Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 4

The beautiful woman exclaimed, regretting her composure, "That was wonderful! Perform for me again sometime!" I glared at her fiercely and said, "Get lost."

He paused for a moment, then said, "My name is Su Gu, and the little brother looks just as good-looking as me."

Damn it, who looks like you? I look just like my mother! But what did he just say his name was?! Su Gu, the Su Gu Zi Mo mentioned? The most handsome young man in the capital, the legendary richest man in Dongqing Kingdom, a powerful family that has received the most imperial favor but refuses to serve in the court—I'm shocked!

Zi Mo pushed Chou Chou next to me and introduced him in a flattering manner: "This is Sikong Qian. Qian, this is the eleventh brother Shen Ziyi that I often tell you about. I didn't lie to you, did I? He's just as handsome as Gu."

What?! He's Sikong Qian? Too...! -- Too...! -- So disappointing! Talented men should all be handsome!

Sikong Qian neither showed friendliness nor dislike towards me. He merely glanced at me without any expression, only ignoring me out of respect for Zi Mo.

I looked at the silent ghost in the distance and asked Zimo with my eyes, "Who is that?"

Zi Mo avoided my gaze, pretending not to understand what I meant, and looked down to check my injuries.

The beautiful woman glanced at the figure in the distance and asked tentatively, "Qianqing, shall we go back?"

The surname Qian—which noble family in the dynasty had the surname Qian? As I pondered this, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through my nerves:

"Ouch! Zimo, be gentle, it hurts so much!"

"Honey, just bear with it and you'll feel better when we get back and apply the medicine." What a lie!

In the sixth year of Emperor Rende's reign, I was ten years old.

As I moved from the small class to the large class, it was time to learn riding and archery. Ouyang Wu Hui was still my "deskmate," and we were practically inseparable. Most of the time, he would fight while I watched, he would charge forward while I took advantage of the situation. We bullied all the other kids in the academy—no, we were bullied by him.

He fights with people he has a grudge against, and he fights with people he has no grudge against either.

I asked him curiously, "Why?" He said, "I don't like the look of it."

Our group of six, who play football together, often find time to go out for a stroll, walk around, chat, and enjoy life to the fullest.

Just as I expected, Su Gu, at the age of twelve, had already grown into a handsome and graceful young man, with a smile that could topple cities and eyes that held a seductive charm—he was practically a transvestite.

Sikong Qian, that ugly man, achieved early success, holding an official position in the imperial court at a young age. His only flaw was that he grew increasingly ugly.

"Eleventh brother, hurry up, we're about to leave!"

"Wait a minute." I packed up my painting supplies, handed "The Butterfly Lovers" to my mother, and flew out like a wisp of smoke.

Seeing me anxiously, Zi Mo said, "Why are you so slow? Be careful, or Wu Hui will get angry again."

"So what if it's popular? It's not like we've never been popular before." I jumped onto the carriage and headed straight for the gathering place—Yaxian Pavilion.

As soon as they entered, the cacophony of shouts and cries of battle assaulted their senses. The waiter wiped his sweat from his brow, while the shopkeeper cowered under the table, too afraid to come out.

I pretended not to see that all-too-familiar figure. I led Zi Mo towards the transvestite who greeted us. "Zi Yi, you've finally arrived."

I glanced at the man who was flirting with me, and thought to myself with a cold sweat: Is this guy gay? Before I could even sit down, Su Gu's eyes lit up and he said, "The people downstairs wanted to see you, which is why they bumped into each other and started fighting. How was it? Exciting, wasn't it?"

"Excellent." I sat down at the end of the table, took the black tea Chou Qian offered, and took a small sip. I had no interest in the performance downstairs.

Zi Mo asked, "Who angered Wu Hui?"

“My mortal enemy,” the transvestite replied kindly to Zi Mo’s question.

Zi Mo was not happy and said, "How did we run into each other here? What a spoilsport!" It was unpleasant to have a fight break out on a rare day for exercise.

[Main Text: Chapter Six]

Looking at the table full of delicious food, I said, "It's good to run into each other. Only when we run into each other can sparks fly. Otherwise, how can we cultivate feelings and breed enemies?"

The more intense the fight downstairs, the better. It would be best if that person didn't come up and try to take this "braised lion" from me.

"Ziyi, you're not cute!" The transvestite father's voice exuded a seductive charm.

"As long as you're cute, that's enough."

"How can you say he's cute? He's handsome."

"Get lost. You call yourself handsome? You're barely passable at best."

The transvestite adopted a pitiful, wronged expression, pinching her fingers delicately, and lamented, "You... how could you say that to me? It hurts me so much..." She then turned and lunged at Chou Qian for comfort. Chou Qian dodged to the side, causing the affected transvestite to miss her target.

The transgender man, despite being offended, didn't stop. Instead, he clung to me, taking advantage of me with snot and tears streaming down his face. But I'm just a kid; even if you let him touch me, you won't find anything.

Sometimes I feel that this guy really likes to be close to me. The reason could be that he thinks that I am not manly enough, even though I am the same size as him. If dogs find companions by smell, then he seeks comfort by sight.

"How did things go?" Qian Qing asked Chou Qian beside him casually.

"No problem," came the even fainter reply.

"There's something wrong with me," the transvestite suddenly got off me, and said mysteriously and regretfully, "My problem is... our actions will yield unexpected results."

Qianqing smiled knowingly and nodded to the transvestite.

Zi Mo paused for a moment, then returned to normal.

I'll just pretend I'm ignorant and enjoy my food, ignoring what they're plotting.

"Bang—!" The sound of the door being kicked open came through the door. I instinctively pulled out the chair next to me, waiting for the person who entered to sit down, still seething with anger. Look how well our deskmates coordinate.

The transvestite climbed back onto me. I took the freshly brewed tea from the waiter and brought it to Wu Hui's lips: "To cool you down."

After finishing his drink, Wu Hui slammed the cup on the table with a loud bang and roared, "This time I'm going to make him pay!"