Chapter 002: Ye Zhen, Try Disobeying Me?
These were legs clad in white stockings, straight and slender.
The leather shoes on her feet were the school's standard-issue style. On others, they looked bulky, but on her, they fit perfectly—almost like a bespoke design.
These were Ye Fuli's legs.
As the female lead in Feng Aotian, Ye Fuli possessed physical attributes so flawless they couldn't be more perfect. She carried an alluring fragrance—cool, mysterious, and meant to be admired from afar, never approached lightly.
In the original story, Ye Fuli's personality was aloof and reclusive.
She dislikes physical contact. Despite the male leads and supporting characters lavishing attention on her, she remains utterly unmoved, refusing even to let them touch her hand.
She disliked sweets, avoided social gatherings, and never skipped class…
Yet now, Ye Fuli was biting into a piece of white chocolate, her head bowed as she watched Ye Zhen kneel on one knee, meticulously polishing her shoes.
Ding-dong-ding-dong—
The final class bell had already rung.
Ye Fuli showed no intention of leaving to return to class.
Ye Zhen's face was flushed crimson.
For a male soul who had been bedridden for ten years, how could he possibly endure being this close to such a beautiful girl?
Ye Zhen felt frustrated with himself. He was such a wimp.
Bullied like this, and he hadn't even gotten angry or fought back!
"Massage my legs. I just finished my physical fitness test and I'm exhausted."
Ye Fuli placed her hand on Ye Zhen's shoulder, slowly flicking the long hair by her ear and playing with the strands.
"Ye Zhen. Are you angry? If you are, try fighting back. How about it? I like enemies with spirit."
As she spoke, her hand closed around Ye Zhen’s nape, as if waiting for Ye Zhen’s resistance so she could deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
The slightly chilled fingers sent an unexpected shiver through Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen stared at those long, white-stockinged legs. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hands on them and began to press gently.
"Stop pretending. Use some technique, Miss Ye Zhen."
Pretending? Ye Zhen wasn't pretending at all!
She pressed hard on the other's pressure points, as if resisting the other's bullying.
Ye Fuli propped her chin in her hand, watching Ye Zhen with narrowed eyes that concealed a cold, sharp glint.
"So you really are angry, huh?"
With that, she handed Ye Zhen the half-eaten chocolate bar.
On it, there was a small bite mark from her teeth.
Ye Zhen stared at the tiny bite mark, a wave of confusion washing over her. What was this? Giving someone leftovers?
Ah, from the original owner's perspective, this was definitely an insult.
But she wasn't the original Ye Zhen anymore, and her orientation was still straight male… So, was this still an insult?
Ye Zhen felt a bit lost.
The white chocolate in her hand gave off a sweet, cloying aroma.
Should she eat it or not?
"Eat it," Ye Fuli commanded. "Not a single crumb left behind."
……
……
Leaving Room 203 of C Church, Ye Fuli walked ahead while Ye Zhen followed behind.
At that moment, Ye Zhen realized just how tall this Phoenix-defying Heavenly Maiden truly was!
Oh, wait.
It wasn't that the female lead was tall—it was that she herself had shrunk.
Damn it, five feet tall…
A stick-thin frame, just a pure little loli.
Now eighteen, she definitely had no room left to grow.
As for Yefuri, she's got the perfect older sister figure. Comics are exaggerated to begin with, but I never expected her to perfectly replicate the comic's proportions.
At least 5'7"!
Her legs are super long!
Her ample bosom was so overwhelming it was hard to look directly at her.
Ye Zhen felt like crying. She realized that Feng Aotian, standing before her, perfectly embodied her aesthetic preferences.
"Right now, you must be glaring at me with eyes full of hatred."
Ye Fuli suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She could feel the scorching gaze on her back.
As someone who had been reborn, she knew that her younger sister Ye Zhen—who had targeted her relentlessly and acted like a complete fool in her previous life—must be seething with hatred right now.
"It's fine. I accept your hatred."
Ye Fuli turned her head and shot Ye Zhen a contemptuous glance.
"If you think you have the guts, go ahead and try to get revenge on me."
Ye Zhen shook her head. "I don't want to take revenge on you."
Hearing this, Ye Fuli smiled. "Of course, you have the right to be stubborn."
Ye Zhen: "…"
Ugh, did she really look like she was putting up a front? She genuinely just didn't have the energy for this!
Forget it, forget it. Better to keep my distance from the heroine. That’s the safest bet.
As a proper Mary Sue protagonist, Ye Fuli consistently topped the school rankings year after year, scoring near perfect marks in every subject.
Beyond academics, she excelled in nearly every athletic discipline, particularly combat arts!
As for her life skills…
Well, Ye Zhen couldn't say.
In the manga, there was a scene where Ye Fuli cooked instant noodles—who knows if that's all she can do.
But that's beside the point.
The point is, Ye Fuli—whose grades are off the charts—is in Class A, the top elite class.
As for Ye Zhen, whose grades are abysmal, she's stuck in Class F—the bottom-tier make-up class.
So for now, they're separated between two different school buildings.
Ye Fuli glared at her coldly and said, "Wait for me here after school. If you dare disobey, you know the consequences."
"Ah, okay…"
Ye Zhen had no choice but to agree.
At this moment, she was completely at a disadvantage, with no room to escape, let alone resist.
Returning to her classroom as if fleeing a disaster, Ye Zhen resumed her attempts to communicate with the system.
[Host! Results are in.]
"Speak."
[Reporting to Host: All indications suggest Ye Fuli has likely reincarnated with her memories intact.]
"Ah, so it was true."
Ye Zhen couldn't help but press her hand to her forehead.
That was the only possibility!
Otherwise, why would she stare at me with such hatred in her eyes?
"My survival difficulty just skyrocketed! You worthless system, aren't you going to do something? Can you give me some support? Ten million? Twenty million? That's not too little. A hundred million? Two hundred million? That's not too much either."
But the system played dead, unresponsive to her calls.
Feeling increasingly uneasy, Ye Zhen could only take things one step at a time and improvise as she went.
Before long, it was time for dismissal.
"Ye Zhen, Wang Yue, Zhao Lulu—it's your turn to update the bulletin board this week. Stay after class."
The homeroom teacher left this assignment and walked out with her textbooks.
Ye Zhen, who hadn't even packed her bag yet, heard the news and was overjoyed!
Wasn't this a golden opportunity to escape the protagonist's clutches?
"Yes, I'll do my best!"
The other two exchanged puzzled glances.
Where had the lazy, ill-tempered Ye Zhen gone?
Was this energetic Ye Zhen before them… on the wrong medication…?