The Flirty Cannon Fodder Lifts Her Skirt, and the Young Masters Fight for the Throne

[Transmigrate into a Book + Everyone's Favorite + Beloved by All + Alluring Beauty]

Sheng Tang transmigrated into a novel about a cutthroat aristocratic academy, becoming a cannon-fodder supporting female character destined to be utterly destroyed.

The five top-tier power players who ran the student council were heirs at the very top of the university's social pyramid.

In the original story, Sheng Tang was merely a clumsy substitute for the male leads' beloved girl, a lowly stepping-stone for the lucky heroine on her way to the top.

It seemed her only purpose was to make others shine. In the end, the whole school despised her, and her reputation was ruined.

Sheng Tang: "..."

She was supposed to inherit the family fortune with ease and lie flat.

If being gentle, virtuous, and modest only got her cast as cannon fodder, then she'd become a siren who turned everyone's heads, steal every opportunity meant for the original heroine, and thrive on campus.

*

The alluring beauty cast a sidelong glance, and the heartthrobs who once looked down on her swallowed hard, fought over her, and raised her to a pedestal.

The student council president stayed up all night, his voice hoarse as he leaned against the edge of her desk.

The refined finance hotshot smiled warmly, while his folder was full of the lace hair ties she'd taken off.

The school chairman's only son held an unlit cigarette between his teeth, lowered his head to tie her shoelaces, then let his fingertips slide two inches up her ankle.

The racing club president put a helmet on her head and kissed her through the glass.

The genius academic stared at the little mole on the back of her neck, repeatedly writing "want to touch" a hundred times on paper.

*

The original heroine cried and asked which of them they loved. All five heartthrobs answered in unison: "Sheng Tang!"

Sheng Tang lounged in a velvet seat in the lecture hall, her slender fingers twirling a lock of hair as her red lips curled into a smile:

"What's the rush? One at a time."