Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

He turned on the water tap, took a sip, and some water trickled down his neck from his chin.

"..."

Shen Qingyou ignored him.

I only helped out by paying for a bottle of water, so why am I being hit on?

This left Shen Qingyou extremely puzzled.

"Let me help you carry it!"

Shen Tong quickly finished his bottle of water and threw it into a nearby trash can.

With his hands free, and seeing that Shen Qingyou was ignoring him, he quickly moved closer to her.

"I do not need it, thank you!"

Shen Qingyou turned away, rejecting him.

Shen Tong followed her all the way to the girls' dormitory. As he watched Shen Qingyou go into the building, he couldn't help but touch his nose.

He muttered to himself, "When did I become so unattractive!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but smile.

He walked in the other direction, but before he had taken two steps, he ran into Yin Moling.

"Shen Tong... let's go back!"

As soon as Yin Moling saw him, a smile appeared on her lips.

"it is good!"

Shen Tong nodded slightly and walked towards Yin Moling.

The two people walked further and further away in the sunset.

And so, Shen Qingyou continued to live her life at the school.

She's been staying here for several days now, and everyone in the dorm is quite nice, except for that one person who was unfriendly when she first moved in.

Of course, that person was disliked by everyone in the dormitory.

She never buys anything; she always squeezes out toothpaste for other people to use.

When she runs out of her own shower gel and shampoo, she takes a little from other people's bottles—a little from yours, a little from hers—and eventually it becomes her own.

She wasn't popular in the dorm, so Shen Qingyou didn't talk to her much.

In short, she won't offend others unless they provoke her.

Despite having such an oddball in the dorm, life was generally alright.

However, her mother, Liang Cuiyu, never came to see her.

He didn't even make a single phone call to her, and Shen Qingyou felt a chill creep into her heart.

Finally, on the weekend, she took two bags and went to the hospital to get tested.

Inside the hospital, it was noisy and chaotic. Shen Qingyou looked around and realized that it was clearly not a doctor-patient dispute; it seemed like a performance.

Shen Qingyou glanced at it only once before walking outside.

When I got to the outside corridor, I saw a young girl pulling someone along and asking them questions.

"I've been waiting for a whole day and night. When will I finally get to see my show?"

"What's the rush? If you're really in such a hurry, then go back first! Don't wait any longer for the show!"

The person being pulled was very displeased, shook off her hand that was holding his sleeve, and went into the hospital.

The girl's expression grew even more dejected.

She covered her face, squatted down, her shoulders trembling, and looked extremely pitiful.

Shen Qingyou stood at a distance, watching her cry, his eyes filled with coldness.

She seemed very pitiful, oh, perhaps she really was pitiful.

As an extra who isn't formally trained, has no connections, and has few opportunities, he exists in this awkward position.