Did I Argue with the Second Male Lead Today?

My next novel is How to Tame the Academy's Bad Cat. See the blurb at the end. Please add it to your reading list~

Lian Qiao transmigrated into a book. Her mission:

1. Maintain her villainess persona: torment the heroine, steal the male lead, and generally cause trouble.

2. Stop the tragic, beautiful, and powerful second male lead, Xie Feiyu, from turning evil, falling to demonic corruption, and getting killed.

Lian Qiao's response?

"That's it? I could handle this with my eyes closed!"

And so, the main cast's troubles began.

She hooked a finger around the icy male lead's sword tassel and teased him: "How about sharing a room with me... Name your price?"

She linked arms with the sunny heroine and whispered conspiratorially: "Your suitor A is just as handsome as the male lead. Why don't we keep them both?"

Of course, the one she messed with the most was the volatile, easily corrupted, crazy second male lead. Lian Qiao was either getting on his nerves or on her way to doing so.

"Don't feel insecure just because you've fallen for me."

"Being chosen from among so many people to be my pillow is your good fortune!"

"See? Without me, you can't even stay alive~"

Xie Feiyu, who had been fed a parasitic bond bug and literally couldn't stay alive without her: ...

Rather than exhausting herself following the second male lead around like a kindergarten teacher and stopping him from fighting (crossed out) turning evil, Lian Qiao decided to feed him one parasitic bond bug, so he could stay right under her nose and wreak havoc to his heart's content.

Later...

Xie Feiyu fixed his blood-red, slit-pupiled eyes on her.

"You're so confident, Miss. Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

Lian Qiao sighed and drew her outer robe around herself, hiding the red marks on her neck.

"What's so good about a child who spends all day fighting and killing? Come talk to me once your puppy teeth marks have faded."

[Reader's Guide]

◆ One-on-one romance, happy ending

◆ A gloomy, crazy, but tamed attack dog x a self-assured young lady who never second-guesses herself

#SheWasSupposedToBeTheVillainousSaviorSoHowDidSheRaiseAHumanAccessoryOutOfAHimboPsycho

Cover artist: @Ao Wants to Sleep

---- Upcoming Novel: How to Tame the Academy's Bad Cat ----

Academy's biggest troublemaker x naive, clingy girl

Nearly every teacher at Yongtong Academy considered Cui Zhaoye its number-one menace.

He climbed walls to fight, skipped class to ride horses, and did everything the rules forbade.

The young ladies of Luoyang all gave him a wide berth, until one day he leapt down from a wall and beat up a creep who was stalking a girl.

Then that girl wouldn't leave him alone.

Lu Jingque was a young lady from Chang'an.

With almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, gold thread embroidered the hems of her skirts and sleeves. From head to toe, she looked like someone who had never lifted a finger around the house.

When he climbed walls, she followed with a little stool. When he skipped class, she took notes for him. When he fought, she cheered if he won and applied medicine if he lost.

Cui Zhaoye grew so annoyed by her clinginess that he bared his canine teeth to threaten her.

"Follow me again and I'll beat you up too."

But the girl only blinked, completely unafraid.

"Cui Zhaoye, did you know? When you act all fierce, you look just like a kitten. It's adorable!"

Later, Cui Zhaoye learned that Lu Jingque had only approached him because his eyes resembled those of someone she once knew.

All the special treatment she had shown him was simply because he was a stand-in.

But by then, it was too late. This girl had become honey laced with poison, an obsession he couldn't let go of. She seemed like prey caught by the nape, but in truth, she was the hunter who had already seized his most vulnerable spot.

Even if he was just a stand-in, he was happy to play the part.

---- Upcoming Novel: How to Get the Best in the World into Bed ----

At twelve years old, Shi He began having prophetic dreams.

In them, a girl named Rong Zhizi was extraordinarily talented, dazzlingly brilliant, and destined to reach the pinnacle of the immortal sects, achieve divine transformation, and forge her own path.

And in those dreams, he seemed to be her plaything, entirely at her mercy.

She hooked a finger into his sash and praised him with a smile. "Such a good boy."

She pinned him between the bookshelves in the library and kissed him. "You wouldn't want anyone else finding out about this, would you?"

She deliberately showed up while he was practicing swordplay, tracing a finger over his Adam's apple. "Your swordplay is beautiful. I wonder... are other parts of you just as beautiful?"

To escape this fate, Shi He trained day and night until he became the greatest in the world, unmatched throughout the entire cultivation realm.

He had already made up his mind: if he ever encountered Rong Zhizi, he would strike first and eliminate the threat for good.

*

But fate was unpredictable. His master suddenly passed away, leaving behind a prophecy with his dying breath:

"One year from now, the greatest in the world will be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao."

Shi He was ordered to bring back his master's orphaned daughter, who had been left in the mortal world.

Her name was Rong Zhizi.

*

Rong Zhizi discovered that her senior brother Shi He, who was said to be cold-hearted and devoted only to the Dao, treated her very differently.

He personally guided her through Foundation Establishment, taught her everything he had learned, and even spared no effort to find rare spiritual medicines for her.

Grateful, she said with heartfelt sincerity:

"Thank you, Senior Brother. You're such a good person!"

"I would've been in such trouble if you hadn't helped me!"

"You're different from everyone else in our sect. You're the most special."

*

At first, Shi He only wanted her to take the tribulation meant for him.

But later, Shi He thought:

What's wrong with being a kept man? The man who isn't loved is the real loser.

Theme: Good and evil are determined by one's choices, not by fate.