Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Yun Zhixue lifted his face toward him. His face was tiny; from this angle, he looked even more innocent. The classroom light fell into his clear eyes, shimmering with a subtle glow. He was a little nervous, with tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, making his purity even more pronounced.

His fingers subconsciously tightened around the lace trim of his dress.

The System was still frantically urging him: [Hurry! Little Xue! It is time! Scold him! Ridicule him! Say something like, “It was you who dirtied my dress; I would feel my hands were dirty just by hitting you!” Quick!]

Yun Zhixue took a deep breath, trying hard to recall how the annoying people he had seen before the apocalypse spoke. He attempted to make his expression fierce, but because of his nervousness and a hint of fear, he puffed out his cheeks slightly. He did not look angry; rather, he looked like some kind of soft, sulking little animal.

Following the lines provided by the System, he tried to raise his voice, but because his voice was naturally soft, it sounded devoid of any intimidation. It even sounded a bit like he was acting like a spoiled child.

“It was you who dirtied my dress!” He paused, struggling to remember the next sentence. “I would feel my hands were dirty just by hitting you!”

After finishing, he glared at Xu Chi, thinking he looked quite imposing. Little did he know, his eyes were misty and completely lacked any sense of aggression.

Xu Chi froze.

The scenario he had anticipated was for the other party to continue being arrogant and overbearing, allowing him to fight back without mercy and teach this ignorant young master a lesson.

But what was happening in front of him?

This young master, rumored to have a terrible personality and a history of bullying others, looked a little too good-looking. His skin was blindingly fair, his eyes were large and bright, and he wore his hair long. Dressed in an exquisite dress, he sat there like a glass doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.

And this cursing, why did it sound so soft? And that gaze, was he glaring at him? Why did it feel like a coquettish reproach?

Especially the line, “I would feel my hands were dirty just by hitting you.” Combined with the way he was carefully clutching his dress, as if afraid that Xu Chi would make a move, Xu Chi weirdly felt that perhaps the other party was not disgusted by him, but afraid that he would actually hit him.

This was completely inconsistent with the arrogant bully persona he had heard about.

Xu Chi’s bubbling anger was inexplicably stuck, unable to be released. He stared at Yun Zhixue, his brows furrowed, the ferocity in his eyes fading and being replaced by intense confusion and scrutiny.

He took another step forward, wanting to see more clearly.

He had originally intended to use his height and aura to suppress the other party.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Yun Zhixue thought he was finally going to strike. He immediately closed his eyes in terror, his long eyelashes trembling violently. His body instinctively shrank back, almost embedding itself into the chair, and he let out a faint, startled whimper.

The sound was so soft and light, brushing against one’s heart like a feather.

Xu Chi’s footsteps instantly froze in place.

He looked at the overly beautiful young master before him, who seemed on the verge of tears, and felt that if he really threw a punch, he would not be human.

How the hell is he a bully? This is clearly…

Xu Chi’s mind was in chaos; the harsh words he had prepared could not be uttered. He even subconsciously softened his tone, although it still sounded a bit stiff: “You had people block me just because I accidentally bumped into you yesterday and dirtied your dress?”

He had not apologized, and when he offered to compensate, Yun Zhixue had rejected it and stormed off.

Though, did Yun Zhixue look like this yesterday?

Yun Zhixue secretly opened one eye and, seeing that the other party did not seem to intend to strike immediately, relaxed slightly, though he remained nervous. He nodded and whispered, “That was a dress I liked very much…” His tone carried a hint of grievance, as if he were stating a very important fact.

Xu Chi: “…” He actually heard a hint of genuine sadness in that sentence?

He looked at the velvet long dress Yun Zhixue was wearing, which clearly looked expensive and finely crafted, and thought about how he was rumored to have dozens of similar ones. So, was this young master’s point really just about the dress being dirtied?

This kind of childish and simple motive for revenge made the anger Xu Chi had built up feel like a joke.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to sort out this bizarre situation. His gaze fell upon Yun Zhixue’s slightly pursed, crimson lips, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

“Look,” Xu Chi looked away uncomfortably. Maybe his apology yesterday had been a bit too quiet.

“It was my fault yesterday for bumping into you,” he said in a stiff tone. “The dress… how much is it? I will compensate you.”

Once these words were out, not only were the little followers hiding in the back row stunned, but Xu Chi himself was also taken aback. He was clearly here to cause trouble; how had it turned into an apology and compensation?

Yun Zhixue blinked as well, clearly not expecting this development. The System in his head had already crashed, only repeating: […Huh? This is wrong… what about the aversion value? What about the face-slapping?]

Then the System immediately reacted, “If the mountain will not come to me, I will go to the mountain.”

[Compensate my foot! No compensation! Little Xue! The mission! Our mission! Beat him! Quick, beat him! Or let him beat you! Hurry! I have already activated pain suppression for you! Do it now!]

The System’s voice was urgent, as if it were terrified of mission failure. Yun Zhixue was so annoyed by the noise that he frowned slightly and let out a soft “Mm,” a sound that was soft and filled with the helplessness of being forced.

He looked at Xu Chi, who did not seem as fierce anymore, and checked the pain suppression promised by the System. It seemed there was truly no sensation; his body felt light and airy.

For the KPI, for his job, he had to complete the mission.

Therefore, under Xu Chi’s slightly awkward and inquisitive gaze, and under the System’s frantic urging, Yun Zhixue seemed to have made a decision and suddenly stood up from his chair.

His movements were a bit rushed, and the hem of his dress traced a soft arc. He took a deep breath, trying hard to recall the shabbiest-looking troublemakers he had seen on the street before the apocalypse.

Then, he extended a slender, fair, and perfectly manicured finger and poked Xu Chi’s sturdy chest very lightly, using almost no force.

He poked him once.

Then again.

As if testing the hardness of a stone.

Xu Chi: “…”

He was completely stunned, looking down at the finger with a pale pink tip resting on his school uniform, then looking up at Yun Zhixue. The other boy held his head high, his pretty face struggling to squeeze into a “I am very fierce” expression, his lips slightly pursed, and his long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably due to nervousness.

What is he doing?

“You…” Yun Zhixue tried hard to make his voice sound vicious, but the tone that came out was soft and powerless, “Can you even afford it! You poor thing!”

This was a new line the System had urgently fed him.

However, combined with his cotton-like poking and his non-threatening expression, it did not sound like an insult; it sounded more like a spoiled complaint. It even carried a hint of unexplained grievance, as if he were saying, “You broke my favorite toy; you have gone too far.”

The anger in Xu Chi’s chest had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by an even weirder emotion. He even felt that the spot being poked was a bit itchy; that itchiness spread along his nerves, making his Adam’s apple bob uncontrollably.

Not only was he not angry, but he also acted on impulse and grabbed the hand that was still carefully poking his chest.

The wrist was so thin that he could break it with a little force; the skin was smooth and cool, like high-quality jade.

Yun Zhixue was startled by his sudden move and tried to pull his hand back, but failed. A film of moisture instantly clouded his eyes. He looked at Xu Chi in shock, his voice trembling: “You let go! What do you want?!”

The System had not taught him this! Was it not supposed to be that after he cursed, the other party would hit him?

Xu Chi held his wrist, feeling the slight trembling, and watched the panic in the boy’s deer-like eyes; the last bit of his irritation completely dissipated.

Not only did he not let go, but he leaned in closer, staring at Yun Zhixue’s red-rimmed eyes, his mouth curling into a smile that was a bit roguish, yet completely different from the ferocity of moments ago.

“What do I want?” Xu Chi lowered his voice, sounding amused. “Little Master, you started it, so why are you scared first?”

He shook Yun Zhixue’s wrist, using perfect control—enough that he could not break free, but not enough to hurt him. “With this little strength of yours, like a cat scratching, and you want to hit me? Hmm?”

The “hmm” at the end rose slightly, carrying an indescribable teasing tone and interest.

Yun Zhixue was completely confused.

The script was not like this. Does this count as finishing the mission? But he had already performed the task; if the mission failed, it should not be his fault.

He sought help from the System, but the System seemed to have crashed.

He had no choice but to handle it himself.

“I…” Yun Zhixue was at a loss for words; he was never good at this. With his wrist held and the other party leaning in so close, the unfamiliar male scent enveloped him, making him even more flustered. His eyes became even redder, making him look pitiful and aggrieved.

Watching him like this, Xu Chi’s heart softened inexplicably. He subconsciously let go of his hand and even, somewhat unnaturally, brushed his thumb against the patch of delicate skin he had just been holding.

“Enough,” he said in a stiff tone, trying to regain some of the interrogation momentum he had earlier, but with little effect. “I will pay for the dress. From now on, do not pull those petty tricks, and do not find random people to block me.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yun Zhixue’s red-rimmed eyes, and added another line, his voice inexplicably dropping a few degrees: “If you really want to find me, do it yourself.”

As Yun Zhixue’s wrist was released, just as he was letting out a sigh of relief, thinking this bizarre confrontation could finally end, the screaming of the System in his head exploded again, carrying a desperate tone:

[No, the direction is wrong. The aversion value did not go up, it got even weirder. No, the mission must be completed. Little Xue, listen to my new instruction—kick him. Yes, use your foot in the little leather shoe to kick him. Kick his calf. The strength does not matter, the action must be performed. Quick. The head teacher is coming soon.]

[Just pass the mission. You must maintain the image of you being a bully in front of the head teacher.]

Yun Zhixue was even more panicked by this sudden new instruction. Kick someone? He had never done such a thing in his life.

But the System’s urging was like a tight-箍-咒 (tightening headband), and combined with the courage brought by the pain suppression—if he could not feel pain, it should be easy, right?

He closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and taking advantage of the moment Xu Chi had just let him go and seemed to have let his guard down, he really lifted his foot.

It was a foot wearing a black Mary Jane leather shoe; the surface was smooth with a cute buckle, and a white lace sock tightly wrapped around his slender ankle.

He did not have much strength, and his movement was clumsy, more like a child throwing a tantrum as he kicked out softly, aiming precisely at Xu Chi’s calf.

Xu Chi’s reaction was surprisingly fast.

Almost instinctively, he reached out and accurately caught the slender ankle in mid-air.

The feeling of the skin through the thin lace sock was exceptionally slender, as if it would snap with a bit more force. Xu Chi froze; he had not expected this young master to pull such a move.

Is this acting spoiled or fighting?

He looked down, his gaze sliding down the beautiful line of the calf to the ankle he was holding and the shoe that looked nothing like one a boy would wear.

Along with the long skirt that was forced up by the action of lifting his leg, the white flesh of his calf was exposed like that, and the lace socks left a mark that was a bit suggestive, along with the rich, cold fragrance that seemed to have been trapped under the long skirt, spreading out bit by bit.

He moved his gaze away as if scalded.

Damn. This is a boy, and those shoes, do boys even wear those?

No, rather, these are not shoes for a boy at all. Aren’t these what little girls wear?

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

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