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A Qi, what’s going on in this world? Can you handle it or not? If you can’t, just get lost!
After being scolded harshly by the leader, A Qi lowered his head and replied perfunctorily, “I can handle it. I’ll resolve it as soon as possible.”
Time was of the essence; this was his last chance to regain his human form. If he failed, he would be doomed to wander as a lonely ghost for eternity, unable to escape the shackles of servitude.
Back in the office, A Qi tugged at his hair in frustration. The risks of dealing with book traversers were too high; he couldn’t afford to encounter another rebellious troublemaker. He had to find a character to help awaken the others.
After a moment of despair, he pulled up the data and began his research.
Female: Ye Bing
Notes: The book traveler is overly rebellious and refuses to follow orders. Currently, she is a poisoned, crippled mess.
Supplement 1: Missed the crucial plot point of kicking the Fake Heiress out of the house, resulting in a complete lack of excitement and losing her character qualifications.
Supplement 2: The book traveler’s gender is male; a serious mistake that cannot be changed.
Without hesitation, A Qi turned the page.
Male: Tan Yan
Notes: Characterization has completely collapsed; he is overly dark and has no romantic connection with the female lead, harboring a blood feud instead.
Supplement: Unclean! Has been involved with supporting character Zheng Mengni; readers dislike such unsavory plots.
A Qi hesitated for a moment before flipping to the next page.
Second Male Lead: Wei Jingxi
Notes: Physically and mentally very unclean!
Supplement: Awakening level reaches seventy percent, difficult to control.
As A Qi read those words, memories flooded back. He remembered that Wei Jingxi was the first character in this novel to show signs of awakening. He was supposed to be utterly devoted to the female lead, vowing never to marry anyone else.
But then an unexpected variable appeared—Zheng Mengni.
How beautiful was this character? A Qi found it hard to describe specifically. All he knew was that when Wei Jingxi glanced at her for the first time at fifteen years old, it triggered a fifty percent awakening in him.
The author had set it up so that they were merely a facade of a married couple with no real affection between them. The author did not allow Wei Jingxi to fall in love with Zheng Mengni, yet he did anyway.
Though it began with a fleeting attraction, this love surged forth with intensity, enduring and unyielding, impossible to correct.
A Qi turned the page again.
In the control group, the female supporting character was Zheng Mengni. Noted as a cannon fodder role, she had undergone an awakening. It was also mentioned that she had previously rejected the system's help.
Flipping through the pages, she struggled to find a suitable candidate. Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, and her hand froze on a particular page, lingering without movement. In her eagerness to assess the characters, she had completely overlooked this individual.
Perfect—too perfect.
After greeting her parents at home, Zheng Mengni shuffled upstairs in her slippers. She knocked on Ye Bing's bedroom door and found him lounging on the bed, stretching lazily as he yawned at her with calm indifference. His complexion was decent, and he seemed reasonably alert.
"Does your leg still hurt?" Zheng Mengni asked.
Ye Bing was slightly taken aback, squinting as his curious gaze fell on the bag slung over Zheng Mengni's shoulder. She had just returned; her belongings were still unpacked, yet here she was, concerned about him.
"It hurts a lot," Ye Bing replied.
Zheng Mengni frowned in confusion. "Your parents are downstairs; why didn’t you call for help if it hurts?"
Perhaps it was the sharpness in her eyes that made Ye Bing feel unexpectedly vulnerable; his voice came out flat and somewhat pitiful. As long as it remained within acceptable limits, she decided not to press further. Until he fully recovered, Sun Yao would arrange for regular check-ups with a doctor.
If he had been poisoned, there would certainly be signs of it. If there weren’t any signs... well, that would be interesting.
Before Tan Yan came into the picture, Zheng Yicheng had been keen on an arranged marriage with him. Zheng Mengni couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone so stubborn; if he didn’t care for his own body, there was no need for her to meddle.
Tilting her head slightly, she noticed a cardboard box on the bedside table that looked somewhat familiar. Upon recognizing its contents, confusion flickered across her delicate features.
"Why is my stuff in your room?" she asked.
Ye Bing appeared relaxed as he replied, "Oh, the maid brought it over; she said you left it at the hospital."
"Sister, you really have an eye for art," he said while leaning back against the bed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he fixed his gaze intently on Zheng Mengni.
Zheng Mengni smiled modestly, "The painting is of you, so you must feel honored to see it. I paint one every day, and I didn't expect you to care so much about me. Just in case one day the painting happens to be a posthumous portrait, I want to leave something for my mother to remember me by. You wouldn't blame me for infringing on your likeness, would you?"
Ye Bing raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Of course not. I would feel honored to be portrayed by you."
Zheng Mengni maintained her composure, her eyes warm. "I've noticed how you love to take things out of context. Aren't you afraid of tripping over your own words?"
"You misunderstood me," Ye Bing said calmly. "What I meant was, I'm very happy that you can paint me."
"What’s there to be happy about? I told you it's a posthumous portrait."
"I've never been painted by anyone before, especially not by a master like you."
Zheng Mengni generously replied, "If you like it, then it's all yours."
Ye Bing studied her for a moment as he stood by the bed, squinting as if deep in thought. Suddenly, he said, "My admiration for you isn't just flattery. Remember the last time we visited the art exhibition? I didn't expect that in just four months, you've made such rapid progress. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you a genius."
Zheng Mengni's expression stiffened. Throughout her life, she had received many compliments, but no one had ever called her talented. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with reaching her current level; she had worked hard and deserved it. But the word "genius" overshadowed all her efforts.
Zheng Mengni disliked this feeling. She forced a smile and fiddled with the pearls on her bag. "Thank you. If you truly like my paintings, I’m willing to continue painting for you. The portraits from the hospital look so dreary; who would want to remember their own miserable appearance?"
"You find it unbelievable that I've improved so quickly?" she continued. "Then I'll paint another one for Ye Bing, just to silence him."
"I'm not a genius; I’ve earned this skill."
Ye Bing didn’t respond immediately; lost in thought, he realized something and smiled softly. "So that's how it is." He looked back at Zheng Mengni and said with a smile, "I don’t mind at all; I really like them."
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