Not All An's Are the Female Lead, Some Are Villains

Qin Luming bought a popsicle, checked the production date, peeled off the plastic wrapper, bit the top, held the stick, twisted it to break it open, and then put it in his mouth, sucking on the cool juice.

Most of the popsicles sold now were leftovers from last year's hot season. The winters in the south were not like those in the north. In the north, fresh popsicles and ice cream were sold everywhere on the streets during winter... Qin Luming hadn't spent a winter in the north for a long time and didn't know if it was still the same.

Look at the weather in the south. It's already March, but it still feels like we haven't left the frozen grip of winter.

There was a promotional poster for a lecture at the school gate, which also advertised related books and materials. The author of "The 5G Era" was Xiang Ligang. Qin Luming bought a copy to read and understand the upcoming era.

However, his mind was not on this. While technology was the foundation of civilization, divine arts were still effective... or perhaps divine arts were a manifestation of technology that humans on Earth had not yet understood?

It was astonishing that the settings fabricated by online novel authors like Ma Shilong could actually be fully realized in reality. It could only be said that the laws of time, space, and the existence of matter far exceeded humanity's limited scientific research capabilities.

But human imagination is limitless. Perhaps this was the real-world manifestation of "everything that humans can imagine must exist."

Qin Luming took the brochure handed to him by a student participating in the event and walked towards the classroom he had to attend today, flipping through it.

In front of the teaching building, there was a public notice board with many photos of students about to participate in an election. The notice board had a sentence: "We welcome supervision from all teachers and students. If you have any objections to the candidates, you can send an email to the review committee. The committee will carefully consider and thoroughly review your opinions."

Qin Luming's gaze fell on a photo in the center of the first row.

The photo showed a girl with a pure smile, simple makeup, a pure white shirt, and light pink lips. Her eyes and brows exuded a dignified and elegant temperament... This was just an ID photo, and she was probably even more stunning in person. Below the photo was the girl's name: An Chacha.

It was a very cute name, easily evoking spring, tea gardens, lush greenery, fragrance, tea-picking girls, and many related poems and articles.

Qin Luming's lips curved upwards involuntarily, revealing a hint of emotion as he was lost in memories.

He took out his phone and began to write an email:

"Dear members of the review committee, I am Qin Luming, a 2017 student from the Accounting Department. I am reporting An Chacha under my real name, stating that she is not a suitable candidate. An Chacha has had a violent and malicious personality since childhood and often participated in school bullying incidents. In kindergarten, she claimed to be the boss of the kindergarten, and even the nannies and the principal had to obey her every command. Otherwise, she would throw tantrums and order other children to cry with her. The entire kindergarten, due to her influence, succumbed to her tyranny."

"When An Chacha started elementary school, she did not restrain herself. Instead, she became even worse, proclaiming herself the number one elementary school student in the world. Every day, she would randomly select a boy and force him to wear a skirt to school. She made twelve boys and eight girls arrive at the school gate early to greet her. She organized a group whose criminal targets were copying homework and playing pranks on school leaders, teachers, and good students. Eventually, she was stopped by a school director with the same background as hers... that is, her relative."

"By the seventh grade, An Chacha began to mock others' physical characteristics for fun, especially targeting overweight people. Any boy or girl who was slightly overweight was ridiculed by her... As late as January this year, she was still claiming on foreign social media that fat people should be locked up like pandas because they are undisciplined and gluttonous. Only by confining them in zoos and controlling their diets could they be prevented from consuming too many social resources due to excessive obesity... Relevant screenshots are attached."

"I testify from personal experience. In junior high school, I was slightly overweight due to an illness, and I was constantly bullied and ridiculed by her. I even came to hate my original name and changed it to my current one, leaving an indelible psychological scar... Natures are harder to change than mountains. An Chacha is now better at disguising herself, but her inner self is still enthusiastic about spreading negativity. She is a reckless bastard with no empathy. I ask the review committee to consider this carefully. I am willing to bear the burden of proof for my statements."

Qin Luming calmly sent the email to the official email address of the review committee. In the spirit of responsibility to all teachers and students, and in recognition of the principles of fairness, justice, and openness, Qin Luming found the email addresses of the committee members on the school website and sent them one by one. Seeing that a few committee members seemed to be outstanding individuals in the world of obesity, he felt even more reassured.

The school was quite large, with several campuses located in the northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest of City A. If it weren't for this school-wide election, Qin Luming wouldn't have known that An Chacha was at the same school as him.

This person had always been a nightmare for Qin Luming during his childhood. Because they were relatives, he attended schools under the education group founded by his own family. They weren't in the same kindergarten year, but he attended the same elementary and junior high school. Later, Qin Luming had to suspend his studies for three years due to an injury to his hands that required treatment. He thought he could avoid this scoundrel, but he never expected to be at the same university... Fortunately, Qin Luming was only a sophomore, while An Chacha was a senior about to graduate, and would be leaving this school soon.

It was truly fortunate that he hadn't encountered this guy at all during his entire freshman year and the first semester of his sophomore year... Qin Luming couldn't help but sigh.

But since she was about to leave the school, why was he provoking her? Thinking of this, Qin Luming felt a little regretful. However, seeing An Chacha looking so respectable, he felt compelled to say something.

Moreover, times had changed. He was no longer the chubby kid who was bullied by An Chacha when he was young. If An Chacha dared to act arrogantly in front of him again, he wouldn't mind leaving her with another lifelong shadow.

Qin Luming and An Chacha were relatives, but this relationship was a bit distant... When he was young, Qin Luming even suspected that An Chacha was a child found in a trash heap. Otherwise, with her two sisters being like celestial beings, how could this youngest sister be so detested by everyone?

Qin Luming felt pleased with himself for disgusting An Chacha... During the public announcement period of such an election, having someone reported under their real name, even for past misdeeds, would have a significant impact on her.

Even if An Chacha managed to resolve the issue in the end and was successfully elected, it would be enough for her to be furious in private.

Just as Qin Luming was about to enter the teaching building, his phone alerted him that his "Writer's Assistant" had received a text notification.

This was an app used to publish articles on the website. Qin Luming casually clicked on it to check. The website had sent him a text message reminding him that his novel had reached the signing standard and asking him to add the editor's contact information.

"After the clouds clear, the moon will shine." Qin Luming exclaimed, clenching his fist. It must be the reward for his righteous act just now.