The Impostor Campus Queen Chapter 2

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

The next second, comments scrolled frantically across my vision.

【I'm taking shelter from this storm. She photoshopped herself twenty pounds lighter for online dating, found she looked a bit like our girl, and now she actually thinks she's a beauty?】

【Is she deliberately saying that in front of the female lead? Is this a catfight???】

【I can't take it. Does every chubby girl in the world fantasize about becoming a beauty if they just slim down?】

The comments were incredibly animated.

It was then I understood: I was the insecure, chubby roommate of the campus queen, the female lead in a sweet romance novel.

The so-called villainess.

In the story, consumed by insecurity, I sent my online boyfriend photos of myself after Photoshopping them to look much thinner.

One day, the female lead accidentally discovered that my online boyfriend, who constantly sent me expensive gifts, was actually the campus heartthrob she'd secretly admired for two years.

While she secretly looked down on my actions, she also noticed that my edited photos bore a slight resemblance to her own appearance after she put on makeup.

So, the female lead had a flash of inspiration. She secretly approached the male lead in real life.

She claimed I was using her photos for online dating, and that she was the girl in the pictures.

She then orchestrated several situations, making the male lead completely believe I was a vain, lying fatty who stole my roommate's photos for online dating.

In the end, the male lead deleted me and began a sweet romance with the female lead.

As for me in the original story, completely unaware of all this, I simply assumed the male lead had found someone else after learning the "truth," and quietly transferred to another school.

I knew my actions were wrong.

But was Luna's behavior right?

After my retort,

Luna, who had already turned away like a victor, suddenly paused.

A flicker of surprise, quickly followed by coldness, crossed her eyes.

She gave me a half-smile, half-sneer.

"Alright then, good luck."

After that, the dorm room became unusually quiet.

Luna finished her mask, then went downstairs to wash her face.

Then she sat at her desk, opened her makeup bag, and began meticulously applying her makeup.

I, meanwhile, quietly made my diet plan.

As I passed Luna's spot on the way to throw out trash, I suddenly froze.

Since arriving at Westwood, both in real life and on social media, Luna had always embraced a sexy, outgoing style.

But this time, she had put on a fresh, demure, light makeup.

She had even somehow dug out a white dress that looked perfectly innocent and student-like, wearing it.

It was almost as if... she was imitating that photo I had sent to my online boyfriend.