She slowly walked along with the other students who were chatting with their reunited friends. Her arms and legs began to swing unnaturally. Her face froze all over.
Lance, following behind her, noticed the peculiarity around her and the way she walked; he first furrowed his brow, then his lips twitched upward.
Arriving at the top of the stairs, Paige waited a moment, and there she was, the female lead. She was a meter in front of her, stumbled over something invisible, and tilted backwards as the iced Frappuccino she was holding for a girl beside her crashed into Paige's white blouse, making her wet.
The surrounding students were stunned, making way for the two to confront each other.
Before Paige could even register what happened, or look at the appearance of the female lead, a text popped up in front of her.
The system had seemed to have given up about the non-disclosure rule concerning the male lead, as the shocks for talking about the storyline were so light it didn't evoke even a reaction from her anymore. This time it had, however, been upgraded. At the end of the text stood the punishment for not acting as being told:
[Punishment for changing lines or actions of the original host: Losing a finger.]
She gulped while reading, having thrown her last scruples out of the window. The male lead was here anyway. She woodenly repeated her text, looking into a faraway distance. Reading it apparently down, the way she spoke:
"You bitch. Are you out of your mind. I will kill you for this." The even tone combined with the stony face astonished the onlookers, while Lance, standing still on the upper half of the stairs, mentally facepalmed, trying to hold back his laughter.
The skinny, lovable female lead Natasha was stunned when the cold voice was heard. She had the impulse to turn her head to see if there was a board behind her with text that was read aloud.
After an obvious pause, Paige hesitantly grabbed the hair of the stunned female lead, then turned around, throwing a pointed look at Lance and seeing him nod; she pushed the girl down the stairs.
With their obvious difference in body size, this scene was no problem for Paige; only she nervously hoped that Lance would catch the kid.
Lance caught the female lead accurately. He wanted to show a triumphant smile at Paige, but his face fell, looking at her transparent blouse, showcasing her assets in a white bra that fortunately held some discretion.
Lance lightly held the female lead in one arm and stabilized her, while he tossed his blazer to Paige with the other hand so that she could cover herself. When Paige received the blazer, she looked questioningly down at her cleavage, seeing the problem.
'Damn, that wouldn't get out with just washing,' she thought reflexively, but then remembered that she was rich now, sighing in relief.
Then, seeing the grown boys staring at the spot that was now covered and the girls around her looking at her mockingly, she clicked her tongue, slipped into the blazer, and buttoned it up.
Lance thought he would see her flustered or something, but her frozen face revealed nothing of that sort. He turned finally to see his counterpart in the scenes that they would come to play.
Natasha was skinny, her light-brown hair flowing down her shoulders in waves. She had honey-colored eyes with scientifically unreasonable good skin.
Even he, the male lead, had a pimple here or there, but she was just the epitome of perfection. It was so gorgeous that he felt a bit plastic. He touched her face for a moment, and when he looked at his finger, he saw a thick makeup trace.
'Ah, now I get it.' It was really fascinating what you could do with the right foundation.
Natasha blushed furiously, not only for being rescued by a super-hot guy, but also because he had even touched her face lovingly.
Paige saw all his little motions and coughed lightly from the secondhand embarrassment she was feeling.