55 The Vice President is Secretly a Sadist 7 (1/2)

After a while, the two split up as Yao Heyan returned back to his classroom and Yin Mei continued walking through the school grounds. Some time later, she stood at the back of the gymnasium while watching Wen Hua's class perform Snow White. Many of the roles were gender bent or seemingly out of place. For example, the witch was an athletic looking boy, while the princess was a cool girl that looked like she could save herself and had a harsh tone as she lectured the dwarves.

And when the cute Wen Hua came onto stage, the disconnect between the people and the roles grew greater. She played a cute and slightly clumsy prince, which elicited some laughs and warm smiles from the audience, but Yin Mei just felt increasingly annoyed inside.

In the end, she went back to her classroom to change out of her outfit and met up with a member of the disciplinary committee to patrol the campus grounds. Now that she thought about it, shouldn't Yao Heyan have also been patrolling with a partner from the disciplinary committee? She wondered if they had decided to split up or something.

Patrolling around the grounds, their duties were to warn anyone they found breaking the rules, break up any fights, etc. etc.

The disciplinary committee managed to see the cool awe inspiring sight of the student council secretary roundhouse kicking a troublemaker, and many people's jaws almost dropped. Yin Mei would not admit that she was simply venting her frustrations out on other people. It took all her might not to beat the guy up.

Another legend was created on this day. Aside from the students able to see such a romantic scene between Yao Heyan and He Lanying, leaving those who had shipped them cheering in joy, they also saw such a badass side of the normally reserved and elegant miss secretary. From this day forward, she was secretly known by the students as Queen.

Or so the rumors went.

The three day long culture festival was soon quickly over, and as expected, both Yao Heyan and Yin Mei had been too busy to visit each other's booths. Yin Mei had only spotted Wen Hua occasionally during this time, but pity she had not been able to see any developing relationship between her and Rong Sheng.

It wasn't like she was rooting for them or anything, as she still felt this pairing was a little iffy. Rong Sheng was still okay. In fact, she no longer hated him as much as before after interacting with him for a while, her natural bias against male leads fading just slightly - though, because she knew the original events of the plot, she still had her reservations, but after all, those were actions that he had yet to do at this point in time. But Wen Hua was still someone that she had an aversion too. She recalled that the previous world female lead was still okay, but the world before that. Her eyes darkened. That godd*mn Yao Ling!

Just thinking about it still made her upset.

Wen Hua herself didn't have a particularly horrible personality. It was just that she was simply too weak and reliant on men.

To top it off, she seemed to constantly get into trouble and accidents on a daily basis, also dragging the people along with her.

If Yin Mei recalled from her brief skim through of the storyline, she had been involved in a kidnapping attempt, robbery, attempted murder, theft, miscarriage, attempted r*pe, and all sorts of juicy events for guys to pop out and save her in.

It was too the point that Yin Mei wondered if she had born with some sort of special constitution that resulted in all these sorts of things happening to her.

Well, whatever. Since they were a pair of soulmates, she shouldn't say anything in the end. They had a happy ending after all. That being said, it's not like the information actually showed what had happened after their so-called happy ending - in other words, their life after marriage was completely unknown.

So she couldn't really say how long that happy ending had lasted.

The next day, Yin Mei began preparing herself for the school dance that night. She didn't know whether Yao Heyan and Rong Sheng had sent Wen Hua a dress like they did in the original plot, but she told herself not to think too much into it.

The dress that she chose was red. She really like the color of red. It was the color of roses and fire and fresh blood.

And most of all, it was the color the demon king liked the most. The color that he looked the best in.

But she told herself that wasn't the reason why she liked it.

She looked at her image in the mirror. A long satin dress with a slit at the thigh displayed her slender legs, while her smooth back was almost completely revealed.

It was a little revealing for the dance, but not enough to get her in trouble. She put on the red lace masquerade mask, and put on a bright red lipstick to match.

Right as she was about to put on the finishing touches to her makeup, her phone let out a message alert sound, and Yin Mei saw that she had received a text from Yao Heyan, asking if she had finished yet.

”Not yet,” Yin Mei replied before setting the phone back down, and she leaned in slightly close to the mirror to put on her eyeliner and mascara.

She hadn't put on makeup in a really long time. In the zombie apocalypse world, of course there would be no opportunity for anyone to put on makeup. If you had time to be putting on makeup, then one would really wonder if it was truly a zombie apocalypse world.

As for the cultivation world, although there was makeup, Yin Mei wouldn't use that sort of thing. In the first place, Bai Yu and Feng Hua had such stunning natural looks already that makeup was completely unnecessary.

Yin Mei finally finished by putting on a pair of red shoes. Her make up was red, her dress was red, her shoes were red, her nails was red, and her jewelry was also made up of rubies. Everything was so extremely red. She wondered if it might be too much, but whenever she looked at herself, she somehow felt satisfied.

The contrast of the red against the snowy white skin made it look especially white, and her dark eyes stood out from underneath the lace mask. It was definitely eye turning material.

She then messaged Yao Heyan that she was finished, before grabbing a gold clutch and placing the phone inside. Walking out of the dorm, Yao Heyan was waiting. He was wearing a deep black suit with a black button up, his tie a red matching Yin Mei's dress. He had on a shining and metal black half mask, his blue eyes appearing even brighter than before. It was an outfit that was in stark contrast to his gentle appearance, but he looked good in it, his aura somehow becoming more wicked and seductive.

Yin Mei blinked. Yao Heyan turned to look at her, and was stunned in place.

This color of red... truly suited her like no other color. Like he had thought, she looked wonderful in red. The image of that beautiful hanfu flashed through his head again as he wondered where he had seen that.

But he soon shook his head, refocusing his attention on Yin Mei.

He grabbed her slender hand in his own, bending down to kiss it. ”Will you accompany me to the venue?” He asked.

Yin Mei absentmindedly nodded. When did she promise him that they would go together? Or had he just known that she would agree?

The two walked to the entrance of the school, where a sleek black limo was waiting for them. The school had rented a venue off campus, and it would take a good half hour to reach the location.

Yin Mei only recalled this when they had both entered the limo. So she would have to be in this same small space with Yao Heyan for half and hour?

”You look the best in red after all.” Yao Heyan said, as the car began to drive, speaking out what he had thought earlier.

”Eh? Why would you think that?” Yin Mei asked. She tilted her head. She recalled that she had worn red before Yao Heyan once before. He Lanying herself had rarely worn the color as she had felt it was too garish. So the one time that she had worn red in front of Yao Heyan had been the dress that she had worn on the day they went to the amusement park with Rong Sheng in tow. The red she had worn then was similar to the one she was wearing now, though perhaps slightly lighter in color.

Yao Heyan also remembered that dress, but he thought this one was even better. It was more similar to the image he had in that vision of his. ”Hmm, just because.” He replied with a slight smile. ”I feel like it's similar to something you've worn a long time ago.”