CH 15

The Vicious Female Supporting Character and the White Lotus Female Lead: Ch 15, Pure Campus Love



This was so cute and emotional!! Ahhhhhhhhhh (ˊo̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ˋ)



---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Nie Zhen'er had never had a drink before, and was curious about the champagne in her hand.



The screen shone brightly, hitting her small porcelain white face, and her bright eyes were particularly eye-catching.



"Qing Xiao, can I really drink it? I won't get drunk?" The light pink champagne gave off a faint peach scent luring her. Nie Zhen'er wanted to drink it, but she didn't dare.



Luan Qing Xiao gave her a reassuring pill. She took a sip and licked the wine stained on her red lips with the tip of her tongue, then smiled slightly, "This champagne has a very low alcohol content. You can think of it as juice."



Nie Zhen'er has deep faith in Luan Qing Xiao's words. So she lowered her head to smell it, and took a sip. The sweet taste spread in her mouth, and the pungency was almost negligible.



"How was it?" Luan Qing Xiao asked.



Nie Zhen'er raised her head and smiled sweetly: "Yummy."



The two of them were face to face and are very close. When Nie Zhen'er spoke, the peach fragrance in her mouth sprayed on Luan Qing Xiao's face.



Luan Qing Xiao's heart suddenly felt numb and itchy.



She didn't know where the itching came from, but she knew that her eyes were reluctant to shift away from Nie Zhen'er's face.



Nie Zhen'er lifted up a green grape and put it in her mouth. The grape tasted sour and sweet, causing Nie Zhen'er's eyes to narrowed into crescent moons. Her gaze returned to the screen, though both her hands weren’t idle, she would first eat some grapes, and then sip at the champagne.



By the end of the movie, there was only half of the grape bunch left and her glass of champagne was all gone.



Luan Qing Xiao got up to turn on the light. The dim theater room became as bright as day. She lowered her vision to glance at Nie Zhen'er.



The little girl in question sat blankly on the cotton cushion. Her eyes under her eyelashes were filled with mist, her eyes were muddled, her cheeks were flushed with her small red mouth slightly opened...



"Zhen’er?" Luan Qing Xiao walked over, squatted down, and used her finger to poke her soft cheek.



Nie Zhen'er raised her head slowly, as if being bullied, and the mist in her eyes multiplied.



Luan Qing Xiao laughed. To get drunk with just a small glass of champagne, this alcohol tolerance ah.



"Zhen’er, I’ll escort you back home, OK?" Luan Qing Xiao probed softly in her ear.



Nie Zhen'er showed her mouth before uttering a word crisply, "No."



"Guai, how can you not go home?"



"No, I don't want to go home..." Nie Zhen'er lifted her hand and softly pushed Luan Qing Xiao away, with an aggrieved expression in her eyes, her mouth pouted slightly and her small face frowned.



Luan Qing Xiao stroked the top of Nie Zhen'er's hair lightly. Nie Zhen'er turned around and stretched out her arms to hug Luan Qing Xiao's waist.



Nie Zhen'er buried her face into Luan Qing Xiao's stomach, "Don't drive me away..."



Luan Qing Xiao pinched her red ear, "Little girl, are you pretending to be drunk, eh?"



"Not going home..." Nie Zhen'er's earlobe was sensitive. She shrunk back, her voice soft and small, like a little milk cat.



She probably was really drunk, otherwise she would definitely have refuted, "I’m not a little girl".



"You behave, let me support you to the sofa." Luan Qing Xiao was held down by her hug and couldn't move.



"...Wu wu, you’re going to abandon me, I won't go wu."



Luan Qing Xiao only wore a white T-shirt. She thought Nie Zhen'er was pretending to cry, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.



But immediately she couldn't laugh anymore, cold tears stuck to the skin of her waist through the thin cloth. Her laughter instantly turned to worry.



Luan Qing Xiao thought of her mother, sighed, and asked, "Sweetie, alright, I won’t send you home. Do you know your home number?"



She gently caressed Nie Zhen'er's head to soothe the little girl's emotions. After a while, Nie Zhen'er choked out, "153****2523."



"You can sleep over at my house tonight, and I’ll go call your mother."



"En." Nie Zhen'er gradually calmed down and nodded obediently, but still didn't loosen her arms.



Luan Qing Xiao lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "The phone is in the bedroom, sweetie. How can I reach it if you don't let go?"



Nie Zhen'er took a while to react and then slowly retracted her arm.



Luan Qing Xiao stood up, Nie Zhen'er's gaze followed her, Luan Qing Xiao said uneasily, "Sit here obediently and don't move, wait for me to come back."



Nie Zhen'er's eyes, which had been washed with tears, were clear and translucent. She fluttered her eyelashes and nodded.



Luan Qing Xiao closed the door of the mini theater and went to the bedroom to fetch the phone.



Luan Qing Xiao stood on the balcony of the bedroom, the cold wind seeped into her clothes. A small piece of where Nie Zhen'er's tears soaked through seemed to have frozen, and the skin underneath became numb.



After the third call, the phone finally went through.



"Who is this! Calling so late at night, do you want to be struck by thunder!" The female voice from the phone was sharp and bitter, as if the greasy currying favor voice earlier in the afternoon was another person.



"Auntie, it's me, Luan Qing Xiao." Luan Qing Xiao faintly stated her identity.



"Luan Qing Xiao...oh, oh, it's our Zhen’er classmate. Is there anything going on that you’re looking for Auntie this late?"



The air around Luan Qing Xiao grew solemn, and she replied coldly, "Did Auntie forgot? Zhen'er is still at my house."



"That dead girl," Nie Mei Feng cursed halfway, and suddenly remembered it was Nie Zhen'er's classmate at the other end of the phone. She quickly calmed down, "That girl. Qing Xiao, Auntie already locked the door to sleep. If that girl comes back, Auntie would have to get up and open the door for her. How about you let her sleep over for one night?"



"Aren't you worried about Zhen'er's safety?"



"It's only that girl, what is there to worry? So it’s settled ah, Qing Xiao?"



Luan Qing Xiao was too lazy to listen to her anymore, she simply hung up the phone.



In this world, only mothers are good, pei!



Both of them are so unreliable.



Back in the theater room, Luan Qing Xiao opened the door and found the light inside was turned off again.



The movie that they watched previously was playing on the screen again. Nie Zhen'er was sitting upright in front of the screen, with her head hanging down, like a swan bending down its neck sadly.



Luan Qing Xiao walked hesitantly and sat next to Nie Zhen'er. When the screen lit up, a tear slipped from Nie Zhen'er's eyes and dripped onto her light blue jeans, leaving a dark mark.



"She was already asleep, wasn’t she? She was probably very angry when you called." Nie Zhen'er was clearly crying, but her tone was light, as if she was accustomed to such things.



Words in Luan Qing Xiao's throat got choked, not knowing how to comfort her.



"She has always been like this, she doesn't care about anything except herself and money."



Nie Zhen'er turned her head and looked at Luan Qing Xiao with a faint smile. The crystal tears shattered on her body, but her eyes were indifferent, "Do you know why she was willing to spend money for me to go to art classes? When I was in elementary school, the school held a painting competition, I borrowed a canvas and pen from my classmate, and ended up winning as first place with a prize of 3,000 yuan."



"She was very happy when she received the money and let me participate in more competitions. Because I didn't learn painting systematically, and the money she earned from my talent was slowly getting less and less. Only then did she help me search for the cheapest studio to learn. "



"Qing Xiao, I don't care if she doesn’t love me. But I'm upset, there are so many people in the world, why doesn't anyone love me?" Nie Zhen'er's tears flooded down.



No matter how strong she was, she is only a sixteen-year-old child.



Luan Qing Xiao stretched out her hand to embrace her and comforted her constantly, "Everything will be fine, I promise. You’ll be very happy in the future."



Eventually, Nie Zhen'er fell asleep in tears. Luan Qing Xiao wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief and carried her to the bedroom. Then, she took off her outside clothes before covering her with the blanket.



The white frost-like moonlight came in from the window. Nie Zhen'er slept very restlessly, babbling non-stop, so Luan Qing Xiao sat aside, holding her hand, and watched over her all night.



Luan Qing Xiao looked at Nie Zhen'er's calm, sleeping face, her heart deeply satisfied.



She blinked dry eyes, and suddenly said to the system 520: 520, what do I do? I think I got bent.



The author has something to say:Luan Qing Xiao: I am no longer that straight me, I’m bent now.



_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Notesgave her a reassuring pill (吃了个定心丸): to assure someone usually by setting an example first



(乖): telling a person to behave in a coaxing/affectionate tone



(呜呜): crying noise



(世上只有妈妈好): a children song about how mothers are the best and good in the world



(啧): disdainful sound like tsk



(弯): slang for gay/lesbian, since bent is the opposite of straight