【Number 23411 entering Instance.】
【System 076 at your service.】
【Scene updating…】
An unfamiliar mechanical voice rang in her ears, clear and cold, completely out of place with the warm and pleasant atmosphere of Love Game.
Jiang Yingxiao’s head felt heavy and dizzy; her legs gave way, and she leaned against the sturdy wall beside her. Her pretty, innocent face brushed against the fine white wall dust, while her long, dark hair, soaked with sweat, clung messily to her skin.
【Shengsonia Academy has welcomed 17 transfer students. They entered this school with aspirations, hoping to secure a guaranteed admission spot at Qinggang University.】
【Clear condition: Leave Shengsonia Academy or survive for seven days.】
【Your identity in this round is: the damp and twisted aristocratic young miss.】
【Live Streaming System activated.】
【Wishing you a pleasant game!】
Light filtered through her eyelids, and the surroundings seemed to brighten. The scent of burnt wood drifted into the girl’s nostrils.
Instinctively, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, her already small face mostly hidden by her slender, pale fingers.
“Cough, cough, cough, cough—”
The chaotic sounds of banging against the wooden door around her suddenly ceased, leaving only her deliberately lightened coughs echoing in the space.
[New streamer? So few viewers.]
[Another one here to die.]
[She’s so pretty, sis.]
[Just look, don’t get attached. Making such loud noises will attract the NPCs.]
[Betting 20,000 Points, black screen within 10 minutes.]
Jiang Yingxiao instinctively opened her eyes, her emerald-green pupils, like demantoid garnets, darting around in alarm.
A few pairs of sneakers were scattered carelessly on the marble floor, the main door was locked from the outside, and all six cubicles were closed from the inside, with clothes draped over two of the doors.
This was… the boys’ changing room?
She had originally been the most popular NPC in Love Game. Almost all players would spend money on her, allowing her to lounge comfortably on soft beds.
Even when she occasionally went on external assignments for cross-game collaborations, she had never experienced treatment like this.
One moment, she was perfectly fine playing with a cat in the garden, and the next, she was swallowed into this strange place—dirty and smelly. She felt as if she had been tainted by the foul odor.
Jiang Yingxiao was dressed in the aristocratic academy uniform. Her slender, pale wrists were slightly irritated and tinged with red, and a misty haze gathered in her beautiful eyes.
Didn’t the System say she was a young miss? Why was she dressed in such poor-quality clothing?
This is so uncomfortable. I really want to go home.
【Obtain a Survival Card to return to the original world.】
So going home requires conditions? It wasn’t a collaboration after all.
“How do I get a Survival Card?” Her lips, moist and soft, pressed together as she opened her mouth in confusion.
Her gaze was innocent and naive; when she asked questions with a dazed look, she resembled a gullible little kitten by the roadside.
The bullet comments froze for a moment before resuming their normal flow.
[…Weakling, actually scared to tears.]
[Baby, let me lick away your tears.]
[Five minutes left. The NPCs will finish changing and come out soon.]
[I’ll raise the bet to 30,000 Points. This useless one will definitely die first.]
Why were these people insulting her? They weren’t friendly at all.
Jiang Yingxiao cursed them quietly in her heart, thinking she would report everyone here once she got back. But outwardly, she only sniffled slightly, her rounded nose tip still tinged with pink.
【Points required to exchange for a Survival Card: 300 million.】
【Player’s accumulated Points: 0.】
【Please keep up the effort.】
She sighed mournfully, pushing against the wall with her fingers as she prepared to stand up. A sudden pounding on the door startled her, making her slump back against the wall, not daring to move an inch.
“Open the door! Hurry up and open it!” The door was hammered frantically. The man outside was likely panicking, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Help, someone help me!”
[Is Yu Chi already starting to kill people this quickly?]
[Dammit, I just bet 30,000 Points on this guy, and now it’s all gone.]
“Aahh!!” No one inside responded to him. The man’s wretched cries pierced through the cracks in the door, echoing down the entire hallway.
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh came from outside the door. Jiang Yingxiao slid to the floor, covering her ears with both hands, her lips trembling.
【Remaining Players: 16.】
【First Death Condition Updated: Usual Score below 40 (out of 100).】
Someone had really died.
[Sigh, what a shame. If she had gone to open the door, the screen would’ve gone black by now.]
She had no time to pay attention to those malicious Bullet Comments. Curling into a ball, she huddled in the corner between the changing room and the wall. It took her a long while to calm down.
The smell of blood seeped in through the door. The girl buried her nose in the collar of her school uniform, staying as still as a little ostrich, quietly waiting for her heart rate to slow down.
Thump, thump.
She had never experienced such a shock in Love Game before.
[Don’t be scared, sweetie 【Donation 10 Points】]
The red font of the Bullet Comment flashed through her mind, clearly captured by Jiang Yingxiao.
Her damp, dark eyelashes fluttered lightly. Muffling her voice, she asked aloud, “What does ‘Donation’ mean?”
【Donations from viewers belong to the player personally and will be settled uniformly after the Instance ends.】
It was probably similar to in-game purchases in her original world.
The girl seemed to understand. Recalling the earlier actions, she mimicked them pitifully, gazing at the empty air before her. “I’m so scared, wuwu.”
This way, she should be able to earn Points quickly and go home.
[Aww, you little dummy 【Donation 10 Points】]
[Let mommy give you a kiss 【Donation 10 Points】]
The Bullet Comments scrolled faster now. Large swathes of red dyed the previously uniform white ordinary comments. Jiang Yingxiao stared intently, counting the Points.
Her not-so-smart brain momentarily forgot the danger outside the door. Her fair, delicate face looked utterly serious.
In the silence, rustling sounds of fabric came from the adjacent changing room, number 1. A jersey was tossed over the partition. She dodged to the side, and the clothes fell to the floor.
So dirty. Jiang Yingxiao swung her little leather shoe and stepped on it, quietly kicking it farther away before shrinking back into the corner.
The boy inside seemed to have a sore throat, coughing and clearing his throat loudly.
[? What’s this NPC doing?]
[Come out and start killing already?? Why pretend to be sick?]
[We can hear you, why aren’t you coming out?]
[Probably caught the scent of a pretty girl, no backbone.]
Jiang Yingxiao snapped back to reality. Taking advantage of the moment he was pulling up his pants, she hid inside a nearby locker.
He wasn’t like the little boys who used to catch her attention before—he was a terrifying murderer. She couldn’t afford to be so willful anymore.
After all, she had only stepped on his clothes, but if he came out, he might just crush her flat.
The girl, tiny as she was, curled up beside a pile of clothes in the locker, her knees pressed until they turned pink. She reached out and touched them—it hurt a little.
Fortunately, there was no strange smell inside the locker, only the familiar scent of jasmine laundry detergent, which comforted her somewhat.
Outside, the door to changing room number 1 opened. The boy stepped out with long strides, his footsteps hitting the floor, making her heart pound like thunder.
Gray trouser legs paused before the wardrobe.
How unlucky—why did I have to hide in his cabinet of all places? He wouldn’t open the door, would he?
Jiang Yingxiao’s heart rose to her throat again as she peeked upward through the crack.
Still an NPC jock.
The boy was shirtless, his muscles tanned dark and solid. One punch from him could probably kill her.
Her eyes darted, trying to glimpse outside with her peripheral vision. If she could swing the door open and startle him, maybe she could escape through the hallway.
But she couldn’t even outrun a Level 1 Sweet Potato Spirit that served as an Experience Bottle in Love Game. The chance of getting away without being caught was practically zero.
The boy crouched down, his hand landing on the handle. From Jiang Yingxiao’s angle, she could clearly see the veins snaking along his upper arm and the firm swell of his pectoral muscles.
[Here it comes, the end is near]
[The slaughter begins]
[Bet right, over in 10 minutes]
[Don’t die, pretty girl]
The girl raised her hands to cover her eyes, holding her breath as much as possible. Her canine teeth pressed into her lips, and her naturally fuller lower lip bounced back slightly.
Not good—her life really was about to end.
But then the boy’s fingers lingered on the handle for a long time, sniffing and rubbing it like he had some kind of fetish, before finally letting go.
“Ahem,” he muttered to himself, his voice sounding like he was holding back a breath. “My clothes are clean today. I won’t change yet.”
His sturdy chest muscles deliberately lingered in front of the crack for a few seconds before he slowly stood up. The boy picked up the shirt with two footprints on it from the floor, slipped it on like it was some kind of treasure, and walked out the door.
The lock on the main door clicked back into place.
[???]
[Lu Duanzhuo, what are you doing?]
[Take it up with my 1-star review]
Jiang Yingxiao let out a small sigh, her pale face glistening with cold sweat.
Thank goodness—that guy didn’t feel like changing clothes today.
But where was it clean? It clearly had the two footprints she’d left on it, all dusty.
This Lu Duanzhuo really wasn’t a clean person.
Before she could finish her thoughts, the familiar electronic voice echoed in her ears again.
【Mission One: Take three photos of Locker Room No. 4.】
【Time Limit: 5 minutes.】
【Mission Reward: 2000 Points.】
“What kind of terrible mission is this? So scary,” Jiang Yingxiao muttered under her breath. “I don’t want to do it.”
Who knew whether the person in the locker room was human or a ghost? He might just use his big fists to beat her to death.
[Her voice is so nice]
[Scold me a few more times]
[Are you done yet? Hurry up and die—I’m waiting to watch Qi Shen’s live stream]
[? If you don’t like it, just leave. No need to be so rude]
The cold electronic voice of 076 stuttered for a moment, as if it had never encountered someone refusing before.
【If the mission is not completed, the game will be considered a failure】
【Once failed, death will be declared.】
【Please complete the mission within the time limit.】
Jiang Yingxiao shot a resentful glare at the Light Sphere floating in the air, thinking that all games were equally awful. Love Game was the same—forcing players to complete missions, or else they couldn’t explore freely.
The girl crawled out of the wardrobe, trying to keep her knees off the ground. Her slender, pale ankles were tucked into little black leather shoes, which made a faint creaking sound as she stepped onto the floor.
[I really want to lick them]
[? That’s disgusting]
[What’s with the perverts here?]
【Reminder: Your mission is to take three photos of Locker Room No. 4】
“Who knows if what I take will be photos or ghost pictures,” she whispered in protest, but her body, valuing her life, obediently moved forward.
She had only watched one horror movie in her entire life and was so terrified by the jump scares that she couldn’t sleep all night. Now, just thinking about going through something similar made her heart race uncontrollably.
Jiang Yingxiao pulled a new model phone from her pocket, smoothly swiped to unlock it, and inched her way toward the door of changing room number 4.
【Mission time remaining: 3 minutes.】
The old wooden door was marked with the Arabic numeral 4 in a bright red font—both eerie and ominous.
At worst, she’d just end up with a few more scary pictures on her phone. She could always delete them right after taking them. Jiang Yingxiao stood still, puffing out her cheeks to comfort herself.
But before she could even crouch down to slide the phone’s camera through the gap, the door unexpectedly swung open from the inside.
A strong, muscular arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in. The man’s scorching body heat seeped through the cheap, coarse school uniform, making her skin tingle with an unbearable itch.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt either.
“You—mmph…”
A rough, large hand covered her soft lips, and a boy’s malicious voice whispered in her ear, “So it was you sneaking photos of me, young miss.”
[He Ming has entered the scene.]
[Finally, it’s about to end.]
[A one-sided slaughter. Boring. I’m out.]
She hadn’t even taken a photo of him yet—she hadn’t managed to capture anything.
Jiang Yingxiao’s warm breath brushed against the broad, calloused palm covering her mouth. He Ming froze for a moment, his jaw tightening, his thin eyelids drooping slightly as he expressionlessly released his grip.
So delicate.
He hadn’t even used much force, yet her pale, delicate chin was already marked with red streaks from his fingers—as if she were faking it or something.
Her clothes carried some disgusting, unidentifiable dog smell that overpowered her originally sweet, cloying scent.
【Mission time remaining: 1 minute.】
The girl instinctively glanced at her palm, only to find it empty.
Where was her phone? How had she even managed to drop the evidence?
Jiang Yingxiao’s alarm bells rang loudly. Panicking, she frantically patted herself down, searching everywhere.
The cramped cubicle was extremely crowded. Her elbow accidentally brushed against the hard abs of the person beside her, who let out a muffled groan of discomfort.
The girl gasped softly, lowering her voice in a meek, submissive tone. “I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hit me.”
He Ming’s gaze fell on her eyelashes. He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, a half-smile playing on his lips as he spoke. “Young miss, you’re not looking for this, are you?”
[He Ming, where’s your knife?]
[Stop searching and just slash already.]
[Bro, why is your knockoff pants moving on its own?]
Jiang Yingxiao looked up, the corners of her eyes reddening with urgency. Her clear, translucent eyes fixed unblinkingly on the object in his hand. “Give it back to me, now.”
Her tone rose at the end, carrying a hint of pitifulness. It sounded less like a plea and more like a command.
【Mission time remaining: 30 seconds.】
“Hurry up, give it to me.” The girl’s snow-white fingers pressed against his wheat-colored waist as she stood on tiptoe, stretching her arm to reach for it, only to be pulled firmly against his chest with one hand.
The freshly washed male body radiated heat, warming her face until it flushed with a rosy hue.
Jiang Yingxiao shifted uncomfortably, her stomach brushing against the knife handle in his pants pocket. Instantly, she froze.
Oh no, was she going to get stabbed before she could even complete her mission?
“Young miss, this is how you take a photo.” He Ming exhaled a warm breath, opened the front-facing camera, and aimed it at their intertwined bodies. Even the phone’s built-in filter couldn’t hide the stark contrast in their skin tones.
【Mission countdown: 5, 4, 3…】
“Click.”
【Mission complete. Congratulations to Player Number 23411 for earning 2000 Points.】
Author’s Note:
Starting a new story!
Content Warnings:
The entire story follows this writing style—mothering the female lead, fixating on the female lead.
Genuinely vulgar preferences—either fantasizing about the female lead or constantly on the way to fantasizing about her.
The female lead is very foolish, with no connection to intelligence throughout the story.
Please don’t scold this Ying Xiao baby—if you must scold someone, scold me instead.