Seizing the moment, Su Wanli threw out a classic villainess line and fled in a panic from Meng Wange’s room, her expression still a little dazed.
She wobbled slightly as she pushed open the door to her own room.
The weather today was unusually pleasant.
Sunshine flooded the room, and birds chirped cheerfully outside, filling the air with the scent of blooming flowers.
But no matter how lovely the day was, Su Wanli just couldn’t lift her mood.
—Of all the blurry memories from last night, the only thing she vaguely remembered was pulling the curtains shut because the moonlight was too bright.
She looked at the two curtains in her room—both neatly tied back on either side of the floor-to-ceiling windows—and silently smacked her forehead.
There was no getting out of it now.
Last night, she had run into Meng Wange’s room in nothing but a bath towel, climbed into her bed, and even drew the curtains for her.
‘…What the hell kind of accident was this…?’
Su Wanli slumped onto the large bed that she still wasn’t quite familiar with, covering her face with both hands.
Wait, come to think of it, she really wasn’t that familiar with this bed.
She had only stayed on it for maybe two or three hours.
Last night, she’d spent more time lying in Meng Wange’s bed.
…Despair. Complete despair.
She was utterly hopeless in this world where, on the very first day after transmigrating, she had already climbed into her mortal enemy’s bed!
But actually, if she tried to think positively—didn’t that mean she had just spent an entire night in bed with someone as stunning as Meng Wange? Wasn’t that something to celebrate?
Besides, Meng Wange had said it herself—she only remembered the power going out last night.
Everything else was a blur.
When she saw Su Wanli wrapped in a towel, she assumed she had just taken a shower and come to wake her up…
‘Hmm. Something didn’t quite add up.’
Su Wanli bit down lightly on her knuckle in thought—
‘Meng Wange knew the power went out the moment she woke up… but didn’t know I had gone into her room last night?’
‘That couldn’t be right. She’d gone over there right after the blackout. Logically speaking…’
‘Ugh, my head hurts.’
A warning signal flared somewhere in her brain, and she decided to shelve that small doubt for the time being.
‘Forget it! I probably just walked too slowly in the dark. She must’ve fallen asleep while I was on the way.’
Since Meng Wange had already said that, Su Wanli decided she could pretend as if nothing had ever happened.
‘Yes, this wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t Meng Wange’s fault either. No one was hurt in this ridiculous incident…’
‘…Right?’
‘No. There was someone at fault. And the one at fault was completely and utterly wrong.’
Recalling something, Su Wanli suddenly slammed her fist against the bed.
“System! Hey, system—where the hell are you?!”
The system’s mechanical voice drifted down from the ceiling as if it had nothing to do with any of this.
[What’s wrong, Host? Did something happen?]
Hearing the system’s detached tone only made Su Wanli even angrier.
“You’re seriously asking me that?! What do you think happened?! I ended up sleeping in Meng Wange’s bed, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?! Let me ask you—what the hell were you doing last night?!”
[Ah, I see. You’re referring to that particular matter… But Host, you simply completed this morning’s mission smoothly under the influence of the Lucky Potion.]
“What Lucky Potion nonsense? Don’t feed me that garbage—just answer me—”
Just as she was about to continue cursing this idiotic system, Su Wanli sucked in a sharp breath.
…The Lucky Potion!
It was the limited-time reward she’d drawn from the system lottery after flawlessly completing her first meeting with Meng Wange!
Because the effect was so short-lived, she hadn’t taken it seriously at all and thought the system was just being theatrical.
‘But it actually worked?!’
[…This system does not possess a “theatrical” mode.]
“Shut up!”
Now that she thought about it carefully, there were two or three weird things that had happened last night—each one triggered right after she had a passing thought like—
‘Sigh. I’m already this exhausted on day one… and I still have to figure out how to wake up early tomorrow. What a miserable life.’
——If only there were some way to complete the mission without doing anything.
***
After that, for some reason, she suddenly tripped, kicked a slipper out the window, landed on a pillow and avoided injury, and just so happened to find a new pair of slippers in the bathroom cabinet…
And of all the times for the Su family to lose power—it wasn’t before or after, but exactly when she had just put the hair dryer away…
And the most baffling thing was that, while walking, a math formula suddenly popped into her head, making her lose her sense of direction and accidentally walk right into Meng Wange’s room!
‘So that’s it… is this what the Lucky Potion meant by triggering a chain of low-probability fortunate events?’
[Ah, the math formula part was your own idea. It had nothing to do with the Lucky Potion.]
“You’re still trying to shift the blame! That whole bottle of Lucky Potion you made me drink did all that just to help me complete this morning’s mission in such a ridiculous way?”
[Correct. Under the potion’s effects, you completed the mission without putting in any particular effort. How fortunate.]
‘…How fortunate?’
Ignoring Su Wanli’s dark, simmering expression, the system continued cheerfully, clearly quite pleased with the item it had drawn from the lottery.
[And even if you hadn’t gone into the wrong room, the potion’s influence would’ve still brought you to Meng Wange through a different set of strange but lucky circumstances—waking her up in exactly the same way.]
[And you didn’t even have to get up at 4 a.m. as originally planned. You simply went with the flow and reached the goal. It’s practically an automation tool for mission completion.]
“…”
Su Wanli looked down at herself, still wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, and recalled the terrifying experience of waking up right next to Meng Wange.
She gritted her teeth, grabbed the nearest stack of thick textbooks, and hurled them at the ceiling.
“You call that automated mission completion!? I’m gonna kill you!!”
***
Next door, in the still-chaotic Su Wanli’s room, Meng Wange sat by her bed, rubbing the stiffness out of her joints from the night before.
Right up until she lost consciousness, Su Wanli had clung to her like a clingy octopus, wrapping her arms around her waist.
Her arms weren’t heavy, but it made turning over nearly impossible—Meng Wange had to move cautiously all night, unable to stretch out at all.
Even so, that had been the best sleep she’d had in a long time.
She felt like her body had been rewound and recharged.
After doing a few light stretches at the edge of the bed, she stood up, rubbed her neck, and looked at the study materials still lying open on her desk.
Thankfully, Su Wanli hadn’t noticed them.
But even if she had, she probably wouldn’t suspect anything, right?
Recalling how Su Wanli had nervously clutched her waist, recited a pile of lines in a panic, and then rushed out of the room, Meng Wange couldn’t help but smile.
‘But… how did things end up like this, Meng Wange?’
Last night, she had planned everything—she would pretend to still be asleep in the morning so Su Wanli could quietly leave, as if nothing had happened.
And since Su Wanli hadn’t said anything after waking up, and had even quietly gotten out of bed, didn’t that mean she wanted to act like nothing happened, too?
That should’ve been a good thing for Meng Wange.
Yet, the moment she heard Su Wanli stumble and fall, she instinctively reached out in that direction, trying to catch her.
Of course, she didn’t make it in time—and ended up dragging the blanket with her, making a loud noise in the process.
And that pretty much blew any chance of pretending to be asleep.
So she sat up, faked a yawn, and met Su Wanli’s blank, stunned gaze.
‘Well… what now?’
‘Should I just stick to the plan and pretend I don’t know anything?’
But the moment she saw Su Wanli sitting there in a daze, helpless and confused, an unfamiliar feeling welled up in Meng Wange’s heart.
‘What would she do if I said this? What kind of expression would she make?’
‘I want to know… I want to find out… I want—’
‘I want to get just a little bit closer to her.’
That strange desire was growing stronger and stronger.
It was obvious Su Wanli didn’t have much experience with people.
Just a few words, and she had blushed so hard she looked like a ripe red apple—irresistibly adorable.
‘If she misunderstood me because of this… that might actually be kind of nice?’
Meng Wange shook her head and pulled her school uniform off the rack.
‘Anyway, thank you, Su Wanli.’
‘Even if it was all just an accident—thank you for giving me a brief, but warm dream I haven’t had in a long time.’