Sasa said without mercy, turning away to avoid Tan Yixuan’s devastated gaze.

“I don’t believe it!” Tan Yixuan grabbed her face, forcing her to look directly at her. With one hand firmly holding her arm, she pulled Wang Sasa into a tight embrace, repeating, “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe you have no feelings for me at all!”

“Since you don’t like me, why did you get close to me?” Tan Yixuan’s eyes were red, her tears falling as her eyelashes trembled.

Wang Sasa felt a pang of sympathy but steeled herself, saying, “Because I was toying with you.” She sneered, “You don’t really think I have a second personality, do you?” She put on a domineering look, mimicking the original owner’s expression. “Tan Yixuan, you’re still so stupid.”

“No Wang Sasa, no second personality.” She paused before continuing, “I’m Wang Shasha.”

Tan Yixuan’s grip suddenly loosened, and she took a step back, her expression one of panic and sadness.

“Actually, you should thank me. I only had to tell you I’m not Wang Shasha, and you automatically filled in the second personality for me.” Wang Sasa continued, seeing Tan Yixuan’s face grow paler with each word.

Tan Yixuan’s face turned ghostly white, her black hair clinging to her wet face. Her school uniform was soaked and clinging to her, making her look utterly disheveled. Of course, Wang Sasa wasn’t in much better shape.

“Tan Yixuan, if you still have any self-respect, then stop pestering me.” Wang Sasa turned around and walked away, not giving Tan Yixuan any chance to speak. But suddenly, she felt herself being restrained—Tan Yixuan had rushed forward, wrapped her arms around her waist, and was tightly hugging her from behind.

“Sasa… please keep lying to me, will you?” she pleaded, her tone heart-wrenching. “Everything that happened before… I’ll just think of it as a dream… Lie to me, lie until I no longer like you this much…”

Wang Sasa took a deep breath and forcefully pried apart the fingers locked around her waist. But Tan Yixuan held on tightly, her slender fingers gripping with such force that her knuckles turned white.

“Tan Yixuan!” Wang Sasa suddenly raised her voice, now forced to face her, her voice piercing through the curtain of rain. “Stop dreaming! Wake up, okay? I don’t like you! I just don’t! You can’t force it!”

Tan Yixuan shook her head fiercely, resting her chin on Wang Sasa’s shoulder, her eyelashes trembling rapidly. Her pale lips uttered a few words: “Even if you don’t like me, please… don’t hate me…”

“Why can’t you understand?!” Wang Sasa, driven to her wits’ end, had no choice but to keep saying harsh words. She turned around, her sharp black-and-white eyes locking onto Tan Yixuan’s tearful gaze, not allowing her any chance to escape. “A forced melon is never sweet. If you keep clinging to me… don’t blame me for starting to hate you.”

Tan Yixuan stared blankly at her, and without realizing it, she loosened her grip. Her eyes lost their focus, and she covered her forehead, mumbling something. Wang Sasa couldn’t hear clearly; she only saw Tan Yixuan lower her head, her face shrouded by the gloomy sky, and even her school uniform appeared indistinct and dull.

Freed at last, Wang Sasa quickly ran into the corridor of the campus. She turned back and saw Tan Yixuan still standing there dazed in the rain. Her slim figure was hidden behind the curtain of rain, almost fading from view.

After a moment of hesitation, Wang Sasa called out to a student passing by, “Hey, come here and give that person outside an umbrella.”

The student stared blankly at her, then nodded dumbly, looking rather foolish. Wang Sasa frowned and gave her a pat on the shoulder, snapping her out of her daze.

It was odd—on her way back to the classroom, she hardly ran into any other students. The usually bustling campus was eerily quiet today. She looked outside at the dark, oppressive sky, which matched the heavy atmosphere of the campus, dragging her mood down with it.

Wang Sasa sighed deeply and returned to the classroom. The seat next to hers was empty. She paused for a moment before calmly opening the desk and taking out a novel she had been hiding. Since Tan Yixuan had already discovered it, there was no point in keeping it hidden any longer.

She read for half an hour, then glanced at her watch. It was time for afternoon classes, yet the seat beside her was still empty. A trace of worry crossed her face.

The bell rang, and the teacher walked in with a blank expression, starting the lesson.

Perhaps it was the weather, but the whole class was unusually quiet—so quiet it was almost eerie. Apart from the teacher’s voice, hardly anyone spoke. Wang Sasa, preoccupied with her worry for Tan Yixuan, didn’t immediately notice this oddity. It wasn’t until later that she became aware of it.

Feeling unsettled, she tapped the shoulder of the student in front of her and asked, “What’s going on with everyone?”

The girl, who was usually talkative, suddenly turned around, her gaze fixed on Wang Sasa’s face, mirroring the teacher’s blank expression. “What do you mean?”

Wang Sasa’s eyes widened in surprise, and she swallowed nervously. Trying to stay calm, she replied, “Nothing.”

The girl stared at her intensely for a few moments before finally turning back around. Wang Sasa let out a breath of relief, her fingers trembling as she gripped her mechanical pencil. Her mind began racing.

What’s going on?

Why are my classmates acting like this?

This strange classroom, and the weird weather—don’t they perfectly match the atmosphere of a horror story? Her heart raced with anxiety, and she desperately wanted to go to the restroom to check things out. But it was still class time, and leaving the classroom suddenly would definitely draw everyone’s attention. She had no choice but to stay put, enduring the growing sense of dread for a full forty-five minutes.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, she reached for her novel—but wait… Wang Sasa searched the desk, and the novel was nowhere to be found. Her heart sank as a sense of foreboding washed over her.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke nearby, no longer cautious but chillingly cold.

“Are you looking for this?”

Wang Sasa turned her head and saw Tan Yixuan holding the novel in one hand, her other hand resting against her chin, smiling brightly at her. “Are you looking for this?” she repeated when Wang Sasa didn’t respond, tilting her head cutely.

Wang Sasa’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively backed away. After a moment, she straightened up, cleared her throat, and said, “Oh, so that’s where it was. Give it back to me.” She reached out as if nothing was wrong, trying to take the novel.

Tan Yixuan quickly raised her hand, dodging her grasp, and smiled faintly. “Why should I give it to you? Is your name written on it?”

Wang Sasa froze, her eyes fixed on the novel, forcing a stiff smile. “Stop joking. Give it back.”

Tan Yixuan stood up, towering over her, her face devoid of expression as she coldly replied, “I told you, your name isn’t written here. Why should I give it to you?”

“I…” Wang Sasa, realizing she wasn’t joking, took a deep breath. “Of course my name is there. Look closely. Doesn’t it say ‘Sasa’?” She pointed at it confidently.

Tan Yixuan stared at her for two seconds, then shook her head in disappointment. “You’re lying again. There’s no ‘Sasa’ here. Your name is Wang Shasha.” As she spoke, she stepped closer, grabbing Wang Sasa by the chin. Her expression darkened, and an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped Wang Sasa. “Am I right? Wang Sasa from another world?”

Hearing this, Wang Sasa’s eyes widened in shock. She stared at Tan Yixuan in disbelief, unable to speak. If Tan Yixuan hadn’t been holding her chin, she might have fallen backward from the sheer shock.

Tan Yixuan smirked, but there was no warmth in her eyes. She suddenly let go, and without her support, Wang Sasa stumbled backward, landing hard on the ground. She yelped in pain, clutching her lower back while looking up at her.

“Tan Yixuan?”

The pain in her body couldn’t offset the shock in her heart.

How does she know?

Wang Sasa looked up, holding her gaze, not daring to move.

Tan Yixuan leaned down slightly, her long black hair cascading off her shoulders. She was graceful and mesmerizing, and her voice was soothingly pleasant. Her slender fingers gently brushed against Wang Sasa’s cheek, softly caressing her. Her tone was tender yet filled with menace: “Sasa, you shouldn’t have broken up with me,” she said, her eyes filled with both affection and darkness. “You shattered my beautiful dream with your own hands.”

The gentle touch gradually became firmer as she gripped Wang Sasa’s face tightly and suddenly leaned in close, her voice growing cold and chilling. “Let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll let you go home.” She paused, released her grip, and straightened up. “If you lose, you’ll stay in my dream forever, keeping me company.”

This was originally her dream.

She didn’t know how long she had been dead or how many people she had killed.

Too many murders had occurred at Second High School, attracting many people—some with real skills and others who were mere frauds. But to her, both types were the same. After all, no matter who came, none ever returned.

Because of so many unexpected events, this place gradually became desolate and turned into a wasteland. She was trapped here, unable to leave or destroy herself.

As time passed, everything changed.

She grew unbearably bored, so she created a dream for herself.

In this dream, she returned to the very beginning. Replaying it over held no meaning for her. So she captured a fiery soul and brought it into her dream world. That soul was entirely different from hers, radiant like the morning sun. She found it intriguing and wanted to see what kind of beautiful dream such a burning, fiery soul could create for her.

She didn’t give her any hints, letting her fumble her way through the darkness. What she hadn’t expected was that this soul would have the power to wake her up. At this thought, Tan Yixuan lowered her eyes, covered her mouth, and began to laugh manically.