How To Ruin The Original Work (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
Everyone in the banquet hall turned toward the entrance, where a loud commotion had just erupted. Standing there were a single female student and a single male student.
These were none other than Nigel, whom Allen had been desperately searching for, and… Noah Vessalion.
“Oh, we have latecomers again, as expected! Don’t worry—come on in. Siennia always stands by those who arrive late.”
Widrun’s joke lightened the mood.
In contrast, Allen’s eyes narrowed.
Though it was common knowledge in high society that Noah Vessalion was practically engaged to the eldest daughter of Duke Dian, he had officially remained without a fiancée until turning seventeen.
Allen had heard recent rumors that he’d declined entry into the Imperial Knights, but he’d dismissed them as mere gossip—yet seeing him here at Siennia, where he hadn’t shown his face in social circles lately, felt surprising.
Now that his veiled presence was revealed, everyone realized the praise for his exceptional looks had not been exaggerated in the slightest.
‘Whoa… Vessalion doesn’t pale even next to Nigel. But then… why are they together?’
Well, actually, he could guess why.
Allen let out a soft chuckle as he looked at Nigel’s carefree hair.
Just then, as if hearing Allen’s thoughts or simply sensing it, Nigel’s gaze locked onto Allen’s—and stared intently at his face.
Without hesitation, Nigel strode forward with the confident gait of a foal that had just found its mother.
Regardless of who watched or not, Nigel kept walking straight ahead until she finally spotted Allen’s face.
After a week apart, Nigel looked nothing like the same person Allen had first met—back then with messy hair and a faded dress worn down by time. Now, she was the picture of a flawless lady.
Well, except for her flushed cheeks—likely from running—and slightly tousled hair.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“No, it’s my fault—I didn’t explain things properly.”
Nigel’s flushed face and the few leaves stuck in her hair suggested she’d rushed here in a hurry.
At this point, Allen’s earlier urge to sulk had completely melted away.
“Um… that hair swept to the side suits you well.”
Nigel started awkwardly.
“Right? Sebastian struggled a bit with my stubborn bangs. But you look gorgeous today! I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“…So what were you doing?”
“You probably already know what happened, even without me saying it.”
Allen laughed openly and gently fixed Nigel’s hair.
“Oh, thanks.”
Allen plucked a leaf from her hair and placed it in Nigel’s palm.
“Uh… never mind that. Who’s that kid standing behind you, and what’s your relationship with him?”
Allen pointed toward Noah Vessalion, who stood like a silent shadow behind Nigel.
“Hmm…”
The boy destined to become the hero of the Arenium Empire… no, not quite.
Someone met by a lakeside while searching for the Golden Dragon and getting lost… also not quite.
“…Nothing much. We just ran into each other on the way.”
At Nigel’s words, Noah—who had been silently standing—visibly darkened in expression, like a large dog betrayed by the master he trusted.
‘Huh…? This is interesting.’
Clearly, the two were hiding something—and Noah seemed subtly more concerned about Nigel.
This couldn’t possibly be boring.
Allen’s face lit up with a sparkle.
“Hey, Allen. So what was that announcement about just now?”
“Oh, the headmaster? He said they’ll name the entrance exam top scorer… you know, first place.”
“What do you get for being first place?”
“Hmm… from what I know, probably a teleportation stone usable within the academy for one semester and a private dorm room?”
“Then I should head out right away.”
“Yeah… but what happened to the top scorer…? Nigel…?”
Ignoring Allen’s stunned look, Nigel quickly strode forward and stood right in front of Widrun in a few large steps.
“The protagonist always arrives late—it seems that saying fits perfectly today, doesn’t it?”
Widrun smiled warmly at Nigel.
“Please give her a round of applause! The first perfect scorer in ten years—Nigel As of the Magic Department!”
Clap, clap, clap…
Half-hearted applause rang through the hall. Everyone was clapping hard enough, yet somehow it sounded dispiriting to the listener.
Even scattered whistles and cheers couldn’t drown out the feeble clapping.
A few openly glared at Nigel with obvious resentment.
Nigel returned to Allen, holding a teleportation stone neatly wrapped in an elegant velvet box.
Seeing how tightly she clutched the box—as if deeply satisfied—made Allen’s lips twitch involuntarily.
“Ahem… this is precisely the item you needed most… congratulations, top scorer of the entrance exam, Nigel As.”
“If you’re going to hide it poorly, you might as well laugh openly.”
“Really? Heh—hahaha! Hahaha! Nigel, you’ll never get lost in Siennia again! Wahahaha!”
As if waiting for those words, Allen threw her head back and burst into laughter.
Tsk. Nigel silently turned her head away.
Where she looked, she found numerous people glaring at her with clear disapproval—not just one or two, but enough to be impossible to ignore.
“Allen, Allen—stop laughing already. Why are they looking at me like that?”
“Ahem… probably students from the Politics Department.”
Allen wiped away tears as she answered.
“So? What does that have to do with anything?”
“The Politics Department has always been full of top students—they’ve almost never lost the year’s top rank. Especially the top entrance spot—for ten years… no, wait. Since you’ve broken it, they hadn’t lost the top entrance spot for nine years.”
“Ohhh… so they’re a bit rigid, huh?”
“Uh… yeah, you could say that.”
Allen chuckled sheepishly, now also receiving sharp glares.
“By the way, Nigel—how did you end up coming here together with Lord Vessalion?”
Allen glanced at Noah, who kept stealing glances at Nigel even while surrounded by people.
Something interesting must’ve happened between them.
“He’s no ‘lord.’ He didn’t even join the knights.”
Nigel grabbed a fruitade offered by a waiter and downed it in one go.
There’s definitely something going on between them!
Allen’s imagination threw an impromptu party in her head.
Nigel wasn’t satisfied with just one drink—she finished another glass immediately after.
“Nigel, drink slowly—you’ll upset your stomach.”
“Since when did drinking fruitade become like drinking liquor?”
“I’m just worried. While waiting for you, I drank four or five glasses on an empty stomach, and my stomach’s been burning ever since.”
“…”
Nigel’s hand, holding the empty glass, trembled slightly. Just then, a skilled waiter swiftly approached and safely collected the glass before it could fall.
“…Sorry.”
“Oh, it’s fine—friends do that kind of thing sometimes. Don’t be down like that. Come on, let’s have some fun together! I’ve got tons to talk to you about!”
“…Okay.”
At the word “tons,” Nigel’s shoulders flinched. Allen smiled and, as a good friend, pretended not to notice.
[This is the timeline separator]“Aaah…”
Nigel groaned as she woke from sleep.
Her head throbbed as if it would split open—even though she hadn’t drunk any alcohol. It was punishment for underestimating Allen’s “tons.”
She rarely dreamed, yet even in her dreams, Allen had chased after her to talk.
Nigel barely managed to properly tie her school necktie and clutched the teleportation stone in her hand.
“Teleport, cafeteria.”
In the blink of an eye, she’d moved from her private dorm room straight to the cafeteria entrance. The sudden appearance left the students in blue uniforms gaping like rabbits.
Meanwhile, those in red and green uniforms yawned and calmly walked into the cafeteria.
The first time she’d used it, Nigel had been as amazed as the new blue-uniformed students—but now, like the upperclassmen, she felt nothing special about it.
Thanks to someone pestering her yesterday, she’d teleported at least thirty more times.
“Good morning, Nigel!”
Startled by Allen’s voice—which sounded almost too real—Nigel dropped the spoonful of soup she’d just scooped back onto the table.
“Did you sleep well last night? Thanks to you, the party was super fun! Especially the teleporting!”
It hadn’t been a hallucination.
Neatly dressed in her uniform, Allen sat down across from Nigel.
Clack.
Allen set her plate down.
Unlike Nigel’s hearty breakfast of bread, soup, and perfectly crisp sausages, Allen’s plate held only a few slices of fruit.
Clack.
Next to Allen, another plate was placed—containing nothing but a salad dressed only in olive oil and some chicken breast.
“Good morning.”
At that voice—which definitely shouldn’t have been heard—Nigel’s sausage plunged straight into her soup bowl.
“Noah, come sit down.”
Allen welcomed Noah cheerfully.
‘…Yesterday she was calling him ‘Lord Vessalion’ or ‘Viscount Vessalion’—since when did they become so friendly?’
Noticing Nigel’s displeased look, Allen spoke up.
“Oh, right—I forgot to mention. Noah and I are roommates.”
Allen casually draped an arm over Noah’s shoulder.
“By the way, you said you’d go train this morning—how’d you get back so quickly?”
“Yes, I didn’t want to push myself too hard on the first day.”
At this relatively welcome news, Nigel nodded in approval. The fate of the empire rested upon those delicate hands now picking up salad with a fork.
“Right, train hard.”
“…Yes.”
At Nigel’s words, Noah clenched his fist tightly under the table.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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The praise for Nigel is growing at the academy; let’s see how this highly talented girl fares there and develops a good relationship with Noah.
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