I, a top-tier gold digger, transmigrated into the role of a "green tea" female side character who was cyberbullied to death. A photo of the male lead was hanging on the campus forum. [I heard Harrison Ford finally has someone he likes. Is it going to be her?] [Can't wait to witness Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family.] The girl leaving comments and stirring up the crowd downstairs was my roommate. She smiled radiantly and said, "You should just go ahead and confess your feelings. He doesn't have a girlfriend anyway." Bullet comments drifted past my eyes: [The male lead doesn't have a girlfriend, but he has a fiancée, wow!] [The female lead is too kind. She saw the side character had a crush on the male lead, so she hid her identity as his fiancée.] [The side character should stop flattering herself. The male lead only likes her roommate.] [As soon as the clownish side character confesses tonight, the male lead will officially announce the female lead.] I curled my lips and posted a faceless selfie on a brand new account. The caption: [My good friend keeps telling me to confess to her childhood sweetheart. What should I do?] 1. Because the selfie page showed an IP address from Capitol University, it was quickly pushed to people within the school. Alumni commented: [Are you interested in her childhood sweetheart?] [The poster's body is chef's kiss. Love it. Is your friend trying to keep the good stuff within the family?] [Is her childhood sweetheart handsome?] I replied to them one by one: [I do like him a bit.] [She probably meant well. She's always trying to set us up, inviting me to all sorts of activities.] [He is very handsome. But our family backgrounds don't really match.] Soon, the alumni jokingly replied: [You both got into Capitol Uni, what's there to worry about regarding family background? Unless it's someone like Harrison Ford, then maybe you'd need to worry a bit.] [What's there to worry about? Go for it, sis! If you break up, you might even get a ten-million-dollar breakup fee thrown in your face.] I gave each of their comments a like. The bullet comments surged rapidly. [Is the female side character trying to seduce the male lead by showing off her body? Dream on. The male lead only follows Serena Vance.] [This kind of post is so 'green tea'. Good thing the male lead won't see it, otherwise he might misunderstand the female lead.] The bullet comments were actually quite useful. If utilized properly, I could gather a lot of information. I curled my lips into a smile. Although I didn't know the male lead's account, I knew my roommate Serena Vance's account. I clicked into her following list. She only followed 36 people in total. [LMAO, is the female side character trying to find the male lead's account?] [Give up, there's no way she'll find it.] I went through them one by one, finally locking onto a user named "momo" with exactly 1 follower. Because this account only followed the female lead, and the IP address was consistently in Capitol City. I hit follow. The bullet comments exploded. [Holy shit! What a scheming bitch!] [How did she find it?] Harrison Ford's account had always been quiet. Besides a few close friends in his circle, no one knew this "momo" was his account. He looked at the sudden new follower and frowned slightly. Who was "A Cup of Green Tea"? He didn't care and locked his phone. He figured the fan probably just misclicked. The bullet comments gloated. [The male lead didn't even click into the female side character's profile.] [The female side character is such a dead 'green tea'. Her ID really matches her personality.] [This novel is about childhood sweethearts who marry first and fall in love later. The male lead is very responsible and will only love the female lead after marriage. It doesn't matter how beautiful the side character is.] [The female lead was always suspicious that he didn't love her because he was so cold to her. But when she saw him ruthlessly reject the beautiful side character's confession, she instantly felt relieved.] [The clownish side character is nothing but a touchstone for their love.] I looked at my bank card. Before I transmigrated, Serena Vance had urged me to buy a dress worth $160,000. She said a "battle outfit" was essential for a confession, adding that people in their circle would never wear cheap, few-hundred-dollar knockoffs. Driven by an inferiority complex, the side character gritted her teeth and bought an out-of-season luxury dress that looked tacky on her. Now, my card balance was 0, and I was still in debt on my credit line. I stared coldly at the balance and, without hesitation, listed the dress on a second-hand app. Rule number one of a gold digger: Never spend a single dime for a man. 2. My roommate's account was also cultivating a "wealthy heiress" persona. On her account, she had a flawless fiancé. Rich and handsome. No matter what she wanted, her fiancé would instantly satisfy her. Because their arranged marriage had only recently been finalized, and wasn't yet public, she never revealed their identities online. She just frequently did giveaways for her "shippers" in the comments section. The sappy little love stories she wrote easily got tens of thousands of likes each. Actually, she didn't have that many followers at first. It wasn't until she posted about the marital home her fiancé gifted her—worth over $500,000 per square meter. The post instantly blew up. I left a comment underneath: [So sweet! Sister, your fiancé treats you so well. I wish I could catch someone like him.] [What type of girls does he like? Wow!] Serena always loved seeing her fans ship them. But when she saw my comment, she frowned. She replied: [His standards are very high. It's best if you're talented in various arts and have a high level of education. You have no idea how hard I worked just to get him to notice me.] Then, she liked a comment below hers. [The most important thing is a matching family background.] The comments section was full of crazy shippers. [The heiress gave up studying abroad to get into Capitol Uni just for love.] [Radiant Heiress VS Ice-cold Childhood Sweetheart.] [As long as he turns around, he'll see the heiress right behind him.] [Patience pays off. After the arranged marriage, the childhood sweetheart's attitude completely changed. He used to ignore her, but now he brings whatever the heiress wants right to her.] [The heiress and her childhood sweetheart's families are so rich, yet they still started their own business in college. So ambitious. Not like me, just waiting to die.] As the only person who knew the original plot. I knew their real romance line started after my cannon fodder side character was written off. They were following the "marriage first, love later" trope. Right now, the male lead was only nice to the female lead because of their arranged marriage. Heh. That dog couple was using the original host as a stepping stone. 3. I twitched the corner of my mouth and uploaded a video of myself playing the piano on my profile. An essential quality of a top-tier gold digger: proficiency in various high-society talents. Whether it was piano or equestrianism, I had learned them all. I replied: [I know a lot actually, been working hard on learning lately~ Hope I can catch my crush.] Many people thought my comment had a hint of "green tea" style comparison and clicked into my profile. Subsequently, they teasingly replied: [What a coincidence, the little 'green tea' is also a Capitol Uni beauty.] [Probably just faked the IP to Capitol Uni. Let's see your student ID.] I didn't bother responding. Because very soon, a Capitol Uni alumnus recognized that the background of my first photo was exactly a university dorm room. My most liked post was the faceless selfie. The caption: [So conflicted, my friend keeps telling me to confess to her childhood sweetheart. What should I do?] Serena would never connect me to her shy, gullible little roommate. Because the original host didn't know how to do anything. A while ago, she dragged the original host to her birthday party to play the piano, and because she wasn't proficient, she embarrassed herself. She encouraged the original host to play the piano on stage to attract the male lead's attention, so the original host went up and played "Happy Birthday." The female lead's best friends mocked her terrible playing, and Harrison Ford stepped in to smooth things over. From then on, the original host harbored a secret crush on the male lead. She didn't know the male lead's fiancée was Serena herself, and under her instigation, she foolishly went to confess. In the end, Harrison publicly announced his fiancée on the spot. The original host lost all face in front of the entire school. Later, the female lead wrote a "bitter secret crush" story about how she always felt inferior because her roommate was so beautiful. This caused the original host to be seen as a scheming "green tea" by everyone, ultimately leading to her being cyberbullied to death. The bullet comments jumped up: [The side character is so scheming. Is she just trying to get attention?] [It's fine. Wait until she gets rejected by the male lead tonight; she won't be able to act up ever again.] Serena wanted to chat with Harrison. But she noticed his follower count had suddenly increased by one. Suppressing her anger, she clicked into my profile. Glancing over it, she saw the photos and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes. She kept feeling that the figure looked indescribably familiar. And my process of building the account was almost identical to hers. If it wasn't posting talents, it was posting about a secret crush. Harrison's secret account was only known to a few close friends, and she had deliberately shown off by pinning it in their group chat. She guessed it might be some young heiress who had caught wind of it. So, she directly tagged Harrison under my photo: [@HarrisonFord Nice body, do you like it?] Harrison casually lingered on the screen for a second, the photo flashing by. [Boring...] Serena saw the reply and laughed out loud. She then shared this as a joke within her circle. The bullet comments jumped with schadenfreude. [Hahaha, the male lead just said 'boring' after seeing the carefully taken photos by the female side character.] [LMAO, all that effort for nothing.] [Just a clownish side character. If it weren't for her confession, the male lead probably wouldn't have agreed to make the female lead's fiancée status public.] [After all, the male lead is currently developing the game "Path to Immortality" behind his family's back. It's still in the closed beta phase, and he doesn't want any extra trouble.] [Love grows after marriage~ The male lead isn't actually frigid. After marriage, the female lead will be terrified by the kinky stuff that dog male lead comes up with.] [The male lead's family are all old-fashioned. They oppose him making games. His childhood sweetheart is the only one who truly understands him in the future.] [In the future, the male lead's game will be a massive hit, becoming a national phenomenon. Even the streamers who broadcasted it early on made tens of millions.] I was extracting information from the bullet comments. A few days ago, I had already applied for the closed beta qualification for "Path to Immortality" on the official website. Serena didn't know about the game's existence yet. Using the game to approach Harrison was the perfect entry point. 4. My game ID remained [A Cup of Green Tea]. I curled my lips, switching screens to send messages to Harrison while grinding levels in the game. In the original text, the supporting male character, Carter Hayes, was also grinding mobs here. He was the male lead's roommate, and they ran in the same circles. Back then, after reading the female lead's "inferiority complex" story, he mistakenly thought the original host was intentionally trying to be the other woman, and cursed her the harshest online. Stupid, reckless, and self-proclaimed righteous. Perfect to use as a tool. I targeted Carter, teamed up with him, and then stole his mob right at the final hit. I opened my mic and said in a cutesy voice: "Thank you, big brother." Carter's hand shook, his victorious smile freezing on his face. Harrison looked at his phone as a message popped up from his good buddy complaining: [Bro, some highly skilled cross-dressing guy stole my mob! I lost my 'First Kill of the Server' title!] [I hate this! That person named 'A Cup of Green Tea' or whatever is at the top of the leaderboard now! So shameless!] The bullet comments jumped up: [The female side character's methods are so low! Who steals the last hit like that!] [She just wants to intentionally attract the supporting male character's attention. Stop dreaming, he only likes innocent, pure girls.] After following Harrison, I only sent him one message: [Thank you for helping me out before, Harrison~ Can I treat you to a meal tonight?] Then, I posted a screen recording of the game with the "Path to Immortality" tag on my new account. [The experience in this game is amazing!] The smooth controls, combined with a hype edit and background music, quickly gained traction. Harrison looked at the familiar ID with a hint of surprise on his face. He clicked on my profile picture. The first thing he clicked on was the game recording I had edited. The thumbnail was the post-match screen of Carter getting his mob stolen. The bullet comments jumped: [LMAO, the male lead is a dead straight guy, only interested in games.] [Suddenly relieved, the male lead definitely won't pay much attention to the female side character.] [Even if the female side character is good at games, so what?] At the end of the game video. He unexpectedly heard a sticky, seductive: "Thank you, big brother." The video's bullet comments also suddenly spiked here. Harrison's finger paused slightly. Then he dragged the progress bar back a bit. And listened again. In the original text, he was a closet audiophile. He only discovered this trait when he was in bed with the female lead. I intentionally recorded this voice at the end of the video. I bet he would watch it to the end. The bullet comments were all cursing— [What the hell is the female side character being so slutty for!] Harrison restrained himself and only listened once more before exiting the video. On my profile, there was only one full-body photo, and it was from the back. The composition was excellent, the body proportions were perfect, and I hadn't elongated my legs. Logically, he should have exited the profile. But he took a second look, feeling it looked somewhat familiar. He then clicked into the newly posted video from today. It was a clip of me playing a piano piece, the fluid music pouring out. The caption was: [If my confession fails today, I'll change my name to 'Daisy the Scumbag Beater.'] He suddenly guessed who the woman behind the screen was. Because Serena had just sent him a message. [Come back to the dorm tonight. My little roommate has something to tell you.] Harrison: [Daisy again? Didn't you tell her about our relationship?] Serena replied vaguely: [It's understandable for a young girl to have a crush. You can just reject her privately when the time comes.] He tried to search his memory for anywhere he might have offended Daisy. The only memory that remained was the awkward "Happy Birthday" song she had played last time. In his perception, apart from her beauty, Daisy didn't have any memorable traits; she would stutter as soon as she got close to him. Online, however, she was much more proactive. Logically, he shouldn't have agreed to have a private dinner with me. But he hesitated. He first clicked into the piano video and commented: [Just started learning? You're progressing very fast.] The bullet comments flew by. [??? Why is the male lead giving the female side character the time of day?] [Pretentious! The female lead has been learning piano since she was a kid. How can the female side character even compare!] I replied with a cute emoji, lying through my teeth: [Yeah, just started learning. Even the teacher praised me for having a talent for it.] [Besides, I learn everything super fast!] Harrison looked at the "scumbag" in the caption, his finger pausing for a moment before he found the chat box and replied to my message. [I'll pick you up downstairs at 5 PM.] The time Serena had scheduled with him was 8 PM. He thought that rejecting me privately a bit earlier might be more appropriate. He didn't think the tiny ripple he felt just now would make him betray his fiancée. The male lead in the original text had always been principled, so the female side character's confession tonight was bound to fail. What I needed to do now was to pull myself from the position of the "other woman" to that of an innocent victim. I curled my lips and replied with a cute emoji: [Okay! (Heart hands)] Then I sent another message. [Could we not order anything too expensive?] [Kitten begging gif.] Harrison looked at the message and raised an eyebrow. I sent a screenshot, acting pitifully. [My roommate said I had to buy a nice dress, and then I ran out of money.] The screenshot was of an overpriced "idiot tax" dress that Serena had highly recommended, along with my payment page showing $160,000. Harrison looked at the bright red dress and remained silent for a moment. Within three seconds. He replied: [Send your card number.] I didn't play hard to get and quickly sent it over. My bank card received a deposit of $200,000. I curled my lips into a smile. The bullet comments started cursing. [Not only a scheming 'green tea', but also a gold digger!] [The fiancée's mess, the male lead is taking responsibility to clean it up. This makes total sense! It's definitely not because he's interested in the female side character!] [Didn't the female side character sell the dress?! She even lied to the male lead! How cheap!] At this time, Serena was replying to fans' comments. Fans were very curious about her boyfriend's true identity. She replied to a shipper in the comments, [He doesn't like crowds. I'll see if I can find a childhood photo of us.] Serena's comment with the photo instantly became the top comment. My comment hung in second place. The bullet comments rejoiced: [Childhood sweethearts are the best!] I scoffed. Knowing each other for ten years, if it was true love, they would have been together long ago. Why would the female lead resort to such methods? Logically, men with partners aren't within my target range, but if they come looking for trouble, that's a different story. 5. Today was the first day of the closed beta, so not many people had spent money on microtransactions yet. As soon as Harrison logged into the game, he saw a familiar name suddenly shoot up the "Whale Leaderboard." The ID [A Cup of Green Tea] was sitting pretty at number two. Number one was Carter. And he had been pushed down to number three. Thinking of how Daisy had just pitifully claimed she had no money, he couldn't help but twitch his brow. He knew Daisy's family background; she absolutely couldn't afford this kind of spending. It was one thing to play the game because she liked him. But watching her be lured by the game into reckless spending was another matter entirely. The bullet comments were all cursing me for being a spendthrift. Meanwhile, Harrison sent me a message. [I'm here.]
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