When the female supporting character possesses a beauty system chp4

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Chapter 4: Tingting

“Tingting, you’re up? Hurry downstairs for breakfast.”

“I already checked—it’s eggs today,” said a girl combing her hair nearby, noticing Tan You sitting dazedly on the bed.

Tan You snapped back to reality. She knew this girl was Liu Na. “Okay, I’ll go wash up.”

After folding the quilt into a neat square, Tan You carried Han Tingting’s washbasin to the sink. Her hand paused when she saw the toothbrush. In the end, she set it down, hastily splashed water on her face, and followed the other girls downstairs.

Tan You herself was severely nearsighted and always had to be careful going down stairs, clinging to the railing or wall. But now, in this new world, she realized she had never seen things so clearly before.

“So this is what it’s like not to be nearsighted,” she murmured, feeling a little dazed.

“What are you talking about?” Liu Na reminded her from behind. “You’re not nearsighted, are you? Let’s go, breakfast is waiting.”

Tan You collected herself. “I was just having a sudden thought.”

She quickened her pace. Without nearsightedness, she no longer had to be so cautious. Tan You bounded down the stairs. Just this simple act made her realize how much better this body’s physical condition was compared to her own.

She knew her own body well. Having been overweight since childhood, she could manage walking, but even a short run would leave her breathless. Han Tingting’s body, however, was clearly very healthy. After rushing down the stairs like that, her face wasn’t flushed, and she wasn’t even breathing hard.

Still in a daze, Tan You finished breakfast with her dorm mates, then casually slung Han Tingting’s schoolbag over her shoulder and followed the group toward the school.

Han Tingting was in the eighth grade, in Class 8-3. Following Han Tingting’s memories, Tan You easily found her seat and sat down.

Just as she settled in, a girl in front turned around. “They’re collecting homework. The group leader is already nagging.”

Tan You flipped through the homework notebook. When she saw the completed assignments, she felt a flicker of confusion. Although she had failed her high school entrance exam, she hadn’t forgotten eighth-grade math. Han Tingting’s math homework is done so well, isn’t it?

Then why is she always ranked at the bottom of the class?

The girl in front quickly answered her unspoken question. “You copied Wan Wei from Class 8-2 again, didn’t you? She’s first in the entire grade.”

Tan You lowered her eyelashes. Since childhood, Cheng Wenhui had taught her never to copy others’ homework. Even if you don’t know the answer, leave it blank rather than copying. Because of this, Tan You herself had never once copied an assignment.

But now, in this strange new world, she was experiencing what it was like to be someone who did. No, this has to stop. Starting today, I won’t copy homework anymore.

To avoid being expelled, she had to build the image of a diligent, hardworking student in everyone’s eyes! Tan You clenched her fists. Before the morning reading session began, she pulled out Han Tingting’s English workbook—which looked like it had barely been opened—and decided to tackle a few pages right away.

Because she struggled with science, Tan You naturally preferred subjects like Chinese and English. In her own world, her English teacher had been particularly fond of her, which had motivated her to put extra effort into the subject.

As Tan You began circling and marking answers in the English workbook, the girl next to her pursed her lips. But Han Tingting usually had good relationships with her classmates, so even though she was acting strangely today, no one made any snide remarks.

While Tan You was busy working on Han Tingting’s workbook, a girl suddenly walked down the aisle. She stopped beside Tan You’s desk and said curtly, “Collecting math homework.”

Tan You glanced up at the girl, whose arrogance was plain to see. A flicker of emotion stirred within her, but she said nothing, simply handing her math workbook to the girl.

The girl scoffed. “It’s all copied anyway. Is there even a point in collecting it?”

Tan You remained silent. She wasn’t a talkative person by nature, but she understood the girl’s attitude perfectly. It was the typical arrogance of a top student, looking down on those at the bottom of the class.

It’s fine, she thought. I’ll become a top student too. Tan You narrowed her eyes, staring at the girl’s retreating back for a couple of seconds before lowering her head to continue her English exercises.

At 6:40 AM, the morning reading session began on time. Today was Chinese, so Tan You followed the crowd and pulled out her Chinese textbook. When she saw its blank pages, the corner of her mouth twitched.

She rarely took notes herself—not because she didn’t pay attention in class, but because her memory was so good that she could retain almost everything the teacher said. As a result, her own textbooks had always been pristine.

However, for subjects like math, she took her notes very seriously. She struggled with math, so she poured a lot of effort into it. But sometimes, effort doesn’t guarantee results, and Tan You was a prime example.

Her overall grades had always been decent, but only because her high scores in Chinese and English pulled up her average. Her math scores, on the other hand, barely scraped by with a passing grade. Recalling that she had only just passed math on her high school entrance exam, Tan You couldn’t help but clench her fist. This time, she vowed, I will master math!

After flipping through her entire Chinese textbook, Tan You touched the ring on her right hand. “System, are you there?”

She had arrived here late last night, fallen asleep immediately, and then been swept up in the morning chaos. This was the first chance she’d had to talk to the System. If the System was here, Tan You felt she could finally calm down a little.

The System’s voice was faint. “Host, the System is here.”

Noticing the weakness in its tone, Tan You grew anxious. “What’s wrong?”

“The System requires Energy to transport the Host through spacetime,” it explained. “The System’s Energy is low.”

Tan You understood. “I’ll work hard to complete the missions. But the system… can we still go back?”

The System instantly perked up. “Yes, we can! If the Host completes the missions well, the System can request an advance of Energy from the Main System. Later, when our Energy is replenished, we can repay the Main System.”

“Like borrowing money?” Tan You asked.

“Exactly. So, Host, you must work hard on the missions.”

At that moment, Tan You was completely unaware that the System was manipulating her. She only felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders and nodded emphatically. “Don’t worry, System. I’ll definitely do my best!”

“But it’s so strange, System,” Tan You said, flipping another page of the textbook. “The textbooks here are exactly the same as in our real world. Actually, after I got my high school entrance exam scores yesterday, I was really upset. I never expected to do so poorly.”

“This is a good thing, though,” she continued. “I get a chance to study everything again. This time, even if it’s not for Han Tingting, I’ll work hard for myself and get an outstanding score on the exam.”

The System waved its small arms. “Go, Host! The System knows you can do it!”

Tan You chuckled at the System’s antics. She felt fortunate that she hadn’t arrived at the worst possible time. At least Han Tingting was still in school, which meant the idea of persuading her to drop out was still negotiable.

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