Ning Shu couldn't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude when she saw An Rong in that state. It wasn't just the original host's feelings; Ning Shu shared them as well.
Right after she had transmigrated into this world, An Rong had beaten her up. Ning Shu could endure the physical pain, but having her hair grabbed and her head slammed against a wall had been both painful and humiliating.
When Leng Ao found out that Ling Xue's desk was broken, he immediately had someone bring her a brand-new one.
Ning Shu silently set her three-legged desk upright as she watched Leng Ao fuss over Ling Xue with concern.
He looked worried but still maintained his typical tsundere demeanor. His self-important attitude made Ning Shu's lips twitch in irritation.
By now, Ling Xue had calmed down and returned to her usual cool, elegant self. She smiled slightly at Leng Ao and said, "I'm fine now."
Leng Ao's face immediately lit up with a smile. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ning Shu, sitting there, awkwardly holding up her broken desk with one hand. She looked utterly wretched. With a tone of disgust, he asked, "Were you the one who injured Ling Xue?"
Ning Shu blinked, staying silent. Why was she being dragged into this?
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Leng Ao shouted, lifting his leg to kick over Ning Shu's desk. This time, at least, the desk didn't hit Ling Xue.
Ning Shu watched as her desk toppled to the ground with a creak.
The desk was innocent. Why were they all taking their frustrations out on it?
She couldn't help but feel that everyone here was mentally ill. They each lived in their own world, seeing things however they wanted to.
The entire class had witnessed what happened earlier, yet not a single person spoke up for Ning Shu when Leng Ao blamed her.
A chill spread through Ning Shu's heart as a wave of loneliness washed over her. How had the original host managed to endure being ignored and trampled on like this for so long? Ning Shu remembered the original host's tragic ending in the story.
When the female lead eventually grew tired of Lin Jiajia, the male lead had sent one of his subordinates to deal with her. The subordinate was a sadist, treating it all like a game. He tied the original host up like a zongzi and, from a distance, threw an axe at her, seeing where it would land. The axe ultimately embedded itself in her shoulder, just an inch away from her neck. It lodged itself deeply into her collarbone, and no one could pull it out.
The pervert had kicked her into the sea, leaving her as fish food. The way the original host died was truly horrifying.
Ning Shu glanced at Leng Ao, who stood there, looking down at everything with an aloof air, as if he were a god. She really wanted to punch him in the face.
Why had the original host been so obsessed with someone like this, to the point of being unable to forget him even after death? Ning Shu couldn't understand what was supposedly charming about him—he was just an empty shell.
It was a clear sign she had stayed in the hospital for too long. Ning Shu, whose sense of aesthetics had diverged from that of ordinary people, admitted that she didn't get it.
Ling Xue reached out and gently tugged on Leng Ao's arm, saying, "It has nothing to do with this classmate."
Leng Ao glanced at the delicate, slender fingers resting on his arm. Each one looked like polished, high-quality white jade—beautiful, with a subtle glow. His heart melted the moment she touched him.
Though he felt like jumping for joy, Leng Ao kept up his arrogant front. He lifted his chin and said to Ning Shu, "Since Ling Xue has spoken up for you, I'll let you off this time. But remember, stay away from Ling Xue from now on. Don't show your face in front of her again, or I'll make you regret it."
Ning Shu's heart was filled with all kinds of curses. From the beginning, this situation had nothing to do with her, so Leng Ao's so-called magnanimous attitude was disgusting. It felt like she was getting hit by stray bullets, even while lying low in a trench.
These people were all mentally ill, weren't they? Seriously mentally ill.
If you're sick, you should go to the hospital. Don't give up on treatment.
What surprised Ning Shu, however, was that Ling Xue had actually spoken up for her. This didn't put her at ease at all—she still hadn't forgotten the murderous intent in Ling Xue's glare earlier.
"Oh, isn't your birthday coming up soon?" Ling Xue said, looking at Ning Shu. "We're all classmates, so you should invite Lin Jiajia as well."
Leng Ao had initially wanted to say that someone like her didn't deserve to come to his birthday party, but since Ling Xue had spoken, he had no choice but to give her face.
"You'll be attending my birthday party, right?" Leng Ao asked, before adding, "And in the future, you should stop making so many malicious schemes. Not everyone is as kind-hearted as Ling Xue, willing to forgive you so generously."
Ning Shu thought: Sure, the world may have kind-hearted people, but Ling Xue definitely isn't one of them. Can someone who disregards the law and has no moral bottom line really be called kind-hearted?