Wang Qing woke up from her sleep, her eyes instantly and undoubtedly nesting a room, a bed, a shelf, cloths, and hair that were not her's. Her figure felt smaller, shorter, slimer, confusion turning into a form of panic, the scream that Wang Qing let out echoing across the white walls. Wang Qing didn't know where she was, the room foreign to her. She looked down at herself to realize it didn't seem like her body, either. She thought it was a dream, a vivid, realistic dream, even though the thing she tried calling a dream looked for to good to not be true.
"It can not! It can not be real!"
She pinched herself as she heard footsteps echoing down the halls where the room she was located in was, everything seeming to be a joke but too good to not be true. The pinch only hurt, and she didn't wake up from any slumber. Wang Qing was getting very worried, anxious, as the door swung open, to reveal three men in servent attire, from head-to-toe, coming rushing over, to her. Wang Qing backed away, these men seeming foreign as ever to her, almost like she thought this was pretend. Wang Qing backed up in her bed until she booked her head against the wall, sending sharp pain up her head that she stood still in place as the men rushed to her side, checking the top of her head to see if she was ill.
"Young mistress! Are you well? We heard a panicked scream from up here!"
Wang Qing started breathing heavily, her breathing in quick patterns, almost like she was catching her breath, her heart beating faster and faster, the emotion of panic setting in deep within her.
"W-Who are you?"
Wang Qing back against the wall even more, curling up a body that's foreign to her against a wall, as the three men look at her with confusion, as well as worry.
"Young mistress, are you ill? Do you need assistance?"
One of them turned and walk over to the entrance of the room they were in.
"Mistress! Young mistress seems ill!"
Wang Qing attempted curling herself up more, up until she was basically a curled ball. She attempted backing away, just to bump her head once again, pain shooting up her body and freezing her in place, a clear tear rolling down her face.
"Just who are you people?"
Just then, an elegant middle aged woman walked in, her long brown but graying hair seemingly whooshing, even without wind. Her green eyes looked at Wang Qing, and she recognized her instantly; it was Wang Fang, the mother of Wang Zhen in the visual novel Highschool Life. Of course she'd know her, Wang Qing was practically in love with Highschool Life. In fact, she played the visual novel for 90 hours straight, playing both the Zhang Wei and Wang Zhen routes. Wait, why would Wang Fang be located where she is? That is the part that made zero sense, and what made less sense were the men; were they servent's? We're they spies? Was this somehow all a gag? Wang Qing had no idea of the sort until three words escaped Wang Fang's mouth.
"Hello? Wang Zhen?"
That is the moment Wang Qing froze in place, her face turning a shade of red and white, stuttering, looking at the middle-aged woman that was undoubtedly Wang Fang, it couldn't have been anyome different, and this was differently not a joke.
Is she Wang Zhen now? Whihroute is this? Can she choose or negate the routes?
She wasn't at all attracted to the male lead, Yu Ziyang, and she wasn't the age of seventeen mentally, either, so that would be utterly suspicious from her point of view. Wang Qing's muscles started to ache, then strangely relax.
"M-Mother?"
Wang Qing shook a little bit, her legs feeling like they couldn't move. She found it astoundingly odd that she was showing forms of relaxation. She shivered, her teeth clattering together before they strangely calmed themselves. She felt feeling in her leg again, finding will to stand up from her bed, stepping out, still shaking as she walked. Wang Fang looked concerned as ever, a mixture of confusion and anxiety plastered on her face.
"My daughter. Are you feeling ill?"
"N-No..."
Wang Fang didn't look convinced, but nodded, her graying hair catching the light in the room.
"Good. Come down for breakfast when you're ready."
Wang Qing looked in the mirror, her facial features, brown hair, brown eyes, slim body, then looking at the glasses on her shelf. She was definitely Wang Zhen.
"What's happening?"