“…Heh, hehe. First the forehead, then the lips. You wouldn’t — “
Due to the momentum from the Prompt Glasses earlier, Su Wanli instinctively started to recite the third line. However, after her brain performed a quick second of analysis, she bit her tongue and stopped herself from continuing.
‘Dammit, I almost got screwed over again. I already shoved those broken glasses into my pocket, so why are they still trying to ruin my plot?’
Besides, what did those options even mean? What was “first the forehead, then the lips,” and what was this about a “lewd purpose”?
It was just sharing a spoon, wasn’t it? It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it before. Back in the Cafeteria the day before yesterday, she had even shoved the other girl’s spoon into her mouth.
It clearly wasn’t anything scandalous; it was just something between two girls…
‘Wait… indirect kissing?’
“…Is something wrong, Miss Su? What were you trying to say just now?”
Looking at Meng Wange, who was still lying on the bed and smiling, Su Wanli’s gaze subconsciously fell upon the corners of the girl’s lips.
…Come to think of it, on the first day Meng Wange arrived at the Sujia, she had asked Su Wanli during the welcome banquet if she wanted a taste of the Seafood Soup she was having, using her own spoon, of course.
And then at the Cafeteria the day before yesterday, she had been the one to proactively offer the spoon…
As she thought about it, Su Wanli’s mind gradually descended into chaos.
‘Isn’t this moving a bit too fast?’
No, that was the very first day they met. Could it be… was Meng Wange really guiding her into this kind of “indirect contact”?
And back at the Cafeteria, she had actually fallen for it without even realizing it…
“…Host.”
The System’s voice interrupted her wild fantasies.
‘Alright, alright, I get it.’
‘Meng Wange probably just doesn’t have any taboos regarding this. I’m overthinking it.’
Su Wanli patted her cheeks to shake off the stray thoughts and then shrugged at Meng Wange.
“I was just going to say, is your brain fried from the fever? How could one bowl of porridge be enough for lunch?”
“Even if you can accept that, this Miss cannot.”
Having found a random excuse to save face, Su Wanli stood up and pushed the door open.
“Stay in your room quietly. I’m going to get something I actually like to eat.”
“As for you… you don’t have the right to be a picky eater.”
Before Meng Wange could respond, Su Wanli quickly closed the door, her head feeling slightly hot.
—
Did the plan succeed?
She supposed it counts as a success…
Meng Wange already knew that the porridge was handmade, and from the very first bite, she understood the intention behind it. She knew that the Chuanbei had been added for the sake of her cold.
Logically speaking, this should be considered a very successful **[Favorability Event]**.
…But something felt off.
Usually, the heroine should be shocked, shaken, and wear a look of disbelief while saying something like, “Are you truly willing to do all this for me?”
Yet her reaction… was too calm.
It was as if she had expected this all along.
Even though Su Wanli was the greatest villainess and villain of this story, and after a series of bullying incidents, she had lowered her guard to personally cook porridge for her without any warning.
Yet the other girl acted like it was only natural.
This meant that her actions hadn’t truly touched the heroine’s heart.
‘Tsk.’
She had thought there would be some dramatic “reformed villainess” moment.
In the end, she was just overthinking things.
Then again, it was just a simple bowl of Vegetable Porridge. It was normal that it wouldn’t move the **Aura of Main Heroine**.
So what should she do?
This wouldn’t work, and that wouldn’t work either…
What exactly did she have to do to truly enter Meng Wange’s heart?
Unknowingly, Su Wanli fell into a state of confusion.
…Come to think of it, what was her ultimate goal?
On one hand, she was trying every possible way to show kindness, while on the other, she had to hide her true intentions, maintain her **Villainess Persona**, and deal with the System’s surveillance.
It felt like a cycle of meaningless, repetitive labor.
Furthermore —
No matter what, her future self was destined to follow the System’s guidance and do “things a villainess should do” to Meng Wange.
Even if the girl could feel these small favors now, or knew that Su Wanli would occasionally show her some concern—even going so far as to cook her porridge on a whim when she was sick…
So what?
When the **Tasks** eventually leveled up from pranks to genuine malicious attacks — even causing her to lose everything.
What would she think then?
‘Su Wanli, your days of running rampant using the power of the Su family are over.’
‘Hand over everything you own.’
In that kind of future, a Meng Wange who had grown to her peak would look down at her and speak coldly:
‘Looking back at those days when you treated me with charity, I only feel disgusted.’
‘Now, it is your turn.’
And then, Su Wanli would become her subordinate.
Bound to her side, becoming her personal attendant, at her beck and call.
From the moment she woke up until she went to sleep, Su Wanli would have to revolve around her.
And spend her entire life like that.
“…Heh, hehe.”
‘Even though it’s a bad ending, why does it feel… a little desirable?’
—
“Cough, no, no, no!”
‘That was just my brain wandering off for a second! It doesn’t count, you aren’t allowed to dock my **Villainess Value**!’
But thinking about it this way —
Whether it was acting out of concern or personally cooking porridge, these actions could be interpreted as “the whims of a superior granting favor.”
They couldn’t truly change the relationship between the two.
Nor could they become a “talisman” for the future.
Then… what kind of relationship would make the future Meng Wange show her mercy?
A master-servant relationship obviously wouldn’t work; it would only remind her of her past inequality.
Then she would have to start over.
Before the **Tasks** fully escalated, what else could the relationship between the two of them be besides “Master and Servant”?
Best friends? Companions? Partners? Comrades-in-arms?
They all sounded too idealistic.
Under the restrictions of her **Villainess Value**, she couldn’t perform actions that were too intimate either.
At most, they could be like ordinary netizens, chatting about trivial topics…
…Netizens?
…Playing games?
Su Wanli’s train of thought suddenly paused.
If the goal was —
The kind of relationship where they would banter and bicker upon meeting, teasing and吐槽 each other, even “attacking” one another from time to time, but ultimately being able to laugh it off…
Wouldn’t that be —
Su Wanli clapped her hands suddenly and turned toward the e-sports room.
“Isn’t that just… the relationship of gaming buddies who play together!”