As the female lead slept, we 30 remained still, deciding to hold a class meeting to summarize our experience.
Gretel spoke up: "Now we can confirm that we should be able to control our respective body parts. How much control we actually have is still to be studied."
Desoniel added: "Those of you in charge of the organs like heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, don't move. If something goes wrong, we'll all be in trouble."
"Understood," a few students said.
The student controlling the hair, who hadn't spoken before, suddenly spoke up: "I think I can move too."
"Wait, hair can move?" the others exclaimed in surprise.
"I'll try," said the hair student.
With her efforts, the female lead's long, loose hair suddenly stood up, shifting between shapes, first looking like a heart, then a "B" shape, and later resembling a question mark...
"Alright, alright, stop it! You're making me laugh too hard!" Luminia nearly burst out laughing.
Everyone was in an uproar, and perhaps because there were so many of us, we didn't feel the fear of our transmigration.
"Classmates, listen to me," Mr. Shelton said tearfully, "It's clear now, we've transmigrated to ancient times, though we don't know which dynasty exactly."
Everyone quieted down.
In the past, we ignored his words, but today, we were all unexpectedly silent and attentively listening to him.
After all, no one had it worse than being a butt.
I struggled to speak: "I know where we are."
"Where?" everyone asked in unison.
I said:"In a tragic romance novel."
This tragic romance novel tells the story of a sorrowful love affair.
The male lead's name is Rafferty Bellamy, a domineering CEO with immense power.
The female lead, Adeline Malvoisin, was a fallen aristocrat's daughter.
The malicious villainess, Vesper Malvoisin, was Adeline's younger sister, and also the male lead's "the first love."
A few years ago, the male lead was chased and severely injured. Unconscious, he was saved by Adeline, who happened to pass by and hid him in a small grass hut.
Two years later, their families arranged a marriage, and the engagement between the male and female leads was set. The two fell in love at first sight. The female lead said she had once saved the male lead, and he completely fell for her.
But the male lead was soon implicated in a conspiracy of treason, and to sever ties, the female lead's family forced her to break off the engagement.
The female lead was forced to cancel the engagement but secretly worked hard to help the male lead, doing everything in her power to please the authorities, so the male lead was eventually released from prison.
Unaware of the truth, the male lead, after being released, resented the female lead for her heartlessness. the first love, Vesper, hinted that it was actually she who saved the male lead, even going as far as fabricating evidence. The male lead, believing the female lead had taken credit for the rescue, developed a deep hatred for her.
After overcoming the crisis, the male lead immediately married the first love and found ways to ruin the female lead's reputation, forcing her to become his mistress.
In the end, after a series of torturous physical and emotional trials, the female lead died.
After her death, the male lead finally discovered the truth and regretted it for the rest of his life.
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"Wuwuwu, how touching..." a few girls cried uncontrollably.
Others were speechless: "What kind of plot is this? The female lead suffers and dies, and the male lead's punishment is losing love and regretting it for life?"
I awkwardly explained, "Tragic stories are like this. Today's readers love these kinds of stories. The most popular short stories on online platforms are all like this. Authors need to make a living, so they just follow the trend and write stories like this. The core is always the same—female lead has cancer or dies, and then the male lead/family suddenly regrets..."
Mr. Shelton asked, "Is this a short story?"
I replied, "Yes."
Now that it was confirmed we had transmigrated into a novel, the next question was—how do we return to the real world?
"We transmigrated into a novel, doesn't that mean if we follow the plot, we can go back home?"
"Maybe."
The class all agreed and optimistically expressed that if it was a short story, it should be over quickly, and we'd return home soon.
I quietly said, "But the timeline for this story is quite long, around three years..."
"Three years!" Everyone was stunned, "Do we have to stay for three years? Does Mr. Shelton have to be a butt for three years?"
Mr. Shelton cried out again, sounding desperately.
"Then... should we speed up the plot?"
But how to speed it up became the problem.
We brainstormed, but couldn't come to a solution.
Suddenly, I lost control over my eyes.
I asked my best friend, Luminia, who said, "Same here. I can't extend my tongue, and I can't open my mouth either."
"I can't control my left hand."
"Same here."
"I can't even make my chest shake. I could at least shake it before."
Ignatius said, "Ah! I think her large intestine is moving!"
Mr. Shelton screamed, "No! Didn't we just relieve ourselves? There shouldn't be much left in the large intestine. It should hold!"
Ignatius: "I can't hold it..."
In the chaos, the bladder student calmly said, "It's me... oh no, her bladder is full. The female lead woke up! She's been drinking medicine, which is mostly water, and it's easy for the bladder to fill up."
"Does this mean if the female lead wakes up, we can't control her body?"
"It seems so."
Ignatius cried out, "Ah, it's coming out..."
Mr. Shelton struggled, "Hold it in! Hold it in!"
As we 30 panicked, the female lead on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
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"Where is this?" The female lead's voice was soft.
She sat up slowly, looking around.
The servants gathered around, chattering about everything that had happened, happily stating that the male lead cared for her and kept her in his heart.
The female lead smiled wryly and shook her head. "If he truly cared for me, he wouldn't let Vesper do so many things. He healed me, but it was to make it easier to torture me later."
She got out of bed and whispered, "I need to change clothes."
The servants helped her to the changing room, and after a while, she came out.
We asked, "Mr. Shelton, are you alright?"
Mr. Shelton, in despair, replied, "I'm fine."
The servants explained everything to the female lead, but she didn't remember any of it, sighing, "I'm afraid I have hysterics."
We 30 felt inexplicably guilty.
For the next period of time, the female lead rested peacefully in the courtyard.
When she was asleep, we could move, but at all other times, we could only watch and not move.
"How far along is the plot?" Half a month later, everyone asked me, "How many more events are left?"
I replied, "The plot goes like this. the first love will frame the female lead, sending her to the slums where she will be tortured by female thugs arranged by the first love. She even has a pet kitten that the first love kills. The male lead brings her back to the manor and demands her heart to save the first love. After taking her heart, the female lead's body weakens to the point of death... The whole process lasts about three years."
After hearing the plot, the girls cursed the scummy male lead and the malicious female lead, lamenting how pitiful the female lead was.
"Let's speed up the plot," Mr. Shelton said, "I don't want to stay for three years."
Everyone agreed, not wanting to stay that long either.
To get the first love to frame the female lead sooner, we clever minds came up with a plan—during the night, when the female lead was asleep, we'd control her body to make her appear possessed, so the first love would think she was being cursed and drive her away to the slums.
The night was deep and quiet.
A twisted figure, with disheveled hair, crawled on all fours through the corridor. After a moment, she reached a room, raised her hand, and pushed the door.
At first, she only intended to knock and run, but due to Desoniel and Gretel arguing, she failed to control the force of her hands, and the door opened.
The female lead's body tumbled into the room.
Inside, it was pitch black. I tried to widen my eyes, but I couldn't see anything.
A pair of feet appeared before us.
"Adeline, what are you doing?" A cold male voice sounded above her, and a spark of light flickered in the darkness.
The male lead stood in the center of the room, wearing a single robe, holding a matchstick in his hand. His face was icy cold.
Crap, we've stumbled into the male lead's room!
What should we do now?
Pretend to be crazy!
"One, two, three—let's all twitch!"
The female lead crawled on all fours, her eyes rolling wildly, and her body convulsing.
Luminia, struggling to control her unfamiliar voice, said, "Give me back my life... give me back my life..."
The male lead sneered, "Possessed by a ghost, huh? Let's drag you out and burn you."
We all froze.
