My name is Song Yunwei. I come from a wealthy family and attend Shengdelan Noble Academy.
After I cracked my head during the high school's second-year sports meet, my world started acting strange.
For instance, the words “male second lead” appeared above the head of my childhood friend, the school heartthrob who never loses an argument with me but watched me nervously in the infirmary.
For instance, the gentle and refined student council president, a senior I've had a crush on for ages who keeps his distance from me, now had a “male lead” status bar above his head.
For instance, my gloomy deskmate, with his stunning looks and supposedly powerful family background, who skips class three days a week without anyone batting an eye, had become a “villain who turns evil.”
There was also a special-admission student with excellent grades, a cute apple-shaped face, and a fondness for white dresses. She was apparently the “female lead.”
None of this was normal. Worse still, I looked in the mirror and saw four words floating above my head: “expendable female supporting character.”
What?
How come Si Zejun gets to be the male second lead, while I get stuck as an expendable extra? Something has to be wrong.
While I was wondering whether to make an appointment with a neurologist or an ophthalmologist, something claiming to be a System told me that I was actually an expendable female supporting character in a noble-school Mary Sue novel. I was a school beauty with nothing but good looks and no talent, a background character among the many who served as foils for the female lead.
Recalling how I mysteriously messed up every exam, I believed it.
There are plenty of men in this world, but you can't afford to fail your exams. Once I'm in college, I'm sure I'll find someone better!
To escape my role as a mere foil in the original plot, I teamed up with the System and bound myself to a fortune-telling test tool. I worked hard running a fortune-telling booth on the school's anonymous forum. After all my efforts, the predictions from the mysterious W's booth became a sensation on the forum.
According to the System, all I had to do was guide the female lead in matters of the heart when she visited the booth, help the male and female leads get together, and then bow out gracefully.
But I waited and waited, and instead of the female lead, three people who weren't supposed to be there showed up.
The school heartthrob, usually so arrogant, blushed awkwardly. “Mysterious one, tell me whether the girl I like has someone in her heart right now.”
“Wei... Hello, W.” The student council president's eyes were gentle as he asked softly, “There's a girl who used to like me, I think, but she's been cold to me lately. I want to know if there's any way to make things right.”
My gloomy deskmate's stunning profile was hidden beneath his hood. His pale, slender fingers pushed a stack of bills through the anonymous window. “I'll pay more if I need to. Tell me how I can run into her by chance this weekend.”
It's fine, I told myself. If the female lead won't come, helping the male lead's romance along is just as good.
“...” But can someone tell me why the answer displayed by the tool is always my name?
That's strange. Let me take another look.
[The blurb is written in first person; the main text is written in third person.]
[The cover uses a purchased template, and its character art is not unique.]
Reader's guide:
* No romance before the characters are of age. The ending is one-on-one.
* This noble academy setting includes many original elements, so don't compare it to an ordinary high school.
* This is not anti-Mary Sue. It may be cheesy and awkward, and none of the characters are perfect. No need to tell me if you drop the story.
The first version of this blurb was screenshotted on January 17, 2023. It may be revised again.
Intention: Live earnestly