The female supporting character, yet a charmer to everyone

It’s the middle of a relaxed university holiday, but Yu Huan’s mum makes her sit at her desk and learn English words by heart.

The family is preparing for her to take a qualification and apply to study abroad.

But she knew that in a month, the world would end, and all her plans would be useless. So she didn’t want to study, she just wanted to sleep.

After the last world ended, the system explained the plot to her:

“In this world, your role is relatively short, and you are the love interest of the main character. As soon as the end of the world came, you were infected as a zombie.”

The male lead thought you were dead and had been in a bad way, but he didn’t know you had already become a zombie.

When the zombies took over the city, the male lead shot you. He then realised who you were when he saw the relics, and felt sorry, but it was too late. Your mission is now over.

‘Later, the male lead, who had special abilities, and the bold and determined female lead attracted each other, healed each other, and eventually joined forces, becoming an unbeatable and loving partnership.’

Yu Huan was so sleepy that she lowered her head and closed her eyes, not realising that the doorway had quietly opened and the cool breeze gently blew in.

The more she closed her eyes, the deeper her head sank, and she suddenly fell asleep. Her head was about to hit the table, but her face was gently held by a hand.

She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn’t, because she was too confused.

Long, white fingers gently tickled her chin.

–

His white shirt was plain and he was wearing black sports trousers. He stood upright and was lean. From a distance, he looked like the kind of person who would be in a film poster for a young audience.

Yu Huan was not aware of his movements, tilted her head, her hair brushed against his hand again, and half asleep, half awake, called out his name: ‘Sheng Lang.’

The male lead, Sheng Lang, is the young master of the Sheng family, and because of his family background, he was betrothed when she was a child, a kind of childhood sweetheart.

Sheng Lang had always been a top student and his teachers and parents had never had to worry about him.

It was different with her.

‘Auntie Jiang asked me to come over and watch you study.’

Sheng Lang took his hand back, his voice as cold as his face.It’s nice to listen to, but the words coming out of it are for people who don’t really want to listen.

Yu Huan glanced at the words she didn’t recognise, thinking about where she could learn more.

With her small brain working overtime, she pointed to the chair and said, ‘You sit down first.’

The chair was very close to her position, and Sheng Lang paused and sat down as instructed.

‘Did you bring your mobile phone?’

With her arm resting on the desk, Yu Huan asked a question quietly, not wanting her mother to hear, leaning towards Sheng Lang as if she were a thief, afraid that someone outside might overhear.

The girl’s dark and beautiful eyes were close to her eyes, as dazzling as the rare black pearls at the auction.

‘Bring it.’Sheng Lang said.

‘I know a better way to learn, let’s try it?’

The girl was serious about encouraging him to rebel, and he knew it. He could see it in her face as she handed him her phone.

The so-called more effective way to learn was to play the English version of the game.

Yu Huan enjoyed the game, moving the villain forward through the levels. One moment he was nervous about dying, the next he was happy to have passed a level, only to find himself in a ditch.

Sheng Lang looked a bit worried, but he didn’t say anything.

He could only read the lines from the game clearly when the dialogue plot appeared, trying to make her want to study.

–

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had this much fun.”

Yu Huan returned her mobile phone, lying breathlessly on the table, muttering in a small whisper, ‘Mummy took my phone away.’

She was like a cat that can’t play with its favourite toy, calling for people to be moved.

Jiang mother walked in, raised her voice and asked, ‘What are you doing lying down, have you studied?’

Yu Huan forgot to speak the same way as Sheng Lang in advance and didn’t dare to turn around.

But Yu Huan saw Sheng Lang nodded, saying she had learned.

Jiang mother trusted Sheng Lang more than her own lazy daughter, put down her heart, and called out to the two of them to eat together.

The relationship between the two families has been close since childhood, living close to each other, and they even stay for dinner without saying hello.

Before the meal was mixed.

After dinner, Jiang’s mother picked up her vocabulary book and asked Yu Huan to check the words she had memorised.

Yu Huan found this difficult and answered incorrectly, so Jiang’s mother criticised her.

The girl stood alone, her hand clasped on the hem of her coat, a tear in her eye, holding back from falling out.

‘Auntie, don’t be too hard on her,’ said Sheng Lang. ‘You should learn at a pace that feels right for you. If you rush, you won’t learn well.’

Jiang mother has always thought that Sheng Lang is honest and fair, not biased, but at this time, she even protects the one who has no reason.

She looked at the child with disbelief: ‘It’s been more than thirty days, and she hasn’t even memorised the first three words. This isn’t learning at all. You’re still biased in helping her.’

She said that how well someone learns is based on their talent, and that this child didn’t have the talent for it. She said that you can’t force people to learn.

‘Three words! In thirty days, a parrot would have to be able to speak…’

Jiang mother and Sheng Lang each had their own words.

Sheng Lang has always been respectful towards Jiang’s mother, who has always felt that he was honest and reliable.

Now, however, she no longer trusts him.

Yu Huan wilted and went back to her bedroom.

The system saw her upset and wanted to comfort her, but when she thought about what she had done, she couldn’t help but ask, ‘Really, you didn’t memorise all three words?’

‘You can handle it…’

‘That’s not what you said. A month later, the end of the world will come, and it’s no use memorising these words.’

Yu Huan was scolded by her mother and felt deflated.

Sheng Lang pushed the door in. I don’t know if he won the argument; he looked quite calm.

When he came in, he saw the girl’s face was all wrinkly like a bitter melon, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

‘Don’t cry,’ he said gently.

He didn’t say “okay”, and Yu Huan burst into a big cry.

Sheng Lang took out a tissue and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes. “Do you want to eat ice cream? I’ll go and buy some.”

‘I’ll go too.’Yu Huan’s tears welled up again, her face was still wrinkled, she didn’t know whether to cry or not. ‘I want to eat two.’

She looked like a sad kitten.

So Sheng Lang rode on the bike, Yu Huan sat in the back and seriously put on the round beige bear helmet.

The corners of her snow-white coat flopped, showing the shape of the wind.

“Do you want the chocolate almond flavour or the mango flavour?” Yu Huan wanted something else and glanced at Sheng Lang.

Sheng Lang pointed to her stomach and said, ‘Your stomach will hurt. We’ll come back tomorrow.’

Yu Huan reluctantly accepted his offer.

There was a green bench outside the shop for customers.

The young boys and girls sat in one place and slowly ate the ice cream.

–

“Back. Auntie Jiang said that you had a few arguments with her?”

As soon as Sheng Lang stepped into the house, his own mother, Mrs Sheng, mentioned this matter, interested.There was nothing to it; it was just that her own son had been more puritanical than a monk since he was a child, and this kind of thing was rare to see.

‘Not really, it’s just that we have different views on a certain matter.’ Sheng Lang said calmly.

‘But I heard your Auntie Jiang say that Huanhuan didn’t even remember three words after a month.People’s Auntie Jiang wants to send Huanhuan to study abroad, aren’t you adding to the confusion…’Mrs Sheng spoke in a long, complicated way.

‘Huanhuan cried.’

Sheng Lang’s tone of voice changed direction.

‘Huanhuan are crying? Aigoo, when the mother of so fierce for what, or a small girl, her memory is not good to find someone to teach her to memorise is not fast, how can the child said crying.’