Sand Sculpture Female Supporters Have Lots of Joy

CHAPTER 2:

4

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

 

I turned my head stiffly, looking at the ‘Wu Qian’ beside me.

 

What a tall and graceful beauty, with a stunning face like a painting, but she's taller than me by more than a head.

 

Upon closer inspection, not only is her cultivation level no lower than mine, but her physique is even stronger.

 

Wait, where is my weak, pitiful, and helpless heroine?!

 

My heart skipped a beat, and I almost stumbled. As I was being supported, the ingredients for the flower cake I had intended to use for a celebratory feast slowly drifted down.

 

Her captivating eyes stared at me, and she uttered a single, precious word: “Careful.”

 

“You even brought flowers to find Song Jinhui?” The real Wu Qian, standing in the rain of petals, was somewhat moved. “Senior Sister, you really... I'm going to cry…”

 

This is a colossal misunderstanding.

Looking at this pitiful soft girl, and then at the cool and elegant older sister supporting me, I felt a dizzying sensation.

 

“You, what were you doing just now?”

 

Shouldn't Song Jinhui be the one being bullied by them? Why does it feel like the roles have been reversed?

 

Hearing this, several female cultivators began to wail, “Waaaaah, Senior Sister, save us, Song Jinhui is going to kill us——”

 

Her pupils indeed reflected a trace of chilling sword intent, the killing aura directed at Wu Qian across from us.

 

“You've misunderstood, she's not that kind of person,” my mouth ran ahead of my brain, “Besides, with me here, you'll only suffer serious injuries at most.”

 

Wu Qian: “...”

 

I looked up at Song Jinhui. Those clear black eyes were fixed on me, and I vaguely sensed that she was waiting for me to speak.

 

Since my overt plan to be mean failed, I can only transform into a caring senior sister and use a gentle, insidious approach to sow discord.

“Although I got the name wrong, Song Jinhui is indeed the junior I admire. Let her give you a break today.”

 

Hearing this, the girl's initially cold demeanor dissipated. She obediently retracted her sword energy, leaning against me, a slight smile playing on her lips: “I'll listen to Senior Sister.”

 

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts. I awkwardly took her hand from my arm: “Let's go to the inner arena to prepare for the competition.”

 

On our way back, we happened to meet Second Senior Brother entering the arena. He moved shakily, drawing his sword with a look of suicidal determination.

 

During the individual performance segment, other contestants showed years of practice, but he was practicing during his performance.

 

His awkward, twisting movements caused the audience to gasp repeatedly.

 

“Second Senior Brother, now's your chance!” Seeing the opponent's opening, I quickly shouted a reminder.

 

A vacant smile appeared on his handsome face: “Ooh—look out—!”

 

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he was defeated in a single move, collapsing like a dead fish, not forgetting to give his opponent a thumbs-up. “It's truly as if Heaven is chasing after him to feed him manure.” The Master concluded this pathetic defeat.

Seeing him nearly faint from frustration, I quickly introduced the strong outer sect disciple, Song Jinhui: “The next one is even more obedient!”

 

Everyone marveled at her talent, but I regretted that both male leads were not present.

 

As she was about to take the stage, she lowered her gaze to me, her thick, curled lashes framing focused and serious eyes: “Does Senior Sister want to see me win?”

 

I nodded perfunctorily.

 

Of course, if you perform well and enter the sect, the story can progress faster.

 

“Then please, Senior Sister, keep your eyes on me.”

 

With that, the girl grasped her long sword and soared into the wind.

 

Her peerless beauty, combined with her graceful demeanor, sparked murmurs among the male cultivators present, with some even expressing a desire to find an opportunity to be a hero and save the beauty.

 

Song Jinhui remained indifferent, not even drawing her sword, dragging the match out at a leisurely pace, refusing to give her opponent an easy time.

 

Her hair, fluttering in the wind, glimmered with golden edges in the sunlight, making her appear extraordinary and ethereal. Finally, I spotted Gu Chengfeng in the crowd.

 

“Junior Brother, look! You're about to have a little junior sister!”

 

Seeing me, his expression was subtle. He turned to leave but was stopped by Second Senior Brother behind him, eager to watch the spectacle.

 

“The little junior sister has skin as soft as cream and moves like a delicate willow in the wind…” I recited the description of the heroine from the original text, and indeed, I saw him react a bit.

 

“What kind of delicate willow is this?” Following his well-defined hand, I looked at the figure effortlessly dispatching her opponent.

 

Noticing me watching her, Song Jinhui's eyes lit up. With a single palm strike, she sent the burly man flying, yet her robe didn't even flutter as she moved.

I paused, then continued smoothly: “Fair skin, beautiful face, and a muscular physique; she could knock out the legendary hero of Zhen Guanxi with one punch.”

 

“She's strong, you're weak; it's a perfect match!”

 

Gu Chengfeng's face was a masterpiece of expressions, shifting several times before settling into a deathly stillness: “I'm really not into that.”

 

Heh, you stubborn tsundere.

 

I need to get them together first, then stir up trouble during their ambiguous period to complete the grand mission of a vicious female supporting character!

 

And so, the heroine successfully entered the sect with her outstanding performance, and the gears of fate began to turn, pushed by me.

 

But after the apprenticeship ceremony, not only Gu Chengfeng, but even Xiao Qingchen's expression remained indifferent, lacking any trace of ‘fiery and honest gaze’ or ‘eyes filled with deep affection, as if about to drown her.’

 

I looked left and right, causing Gu Chengfeng to complain: “Senior Sister, you're disturbing my eyes.”

 

The taciturn Song Jinhui finally looked directly at her destined male lead: “You're so annoying.”

 

Oh no, the gears of love are about to break.

 

After much reflection, I decided to seize the opportunity of the sect's solo missions, using the suspension bridge effect to heat up their relationship.

5

The Sword Sect is poor, but Gu Chengfeng and Xiao Qingchen are rich.

 

They have money, but today they are separated, searching for clues about the demons.

 

Ultimately, our group of three wandered from one end of the snack street to the other, silently observing the prices.

 

“If I could eat something like that, even if I had to live in a fairy palace and receive an unparalleled sword, I would be willing!” Lu Xingyun watched the bright red braised pork knuckle, swallowing hard.

 

“If something made like that could be delicious, I'd eat it on the spot!” Seeing the fried chicken legs, I couldn't help but shed tears.

 

Song Jinhui, the perpetually broke number three, who had been silently following me, tugged at my sleeve and whispered something.

 

The environment was noisy, so I had to slightly raise myself on my tiptoes to reach her lowered head: “Are you hungry? I have steamed buns here.”

 

“I have money to buy chicken legs,” a warm breath brushed against my neck, it was Song Jinhui's, “But if I buy them, I won't be able to afford the pork knuckle…”

 

An unexpected wave of joy washed over me. I glanced at the dazed Lu Xingyun and decisively made a decision.

 

In the end, he could only gnaw on a steamed bun with a resentful expression: “Junior Sister, why didn't you buy me anything?”

 

I proudly pointed at Song Jinhui: “A little bit of intimacy; men and women should maintain a distance, only the two of us can share.”

 

She was wiping the oil from my fingers, and hearing this, she shook her head: “I don't like meat; Senior Sister can have it all.”

 

After our satisfying meal, we received a message to immediately set off for Wuling Mountain to rendezvous.

“You're not good at flying, so let me carry you,” Lu Xingyun offered with an air of magnanimity.

 

I chuckled.

 

If I had a phone, after hitching a ride on Second Senior Brother's flying sword, my step count would be at least 25,000.

 

“My swordsmanship is quite steady. I can ride with Senior Sister.” Song Jinhui reached out, catching me as she leaped into the clouds, and indeed, it was steady as a rock.

 

From behind, I wrapped my arms around her waist without a care in the world, but I vaguely felt something was off.

 

This waist, though slender, was overall much thicker than mine.

 

Thinking this, I couldn't help but look at her profile. At this distance, I could practically count her eyelashes.

 

Her skin was cool and white, her nose bridge was high, and now her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, losing some of their coldness and appearing even more alluring...

 

“Is Junior Sister cold?” The temperature was frigid high in the air, and my breath formed mist.

 

Perhaps due to overexertion, her low voice trembled slightly: “It's okay.”

 

What an excellent junior sister!

 

Thinking this, the hands wrapped around her unconsciously began to circulate their magic, ready to provide her with some warmth.

 

Unexpectedly, during a bump, my hand trembled and landed directly above her abdomen.

Just as I was about to apologize, I was stunned by the sensation.

 

Who can tell me why the heroine, who is supposed to be delicate and graceful, with a curvaceous figure, has a chest that's flatter and harder than a wall?

 

What about the promise of making both male leads dry-mouthed and ‘slightly moved,’ ‘unable to look further’?

 

My heart was in turmoil, and my body began to sway.

 

“No—!” Something suddenly attacked, Lu Xingyun's scream faded away, and I, losing my balance, plunged downwards.

6

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying beside Song Jinhui, soaking wet. She was still unconscious.

 

Taking advantage of the situation, after checking the injury on her lower leg, I carefully examined a few other places.

 

Yep, that's right.

 

This is a male junior sister.

 

I actually laughed until I cried.

 

Heh, what's this? ¹Memory loss spray! One squirt.

……

Forget it, I can't fool myself.

 

With tears in my eyes, I sacrificed the meager points I earned in the last world to buy a medical kit, first to bandage the wounds of the ‘heroine’ and myself to save our lives.

 

Then, I immediately started searching for the long-lost system: “Come out and explain this to me!”

 

I wailed and used my points to exchange for a chance to cut in line, finally hearing a response from that damned thing.

 

“It is what it is, the situation is the situation,” it tried its best to gloss over the matter, “In short, there was a problem, I forgot to tell you that the heroine and the male lead from another timeline were switched.”

 

In short, the original delicate heroine is in another world, and there's no way to get her back.

 

Because the heroine of this world is only Song Jinhui, and he was also told by his fortune-telling master to disguise himself as a woman for safety since childhood, the timeline somehow managed to function normally.

I gritted my teeth: “You system developers are becoming more and more outrageous. You completely fail to follow the plot and even mess up crucial information.”

 

“Where is that outrageous? It's always been like this for the years I've been operating,” it even had the nerve to whine, “Don't go around making false accusations; take this.”

 

The system sent a document titled, “Top Secret Internal Information, Payable for Viewing.”

 

Upon opening it, I found it recorded the male and female leads' secret information, the first entry being Xiao Qingchen's preferred underwear color.

 

“So what am I supposed to do now? The heroine is gone; what am I supposed to use to develop the romantic plotline?”

 

The system told me that due to special circumstances, my mission was temporarily changed to wingman.

 

In short, as long as they get together, the mission can continue. As for the female supporting character's making a mischief, it's just considered a bonus.

 

“Are you sure this can still have a happy ending?”

 

Faced with my frantic state, its response was to go offline at the speed of light:

 

“Dear Host, we have received your feedback and have forwarded it to the relevant business department. Please wait patiently for a reply. Thank you for your understanding and support!”

……

Song Jinhui groaned in pain, and I realized that his head had been resting against the hard rock wall, very uncomfortable.

 

I recalled his image from earlier, leaping down and rushing towards me.

 

In his usually calm eyes was rare panic, calling my name helplessly: “Pei Tang—”

 

Sigh, what a good... male friend, ruined by this system.

 

Now I'm not without options, there's still the path of certain death.

 

I can only make the best of a bad situation and try to bring them together.

 

Putting gender aside, Xiao Qingchen and Gu Chengfeng are both pure-hearted lovers destined for tragedy, and like Song Jinhui, they have tragic pasts.

 

If I can really help them achieve mutual redemption and happiness, it would be a good deed.

As night fell, Song Jinhui finally woke up. Seeing himself resting on my lap, his face flushed instantly.

 

“Senior Sister…” He fidgeted, trying to get up, but ultimately collapsed back into my arms, unable to move due to weakness.

 

I reassured him and told him to rest here for the night, and we could leave once the medicine took effect at dawn.

 

To achieve my goal, I transformed into a confidante: “Zhihui, let's have a heart-to-heart talk, you and I.”

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¹[Heh, what's this? Memory loss spray! One squirt.]

This line is a combination of humor and sarcasm, allowing the protagonist to deal with the shock and disbelief of discovering that her supposed "junior sister" is actually a male. It also sets up a bit of comedic tension, as she's just joking about having discovered a memory lost spray.

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