Qiu Mian quickly rifled through the scant information the system had crammed into her mind about the “villain.”
Frail and sickly, unpleasant personality, a student at this “Holy Iris Academy.” For some reason, she’d incurred the hatred of certain people… That was about it. The original hadn’t bothered to write much more.
Family members?
Not even mentioned!
Yet when she looked at the beautiful girl currently trembling in fear in front of her—who was still stubbornly kneeling by the bed just because of something as trivial as “waking her up”—a vague guess flickered through Qiu Mian’s mind.
The system notification did mention something… Because of the transmigration and the fact that the original work was unfinished, the world would automatically fill in logical gaps…
I think… I casually jotted down one line somewhere in a character note.
“The villain has a timid little sidekick to highlight how nasty she is.”
…But I never developed it at all?!
Could it be… she’s the “little sidekick” that got retroactively filled in? And because the setting said “by her side,” the world completed her as… a little sister?
The logic seemed to hold.
And looking at how terrified the girl was right now…
What on earth did the original villain do to her?! How could she frighten such an adorable little sister this badly?
For some inexplicable reason, Qiu Mian’s heart gave a painful squeeze. It didn’t feel good.
Even though she was currently wearing the shell labeled “villain Qiu Mian,” deep down she was still just an ordinary college-aged webnovel author. Faced with such a pitifully lovely girl, she really couldn’t harden her heart.
Tch. The original really was trash! Not treasuring such a cute little sister at all!
While inwardly cursing “herself,” she tried to push herself up into a sitting position.
Sure enough, this body was terribly weak. Even that small movement left her dizzy and drained.
“Um… get up first. The floor’s cold,” Qiu Mian said, trying her best to make her voice sound gentle, though it still came out hoarse from just waking.
The girl, however, flinched as if she’d been given a terrifying order. Not only did she not stand, she lowered her head even further and replied in a tiny, quivering voice,
“Y-Yes…! Jie-jie! I’ll leave right now! Breakfast is on the table! P-Please enjoy it slowly!”
With that, she practically scrambled to her feet using both hands and feet, not daring to look at Qiu Mian again. She turned and bolted out of the room, even carefully closing the door softly behind her.
The bedroom fell completely silent.
Only Qiu Mian remained, sitting alone on the soft, spacious bed, staring blankly at the clear morning sunlight pouring in through the window.
“…What the hell is going on?”
“I wake up to find I’ve transmigrated into my own unfinished novel as the short-lived villain. Then some random system tells me that if I don’t find the person who killed me, I’ll really die—and the killer is an unknown psycho who doesn’t hesitate to stab people…”
“Clues? None.”
“Help? Does a little sister who’s scared to death of me even count as backup? Plot? I don’t even know what happens next!”
“Can this opening get any more hellish?!”
Qiu Mian clutched her head in agony, burying her face in the soft pillow and letting out a silent wail.
But wailing aside, she knew perfectly well that complaining wouldn’t solve anything.
The threat of death was real.
And those three—no, including the one who stabbed her, four—dangerous, high-risk yandere girls with unknown motives… who the hell were they?!
“Haa…”
She let out a long breath and forced herself to calm down.
First things first… If I want to survive,
I need to figure out who that white-masked girl is and why she killed me.
And to investigate… in this completely unfamiliar, crisis-filled world, the only possible source of information right now—or rather, the only breakthrough point…
Her gaze drifted toward the firmly closed bedroom door.
…is that girl who seems terrified of me, yet still stayed by my side… my “little sister.”
Even though the road ahead was shrouded in thick fog, a stubborn streak still lived somewhere inside Qiu Mian—especially when she was backed into a corner.
At the very least, I’m the author here!
It’s my own pit—I have to fill it in, even if it kills me… No, especially because I want to live!
Whatever! Let’s start by getting to know this world… and building a good relationship with this “little sister”!
She threw off the blanket, endured the wave of weakness, and prepared to get out of bed.
The moment her feet touched the soft carpet, the bedroom door was pushed open again—only the tiniest crack.
A slender, pale hand trembled as it reached inside and gently placed a perfectly folded and neatly pressed school uniform skirt along with a clean white blouse on the low cabinet just inside the door.
Then the hand quickly withdrew.
From beyond the door crack came a voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
“J-Jie-jie… Today… it’s Monday… We, we have to go to school…”
Immediately afterward, the sound of rapid footsteps faded into the distance.
Qiu Mian stared at the standard girls’ uniform set lying there—full of that fresh, youthful school-life vibe—then glanced at the pale yet undeniably refined and beautiful face in the mirror that now belonged to “Qiu Mian.” She stayed silent for several seconds.
Finally, she let out a resigned sigh and picked up the soft blouse.
Fine…
School-life story… right?
Sickly villain… right?
Find the killer… right?
…Guess I’ll just have to play along!
I just hope… I don’t run into any more of those “yandere classmates” today… Amen.