Chapter 21

Transmigration Diary 21
After the ball the Cavendish villa parlor blazed with light.
Four on sofas in a tight circle—staring at each other.
Wen Shiyu still held three bouquets.
No one could accept the outcome—suspicious glances.
Awkward air.
Cefalina rubbed forehead—ears red—spoke first.
“I chased over because…… the perfume didn’t work.”
Caught Wen Shiyu looking—straightened—forced righteous tone.
“Cough—Wen Shiyu is still my servant.”
To Su Yan: “So you—cannot give her the scholarship.”
Not lying—the hoped-for perfume did nothing. Worse—it copied that clingy scent on Wen Shiyu she hated.
She did not doubt Wen Shiyu’s pheromones—
Suspected Su Yan added something else during collection.
Did Wen Shiyu want perfume to fail?
Why.
Looked at Wen Shiyu again for answers.
Su Yan sighed—second. “Fine. I didn’t know perfume would fail.”
Eyes on Wen Shiyu again.
“I gave my flower because…… she’s been studying hard lately.”
“I just want her to have the scholarship—no tuition worry—study properly. Dropping out would be a waste.”
Charlotte nearly rolled eyes.
Everyone knew Wen Shiyu’s grades—bottom tier.
Why pity a slacker dropping out?
Su Yan liked someone—wanted to give everything—lame excuse.
Only Charlotte left—shrugged—still holding the lily.
“I never meant to exchange with Wen Shiyu.”
“But Cefalina—you were too impulsive giving her your flower!”
Cefalina treasured family vows—that tulip was an irrevocable promise.
What if Wen Shiyu asked to marry in or such?
Charlotte had dreamed of exchanging flowers with Cefalina in public herself.
Blocking them had selfish motive too.
“So I ‘kindly’ swapped the flowers back.” Light tone—clever and thoughtful.
Her house was pragmatic—no rigid “word is bond.”
If Wen Shiyu asked later—see whether and how to honor it.
No guilt—turned to Wen Shiyu—innocent smile.
“Since we exchanged—the deal stands.
I owe you a wish—you owe me one.
I’m very petty—don’t break promises to me.”
Blink.
Wen Shiyu helpless—the flower was snatched.
But done is done—less trouble.
Looked at the two hotter “potatoes” in arms—Charlotte—nodded.
Ball suspense settled strangely.
Campus storm only beginning.
Next day anonymous forum—overnight fermentation—higher waves.
First time in school history—three top families’ wish flowers in one ball—
Same receiver!
Notorious laughingstock Wen Shiyu.
“So she’s with all three—”
“Impossible!! President is pure—”
“Ahem.” 【Photo waiting under Su Yan’s dorm.jpg】
“Ahem!” 【Same car.jpg】
“Photoshop!!!”
“Stop struggling upstairs.”
“Punch me—I’m still dreaming.”
“Maybe the goddesses are pranking us??”
While gossip towers rose—
Study help board—a plain titled post appeared.
Poster claimed top scholarship by grades—honor class perennial.
【I believed Saint Winsor’s halls were fair. Different birth—but merit decides. Today my faith shook!】
Quiet at first—then the payload:
【I lost top scholarship eligibility—not top 5% this term—no A+.
Teachers said the slot went to Wen Shiyu instead.】
Meaning Wen Shiyu ranked above her.
Post exploded.
Three thousand students—complex courses—core classes use brutal percentile grading.
Ninety-nine points—if five percent score perfect—no A+.
Honor class monsters—Wen Shiyu A+ meant beating ninety-five percent of elites—
And most of the school.
“IMPOSSIBLE!!!”
First reaction everywhere.
Saint Winsor is not slack—genius scholarship kids are human cheat codes.
A+ means beating them head-on—many nobles fail—last term’s bottom Wen Shiyu??
Tide of doubt.
“Fanfic post?”
“Grades hacked!”
“Secret scary background?”
“Pretty face—no books needed.”
“School kissing up to families—shameless?”
As trust in the academy wobbled—official account posted rare stern statement.
All grades this term proper—authentic—no fraud.
Unfounded slander—permanent ban and legal pursuit.
Hammer fell.
Absurd truth accepted.
Wen Shiyu—one term—from bottom to top five percent—
“Holy…… crap……”
Wind turned completely.
Not clinging vine—hidden genius boss.
Skill beats any defense.
Ball honors suddenly made sense.
“That face AND brain—who wouldn’t like her?”
“Goddesses saw talent—want to be friends?”
“Honor final problems are Lovecraft—she solves them—I kneel.”
“Black dress at the ball—I almost gave her my flower.”
“Brave—watch the three fandoms assassinate you.”
“New idol—beauty and brains god!”
In a day reputation vaulted from pit to peak.
Jealousy to awe—real admirers.
Storm center Wen Shiyu could not smile.
Cavendish parents contacted again—graver than ever.
Dr. Frank’s recent checks—
Cefalina’s “condition” worsened—not better.
Pseudocyesis more real—body mimicking pregnancy signs.
Consulting doctors puzzled—usually patients doubt and wake—
Cefalina fully immersed.
Parents blunt: Wen Shiyu should make her tired of “pregnancy”—want escape—not deepen immersion.
If this continued—they might not honor prior promises.
Wen Shiyu gripped the comm—heart sank.
They seemed sure it was her fault—using the situation to control Cefalina?
Impossible—
She truly wanted Cefalina well.
Words would not convince Cavendishes.
Next year last school year—enough credits next term—early graduate possible.
But graduate only after Cefalina recovers.
More urgent than scholarship—how to make her hate pregnancy and wake.
Maybe hate Wen Shiyu more?
But she thought Cefalina already hated her—
Where did it go wrong?
……
Next day Wen Shiyu asked Charlotte out.
Charlotte strolled over casual.
“Decided your wish already?”
Wen Shiyu: “I’ve always had a question.”
Even before transmigration reading the story—
“If you like Cefalina—why never confess?”
Charlotte blank—then awkward—realized Wen Shiyu was sharp.
“Idiot! You don’t blurt that—”
“Cefalina takes love seriously. Now we’re friends—see each other daily.
If I confess and fail—not even friends.”
Pause: “Confession is the victory flag—not the charge horn.
Unless I’m sure she likes me back—I won’t risk it.”
“Oh……” Wen Shiyu got it—romance rules she did not know.
Charlotte crossed arms—seize initiative: “You called me just for that?”
Wen Shiyu shook head—serious: “No. I chose my wish.”
She might not understand Cefalina—but Charlotte knew her—and wanted Cefalina to hate Wen Shiyu and wake.
Ally time.
Charlotte had planned excuses if Wen Shiyu asked too much.
Unexpected—selfless ask.
“You want Cefalina…… to hate you—and wake from false pregnancy?” Charlotte repeated wide-eyed.
Wen Shiyu nodded—Charlotte would dodge other asks—this one she would push hard.
Charlotte cleared throat complex.
“Cough…… then you found the right person.”
Whispered at her ear:
“She hated you at first—besides rumors—because she thought you marked her to control and use her.
Lately you obeyed—no demands—even distanced—so you seem less vile.”
Wen Shiyu frowned. “So I should not avoid—should pester—unreasonable demands—cling like gum—control her?”
“Exactly.” Charlotte watched her face.
“I can advise until she hates you.”
“Then please.”
So calm—Charlotte disbelieving.
Mouth open closed: “That’s really your wish? Nothing else?”
Would not generously offer a second wish—petty—chance gone.
Wen Shiyu nodded—clear calm eyes like that night under the dorm lamp.
“Your wish then?”
Almost asked nothing—still offering Charlotte a wish.
Petty met noble—Charlotte flushed—looked away—scratched cheek.
“Keep it—I’ll…… think.”