After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Entangled by a Crazy and Beautiful Villain - Chapter 33.1

Still arriving just as the morning lesson was about to start, Song Linlin quietly found an unoccupied back corner seat. Most people were heading for the front, but Song Linlin deliberately sought out this inconspicuous corner. She was only attending the morning lesson because she had to.

Sitting down, Song Linlin couldn’t help but yawn. She had been wide awake on the way here, so why was she suddenly feeling sleepy the moment she arrived at this place?

Right now, Song Linlin desperately wanted to nap on the desk in front of her. She couldn’t believe she had to wake up early for class even after transmigrating into a book. Although there was no explicit requirement to attend, she used to come often, and it would be too strange to suddenly stop without reason.

Fortunately, aside from the morning lesson, she was free to do whatever she wanted in the sect at other times. Everyone was given the freedom to arrange their own time and activities.

Of course, this was also because, before reaching a certain level of strength, one could not attract the attention of the Elders or higher-level important figures. The powerful Elders’ personal disciples certainly weren’t as idle as the others; they were often assigned various tasks.

Song Linlin lacked enthusiasm. Everyone else was eager to improve themselves, their spirits high, impatiently waiting for the lecturer. Only Song Linlin was yawning uncontrollably due to the atmosphere, secretly telling herself that she really should go to bed earlier tonight.

It was torturous. This feeling immediately brought back memories of her own days of staying up late and having to wake up early for class.

Looking at her energetic fellow disciples, Song Linlin quietly shook her head. Thankfully, she had deliberately avoided Ye Tingran and Zhiyu’s sight when she arrived and found a corner seat; otherwise, she would have had to force herself to pay attention and listen carefully.

Since she arrived quite late, it wasn’t long after Song Linlin sat down before an elder, who looked full of integrity, walked in with a leisurely pace. She didn’t have a deep impression of this person, but he was clearly the lecturer on duty for today.

The white-bearded elder cleared his throat. His voice was not loud, but it ensured that everyone present could hear him clearly. He exchanged a few brief pleasantries before getting to the point, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, and beginning his sermon to the many new disciples.

Song Linlin’s head spun listening to his lofty speech. The speaker was a serious and earnest person who didn’t slack off and genuinely shared his insights on enlightenment.

Everyone around her looked like they were gaining valuable knowledge, which only made things harder for Song Linlin. She sat hunched over, trying desperately not to actually fall asleep.

If she were discovered sleeping during the lecturer’s discourse, it would be extremely disrespectful, especially since these lecturers were taking time out of their busy schedules only due to the sect’s regulations.

They were sincerely sharing their experience. If her sleeping displeased the lecturer and caused them to stop speaking, Song Linlin would become a sinner to everyone present.

Few new disciples, other than those with connections, had the opportunity for guidance, so everyone naturally cherished this rare opportunity for instruction.

Song Linlin reached out and pinched her thigh, using the pain to force herself to stay awake. She regretted staying up so late with Chi Qianning last night, especially since this morning’s lecturer was speaking entirely in a way Song Linlin couldn’t understand.

In the quiet environment, only the leisurely voice of the elder lecturing at the very front echoed constantly. No one dared to interrupt; everyone was listening intently. Even the birds on the trees seemed to have disappeared, making the silence excessive.

Song Linlin was locked in a fierce battle with intense sleepiness, having to pinch herself every now and then. However, apart from bringing her body some pain, the mental exhaustion and drowsiness were completely unrelieved.

She was slumped in her seat with her head lowered, her eyes half-closed. At this moment, her ears mysteriously caught a sound of extremely light footsteps. The sound was so faint and indistinct that Song Linlin wasn’t even sure if she had misheard it, feeling like it might be an auditory hallucination.

Then, the quiet and sparsely populated back row suddenly heard some rustling of clothing and the faint gasps of certain people. Following this, Song Linlin felt someone slowly walk up to her and sit down in the empty seat next to her.

Song Linlin was too sleepy to be alert. In her peripheral vision, she could vaguely see that the person was wearing the same white Xuan Yun Sect disciple uniform as her, and it wasn’t the lecturer coming to catch her sleeping. This prevented Song Linlin from feeling any wariness or defensiveness toward them.

The middle section of the back row was sparsely populated, but it was almost full. Only her area had many empty seats because the lecture wasn’t very effective for her. Since the seat wasn’t her exclusive property, Song Linlin had no objection to others sitting next to her.

She was just surprised that someone would be late for today’s morning lesson. Even Song Linlin, who had zero anticipation for the class, came on time every day.

Being late for the morning lesson was extremely rare. This sparked a rare curiosity in the bored and sleepy Song Linlin, making her really want to see who this latecomer was.

Moreover, she had a strange premonition that the person seemed to be observing her as well. The person’s gaze was too obvious; Song Linlin could still sense it at such a close distance.

Song Linlin reluctantly lifted her drowsy head, tilting it slightly to look at the person next to her with blurry eyes.

The first thing that caught her eye was naturally the identical white uniform. Aside from slight differences in style between male and female clothing, Xuan Yun Sect disciples all looked pretty much the same.

Her gaze then moved up to the person’s face. They had snow-like silver hair, unrestrained by a hair tie, cascading casually over their shoulders and chest, reaching down to their waist.

The person’s skin was dazzlingly pale, almost chalky, and their lips similarly lacked color. Only their pair of deep red eyes were especially profound, making it hard to forget them after just one glance.

The person was sitting lazily, their head slightly tilted, and their bright red eyes met hers, looking utterly bored.

Song Linlin’s eyes widened instantly when she clearly saw the person’s face. Her previously groggy head instantly cleared up. She stared at the person in disbelief, suspecting she was hallucinating.

Isn’t this Chi Qianning?! Shouldn’t she still be at the residence? Why is she here?

In the quiet atmosphere, only the high-level theories of the lecturer at the front continuously resounded. Song Linlin couldn’t gasp in surprise, so she just stared blankly at Chi Qianning, feeling like none of this was real.

The morning air was damp, full of the fragrance of dew and various plants. The location of the morning lesson wasn’t indoors, but a spacious veranda with many green plants and trees planted on both sides. The gentle sunlight streamed down, passing through the railing and onto Chi Qianning’s face.

This caused Chi Qianning to squint slightly. She clearly didn’t like being directly exposed to the sun.

Seeing the small movement on her face, Song Linlin confirmed that this was a living person, not an illusion born of her excessive drowsiness.

Her lips parted and closed several times without making a sound. Song Linlin stared at the person for a while before moving closer, narrowing the distance significantly. Her ear close to the other person, she quietly asked, “Why did you come over?”

The atmosphere was too quiet. She didn’t dare speak too loudly, or it would be too obvious and attract the attention of others.

Chi Qianning rested her elbow on the wooden table in front of her, supporting her chin with one hand. Ignoring what others might think, she didn’t look at the lecturer at the front. Her red eyes stared directly at Song Linlin. She crooked a finger, signaling Song Linlin to lean in closer.

Song Linlin didn’t overthink it, actively moving a bit more toward her. She brought her ear close to the other person, waiting for Chi Qianning’s answer.

Chi Qianning leaned her upper body slightly forward, bringing her lips close to Song Linlin’s ear, her warm breath landing on her ear. She chuckled softly and spoke faintly, “I was so bored being there alone without you, so I came out to look for you.”

The person’s voice was so close, practically whispered in her ear. Song Linlin felt a tingling sensation. She turned her head and looked at her up closely, her eyes showing some surprise and other emotions.

She had thought Chi Qianning wouldn’t be interested in going out. She hadn’t expected this person to actively come looking for her. Does this mean she was thinking of me?

Song Linlin didn’t feel comfortable asking out loud. She couldn’t help but look away, avoiding Chi Qianning’s gaze, otherwise, Song Linlin always felt like she had mind-reading abilities, knowing what she was thinking with just a glance.

However, as she looked around, Song Linlin noticed something wasn’t quite right. Shouldn’t everyone be diligently listening to the lecturer? Why were several people nearby looking at her?

Her gaze swept around, her eyes full of confusion. Those who Song Linlin caught staring openly immediately shifted their gaze awkwardly. However, even though these people were no longer obviously staring at her, the feeling of being secretly watched grew stronger.

Clearly, others were still secretly looking.

Song Linlin thought seriously for a moment and couldn’t figure out why she would be attracting so much attention today.

She retracted her gaze and was about to tell Chi Qianning that someone was secretly watching them, but she noticed that Chi Qianning’s clothing seemed a little off.

Song Linlin remembered that last night, she was wearing the dress that she had lent her before. During the dual cultivation, Song Linlin saw her sweat so much that she thoughtfully helped her take off the outermost layer of clothing.

Why was she now wearing the Xuan Yun Sect disciple uniform?

Song Linlin didn’t recall the other person having such an outfit. She observed more closely and keenly noticed that the sleeves of Chi Qianning’s uniform seemed a little short, one size smaller than the clothes she normally wore. It would fit perfectly if Song Linlin wore it.

Wait, could this be her clothes…

She kept these clothes stuffed in her closet. Every time Song Linlin went to find clothes, she hadn’t avoided Chi Qianning, so she must know where her clothes were.

So, Chi Qianning wore her clothes out?

Song Linlin scrutinized her from top to bottom. The sect uniform was a form-fitting style, which naturally highlighted her figure. The fine white material was decorated with various subtle patterns and hand-embroidered designs.

When Song Linlin wore the sect uniform, she looked significantly more proper. The same was true, if not more so, for the inherently cold and aloof Chi Qianning. Ignoring the pair of mesmerizing red eyes, she could be described as having an otherworldly, immortal-like demeanor.

“Are you wearing my clothes?” Song Linlin couldn’t resist asking quietly after admiring the beauty.

“Mhm.”

Chi Qianning had no intention of hiding it and nodded straightforwardly. Moreover, there was no need to hide it; anyone with eyes could tell. She said slowly, “I found a set in your wardrobe.”

“Oh, well, alright.”

It was just a set of clothes. Song Linlin didn’t mind lending it to her. She had a few other sets of the sect uniform anyway, and it wouldn’t hurt to buy some new ones, as they weren’t expensive at this point.

The amount of contribution points Chi Qianning earned by helping her catch fish yesterday was more than what Song Linlin had painstakingly saved up for so long. This made Song Linlin feel like she should treat her like a revered treasure.

However, she was still a little curious. Chi Qianning had so many clothes of her own, why wear hers, which was a little short for her?

Song Linlin moved closer to her and quietly asked, “Why are you wearing my clothes? This outfit is a size too small; a size larger would fit.”

“One must wear the sect uniform when moving around inside the sect,” Chi Qianning answered succinctly, without much explanation.

Song Linlin was used to her speaking style and had to figure out her meaning. What she said—that one must wear the sect uniform inside the sect—was true, and Song Linlin knew that, but she wasn’t a disciple of the Xuan Yun Sect, so she didn’t need to wear it.

Anyway, no one could see her, so Chi Qianning could wear whatever she liked.

Wait, Song Linlin suddenly thought about the moment she walked in, and the earlier gazes that were fixed on her area.