Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

Looking at the bright-smiling girl in front of her, Wen Qing felt most of the anger she felt from Su Yi'an's inexplicable harsh words dissipate.

She shook her head and smiled, saying, "It's nothing, I didn't mind."

Su Yilan looked her over curiously, her gaze landing on the painting tube slung over her shoulder, and asked, "Are you also a student at my aunt's art studio?"

Wen Qing nodded, just about to say something, when a flood of comments suddenly appeared, making her pause.

[Hey, isn't that Su Yi'an's older sister, Su Yilan? Why is she here too?]

[The vicious female supporting character from the original novel! Neither of the siblings is a good person; they both like Lin Zhiyan and have teamed up to make things difficult for Wen Fan many times.]

However, she was slightly better than Su Yi'an. Although she wasn't directly involved in her sister's death, she certainly stood by and did nothing.

In the end, the Su family went bankrupt, and she fled abroad with Su Yi'an. The original novel didn't explain whether she lived or died in the end.

To be honest, the character of Su Yilan was a bit of a waste. She's supposed to be a twin sister, but in the original novel, she's just a supporting character to her brother the whole time, with her role as a mere plot device.

Wen Qing stared at the comments for a moment, stunned.

The girl with the cheerful smile in front of me is actually a vicious supporting character.

She looked at Su Yilan again. Her flaxen hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, and her amber eyes held a bright and straightforward expression. Standing next to Su Yian, she had a completely different temperament.

At this moment, Su Yi'an impatiently tugged at Su Yilan's sleeve, drawing her attention back.

"Sis, please help me think of something! What should I do with my painting?"

Su Yilan sighed, her tone full of helplessness.

"I asked you to change the gift, but you wouldn't. Your uncle isn't the kind of person who's petty; he'll like whatever you give him."

"That's different!" Su Yi'an's voice was extremely stubborn, his brows furrowed. "This is something I've been drawing for a long time. Every stroke is my hard work. It's impossible for me to give it up."

Su Yilan, annoyed by his nagging, raised her voice by half an octave: "What's the use of coming to me if your painting is ruined? Can I conjure up a new one for you?"

A tender gaze fell on the painting that Su Yi'an was clutching in her right hand.

It is a landscape painting of sunrise at the seaside. The rising sun has just leaped out of the water, and the sky transitions from deep purple to orange-red and then to golden yellow, with rich layers of color.

However, in the very center of the painting, where the sun should be, a large patch of blue and black paint has been splashed on it, as if someone had accidentally overturned a palette, and the thick paint has completely covered up the carefully painted sunrise, ruining it.

It is indeed a work of art made with care.

Wen Qing thought that if this was something she had spent many nights drawing stroke by stroke, and it was ruined like this, she would probably be furious.

Just as the siblings were at an impasse, a hesitant voice suddenly broke in from the side.

"I...have a way to repair your painting."

Su Yi'an and Su Yilan were both taken aback.

Su Yi'an turned his head, his suspicious gaze sweeping over Wen Qing's face twice: "You can fix it?"

His tone was full of distrust and a hint of contempt.

Before Wen Qing could answer, Su Yilan had already given him a swift flick on the forehead.

With a sharp crack, Su Yi'an covered his head and hissed.

"You're already doing well that someone can help you, why are you still questioning and doubting?"

Su Yi'an stared intently at his sister, his cheeks puffed out, but his sister's imposing aura was overwhelming. He moved his lips a few times, but in the end, he only snorted coldly, turned his head away, and did not refute her.

Su Yilan snatched the painting directly from Su Yian's hand and handed it to Wen Qing with both hands, her tone crisp and straightforward.

"Since you say you can fix it, then give it a try. The painting is already ruined anyway, so let's try anything. Even if it can't be fixed, I won't blame you."

Wenqing took the painting and felt the wrinkles on the paper that Su Yi'an had squeezed.

She looked up at Su Yilan and smiled gratefully, "Thank you for believing in me. I'll try my best."

Looking into her determined eyes, Su Yi'an felt a flicker of hope rise in her heart, but she maintained her indifference on the surface.

Even as his sister turned to walk towards the art studio, he deliberately lagged behind by half a step, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wen Qing, and squeezed out a threat through gritted teeth in a low voice.

"If you fail to fix it... you're dead."

Wen Qing glanced at him expressionlessly, not even bothering to respond, and simply followed Su Yilan with the painting in her arms.

Su Yi'an glared at the back of her head from behind, feeling that all his pride had been trampled into dust by this woman.

My sister is really something, why does she always side with her?

Su Yi'an thought unwillingly.

When the three returned to the studio, all the other students had left, leaving only an assistant tidying up the easels.

Su Yilan greeted her assistant and asked her to come and lock the door later.

The assistant glanced at the strange trio, nodded, and went into the inner room.

Wenqing placed the painting on the easel, opened the toolbox next to it, picked out a few fine-tipped paintbrushes, and squeezed some paint onto the palette.

Su Yi'an stood to her left with his arms crossed, and Su Yilan stood to her right, both of them staring intently at her hands.

Before she put her paintbrush to the canvas, she looked up at the twins and had the strange feeling that she was a monkey performing a talent show in a zoo.

Then she looked away, took a deep breath, and began to write.

The studio was quiet, with only the soft rustling of paintbrushes touching the paper.

With gentle, steady movements, she used a clean, damp brush to soften the edges of the blue and black stain, making the harsh boundary smooth.

Then, I mixed a grayish-blue color that was close to the gradient of the sky, and used an extremely fine brush tip to layer it on top of each other, slowly transforming the originally glaring stains into the shadows of the clouds in the sky.

She repositioned the sun with orange-red and golden-yellow dots, her brushstrokes very light, as if afraid of disturbing the original flowing light in the picture.

Finally, a light touch of white in the highlights suddenly brought the whole image to focus.

A dozen minutes later, she put down her paintbrush, took a half step back, tilted her head to look at her work, turned left and right to make sure she hadn't missed anything, and then turned to look at the siblings.

"What do you guys think?"

In the eyes of the siblings, the painting had come back to life.

The sun, which had been destroyed, is now burning again in the center of the image, and the blue and black stains have not completely disappeared, but have been cleverly transformed into thick cumulonimbus clouds in the sky.

The deep clouds carried a faint dark hue, creating a contrast of warm and cool tones with the shimmering waves on the sea.

The painting actually has a deeper sense of depth than the original simple sunrise.

Su Yi'an stared blankly at the painting, her mouth slightly open, but no sound came out.

He had prepared a whole host of critical remarks, intending to find an angle to criticize her no matter how well she repaired it, but the scene before him left him speechless.

Su Yilan's reaction was much more direct than his. She grabbed Wen Qing's shoulder, her eyes shining, and her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"You did a great job restoring it! It's even better than my brother's original drawing!"

The comments section was also filled with shock.

Wow, my sister's restoration skills are amazing! I thought she was just offering minor repairs, but it turned out she went all the way up!

[Actually, in the original male-oriented novel, the younger sister was very talented in painting. If she hadn't learned programming to help the male lead start a business, she might have become a painter.]

[Male-oriented novels love to write about this kind of selfless female lead who gives up her own dreams for the male lead's career, and then the male lead, after achieving success, says, "Half of the medals are yours"—that's why I've never been able to ship the male and female leads, but the chemistry between the male lead and the villain is really strong. No wonder that couple is so popular, even the author actively jumped in to sell BL (Boys' Love) content for the sake of popularity.]

Wen Qing didn't notice that the comments were discussing her past life, and that Su Yilan was holding her shoulder tightly.

When Su Yi'an heard his sister say, "It's even better than my brother's original drawing," he immediately flew into a rage.

"Sister! How could you say that! What do you mean by 'better than me'? Did you think I wasn't good at drawing before?"

"I didn't say you drew badly," Su Yilan blinked innocently.

"Then why are you belittling me?"

"Where did I belittle you? I just said her recovery went well. Can you please not be so sensitive?"

Su Yilan was speechless.

Su Yi'an was so angry that she couldn't speak a complete sentence. Her chest heaved several times before she finally blurted out, "You're just being unreasonable." Su Yilan retorted, "You're just being sophistical." The two of them then began a new round of mutual verbal sparring.