1 The Day I Died

"What's wrong with this book? The FL is so weak and the ML is stupid enough to think the villain is the female lead despite their obviously different looks. The only character who have common sense and worth praising is the villain. Why did I even read it? Such a waste of my time."

Fan Yang Ling is a teenage girl who is fifteen years old. Right now, she's angry after reading a book called "The Tyrant and Me". She was expecting a smart girl who is able to tame the so-called tyrant and teach him a lesson. What she was not expecting was a girl as weak as a weed who always get punched around by the villainess like a sandbag, gets ignored by the male lead, and lose everything she has to the villainess.

"That's the new popular version of books these days, Ling." The one who just called her Ling is her best friend, Yu Yan. She was saying, "The female lead you think is not the real female lead. The villainess is the real female lead. This is a isekai novel where the FL Ming Mei, went into the book she have read and reincarnated into the body of the villainess. She then takes matters into her own hand and change the fate of the original villainess's fate. I think most people call her (the black lotus)?"

"Dear Yu Yan, of course I know that. It's just that, does she really have to take the female lead's family business? She's already rich and her husband, the male lead is not poor either. The female lead doesn't know how to strike back and only knows how to cry. Pathetic. Also, I can't believe no one tried to help her."

"That's because they're scared of the male lead and well, a villainess is still a villainess, even if she's not the original one. Plus, this is a story. It's controlled by the author. If you want a different ending, you might as well as tell him to change it."

"Ugh, fine, then." They were in school at that time. There are seven hours in every grade, and it was the sixth hour. After the last hour, Yang Ling cleaned her locker quickly, checked all the textbooks to do HW, and headed back home. On the way home, her head was filled with thoughts of the white lotus, the black lotus, weak female leads, arrogant male leads, and villainesses. She was so engrossed in thinking that she didn't realize she was on the crosswalk until she was hit by a truck. The last thing she thought before she die was "I should've go to that author if I knew this would happen."