Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“I’m afraid of pain. Can I not…”

Qi Qian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the bustling traffic below. His tone was indifferent: “Yun Zhixue has been sent abroad.”

He was on the phone with his close friend, Yun Zhiqi, who was the older brother of Yun Zhixue.

There was a silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds. Then, a complex sigh came from Yun Zhiqi, sounding somewhat exhausted: “Yeah, he left on this morning’s flight. Qi Qian, about what happened before… I apologize to you on his behalf.”

Qi Qian’s expression did not flicker in the slightest, as if he were speaking about a stranger with whom he had no connection: “No need. As long as it is resolved, that is enough.” His tone was flat, as if he could not be bothered to mention the matter again. “His school and housing abroad have all been arranged. There will be people watching him; he will not have the chance to cause any more trouble.”

“I hope so,” Yun Zhiqi’s voice was filled with a sense of helplessness. “I hope he can behave himself over there and think things through.”

“I certainly hope so,” Qi Qian’s voice was as cold and hard as iron. To him, Yun Zhixue was an insignificant person. Had Yun Zhixue not crossed the line so egregiously—even triggering a visceral sense of disgust in him—he would not have bothered dealing with him personally or ensuring he disappeared from his sight.

Yun Zhixue had been spoiled rotten by his family, and his vile personality was known to everyone. What Qi Qian found most incomprehensible, and what even triggered a physiological aversion, was that strange fetish of his: despite being a man, he insisted on wearing all sorts of dresses, dressing up in flashy, flamboyant attire like an overly ostentatious peacock that gave people a headache just looking at him.

That kid seemed to have an inexplicable obsession with him.

Qi Qian remembered several times when he had gone to the Yun family home to discuss business with Yun Zhiqi, only to “run into” that figure wearing a fluffy or silk gown. The person would deliberately brush against him, calling him “Brother Qi Qian” in that pinched, pretentious tone, while the thick scent of perfume on him made Qi Qian feel like he was suffocating. The way he looked at him was even more blatant, filled with undisguised intentions and self-righteous seduction. Every touch made Qi Qian feel as if he were being coiled by something slimy, and his only instinct was to shake him off immediately.

The most extreme instance was when the kid had the audacity to take advantage of his lack of awareness to try and hand him a drugged drink. Having spent years navigating the business world, such dirty tricks were laughably clumsy in Qi Qian’s eyes. At the time, he had gripped that wrist with enough force to nearly crush the bones, watching as tears of pain instantly welled up in the other’s eyes and panic washed over his pale face. All he felt inside was a surging sense of nausea and violence.

“Drop these ideas and stay away from me,” he had lowered his voice at the time, every word tempered like ice. “If you dare to touch such filth again, I do not mind teaching you a lesson on your brother’s behalf.”

He had then forced the drink down Yun Zhixue’s throat and locked him in a room. As for how Yun Zhixue had escaped, he could not care less.

After that, the other seemed to have reined it in; at least he did not dare to use drugging tactics again. But the entanglement did not stop; it just turned into more circuitous methods, such as frequently sending him photos of himself wearing new dresses, accompanied by coy and pretentious text.

Every time Qi Qian saw them, he would immediately swipe to delete them. He felt that even a glance at them was an insult to his eyes.

A man, living his life in such a messy, unprincipled manner, harboring such filthy thoughts even about his brother’s friend, was simply nauseating.

If not for the sake of Yun Zhiqi, he had ten thousand ways to make this dim-witted kid disappear completely from his sight, rather than simply sending him abroad.

…

The system was still chirping away about the plot. As Yun Zhixue listened to the specific KPIs like “verbally abusing classmates,” “teasing the main lead,” “bullying the family doctor,” and “finally being sent abroad,” he subconsciously looked down at the velvet dress with delicate lace he was wearing, then touched it. The original host was quite refined.

Cute.

It was quite similar to what he used to wear.

He had originally died. After all, his world was very dangerous. It was probably when he was in middle school; a sudden, torrential rain began, and the apocalypse arrived. It was not zombies, but ghosts—ghosts from various folk legends. He had struggled to survive for a long time, but in the end, he could not escape, dying quite mundanely. He had not expected to have a chance to open his eyes again.

The system was still speaking excitedly in his mind, as if it had won the jackpot: “In short, Xiao Xue, our task is to finish the cannon fodder plot, maintain the character persona, and pave the way for the love story between the main lead and his partner! Simple, right? Follow me, and I guarantee you will experience a different life! Good food and drink await!”

Yun Zhixue nodded to show he understood. A job is a job, regardless of where, as long as he could stay alive. He accepted this well.

He looked around; this was a classroom—bright and spacious, and the desks and chairs were brand new and cleaned thoroughly. There was no one here; he thought, school must be over.

As he lowered his head to study the intricate lace patterns on his dress, feeling the softness against his fingertips, the classroom door was suddenly slammed open.

A boy in a school uniform, looking quite frantic, scrambled in, his face full of panic. He headed straight for Yun Zhixue with a clear target in mind.

“Y-Young Master Yun! It is bad! Something terrible has happened!” The little follower panted as he braced himself against the table, unable to speak clearly.

Yun Zhixue raised his eyes. According to the “arrogant young master” persona instilled by the system, he should act impatient. So, he frowned slightly, imitating the tone of some annoying people he remembered, with a touch of spoiled indulgence: “What is the panic? Has the sky fallen?”

His voice was clear and bright; even though he intentionally adjusted the tone, it carried a purity that was hard to hide, completely different from the original host’s pretentious mannerisms.

The follower was stunned by this slightly unfamiliar tone, but the emergency at hand left him no time to overthink. He shouted the report: “It is Xu Chi! That new transfer student! We followed your orders from yesterday and found five people to go and ‘remind’ him to learn the rules… but that guy is a monster! Five people! He took them all down in an instant! We could not hold him back at all!”

The follower’s voice carried lingering fear: “He is on his way here now, looking absolutely furious! It is clear he is coming to give you trouble! Young Master Yun, should we… evade him for now?”

Yun Zhixue blinked.

The system immediately shrieked in his mind: “It is here! The plot point is here! Xu Chi! He is just some random transfer student; never mind that, follow the plot! Beautiful Xiao Xue, hurry, maintain the persona! Be arrogant! Mock him! Humiliate him! Make his annoyance level go up!”

“Task 1: You hired five people to bully Xu Chi, but he turned it around and came looking for you. You need to act arrogant, bully Xu Chi, then get beaten up by him, and finally, the head teacher will arrive to stop it. (Yesterday, he transferred over and accidentally bumped into you in the hallway, dirtying your favorite new dress. Although you actually have dozens of similar ones, it is still unforgivable.)”

Yun Zhixue carefully read the task description. If his dress were dirtied, he would indeed be unhappy.

But about the bullying—what counted as bullying? And he had to be beaten up until he was “beaten black and blue.” Yun Zhixue asked the system with some hesitation.

“System, can I not do this task? I am afraid of pain, and no one has ever hit me before. I do not want to try it.”

After all, even after the apocalypse arrived, his friends had protected him well. His daily work was to stroke this friend’s head, pat that friend’s head, or occasionally press his cheek against a friend’s face to give them encouragement.

As his friends put it, “Xiao Xue is already amazing. You know, for a stressed-out police dog, you need a therapy dog to relieve the pressure. For us, just looking at Xiao Xue dressed so beautifully makes us very happy.”

Yun Zhixue realized that his job was the same as a therapy dog. He took this job very seriously, changing into the clothes his friends prepared every day and giving each friend encouragement.

Even if they wanted a kiss, Yun Zhixue would satisfy them. It was just that the base was eventually breached, and he died in the chaos. He only remembered that he should try his best to live on.

The system in his mind was jumping around anxiously: “That will not work, Xiao Xue! This is a key plot point! It must be done! Otherwise, the world line will have problems! And getting hit a little bit is fine, right? Maybe it will pass quickly? Hold on, for our KPIs! For the good food and drink!”

The system’s encouragement sounded extremely pale and weak.

Yun Zhixue was even more hesitant; he even subconsciously shrank back, his long eyelashes trembling like the wings of a frightened butterfly. He did not want to be beaten at all.

The system looked at Yun Zhixue’s pale little face. Fine, the host I snatched, I will have to spoil him even if it makes me cry.

“Just this once, it does not matter if you get beaten, I will use points to exchange for ‘Temporary Pain Nullification’! I guarantee you will not feel a hint of pain! It will be just like being bumped by a marshmallow!”

The system’s voice carried a sense of heart-wrenching loss from the “bleeding” of points, but it tried to sound relaxed. “Hurry, hurry! He is going to be here immediately! Show some presence!”

Just then, the light at the classroom door dimmed.

A figure blocked it.

The person was very tall, wearing a standard school uniform, yet he could not hide his unruly momentum. The bangs on his forehead were slightly messy, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf’s, and there seemed to be a bruise on the corner of his mouth.

His gaze swept across the classroom and immediately locked onto the figure wearing an exquisite velvet dress, looking beautiful beyond belief.

It was none other than the transfer student Xu Chi, who had come looking for him in a rage.

He walked in step by step, his footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the empty classroom, carrying a strong sense of oppression. The follower who had just brought the news was so scared he slithered to the back row of the classroom, wishing he could stuff himself into the trash can.

“Yun Zhixue?” Xu Chi’s voice was a bit hoarse, carrying an unextinguished fire. “Is it you who sent people to ‘remind’ me?”

He walked to Yun Zhixue’s desk, looking down at him from above, the disgust and anger in his eyes undisguised.

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