9. Action

She slowly walked alongside the other students who were chatting with their reunited friends.

Her arms and legs began to swing unnaturally, and her face froze completely. 

Lance, following behind her, noticed the peculiarity in her behavior and the way she walked; he first furrowed his brow, then his lips twitched upward. 

Arriving at the top of the stairs, Paige paused for a moment, and there she was, the female lead. A meter in front of her, the girl stumbled over something invisible and tilted backward as the iced Frappuccino she was holding for someone beside her splashed onto Paige's white blouse, soaking her. 

The surrounding students stood in stunned silence, making way for the two to confront each other. 

Before Paige could even register what had happened or glance at the appearance of the female lead, a text popped up in front of her. 

The system seemed to have given up on the non-disclosure rule regarding the male lead, as the consequences for discussing the storyline were so slight they didn't elicit a reaction from her anymore.

However, this time it had been upgraded. At the end of the text stood the punishment for not acting as instructed: 

[Punishment for changing lines or actions of the original host: Losing a finger.]

She gulped as she read, having thrown her last scruples out the window. The male lead was here anyway.

Paige woodenly repeated her line, staring into the distance. Reading it aloud, she spoke: 

"You bitch. Are you out of your mind? I will kill you for this." The even tone combined with her stony expression astonished the onlookers, while Lance, standing still on the upper half of the stairs, mentally facepalmed and struggled to hold back his laughter. 

The skinny, lovable female lead Natasha was stunned when the cold voice was heard. She had the impulse to turn her head to see if there was a board behind her with text being read aloud.

After an obvious pause, Paige hesitantly grabbed the hair of the stunned female lead, then turned around, casting a pointed look at Lance. Seeing him nod, she flung the girl down the stairs. 

With their obvious difference in body size, this scene was no problem for Paige; she only nervously hoped that Lance would catch the kid. 

Lance caught the female lead perfectly. He wanted to show a triumphant smile to Paige, but his expression fell as he looked at her transparent blouse, showcasing her assets in a white bra that, fortunately, offered some discretion. 

Lance lightly held the female lead in one arm to stabilize her while he tossed his blazer to Paige with his other hand so that she could cover herself.

When Paige received the blazer, she looked questioningly down at her cleavage, realizing the predicament. 

"Damn, that won't come out with just washing," she thought reflexively, but then remembered that she was rich now, sighing in relief. 

Seeing the boys staring at the spot that was currently covered and the girls around her looking at her mockingly, she clicked her tongue, slipped into the blazer, and buttoned it up. 

Lance had expected to see her flustered or something, but her frozen face showed none of that.

He turned finally to look at his counterpart in the scenes they would perform in the future. 

Natasha was skinny, her light-brown hair cascading down her shoulders in waves. She had honey-colored eyes with scientifically improbable flawless skin. 

Even he, the male lead, had a pimple here or there, but she was the epitome of perfection. She was so gorgeous that he felt somewhat plastic.

He touched her face for a moment, and when he looked at his finger, he saw a substantial makeup trace. 

'Ah, now I get it.' It was truly fascinating what you could do with the right foundation. 

Natasha blushed furiously, not only for being rescued by a super-hot guy, but also because he had even touched her face tenderly. 

Paige observed all his little motions and coughed lightly from the secondhand embarrassment she was experiencing.