1 Her Demise
"'Stop staring you pervert!' She puffed her cheeks, crossed her legs, and looked away to avoid eye contact with his blue eyes.
'This woman is one of a kind!' He thought to himself and chuckled: he has never met someone this humorous and amusing before."
[How heartwarming! The infamous, cold-hearted, and wealthy young master took an interest of a young, beautiful girl with middle-status! I can't wait until they are official and more face-slapping stories of female lead's enemies! It will be so satisfying for us, the audience, to read!]
I paused for a second.
[That's bull***t!] I slam the table.
[Do CEOs in fiction fancy taking interests in women who don't chase after them? What if the girl is a lesbian? Or they are not looking for a romantic relationship?]
Everyone, let's take a short break from reality:
I'm Xie Feihao, an average looking girl in her fifteen, an only child, aromantic, grades are lower than average, lazy as hell, love stress eating, and my favorite hobby is to read manhuas and drama novels.
From time-to-time, I would read some romance fiction such as a story between two girls making a huge fuss by fighting over the same guy; but momentarily, I am going through a crisis about finding a good romance novel to read.
Hey, the idea of a rich and handsome man falling in love with a low-status white lotus seems unrealistic to me; or- the idea of a popular high school boy falling for an infamous school nerd is impracticable for me to read. Of course, you will NEVER forget the idea of a reincarnated villainess who deeply regrets her decision, full of bitterly self-accusation and self-disgust, plans to avoid their crush or fiance in their second life, and somehow fall in love with the guy they are trying to avoid.
Out of all of the three common types of city-romance stories I've read, the third one seems the most practical and rational. I mean really!? Can you please inform me what would happen if the male lead found interests in a girl who could be lesbian in the two other types of stories, 'cause I'm dreadfully desperate to know the answer!
"Xiao Hao!" My mother yelled in Chinese, "You better get ready to go to school before I take that laptop away!"
"Got it ma!" I replied as I tie my hair into a ponytail.
[Tsk, the pecks of being an Asian girl, full of expectations and 'can you act more like a lady.']
I closed my laptop and stuffed it into my bag, ignoring all the paperwork I've received from the school.
"Ma! I'm leaving!" I ran out as I quickly grabbed a dumpling from the plate on the dining room table.
"Don't come back late tonight like last week." The voice from the kitchen reminded me.
"Yes yes! I heard you yesterday at dinner!" I quickly ran out, avoid any more complaints from her.
Now, where was I...
If other people have my reputation, they would be desperately asking for attention. Me? I hate that reputation is a thing and I'm ignoring it all the way. So I will always enjoy my alone-time with some novels, comics, and anime. And if you are asking about my romantic relationships: nope. Not looking for one. That's for future me to worry about, but right now? I'm gonna enjoy my walk to school while listening to music.
"Haohao!" Someone shouted cheerfully. I pretended I didn't hear that.
An arm wrapped around my neck, "How was your one-week break?" A guy with blond hair smiled at my face, "Ready to continue our first year of high school?"
This is Yang Li. Don't be fooled with his blond hair... [Who am I kidding? His Asian face totally can tell that he dyed his hair to make himself look more western.]
He's known for his troublesome behavior and arcade game addiction, he's also bad at reading the atmosphere, and he likes to bug people who don't talk to him, like right now...
For most girls, he looks handsome; after all, he is one of the popular guys. I can't say the same since every guy looks about the same to me. But honestly, I don't know what these ladies are thinking about, he looks average. [Welp, love is blind, I guess.]
We met in the second year to middle school when I transferred, he often throws paper scraps at me behind the teacher's back and writes swear words on my notebook with a pen: he seemed like an immature six-year-old crying for attention. One day I finally had enough, I dumped the entire recycle bin at his face. After that, he keeps following me like a lost puppy.
"Can you not?" I growled at him.
He let go quickly and took a step back, "Alright, alright! But all barks and no bite."
I glared at him, stomped his right foot, and continue to enjoy my walk.
"Jeez!" He shouted with shock, "Can you be a little bit more feminine? I mean you got a loving family, long hair, and will probably look pretty good if you try on a dress instead of those long sweat pants; or a little bit of makeup then you can look like a model."
"Can you stop spouting nonsense?" We walk through the school entrance as I keep badmouthing him, "What do you want me to say? 'Thank you for your confession?'" I joked.
"Wow." He calmed down, "How can someone be so shameless? Why can't you just-"
I snap at him, "Now that's a compliment I'm waiting for!"
I rest my backpack down on the table, pulling out my laptop to read before the first bell rings. Yang Li pulls the chair in front of me and made a screeching sound.
"Oh look!" He grabbed a letter in the drawer of his table and waved at my face, "Another one!" He tried to close my mac while I was reading as he leans closer.
"Get your playboy character away from my laptop!" I shoved his face, "Seriously though, who uses this tactic anymore? We have mobile phones!"
"Don't know." He opens it, "Oh it's her!" He spoke loudly, "She's the-"
"Shut up before you embarrass someone!" I grabbed the letter out of his hand and smake him in the face with it.
It was Huang Xiaoyue, the vice classroom president.
"Are you an idiot?" I lectured at his dumbfounded face, "Not everyone is like me who ignores their reputation."
I continued to read the letter, "Go to the school garden after school at five before the clubs start."
"Sure, but you are-"
"I'm not taking your bullet for you like the last time." I stopped him before he could finish.
"I was saying maybe you could watch."
"What am I? A stalker?" I blankly stared at him. He loos back.
Yang Li took a long sigh, "It's going to make it harder for me to reject her." He shrugged.
"Not my problem." I ignored him, "Besides, what's wrong with you getting a girlfriend?"
"Then I wouldn't have a lot of time to talk to you!"
"Oh really?" My voice shook with disbelief.
Yang Li eyed me like I'm an idiot, but he never said anything back.
Like winter, the night already fell at 8:36 pm, the streets are still crowded.
Yang Li never text me what happened at the confession, we went our separate ways after school ended.
The roads in the cities are always noisy, even though hundreds are crossing the streets.
On my way to the comic book store, I paused near the crosswalk and waited for the signal like the rest of the 50 people behind me.
It was noisy, I've decided to put my earbuds on. Suddenly, I felt the crowd pushed me forward into the road.
The next thing I felt was not my face falling flat on the floor, but the force of being pushed on the side. I flew about a few meters from the impact.
Strangely, I didn't feel any pain.
There were piercing noises ringing in my ear. My eyes went blurry, everything was unclear, but I can tell clouded figures are panicking.
Ironically, I was hit by an ambulance.
The moment I woke up, everything was still blurry.
I rubbed my eyes and look around the room, everything is still unclear.
I was still wondering if I'm in a hospital, but I didn't feel any pain.
I've gotten out of blurred bed, stretch my hands out, and walked around, seeing if anyone's there.
"Ack!" A strange voice came out when I bumped my knee against something.
"Xiao Hao!" A women's screech made me jump, "Are you alright?"
Something came to me "Mirror." I demanded: the voice came out again.
When the fuzzy figure handed me a circle-shaped object, I stared into it: an unclear figure with black fuzzy hair and blurry blue eyes.
