Chapter 6: Surging Hatred

“An Yu, An Yu…”

A gentle voice sounded in An Yu’s ear, urging her to wake up quickly.

“Mmm…”

An Yu, who was sleeping comfortably, let out a whimper. Her eyelashes trembled lightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

A pair of amber eyes were dim and lifeless, clearly still half-asleep.

“Class is about to start…”

An Yu heard that gentle voice again. This time, she recognized it—Ning Wanciu, the soft pillow she had found.

Still not fully awake, An Yu instinctively rubbed her eyes. Her vision gradually cleared.

Right, I fell asleep in Ning Wanciu’s arms.

This embrace was fragrant and soft. Her sleep quality was on par with last night. The excessive comfort made An Yu reluctant to leave.

But unfortunately, class was about to start.

An Yu hopped down from Ning Wanciu’s arms and lazily stretched.

“Mmm～ Ha～”

Great. The feeling of sleep deprivation was gone. New pillows were the best.

An Yu turned back to look at the dazed Ning Wanciu and softly said, “Thanks, Ning Wanciu. See you next time.”

With that, she left without looking back.

Comfortable pillows need long-term development. Stay polite for future use.

The moment she left, Ning Wanciu’s side seemed to become noisy again, but it probably had nothing to do with her. Ignore it.

An Yu returned to her seat and sat down. The comfortable sleep made even the hard desk and chair feel a bit better. An Yu felt somewhat happy.

[Host……]

The system’s voice rang in her mind. She seemed to recall hearing the same tone before falling asleep.

“What is it?”

Though the system wasn’t very useful, An Yu decided to coexist peacefully—as long as it stopped trying to make her lick the heroine’s boots.

[Are you sure you don’t want to have a proper talk with An Qing… or something?]

The moment An Yu thought that, the system said exactly what she expected, leaving her helpless.

“No. We’re not close.” An Yu rejected firmly.

[Alright, but Host, I must tell you something……]

“What?”

[System detection: Just now, An Qing’s hatred value suddenly surged significantly.]

Hearing the system, An Yu froze.

“Hah?”

An Yu instinctively exclaimed. She knew reborn heroines didn’t play fair, but wasn’t this too unfair?

She clearly hadn’t done anything—just took a nap—and now the heroine’s hatred value had skyrocketed?

Though An Yu never expected An Qing to let her off, accelerating the process without doing anything was a bit ridiculous, right?!

“Are you sure?” An Yu asked suspiciously.

What if the system glitched?

[Please do not doubt the system’s professionalism. The detection is accurate. An Qing felt anger toward the Host twice in succession, causing her hatred value to rise rapidly.]

“Hiss… So, what exactly is her hatred value toward me now?”

[An Qing’s current hatred value: 961]

“Almost four digits? What’s the baseline for this hatred value?”

[Reporting to Host: Hatred value scale—20 is dissatisfaction, 50 is resentment, 70 is grudge, 100 is hostility, 120 is loathing.]

Hearing the system’s explanation, An Yu blinked instinctively. 120 was loathing, so her 961 was…?

As if sensing An Yu’s confusion, the system explained.

[Values beyond that exceed normal hatred and require no further evaluation—only a fight to the death.]

After hearing this, An Yu calmed down instead. She had wanted to ask how much it had risen, but there was no need now.

“Anyway, anything over 120 is a fight to the death. It doesn’t matter how much it exceeds.”

Shaking her head indifferently, An Yu lay back on her desk.

Let it rise. I’m slacking off.

System: ?

The system had intended to reveal the exact numbers to give An Yu a sense of crisis, but she didn’t care at all……

An Yu boredly turned her head. An Qing, sitting on the other side, no longer glanced back at her. Instead, she was eating from a bag of bread that had been crushed to pieces.

An Yu: ?

Don’t understand, but respect. It’s normal for the heroine to have quirks.

Some people liked to destroy perfect things before enjoying them. Maybe An Qing was like that.

It had nothing to do with An Yu anyway.

This was good too. With hatred rising, An Qing might stop sneaking glances at her.

An Qing’s stares were quite creepy. An Yu really disliked them.

No longer looking at the heroine, An Yu turned her head and quietly waited for class to start.

An Yu somewhat regretted leaving in such a hurry this morning that she forgot her phone. Whether in class or waiting for it, everything was so boring.

She wasn’t sure if it was just this school or the world, but students here were much freer than in her original life. Most were fiddling with their phones.

This made An Yu envious.

Speaking of which, all her knowledge about this world came from the system.

Though it felt similar to her original world, she still needed to learn some things herself. Otherwise, after being kicked out of the An family, she wouldn’t survive alone.

***

The entire afternoon, An Yu spent in boredom.

No satisfying face-slapping plots, no one deliberately provoking her—boring yet peaceful.

Well, even in the original plot, An Qing’s first day of school was like this.

Under An Yu’s guidance, she had peacefully passed her first day, which was why she had been full of hope for the future.

Though that hope was later personally shattered by An Yu.

But precisely because of this, even with the plot now controlled by An Qing, today would still be uneventful.

Ding-ling—

The dismissal bell rang. An Yu lazily stretched.

After this, she didn’t seek out Ning Wanciu again. There was no need for now—she had slept enough.

However, An Yu could always feel a faint gaze from behind, but she was too lazy to turn and confirm. Unlike An Qing’s, this gaze didn’t sting. Instead, it carried a hint of warmth.

So, look if you want.

An Yu slowly walked out of the classroom, only to be blocked at the door by a tall figure.

She slowly raised her head and saw an extremely cold, beautiful face.

This face was truly stunning—completely different from Ning Wanciu’s. If Ning Wanciu made An Yu feel warmth, the owner of this face only brought a chilling sensation.

It was the heroine… the true heiress—An Qing.

She seemed to be waiting specifically for An Yu.

Finally seeing the person she was waiting for, the ice on An Qing’s pretty face melted, revealing a gentle smile.

“An Yu, right? Let’s go. Father is coming to pick us up today.”

An Yu’s petite body trembled. That gentle smile sent chills down her spine. In front of her, An Qing was still maintaining her persona.