Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

“Classmate, this is the men’s restroom!”

Yun Zhixue was unaware of any of this. He was sitting rigidly on the chair, which was covered by Chu Chao’s school jacket, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. The jacket seemed to still retain the owner’s body temperature and a faint, cold scent, somewhat like the smell of old books, wrapping him completely within it.

The bell rang.

The first period was mathematics. The teacher, wearing glasses and looking stern, walked onto the podium and opened his lesson plan. Yun Zhixue opened his brand-new textbook, trying to keep up with the teacher’s pace.

However, high school knowledge was akin to a heavenly scripture for him. The complex symbols, formulas, and the teacher’s smooth explanations sounded like a lullaby. Added to the fact that it was not his usual time to wake up, and he had been startled that morning, his eyelids soon began to fight each other.

He tried hard to stay awake, but his head sank lower and lower. His dense eyelashes were like small fans, slowly closing and then being forced open, over and over again. His pale, delicate fingers curled subconsciously against the edge of the open textbook.

“So, for the limit of this function as x approaches infinity, we need to consider…” The teacher’s voice gradually drifted away.

Yun Zhixue finally could not hold on. His head tilted to the side and rested on his arms. His soft cheek was pressed until it looked slightly puffy, a few loose strands of hair fell onto his forehead, his lips parted slightly, and his breathing became soft and long.

He had fallen asleep.

Beside him, Chu Chao appeared to be listening to the lecture attentively, his pen recording notes smoothly in his notebook. However, his peripheral vision was fixed on the fuzzy head beside him.

His little seatmate looked even more defenseless in his sleep than when he was awake. He looked like some small animal that had retracted its sharp claws to reveal its soft belly. The faint sound of his breathing was almost imperceptible, yet it strangely held Chu Chao’s focus.

Especially since his little seatmate was sitting on his clothes, Chu Chao thought silently. He wondered how long this fragrance would linger if he did not wash them.

Chu Chao was not exactly a saint. His family was poor, so he relied on his own intelligence and hard work to get through school for free, earning quite a bit of money along the way. From a young age, he knew that if he wanted something, he had to fight for it himself.

He had faced many difficulties along the way, all of which he had resolved quietly.

But now, he had taken a liking to a little princess. He wondered how a poor boy like him should pursue him.

While thinking, Chu Chao took out a tissue and gently pressed it against his little seatmate’s slightly parted lips. The tip of a moist, pink tongue was faintly visible. Yun Zhixue vaguely felt something covering his mouth and subconsciously tried to push it out with the tip of his tongue.

Chu Chao felt it. He even sensed that someone might be watching what he was doing. He maintained a serious expression, wiped his little seatmate’s lips, withdrew the tissue, carefully wrapped it up, and placed it in his drawer.

I wonder how long this fragrant water will last.

The class passed quickly in a dream. When the bell rang, the well-rested Yun Zhixue raised his head in a daze, his hair swaying along with his movement. As the math teacher was packing up, he suddenly remembered something.

“Collect the worksheets I handed out yesterday. I will grade them later to see which students have a weak foundation.”

After the teacher left, someone announced, “Collecting math homework. Hand it to the group leader before the second period.”

Yun Zhixue had just woken up. He was bewildered and anxious. What homework?

Immediately after, another person said, “There is also English homework, which must be handed to the group leader before the second period.”

The homework seemed to multiply like amoebas. Once one subject needed to be collected, others sprang up.

“There is also physics!” “And chemistry!”

Yun Zhixue’s lingering sleepiness was instantly scared away. He felt immense pressure, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. He had spent all night watching television after getting home, so he had absolutely no idea what the homework was. He threw all his mission-related worries aside and asked the System anxiously.

“System! System! What is the homework? What assignments are there? Tell me quickly! They are collecting the homework now!”

The System did not understand why the host was so anxious, so it tried to soothe him. “Xiao Xue, it is fine. The original host never did homework; it is okay not to turn it in.”

Even though the System said this, Yun Zhixue was still afraid. Although his grades were mediocre, Yun Zhixue had always been a well-behaved child. Many new teachers would see him for the first time and assume he must be the kind of top student who listened attentively in class, finished his homework dutifully, and always scored the highest on exams.

When his first grades came out, they would even have serious discussions with him, asking if he was under too much academic pressure, which was why his grades were dropping.

Every time this happened, Yun Zhixue would bow his head in shame, leaving only the sight of his fuzzy crown. He dared not look at the teacher’s concerned eyes. It was just that he really did not know; he just could not understand the material, even though he tried very hard.

Yun Zhixue had always been a good child who listened carefully and did his homework seriously. Now that he was thrown back into school, he dared not skip class or skip his assignments.

He was pacing in circles in his mind, but the System was still making sarcastic remarks.

“System! I am genuinely anxious! Please look up the assignments and find a way!”

The System watched as its host grew so upset that tears were about to fall. Just as it was about to check the assignments, it suddenly remembered its “Villain Cultivation Plan.”

Isn’t this the perfect opportunity? As long as the host does something bad, he can be lazy and feel a sense of achievement. It is just like slacking off at work. Once he has the first time, he will never stop.

The System softened its tone: “Xiao Xue, the System is only here to assist you in completing tasks. I only know the major plot points, and I do not know these details either.”

Yun Zhixue gasped. He truly did not know what to do. Since coming to this world, he had become accustomed to asking the System about everything. It had always been the System dictating his actions.

Now that the System said it did not know what to do, he felt lost.

Yun Zhixue subconsciously picked at his fingers, his gaze drifting as he watched everyone else start to spring into action.

“Luo Tai! Lend me your chemistry homework to reference!” “I handed it to the group leader. Go get it yourself, but remember to change some of the answers. I cannot guarantee they are correct!”

Everyone seemed to be in a panic.

Yun Zhixue looked at his seatmate, who was taking out book after book in a very organized and calm manner, without a hint of panic.

I can copy his.

The thought flashed through his mind like lightning. But as soon as he realized what he was thinking, Yun Zhixue turned his head away. He dared not look at his seatmate, frantically trying to cast aside his immoral thought.

He had just bullied him earlier, and now he was asking for help to copy homework. He felt truly terrible.

But if he did not copy, he could not finish the homework. He simply could not understand the questions. At this moment, Yun Zhixue only needed a little bit of persuasion to shake his wavering resolve.

The System’s voice took on a seductive, slow pace: “Xiao Xue, if you do not complete the homework, the teacher might call your parents. The teacher will ask you why you did not do it, and you will surely cry by then.”

“You do not want that to happen, right? Look at Chu Chao; he has clearly finished his work. You should just throw your backpack at him and boldly demand he do it for you! After all, we are cannon fodder! We are villainous cannon fodder! We are bullies! How can we demonstrate our role if we do not bully people?”

Yun Zhixue’s face grew even paler, terrified by the scenarios of being reported to parents and being scolded. He did not want to be called out by the teacher, and he certainly did not want his parents called in; that would be too embarrassing.

But… forcing Chu Chao to do his homework? Was this not even more excessive than asking him to take off his school uniform earlier?

Yun Zhixue’s fingers twisted together until his fingertips turned white. He sneaked a glance at Chu Chao beside him. The other boy had already organized the subjects he needed to hand in and stacked them neatly on the corner of the table. He picked up a thick workbook and was working quietly.

Sunlight shone through the window onto his focused profile; the expression behind his glasses was calm. He looks so capable. He must have gotten all the answers right.

The System continued to whisper in his ear: “Look, Xiao Xue, Chu Chao is already so talented; what is the harm in bullying him a little? His grades are so good that writing an extra set of homework will not be any trouble. Besides, this is a great chance to maintain our bully persona! Two birds with one stone! Think about not being criticized by the teacher; think about not having your parents called!”

In reality, the teachers would never care about the host, but the System needed to scare him into becoming a super villain.

Yun Zhixue bit his lower lip, the balance in his heart swinging violently. The fear of the teacher and the resistance to bullying him tore at him. Ultimately, the former won out. He was truly afraid of being criticized in front of everyone; that would be even more painful than being beaten by Xu Chi.

Besides, it is just writing one more set of homework. That does not really count as bullying, does it? Yun Zhixue thought, trying to brainwash himself.

He took a deep breath, as if walking toward a gallows. Then, he reached out. Instead of acting as the System instructed, he hesitated slightly and gave the stack of homework on Chu Chao’s desk a gentle push.

Chu Chao stopped his pen and turned to look at him. His gaze behind the lenses was calm and waveless, as if waiting for him to speak.

“You…” Yun Zhixue’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum. He looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. “You… help me do my homework.”

After saying this, his cheeks turned bright red instantly, and even the tips of his ears turned pink. This was not a command at all; it was more like a request lacking any confidence.

Chu Chao did not speak; he just watched him quietly. That gaze made Yun Zhixue feel flustered. He wanted to take it back immediately and say, “Never mind.”

However, Chu Chao suddenly spoke in a steady voice: “Which subjects?”

Yun Zhixue was stunned, not expecting him to agree so easily. He quickly counted on his fingers: “Math, English, physics, and chemistry… that is, all of them.” His voice became smaller and smaller, losing all confidence.

Chu Chao nodded. “Where is the work?”

Yun Zhixue felt even more guilty. “I do not know what it is.” He quickly pulled out his backpack and placed it on Chu Chao’s desk.

“It should be in there.”

Chu Chao unzipped the bag naturally. Inside were a small mirror, lipstick, hairpins, hair ties, and a doll, but there were no books. He felt the cold, smooth surface of a velvet hair clip, paused for a moment, and then searched again.

When he confirmed there was not a single book inside, Chu Chao looked at his little seatmate. The boy was still peeking at him, his eyes darting around. When he felt Chu Chao’s gaze, he quickly turned his face away, his eyelashes trembling like a kitten hiding in a corner to observe humans. A hint of a smile flickered in Chu Chao’s eyes.

Although he did not understand why his little seatmate had suddenly, seemingly, and apparently become so obedient—even wanting to finish his homework—it was advantageous for him. He zipped up the backpack and said naturally to his seatmate:

“Everything inside is not complete. Are there some in your drawer that I can reach?”

Yun Zhixue quickly stood up to give Chu Chao space. “Yes, yes, go ahead.”

Chu Chao leaned over and reached into Yun Zhixue’s drawer. His movements were steady, his fingertips brushing against the inner wall of the drawer.

Yun Zhixue stood to the side, wringing the hem of his skirt restlessly, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Chu Chao’s movements, terrified that he might not find the books or suddenly change his mind.

The drawer was filled with textbooks and stacks of worksheets. Chu Chao found the corresponding books and papers, straightened up, and spread the worksheets out on his own desk.

“That should do it.”

“Uh… okay.” Yun Zhixue nodded quickly, then sat back down on the stool. He leaned over slightly to look at the textbooks, which were so clean they looked unused. His face grew hot again; he had not even flipped through his textbooks.

Chu Chao did not say anything; he just took out a pen.

Then, he took out a brand new notebook and a pen, pushed them toward Yun Zhixue, and explained: “You need to write your name, and then I will mimic your handwriting.”

Yun Zhixue was bewildered, but then he suddenly understood. He looked at Chu Chao with eyes filled with admiration. As expected of a top student; he is so thoughtful.

He took the ballpoint pen, and his finger accidentally brushed against Chu Chao’s hand. Chu Chao unobtrusively used the back of his hand to prop up his face, accidentally brushing against his lips as he watched his little seatmate write.

The way he held the pen was cute, his handwriting was cute, his eyelashes were cute, his face was cute—every single strand of hair grew right into Chu Chao’s heart.

How can someone be this cute?

Yun Zhixue’s handwriting had been practiced specifically. They say your handwriting reflects your character, and that was certainly true here.

He practiced regular script, which was the most popular style at the time. Because he practiced it so well, the font was too iconic. Even during exams, when teachers graded his papers, they would know it was Yun Zhixue’s at a glance.

Yun Zhixue finished writing in a few strokes and quickly pushed the books and pen toward Chu Chao.

Chu Chao took the notebook and pen. His fingertips gently brushed the clean and crisp regular script signature, and the corners of his mouth curved imperceptibly. He lowered his head and opened Yun Zhixue’s worksheet—it was completely blank.

He picked up his pen and began to write fluently, as if guided by divine inspiration. The sunlight shone through the window onto the desk between them, landing on Chu Chao’s focused profile and his articulate, pen-wielding hand. Yun Zhixue watched, mesmerized, temporarily forgetting his nervousness and guilt.

This person is really amazing. He thought to himself, his eyes filled with unintentional envy and admiration.

Chu Chao naturally noticed the focused gaze beside him. His mouth curved imperceptibly again.

The System was somewhat dissatisfied in Yun Zhixue’s mind. What is the host doing? We are bullies! Bullies! He should be bossing him around or simply lying down to continue sleeping! Instead of watching like a primary school student! However, it knew that saying this would likely cause the host to protest.

It rephrased: “Xiao Xue, how is it? You do not have to worry about the homework anymore. Look, this is the benefit of being a bad guy. You can order your cannon fodder around, and they do not even dare to resist!”

Yun Zhixue watched Chu Chao write away rapidly. He would not be scolded by the teacher, would not have his parents called, and did not have to do the work himself. After the initial awkwardness, he was indeed a little happy.

Of course, only a little.

Deep down, he did not agree with the System. He did not want to be a bad guy.

During the period, other students came by to hand in homework or borrow items. When they saw this scene, they all showed surprise or even strange expressions—that arrogant, moody Young Master Yun was actually sitting quietly, waiting for someone else to do his homework?

Hey, they looked at the Young Master’s obedient, pretty face. He does not look as bad as the rumors say.

They muttered, “He seems quite obedient.”

“He even knows how to ask others to help him with his homework.”

Soon, the bell rang for physics. Yun Zhixue checked the schedule, took out his physics book, and spread it on the desk. The teacher arrived shortly after.

Yun Zhixue looked at Chu Chao, who was still being forced to do homework, and then at the teacher, who was once again chanting spells he could not understand. He took out a clean notebook.

He picked up his pen and wrote a line.

The System watched what the host was writing and read it out loud: “Chu Chao, class has started. Give me the homework and I will copy it. I do not want to disturb you from listening to the lecture.”

The System was furious: “Xiao Xue! We are bullies! Bad guys!”

Yun Zhixue ignored the System. He pushed the notebook over and poked Chu Chao’s arm. When Chu Chao looked over, he offered an embarrassed smile. Chu Chao was momentarily stunned.

The sunlight happened to shine into his pale silver eyes; Yun Zhixue’s eyes were very beautiful.

His pupils were an extremely deep ink-black, while the iris was a hazy silver from the inside out, looking like crushed moonlight.

Chu Chao finally noticed.

His little seatmate had cute dimples; a single smile looked as if it contained a pool of sugar water.

It diluted the coldness of his eyes, making one subconsciously taste a hint of sweetness on their tongue.

Chu Chao felt a dryness in his throat. He looked away and wrote a line in the notebook:

“It is okay. I know all of this; it is very simple.”

The System immediately seized the chance to press the advantage: “Xiao Xue, look! This is the benefit of being a bad guy! Everyone fears you, the tasks you assign must be completed—you are the Emperor! This job is actually very simple. Just treat yourself as an Emperor. If someone provokes you, you kick them back! If you want something, you must get your hands on it! Everyone should revolve around you! You are the center of the world!”

Yun Zhixue gasped. Am I an Emperor? He thought he was just completing cannon-fodder tasks. Why was he an Emperor now?

Should not the protagonist be the one who gets to be an Emperor? Can a cannon-fodder do it too?

He was a little dizzy from the System’s “Emperor theory.” He looked down at the line Chu Chao had written in the notebook—”very simple”—and then at Chu Chao’s handwriting, which remained as fluent as if it were flying, without the slightest hesitation.

It seemed that for Chu Chao, helping him with his homework was indeed a simple task. I did not cause him too much trouble?

This thought strangely comforted the guilt in Yun Zhixue’s heart. He sighed in relief, and his attention was drawn back to the physics teacher’s lecture—even though it still sounded like a heavenly scripture.

He tried hard to listen, but he had not slept early last night and was startled again this morning. He had at least managed to sleep during the math class, and now, hearing those complex formulas and concepts, his eyelids began to grow heavy again.

Without realizing it, he rested his head on the desk again, his cheek pillowing on the open physics book, his eyelashes trembling gently, his breathing gradually evening out.

Chu Chao paused his pen, glancing to the side. His little seatmate looked even more tranquil asleep than before; a few strands of soft black hair stuck to his slightly reddened cheek, his lips parted slightly, revealing a tiny bit of white teeth. The sunlight danced on his slender eyelashes, casting dense shadows.

He really looks like a porcelain doll that needs to be carefully cared for.

When he finally woke up from his nap, the broadcast was playing the “one-two-one” cadence for calisthenics. Yun Zhixue raised his face from his arms in a daze. There was a red mark on his face from the button of the jacket, which was strikingly visible against his fair skin. He looked at the empty classroom. Oh no! He had not handed in his homework!

He stood up hurriedly, only to find a piece of paper on his arm. He picked it up and saw a line written on it:

I have already handed in your homework for you. — Chu Chao.

Yun Zhixue sighed in relief. He walked to the window, looked at the people running on the green rubber track, glanced at his skirt, and tried to locate his class in the vast sea of people.

He asked the System, feeling conflicted: “System, do I have to go to morning exercises?”

The System: “What exercises? What if you fall and hurt your little arms and legs? Besides, we are bullies! Bad guys! Do whatever you want!”

Yun Zhixue muttered, “But I do not want to bully anyone.”

The System: “No!”

Yun Zhixue felt aggrieved. See? Even though it said I was an Emperor, it is clear the System is the real one.

The System pretended not to see the host’s expression. Yun Zhixue stared blankly out the window at everyone running. After being dazed for a while, his abdomen felt bloated. He had drunk milk in the morning and then slept, and now he needed to use the restroom.

Following the System’s navigation, Yun Zhixue arrived at the restroom. As soon as he entered, he startled several students who were hiding from the morning exercises.

“F*ck! This is the men’s restroom, right?”

One student even had his pants half-down and hurriedly hid behind his classmates.

“Cl… classmate! You went to the wrong restroom!”

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