Background Character A Logs On

In the quiet campus, a post suddenly shot to the top of the trending list.

Subject: [Explosive] Help! There are weirdos every year, but this year there are especially many!!!

OP: [I came to use the bathroom on the south side today, and guess what! That special admission student surnamed J was hiding here reading. He's got his peace and quiet, while the student council people are going crazy looking for him.]

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2nd floor: [I'm early. One look at the title and I knew who the weirdo was. Who doesn't know who's behind the student council? And a special admission student who can't even afford tuition dared to provoke him.]

3rd floor: [I'm dying. That's what he gets for showing off. He offended F4 on the first day of school, then dragged another special admission student away in front of everyone. How's Easton Academy supposed to save face after that?]

4th floor: [OP, keep a close eye on him. Don't let him run away, and take a few more pictures. I bet three incense sticks the student council will be there any minute! (A moment of silence)]

5th floor: [Agreed with the 4th floor. Waiting for the show to begin!]

In no time, the post had racked up more than a hundred replies.

Jimo frowned slightly as he read. The silver glow of the screen made his profile look even more aloof. His slender fingers paused, then he went back and opened the picture the OP had posted.

The photo was clearly taken on the sly. A young man was leaning slightly against the sink, holding a book and reading quietly.

Although the picture was somewhat blurry, it was easy to see that his features were exquisite.

Jimo's gaze rested on the young man's school badge. Surrounded by a ring of bauhinia flowers, a white crane spread its wings, a ruby held in its beak like a drop of bright red blood on his chest.

Jimo touched his own school badge. Its sapphire glittered under the light.

Except for special admission students, all the other students had sapphires on their badges. Such blatant differential treatment could only be described as deeply malicious.

Just then, a voice rang out urgently in Jimo's mind. [That's him! The male lead, Jiang Wangshu, has appeared. Host, he's the one you're supposed to protect!]

[...]

A week ago, Jimo had transmigrated into a top-tier Mary Sue novel called "The Alliance's Number One Darling: The Rich Young Masters All Love Me," becoming an inconspicuous background character.

The book had spent a third of its length showcasing the protagonist Jiang Wangshu's personal charm, even though, early on, he was like a rat scurrying across the street at school, with everyone calling for him to be beaten.

But precisely because of that, his unyielding spirit and refusal to bow to power stood out, making him like a little white flower blooming in the mud.

The flower's fragrance had also succeeded in drawing the attention of all four members of F4.

After a period of push and pull between them,

the moment F4 spoke the classic line—"He's different from everyone else!"

marked the end of their bullying.

They also gave away their hearts.

The four of them officially embarked on the long road of chasing their wife.

From then on, the protagonist's and F4's positions began to reverse.

After listening, Jimo was puzzled. [You just said protect? It has a happy ending, so it doesn't sound like I need to interfere.]

The system said, [Host, there's something you don't know. That's just how it looks on the surface. It sounds wonderful, doesn't it?]

[In reality, the gap in status between Jiang Wangshu and F4 was too great. After graduation, even his job was arranged by F4.]

[Reality is reality. The Alliance's four great families would never allow their heirs to marry a mere commoner. By the time Jiang Wangshu came to his senses, he discovered that the people who had once sworn they loved him had turned around and married wives of matching status.]

[Realizing how terribly he had been deceived, Jiang Wangshu wanted to leave, but his personal freedom was restricted. Even though he regretted it, he couldn't escape. In the end, he took an extreme path and killed himself in a bathtub.]

Jimo summed it up. [So as long as I keep F4 from taking an interest in the male lead and avoid that tragic ending, the mission is complete?]

[Yes.]

His phone vibrated, bringing Jimo back to the present. The OP had posted several more pictures in quick succession.

Jimo frowned.

In that short time, the student council had already found him.

The small bathroom was already packed with people. Members in student council uniforms surrounded Jiang Wangshu.

Jiang Wangshu pressed his lips together stubbornly. Even through the photo, his defiance was palpable.

The system reacted strongly to the photo. [Host, let's hurry. If we're any later, the protagonist will be pushed to the floor and have a bucket of water dumped over him. Finally, they'll take a top-tier little white flower photo.]

[He'll look so utterly broken and pitiful. F4's initial interest in him began with that photo.]

[So you absolutely can't let them take it!]

Inside the bathroom, Jiang Wangshu kept his face tense, watching the group from the student council warily.

"What are you doing? I didn't do anything to you."

Everyone present seemed amused by his words, and laughter broke out.

"Hahaha, turns out he's a coward. After he made Brother Yi lose face in public, I thought he had some backbone."

Huang Zhenghao narrowed his eyes and, without another word, swung a fist at him.

Jiang Wangshu lost his footing and fell. He grunted and tried to get up, but Huang Zhenghao stepped on him, pinning him down so he couldn't move.

"Glare at me with those dog eyes again, and I'll gouge them out."

Jiang Wangshu lowered his eyes.

Ever since these people had set their sights on him, Jiang Wangshu hadn't had a single peaceful day. He had never doubted how cruel they could be. There was nothing they wouldn't do.

"Bro, look, he really doesn't dare look at you anymore. Hahaha."

Grinning, Huang Zhenghao patted Jiang Wangshu's cheek. "That's more like it. A rat that crawled out of the slums should stay out of people's way and spend its life crawling around in the dark sewers..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wangshu jerked his head up and spat in his face.

When Jimo reached the south side, he could hear the commotion coming from the bathroom even from a distance.

He'd made it in time.

This teaching building had yet to be put into use, and few people came here normally. Without the slightest hesitation, Jimo strode toward the women's bathroom, wrapping his uniform around his fist in layer after layer as he went.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crash—"

After several heavy blows, the fire sprinkler system's control equipment was completely destroyed, and the alarm rang throughout the building.

Jimo put his clothes back on, quietly left the women's bathroom, and slipped into the crowd without drawing attention.

Huang Zhenghao, having been spat in the face, was furious and had just been about to beat Jiang Wangshu to death.

Just then, water sprayed from the ceiling, drenching the group and leaving them frozen in place.

Huang Zhenghao quickly came to his senses and roared, "Fuck, what the hell? Where's the fire? Go check it out."

Huang Zhenghao stood up and turned to see someone skulking in the back with a phone. He walked over and smacked it away. "Pictures, pictures, pictures! Get the fuck out!"

"Yes, yes, sorry."

The phone fell into the water, but the person didn't dare pick it up. Bent over, he bowed repeatedly and slipped out the back door.

"Bro, we looked around. There's no fire. The new teaching building probably hasn't been fully fitted out yet, and the alarm system malfunctioned."

Huang Zhenghao's brows were tightly knitted, and water dripped from his hair, making him look even more menacing. He glared at Jiang Wangshu. "Idiot, what a great place you picked."

Seeing that Huang Zhenghao was about to kick him, Jimo hurried out of the crowd, fear in his eyes. "I—I just saw security on their way over."

His cowardly appearance didn't arouse the slightest suspicion in Huang Zhenghao.

"Fuck." Huang Zhenghao pulled down his collar and glanced at Jiang Wangshu. "I'll deal with you next time. Let's go!"

Once everyone had scattered, Jimo immediately dropped his expression. He bent down and picked up the phone someone had left behind.

When he opened it, the forum was already on the screen, full of onlookers waiting for live updates. Jimo's fingers moved slightly.

After doing that, Jimo breathed a sigh of relief. Forget the photo—he had deleted the entire post.

He thought for a moment, then turned on the faucet and threw the phone into the sink.

"Drip!"

Jimo turned around and met a wary gaze.

Jiang Wangshu lay on the floor, struggling to support himself on his arms. He was soaked through, his damp eyes carrying a trace of tragic beauty. His school uniform had been pulled and torn to shreds, making one's heart ache with pity.

He really is a top-tier little white flower! Jimo thought.

Just look at him!

No wonder he could make all of F4 fall head over heels for him!

Then he heard the top-tier little white flower speak.

"Pah! Student council's lackey!"

Jimo: "?"

Wait, excuse me?