"Bitch, so malicious!" The whole class was united in their hatred.
The female lead was left with a shaved head. As she cried and went to pick up the hair from the ground, the first love pushed her, causing her head to hit the corner of the table, and she passed out.
We 30 immediately took control of our bodies.
The four students controlling the lower limbs channeled their anger into strength and stood up, supporting the entire body.
Desoniel and Gretel grabbed the smug the first love by the arms and slapped her hard across the face.
The first love's servants rushed to help.
We 30 observed everything carefully, avoiding their attacks with ease.
We fought back with punches, kicks, spit, and biting wrists... we used every tactic.
One person, no—30 people, finally knocked down the first love and her servants.
"You filthy, shameless two-faced bitch, how dare you bully the female lead and cut off the hair student's hair!" Luminia bit down on the first love's ear, pulling it with all her might.
"Ahhh!" the first love screamed.
Her ear was actually bitten off!
We were shocked.
"Luminia, you're too ruthless," said a classmate. "What if the first love seeks revenge?"
Luminia was at a loss, "I didn't mean to..."
"The deed is done, no use in arguing. Let's run first," Mr. Shelton said.
We quickly controlled our bodies, picked up the hair student from the floor, and stuffed her into a bundle to escape. We weren't used to running while standing, so we decided to carry the bundle on our backs, reverting to the four-legged mode as we sprinted outside.
After regaining their senses, the servants screamed, "Madam Adeline has gone crazy and bitten the lady's ear off!"
If our wild, defecating run through the hallway when we first transmigrated shocked the whole manor, then this time, biting off the first love's ear sent shock waves throughout the capital.
As everyone knows, a normal person who harms others will be thrown into prison, but if a mentally ill person harms others, the consequences are different.
We 30 ran desperately, but were still taken to the police station. To protect the female lead, we decided to keep up the act, continuing to roll our eyes, stick out our tongues, and twitch while crawling.
As we ran, many people saw the female lead sprinting on all fours and confirmed that she had gone mad.
What the public was now concerned about was no longer whether the female lead had harmed anyone, but whether this madness had come from her home or from the manor.
This caused a huge uproar, and the Malvoisin family sent someone to inquire. Adeline's mother had passed away, and although her father didn't like her, he couldn't allow her to ruin the family name.
At the police station, the Malvoisin family insisted that the female lead was physically fine, and that the manor had mistreated her, causing her to go mad.
Luminia opened her mouth, drooling, and said, "My sister did this to me... My sister did this..."
To make the effect stronger, I began rolling my eyes forcefully, one side up, the other down, scaring the officers back.
They were convinced that the female lead had gone mad.
The words from her mouth only made the onlookers believe it even more.
In the end, the first love, who had her ear bitten off, gained no justice. Instead, her reputation for causing madness spread, and she was despised by the entire city's noblewomen.
Having been born illegitimate and married into the manor, she was already disliked by many. Now, with the malicious rumors surrounding her, she would never be able to integrate into high society again.
The male lead, due to his family's loose discipline, had a poor reputation in the noble circles.
In the novel, all the suffering falls on the female lead. Now, with the 30 of us messing things up, the male lead and His first love are suffering alongside the female lead. Is this a good thing?
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The female lead suffers greatly, and half of it is caused by others, and half by herself.
She doesn't explain, letting the male lead misunderstand, and in the end, she tragically dies young.
After shamelessly rubbing on medicine at the police station, we sat in the car coming to pick up the female lead from the manor, facing a dilemma—should we tell the male lead the truth?
The proponents said, "Of course not, we have to follow the plot. What if the plot changes, how will we go back?"
The opponents said, "We should tell the male lead the truth. The female lead is so pitiful. And just following the plot doesn't guarantee we can go home. What if the condition for going home is to change the female lead's fate?"
We 30 were split into two factions, arguing heatedly.
Suddenly, the car stopped, and the driver impatiently told the female lead to get out.
We got off the car and found that the driver didn't take us back to the manor, but directly to the slums.
It turned out that when the female lead was taken to the police station, the first love went to cry to the male lead. Looking at the first love's earless self and hearing the rumors, the male lead, in a fit of rage, ordered the female lead to be sent to the slums, forbidding her return to the manor.
Since we couldn't meet the male lead, we couldn't explain the truth, so we continued following the plot.
After getting off the car, the driver sarcastically told the waiting female thug, "Since Madam Adeline has gone mad, she's not allowed to leave the slums, you must treat her well."
I was about to roll my eyes, but suddenly couldn't move my eyeballs.
The female lead woke up.
She stood beside the car, confused, looking at the female thug and the slums, and asked the eternal question, "Who am I? Where am I?"
We 30, trapped in her body, didn't dare to make a sound.
The female lead was settled in the slums, forced to wash all the slum dwellers' clothes, and every day, she had to fetch water to fill all the water barrels, but her meal was only half a bowl of food.
She was both exhausted and hungry. At night, when she fell asleep from exhaustion, we all got up to help her fetch water and wash clothes.
After washing clothes until midnight, Desoniel and Gretel couldn't take it anymore. "Why are we the only ones doing the work?" they complained.
We responded, "The only things we can use are her hands. We'd help if we could."
They were unconvinced, and Mr. Shelton, sitting on a stone, spoke, "Look at me. I'm sitting all the time and haven't complained. Can we get to work now?"
They said nothing and continued with the hard labor.
It's worth mentioning that, after her hair was cut, the hair student was able to move freely, but she couldn't stray too far from the female lead.
Every day, she curled her hair and threaded it through the window.
"Every strand of hair feels like part of my body. What it feels, I feel. It's so amazing," the hair student said.
We all envied her, begrudgingly continuing with our work.
"Since the hair student can move freely after being cut, does that mean if we get chopped off, we can move freely too?" Desoniel suddenly asked.
The class exchanged puzzled glances.
"Hey, the hair student is hair and can last a long time, but if we get her hands chopped off, they'll rot quickly," I quickly interrupted.
Others chimed in, "Yeah, if you want to move freely, you want to chop off your hand? What if the female lead is torn apart? Then she'll definitely die."
Desoniel responded, "I was just saying."
The next day, when the female lead woke up, she was shocked to see the washed clothes and the filled water barrels, and asked who had done it. The female thugs in the slums all said it was her.
She was clever and seemed to gradually realize something was off with her body.
At first, we didn't do much, but as time passed, we 30 began to coordinate better and could move like normal people, taking care of everything left for the female lead.
Gradually, the female lead didn't do much during the day. She would go up the hill to look at the scenery, smell the flowers, and her smile began to appear more often. She became very peaceful.
The things she had left behind, we made sure to finish.
One day, before going to bed, the female lead spread out a piece of yellowed rice paper and wrote with charcoal: "Thank you, another me."
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"She's actually thanking us!"
"She thought there was only one personality, but she didn't realize we were 30."
"The female lead is so kind, after we caused so much trouble for her, she's still thanking us."
The classmates were very excited.
I proudly said, "Of course, my daughter is the kindest person in the world."
"Daughter?" Luminia caught the key point.
I quickly shut up.
Luminia, "Explain yourself, stop playing dead!"
The other girls also glared, "Tell the truth!"
I helplessly whispered, "Um... this tragic novel... I actually wrote it."
"What? This terrible story was written by you?" Luminia fumed, "No wonder only you know all the plot twists. I'm going to kill you!"
She opened her mouth, extended the tongue, and swiped it toward the eyes.
I quickly shut my eyelids.
The nose student replied, "Ouch, Luminia, you hit me."
I opened my eyes again and saw that the tongue still couldn't reach my eyes. I laughed, "Come on, try hitting me, your fool!"
Swish!
The tongue actually shot to my eyelid and licked me.
I was stunned, "Can the tongue stretch that long?"
Luminia was also shocked, "I didn't expect that..."
"Stop fooling around," Desoniel said.
Luminia sprayed him, "How dare you talk? Aren't you two always fighting?"
When we first transmigrated, Gretel and Desoniel, who were enemies, would often fight while the female lead slept. The two hands would go back and forth, making a big show of it.
I quickly changed the subject, "Let's reply to the female lead."
Everyone agreed.
Gretel, controlling the right hand, took the pen and wrote on the paper: "No need to thank us."
The next day, when the female lead woke up and saw the words on the paper, she was stunned.
She was very bored in the slums, as the female thugs, following orders, ignored her. She started writing letters to us every day.
We enjoyed chatting with her.
"Adeline, the scummy guy isn't worth it, you're the most important."
"Language is for communication. If you don't speak, language loses its meaning. You must speak what needs to be said."
"Unreasonable requests must be rejected."
We taught her to be independent and strong, not to be sad for scummy men, and most importantly, to learn to reject others.
If she doesn't reject others, the work we do is exhausting too.
