Original novel actually has no real female lead. The male lead has never loved anyone else. The “plot the female reader saw” has hidden reasons—explained later in the story~
Both leads are clean (emotionally and physically).
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“I hope I’m helping you. I’m sorry for bringing you here without permission.”
This was the first sentence Shi Ran heard after arriving in this world.
In her previous life, Shi Ran had been bedridden for a long time. Doctors had already declared she would not live past 20.
Even so, her parents insisted on continuing treatment.
But she could feel her life slipping away, thinking she would die just like that—only to end up here instead.
So… in a way, it was helping her.
As for the “sorry” part…
Yes, this world was a novel—one she had read out of boredom while lying in bed in her previous life, called “The Apocalyptic Big Shot’s Strong Little White Lotus.”
Whether the heroine was really “strong” was debatable, but throwing a terminally ill girl into a world full of man-eating zombies—was that supposed to mean dying of illness was better than dying in pain? Was she supposed to be grateful?
Thanks, but no thanks. She really couldn’t be strong about this at all. That was pretty sorry indeed.
Shi Ran suddenly opened her eyes on the soft bed.
Wait—how did she even know she had transmigrated?
A sharp pain suddenly struck her mind, followed by ringing in her ears.
Fragments of memory flooded in…
The original owner was also called Shi Ran, an orphan adopted at age five by a wealthy couple.
But they only adopted her because their son was seriously ill, and they believed adopting a child would bring good karma.
After their son’s condition improved, they gradually ignored her.
After the original owner finished the college entrance exam, they gave her a normal apartment and a small car, then cut all contact.
Now Shi Ran was a sophomore university student—and this shy girl had quietly died in that apartment.
The memories were blurry, incomplete, fragmented.
Shi Ran snapped back to reality, briefly hoping she had remembered wrong.
After all, Shi Ran wasn’t even a character in this apocalypse novel.
Before she could even smile at her new life, a giant red countdown appeared before her eyes:
Apocalypse Countdown: 31 days
It lasted five seconds, then disappeared along with the pain.
Shi Ran checked her phone—it was May 1st, Labor Day holiday.
Thirty days later would be the exact beginning of the apocalypse in the novel.
Yes. The “happy” Children’s Day apocalypse start.
Thinking of this, Shi Ran felt a chill down her spine.
Alright… she really did transmigrate.
So the first voice she heard earlier must have been the transmigration system, right?
She had never eaten pork, but she had seen pigs run before.
Shi Ran started calling out in the room:
“System? System, are you there? I transmigrated—come out please!”
Silence.
Uh… okay, polite but embarrassing.
Was it telepathy?
She closed her eyes and tried again mentally.
Still nothing.
She had to admit it—she came here completely empty-handed.
No system. No cheat ability. Nothing.
Seriously? How was she supposed to survive the apocalypse alone?
She really didn’t know, and she didn’t dare ask.
Eventually, Shi Ran slumped onto the bed, staring at the mirror beside it—and froze.
The girl in the mirror had short, glossy black hair falling to her collarbone, slightly curled at the ends.
One side was tucked behind her ear, revealing a delicate, fair face. Her cheeks had a soft pink glow, and paired with dimples, she looked sweet and innocent.
Her round eyes curved like crescent moons. A small mole sat under her right eye’s soft under-eye puff. Her nose was small and straight. Her lips looked like ripe peaches—soft, pink, and tempting.
A perfect “good girl” appearance.
Shi Ran’s gaze shifted slightly.
If she could live a normal life, maybe this is what she would have looked like.
Unfortunately, her previous life had left her weak and pale, drained of vitality.
As someone who skimmed novels like flowing water, Shi Ran wasn’t interested in this one at all.
The male lead was Zhou Nuocheng, whose grandfather held a high position in Beijing.
After becoming an adult, he formed his own team and took on dangerous missions. When the apocalypse broke out, they were already outside on assignment. On their way back, they passed through a base in South Qing City and picked up the female lead, Lin Yuyan, then headed to Beijing.
The “strong little white lotus” proceeded to repeatedly cause trouble while being protected by the main group.
Shi Ran skimmed ahead: surviving death, reaching Beijing, then turning into a drama-filled palace-style power struggle.
Sorry, she had other people for palace dramas.
She didn’t even finish reading the ending—she could guess it with her feet.
She had already dropped the novel when the heroine started saving everyone she met. Her heart couldn’t handle it.
But seriously—this ridiculous world—could it open its eyes?
What use was she, a background extra, holding this script?
Where was the protagonist? Where was a leg to hug?
Even a minor villain would be better.
Villains could survive if they behaved. Ordinary people couldn’t survive at all.
No money. No background. Why not just drop her directly into a safe base?
Whatever. She’d rely on herself. This nonsense plot—she didn’t need it.
She quickly accepted reality without lingering sadness.
Knock knock knock—knock knock knock!
Urgent knocking sounded at the door.
“Ranran! Ranran, are you home?!”
A girl’s voice came from outside, anxious and teary.
Shi Ran opened the door and was immediately hugged tightly.
“Ranran, sob sob sob—you scared me to death! You said on the phone ‘take care of yourself’—I thought something happened to you!”
Ye Shuyao clung to her tightly, crying like a spoiled child who had lost candy.
“I’m fine, Yao Yao… let go, I can’t breathe.”
Shi Ran knew this was the original owner’s best friend—the only friend she had. She had gone abroad under family arrangements during high school.
When she returned and found Shi Ran still in Y Province attending Y University, she happily pulled strings to transfer there too. They were inseparable in college.
But why did the original owner call her before?
Did she know she was going to die? Suicide?
But there were no signs or tools in the apartment…
Strange. Why wasn’t there any memory of that?
Unable to figure it out, Shi Ran pushed the thought aside.
No matter what, she must never reveal that she transmigrated. She had to adapt quickly and not rely on any “plot advantage.” Otherwise, she might die from stupidity before the apocalypse even began.
Ye Shuyao finally let go, her wavy chestnut hair falling over her shoulders. Her beautiful face was flushed, lips slightly parted as she caught her breath.
Tears still hung at the corner of her eyes, making her look pitiful.
“You’re not allowed to scare me again, or I’ll wake you up at 5 a.m. crowing like a rooster on your bed!”
…Okay. That was extreme.
“Ranran, what are your plans for the May holiday? Five days off—you want to travel? I’ll go anywhere with you.”
Ye Shuyao sat casually on the sofa, already tearing open snacks like it was her own home.
Shi Ran looked at her for a full minute, as if mentally preparing herself for something huge.
Just as Ye Shuyao was about to speak, Shi Ran finally said:
“Yao Yao… let’s not go to school anymore. The apocalypse is coming.”