Chapter 1 – Dedicated First Life (1)

In almost every world, there is a scumbag who cheats on the heroine and is discovered. The heroine is heartbroken and then meets her true love, and the story continues…

 

Ni Ni is going to play the role of having an affair with a scumbag

 

Ni Ni is already dead, after dying she meets a system. She thinks she’s the chosen one, after all, who hasn’t read a few transmigration stories?

 

This is a school world. The scumbag and the female lead are childhood sweethearts. The female lead is lively and kind, and the scumbag is the school heartthrob and academic genius, but he’s not the male lead. The male lead is a roguish and handsome school bully.

 

She’s the school beauty who just transferred here, with a slim waist, long legs, and can dance. She appears as a cold goddess, but inside she’s a seductive and promiscuous little bitch.

 

The original story goes like this: The female lead pursues the school heartthrob, and although she harbors a passionate heart, she remains pure and innocent. Her most outrageous act is holding hands, kissing his cheek, and kissing his forehead.

 

Then, after the “scumbag goddess” transfers to the school, she immediately falls for the school heartthrob, the academically gifted scumbag.

 

The story is told from the female lead’s perspective. The specifics of how both scumbags get together aren’t described in detail, but there are several instances where the female lead can’t find the scumbag, but inadvertently witnesses their ambiguous behavior.

 

The first shock occurs on the female lead’s birthday when the scumbag disappears. She waits until 11 or 12 at night, only to see the scumbag and the mistress get out of a car together, embracing and then passionately kissing.

 

Heartbroken, she accepts the male lead’s help when she discovers the scumbag and the female antagonist have entered an empty classroom together, stayed there with the lights off for at least half an hour before emerging…

 

When Chen Zeyu entered the hospital room, he was utterly stunned.

 

The girl in the hospital bed was exquisitely beautiful, delicate and frail, like a sickly beauty, making one instinctively soften their voice and move gently to avoid startling her.

 

Chen Zeyu had never seen a girl like her before. His childhood sweetheart was lively and sunny, so bright that anyone around her felt constantly bathed in warm sunshine; the other girls…

 

Chen Zeyu composed himself and greeted her,

 

“Hello.”

 

He looked directly at the elderly woman in the room—Ms. Yang—to show politeness. The week before last, the teacher had approached him, the class monitor, saying a new student was transferring and asking him to prepare teaching materials and seating arrangements. But a few days ago, after being notified to go to the homeroom teacher’s office, he met this doting woman, Ms. Yang.

 

Ms. Yang subtly sized up the boy again. Tall and elegant, with a fair complexion and eyes like stars, he was indeed handsome.

 

“Zeyu, come in, come in. Thank you for coming. This is my daughter, Yang Yue’an.”

 

Ni Ni looked at the newcomer with clear, bright almond-shaped eyes. Her skin was as white and delicate as snow, and her black hair was softly tucked behind her ears, exuding an extraordinary air.

 

Ms. Yang, however, revealed helplessness and guilt during their eye contact.

 

On the first day, Chen Zeyu didn’t attend any classes. Ms. Yang took him to the attending physician, where he listened to a lengthy explanation of her condition. The young man couldn’t hide his emotions; when he looked at her, he was filled with complex feelings of pity.

 

Ms. Yang, looking at Zeyu’s face, felt even more guilty, yet still said,

 

“Zeyu, don’t feel pressured. Letting you know about An’an’s condition is just to help you understand better. This lesson doesn’t require her to know a lot; it’s just to let her know the school’s curriculum progress. For the rest, I hope you can be more understanding within your capabilities.”

 

Chen Zeyu indeed felt no pressure and briefly summarized the day’s lesson. Given the energy of someone in a hospital bed, that was about enough.

 

Ni Ni was anxious, but her body, which made her breathless with even slight movement, made it impossible for her to do anything malicious.

 

She still didn’t know the reason for her body’s deterioration.

 

The original owner of the body in the story didn’t have any problems.

 

Then the problem lay with her.

 

But she was already dead.

 

Now she was just a consciousness, or rather, a soul.

 

She wanted to call upon the system, but her consciousness remained unresponsive.

 

If it weren’t for the fact that this was already the fourth world, she would have doubted her past memories.

 

The more time Zeyu spent with this new classmate, the more he felt pity for her.

 

She lay quietly, obediently, her breathing weak.

 

Her delicate features, weakened by illness, became even more beautiful and defined; the phrase “a frail beauty” perfectly described her.

 

Especially her clear, dark almond-shaped eyes, which looked at him with such earnestness, as if he were her entire world.

 

Chen Zeyu spent increasingly longer hours in the hospital room.

 

Ni Ni’s gaze shifted to her water glass. Zeyu, who had been watching her closely, immediately put down his textbook, helped her sit up, and gently tilted the glass to feed her warm water.

 

Although they were close, they didn’t touch each other. Even so, the boy’s ears still turned red when he first approached the girl his age to help her drink water.

 

These past few days, however, after Ni Ni, who consistently drank eight glasses of water a day, frequently complained of being “thirsty,” Chen Zeyu’s movements became much quicker, his face remaining calm.

 

His eyes, however, would glance at her drinking progress before subtly looking away.

 

A soft, sweet fragrance emanated from her; her skin was fair and smooth, her nose delicate, her lips pale pink, which would become moist and rosy whenever touched by warm, moist water.

 

As time passed,

 

the soft fragrance became more intense, no longer elusive. Watching her slowly sip and swallow, Chen Zeyu endured for a long time, turning his head slightly to cough, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

 

Suddenly, a small hand lightly landed on the back of his hand, as if a jolt of electricity ran through him. Chen Zeyu’s hand trembled for a moment before he steadied it, his gaze shifting from their hands to her face.

 

The movement was sudden, just as she happened to be turning her head to look up at him. Their breaths mingled instantly, and the other’s warm breath clearly touched their faces.