The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

The school bell rang, and students arrived at the classroom one after another. Liang Qing immediately spotted a refined and elegant figure. With such an otherworldly air, he could only be the other male lead: the academic genius Song Zhiji.

He sat to her side, and from her angle, she could see his profile clearly: a high nose, almond-shaped eyes, thin lips, and fair skin, like a handsome young man who had stepped out of a painting.

Just as Liang Qing was glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Liang Qing, Song Zhiji, get up and change seats."

Liang was taken aback when he heard the teacher's words on the podium. He quickly realized that both of them had excellent grades in their majors, and their homeroom teacher had previously intended for them to form a group to exchange and learn from each other. He didn't expect it to be implemented so soon.

Liang Qing secretly gave her homeroom teacher a thumbs up in her heart. She was just thinking of ways to get closer to Song Zhiji, and the opportunity had come.

Isn't this like someone bringing you a pillow when you're sleepy?

Song Zhiji looked at Liang Qing beside him, who was writing furiously and looking perfectly normal, and gently tapped his fair, jade-like fingers.

He had heard that Liang Qing had fallen so low that she was living in a basement and no one in her family dared to help her. Logically speaking, she should be feeling bad after such a change, or at least she should have vented her anger on him, since she should know that he was also involved in it.

But ever since she sat down, she hasn't looked at him once, going about her own business as usual.

When Song Zhiji is lost in thought, his eyes will remain fixed on one spot. At this moment, when he is staring at Liang Qing, it appears to others that he is constantly looking at Liang Qing.

"What?"

A cold and aloof voice brought Song Zhiji back to his senses, and he realized that he had been facing Liang Qing the whole time.

A blush rose on Liang Qing's fair cheeks, and her ears also turned slightly red. She was already beautiful, but now that she was blushing, she looked even more charming and lovely.

Song Zhiji averted his gaze as if fleeing, and replied instantly, "No."

Liang Qing didn't answer again, and Song Zhiji breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the rustling sound of writing again.

He didn't want Liang Qing to think he still had feelings for her, and for her to humiliate him again.

That humiliation nearly shattered his self-esteem. He would never forget her condescending tone, her undisguised contempt and disgust, and those hurtful words.

But why is Liang Qing blushing?

She never takes anything or anyone seriously and handles any situation with ease.

Would such an arrogant person feel ashamed just because he looked at her for a while?

Song Zhiji was unaware that he had been distracted for an entire class trying to figure out why she was blushing, nor did he notice the smile that appeared on Liang Qing's lips when he looked away.

[Host, Song Zhiji's favorability has increased to -20!] Xiao Qi was a little excited. Although it hadn't become positive yet, it was still pretty good to have increased by 30.

"Okay." Liang Qing twirled his pen and glanced sideways at Song Zhiji, who was lost in thought.

After sitting next to Song Zhiji peacefully for a few days, Liang Qing noticed that Song Zhiji seemed to have a stomach problem. He would often break out in a cold sweat and put his hand on his stomach.

Liang Qing mentally called out to Xiao Qi for clarification, "Xiao Qi, does Song Zhiji have a stomach ailment?"

Xiao Qi was silent for a moment, then stammered, "Yes, the host, and it's related to the original owner."

Liang Qing had a bad feeling. "What's going on?"

[The original chief examiner couldn't beat Song Zhiji, so she plotted to get him to tutor her, then fed him terrible food in an attempt to ruin his health and distract him.]

He eats bizarre and unappetizing food?

"Sigh, the original owner happily ate it as soon as he said he made it himself," Xiao Qi said with sympathy. "And he ate it all."

"..."

That poor thing, it was made by a kitchen killer hired by the original owner, specifically to target your stomach.

Liang Qing couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Song Zhiji was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he was sweating profusely. He looked extremely weak.

Song Zhiji felt a gaze and looked in that direction, and saw Liang Qing frowning, seemingly worried about his current situation.

Song Zhiji almost immediately rejected the possibility, secretly sneering to himself.

Worry?

She worried that she might not have completely killed him.

His stomach started cramping again, as if it were being squeezed tightly by a tensioner. The pain made him feel dazed, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he saw himself lying on a bed in a medical room cubicle, covered with a blanket. A school doctor in a white coat was standing not far away, taking some medicine bottles out of a cabinet.

"What's wrong with me?" Song Zhiji asked, looking at the school doctor's retreating figure.

His voice was a little dry because of the lack of water.

The school doctor turned around at the sound, then turned back to examine the medicine bottle in his hand, explaining simply, "You had a stomach spasm, the pain was so bad that you fainted on your desk, and your deskmate noticed something was wrong and brought you here."

Desk mate?

Liang Qing?

Song Zhiji glanced around but didn't see Liang Qing, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Liang Qing only brought him over because he happened to faint in front of her, and she couldn't ignore it in front of everyone, since she was always very good at creating an image.

The goal has been achieved, so there's no need to waste any more energy on him, just like what she did to him after she returned to first place.

But he, because of her worried expression, had a moment of foolish thought that she would stay with him.

She's probably secretly pleased with herself for missing another class.

Song Zhiji's stomach was still aching slightly, but he still got out of bed, threw off the covers, stood up, and prepared to thank the school doctor and go back to class.

He wouldn't let her scheme succeed; he would definitely surpass her again and become number one next time, making her furious.

"Student, lie back down. You haven't taken your medicine yet. If you go back now, the pain will start again." The school doctor stopped what he was doing, came over and helped him back onto the bed, his tone slightly reproachful.

Song Zhiji didn't lie down; he still didn't want to stay there. He conceded and negotiated with the school doctor, "Doctor, give me the medicine, I'll take it and then go back."

Seeing his stubbornness, the school doctor said helplessly, "You lie down first. The bottled water in the infirmary is finished. Someone will bring water later."

Song Zhiji still wouldn't listen, "Then give me the medicine, I'll go back to the classroom to take it."

Just then, the curtain of the cubicle was lifted, and Liang Qing walked in with a thermos.

The school doctor breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to greet him, "You've finally arrived! Your deskmate is such a stubborn person. He insisted on going back to class even though we told him to lie down and rest."

Liang Qing listened quietly, not responding to his words, but instead handing him the thermos, saying, "The water is here, doctor."

The school doctor reached out his hand, but before he could take it, someone outside the door started calling him. He withdrew his hand, picked up the medicine he had just prepared from the table, handed it to Liang Qing, gave her a few instructions, and then rambled on for Liang Qing to feed Song Zhiji the medicine and to persuade him to rest.

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the cubicle without looking back.

When Song Zhiji saw Liang Qing return, his thoughts were in turmoil, and he was unable to utter a single word for a moment.

He wanted to ask her why she had come.

I don't really want to ask.

Liang Qing looked at his pale face and sighed inwardly.

She quickly opened the thermos by twisting the cap, poured the water into the lid that could be used as a cup, and then handed it to him along with the medicine.

"Take your medicine."

Song Zhiji pursed his lips, lowered his head, and his expression was unreadable.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Liang Qing asked again, thinking he was in too much pain to speak.

Song Zhiji didn't answer her question, but instead said, "Were you just getting me some water?"

Liang Qing paused for a moment, then explained, "Well, the school doctor said the water dispenser was empty, so I went to the teachers' office to get some."

Song Zhiji fell silent again, and the cubicle remained quiet for a long while.

Liang Qing spoke first, saying again, "Take your medicine first."

"What does it matter to you whether I take my medicine or not?"

Is she throwing a tantrum?

Liang Qing remained silent for a while before answering, "We are in the same group."

Upon hearing this answer, Song Zhiji couldn't help but sneer. He raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment, and stared intently into her eyes. "Liang Qing, don't you think what you said is ridiculous?"

"I owe my illness to you."

Upon hearing this, Liang Qing's expression immediately turned ugly, and her body seemed to freeze, maintaining the posture from when she was handing out the water.

After a long pause, he finally replied, "Do you want some?"

Song Zhiji glanced at her, ignored her, and looked down at the floor.

Then he heard Liang Qing put the water glass on the bedside table.

He thought sarcastically that Liang Qing, after being lightly stung by him, couldn't continue the act and was about to leave.

Let's go.

He was fed up with her insincerity.

The next moment, his chin was lifted up, and before he could react, his cheeks were forcefully pinched and his mouth was forced open.

He looked up and saw Liang Qing with a cold face, impatiently shoving the medicine into his mouth. As soon as the medicine entered his mouth, Liang Qing immediately withdrew her hand.

The bitter taste of the medicine spread in his mouth and almost made him choke as it slid down his throat. Liang Qing turned around and picked up the water on the table again, raising his fingers as if to pinch his face.

Having already suffered a setback once, Song Zhiji was determined not to let her succeed again.

He turned his face away, brushed Liang Qing's hand aside, and awkwardly took the water from her hand, drinking it all down in one gulp to swallow the bitter medicine.

His actions weren't out of consideration for her; it was simply because the medicine was too bitter.

Liang Qing didn't take his resistance to heart. Seeing that he had finished drinking the water, she reached out to take his water cup.

Song Zhiji had been slow to react earlier, but now, recalling how she had pinched his cheek and stuffed medicine into his mouth, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

So when he saw Liang Qing's wicked little hand again, he glared at her angrily.

This glance left Liang Qing somewhat bewildered.

Then she remembered his frustrated look earlier and realized that he was angry out of embarrassment.

She suddenly felt like teasing him.

She glanced at him first when his gaze fell upon her, then looked at the cup in her hand.

Then, feigning doubt, he asked, "You like it?"

"..."

Song Zhiji was speechless, completely baffled by her thought process.

Did she think he glared at her because he didn't want her to take the cup away?

Which eye of hers saw that he liked the cup?

He shoved the cup into her hand with a stern face, then turned and lay down on the bed, looking like he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Liang Qing could tell he was sulking because he turned his back to her.

But she had other things to do and couldn't stay here.

So he said goodbye to the poor, sullen girl: "You get some rest, I'm leaving."

Before I had taken two steps, his voice rang out from behind me, "Heh, isn't this just what you wanted?"

Liang Qing wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that he was referring to how the original owner had ruined his stomach, causing him to have to take leave from school every few days due to stomach problems and fall behind in his studies.

"You slept through a class, which was PE class."

It means that it didn't suit her wishes; she just wanted him to rest well without any ulterior motive.

Song Zhiji stared at the wall, but was surprised.

On one hand, Liang Qing would explain to her, and on the other hand, she found it unbelievable that Liang Qing had accompanied him for a class.

He recalled the past. In the past, Liang Qing would only stay by his side and watch him eat when she brought him some terrible food. Otherwise, she would ignore him.

There were times when he was sick and asked Liang Qing if he could stay with him, but of course Liang Qing always made up some excuse to refuse.

Song Zhiji was filled with mixed feelings. He opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

After the incident, Liang Qing had gotten used to his awkward personality. Without waiting for him to speak, she said, "You should rest well. I'll come pick you up after class."

……

Liang Qing walked straight to the playground after leaving the infirmary. In fact, half of the physical education class had already passed, and it should be time to announce the end of the class after running two laps.

On the way, Xiao Qi began announcing Song Zhiji's favorability rating, its robotic voice brimming with undisguised joy: "[Host, Song Zhiji's favorability rating is currently zero. He no longer dislikes you.]"

“He is sick now, so his psychological defenses will naturally be lowered.”

Liang Qing felt great sympathy for Song Zhiji's plight. In the book, she wrote that Song Zhiji was unloved by her parents from a young age. Her parents' marriage was a business arrangement. Her father was busy keeping mistresses, and her mother was busy with work. Song Zhiji silently endured both sadness and joy on her own.

The original owner took advantage of his loneliness and gave him a little bit of care, and he fell for her.

[Host, since his psychological defenses are low right now, why don't you stay there with him?] Xiao Qi asked, puzzled.

"Haste makes waste; one should not be too hasty."

"Being too hasty will only arouse his suspicion, given the precedents that have already been set in stone."

This is also why she hasn't changed the original owner's personality yet; a sudden change in temperament would easily make people think she's strange and increase their wariness.

It's more reliable to change people's minds gradually and subtly, step by step, without them even realizing it.