Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

“If we are friends, then let us go together…”

Yun Zhixue looked at them, then down at the skirt he was wearing. Without a shred of awareness that he was intimidating anyone, he explained earnestly, “I am a boy; wearing a skirt is just a personal hobby.”

Although the boys heard him say this, their eyes remained shifty. They stammered, looking visibly uncomfortable, and seemed hesitant to even meet Yun Zhixue’s gaze. One boy stole a glance at that gorgeous, porcelain-white face and the soft, flowing hair. He found it hard to believe; how could this person be a boy? There were no boys who wore skirts so perfectly, and his face was too beautiful—whichever way he looked at it, he appeared to be a girl. He even felt that as Yun Zhixue walked in, the stuffy, stale air of the bathroom had suddenly become fresh.

Yun Zhixue frowned at his dazed classmates. He truly needed to relieve himself; his stomach felt quite full. A bit embarrassed, he whispered, “I need to use the restroom. Could you please move aside? You are blocking my way.”

Every floor had a restroom. The first floor had a women’s restroom, the second floor had a men’s, and the third floor had another women’s. These were small restrooms situated directly across from the stairwells for students to use during class breaks. The large public restrooms were located near the cafeteria.

The small restroom was cramped. In the men’s room, the urinals were on one side and the stalls on the other, separated only by low, thin walls. It was a bizarre architectural choice; perhaps the school administrators were paranoid about students sneaking snacks inside and wanted to facilitate supervision.

The boys stood in the middle, blocking Yun Zhixue’s path. He wanted to get further inside, as he was not comfortable having such a private matter be observed. His voice was soft, laced with a hint of a plea, and combined with his dazzling, beautiful face, the boys instantly blushed and scrambled to clear a path for him.

Xu Chi had finished his homework and turned it in to the teacher. He had no desire to squeeze into the crowded morning exercises, and playing on his phone in the classroom was dull. Xu Chi had been born into a life of abundance; he had little interest in anything. School was just a means to make money, and he already had enough. Becoming literate enough to not be considered an idiot was sufficient for him.

He had tried every game imaginable, mastering them the moment he picked them up, but found them hollow. Only when he wandered on the edge of death, his adrenaline spiking, could he feel his heart truly beating. But ever since he had broken a leg while street racing, he had been sent back to the country by his mother as soon as he had recovered, and she had strictly forbidden all dangerous activities.

Listening to the monotonous “one-two-one” chants from the broadcast, he instinctively wanted a cigarette, but smoking was forbidden on school grounds. In his restlessness, he wandered aimlessly until he found himself at the classroom of the little princess.

Xu Chi peered through the window. The room was empty, save for a girl diligently wiping down a desk. He clicked his tongue; the little princess was not there. He walked a few steps, then turned back, staring at the girl.

“Where is your classmate, Yun Zhixue?”

The girl saw Xu Chi, particularly that rebellious, arrogant face, and felt a touch of fear. She was not entirely sure; it was her turn to clean today, and when she had taken the rag to wash it, Yun Zhixue had still been sleeping. When she returned, he was gone.

She quickly replied, “He did not go to the morning exercises. He might have gone to the restroom.”

Yun Zhixue had just reached the urinal at the far end and was preparing to unbuckle his pleated skirt when the restroom suddenly went quiet. He turned his head in confusion and saw the boys standing stiffly by the door. Standing in the backlighting at the entrance was a tall figure: Xu Chi.

Xu Chi’s gaze swept over them, landing first on Yun Zhixue, then on the boys. He furrowed his brows. “What are you doing here?”

His tone was unfriendly. The boys mentally groaned at running into this menace. They hurriedly replied, “We were just avoiding the exercises! We are leaving now! We are leaving!” They shuffled toward the door as they spoke.

Xu Chi did not look at them. Instead, he stared at Yun Zhixue, lifting his chin. “What are you doing here?”

Yun Zhixue was surprised to see Xu Chi appear, so he answered instinctively, “Using the restroom.”

His answer was so matter-of-fact that Xu Chi was momentarily speechless. Fair enough. What else would one do in a restroom?

He clicked his tongue, watching the boys scurry out in a panic, and then looked at Yun Zhixue, who was standing at the entrance to the stalls looking innocent. He felt an inexplicable surge of irritation.

“Finished?” he asked.

Yun Zhixue shook his head. “Not yet.”

In his irritation, perhaps his brain had short-circuited, but Xu Chi suddenly said, “Perfect. I need to use the restroom, too. Let us go together.”

Yun Zhixue was puzzled. “Use the restroom together? How?”

Xu Chi walked right next to Yun Zhixue. They stood side-by-side, and Xu Chi unbuckled his pants first. He was always casual about his attire. Despite his family’s wealth, he did not care what he wore; if the school issued a uniform, he wore the uniform. He had no particular habits, which made him the polar opposite of his older brother. He despised men like his brother, who bound themselves in suits all day and wore perfume—it was disgusting.

He pulled down his pants, revealing a bulge, and began to relieve himself. Then, he looked at Yun Zhixue, demonstrating with his actions.

“Like this. Let us go together.”

Yun Zhixue was stunned. It was the first time he had ever met someone so shameless. How could someone not mind having a stranger see their private parts? He and Xu Chi were not exactly close, and besides, Xu Chi’s was so ugly—it was an eyesore.

Yun Zhixue quietly looked away, staring at the grout between the tiles, and condemned him. “How can you be like this? It is so impolite.”

Xu Chi’s gaze had been fixed on Yun Zhixue, so he naturally noticed the unnatural look in Yun Zhixue’s eyes, and even the tips of his ears had turned red. This condemnation had no effect on him; it actually made him feel inexplicably excited, as if he had rediscovered the feeling of his first street race.

He felt quite proud and gave his weapon a shake. “What is impolite about it? It is just using the restroom. All guys do this. Besides, my weapon here has never lost a match.”

“That is true. But the little princess is already in high school and still needs her brother to pick her up after school. I bet the little princess has never compared hers with anyone else, right?”

Yun Zhixue froze. Compare? Why would anyone compare this? It was a bit sickening. However, his weapon had indeed been touched and rubbed by his friends, who had praised it for being handsome, white, and pink. It was different from theirs. With Xu Chi saying this, he subconsciously compared his own to Xu Chi’s.

Sure enough, mine is better.

Yun Zhixue gripped his unbuckled waistband and quietly tried to move to a different spot to finish.

He was intercepted by Xu Chi, who had already pulled up his pants and put his weapon away. “Was I right? No need to run; holding it in is uncomfortable.”

Xu Chi was excited—very unnervingly so. Just looking at Yun Zhixue clutching his waistband, his eyes darting away, his eyelashes trembling, and his lips pursed in such shyness made him excited to the point of arousal. He especially wanted to reach out and rub the slightly protruding lower abdomen.

He could clearly perceive that this was not normal—very, very not normal. In the past, this was behavior he would have despised, yet he did not understand why. This was a realm he had never touched; he could only act on instinct.

And his instinct told him: He wanted to look.

Yun Zhixue’s normally flat abdomen curved slightly. His hands clutched the loosened waistband in front of his belly; his normally pink-tinted nails had turned white from the force. He did not want to deal with this weirdo, Xu Chi, but because his path was blocked, he had to respond. He was unhappy, but remained polite. “Xu Chi, you are very strange. I really need to use the restroom. Can I leave?”

Xu Chi watched him without inhibition, his voice dropping low, his gaze intensely focused. “But I want to watch you use it.”

Yun Zhixue was shocked by these words. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and a pale blush spread across his face, as if he were wearing a light layer of rouge. He repeated in disbelief, “Watch! Watch me use the restroom!?”

“What is there to watch?”

Xu Chi shook his head and thought about it seriously. He even remembered that his own was actually quite disgusting—dark and unsightly—which made him look unhygienic. But Yun Zhixue was different.

He could not quite articulate how, but he was different. Was it not just whiter skin, bigger eyes, longer eyelashes, a sweeter voice, pinker lips, and the way he acted spoiled, all clean like a little snowman? In any case, he was just different.

He wanted to know if that place was different, too.

He thought it over and over, but in the end, he just wanted to watch. They were both guys—so what if he looked? Using the restroom had taken so long that he had even become thirsty.

“I just want to watch. Let me look.”

Yun Zhixue tightened his grip on his waistband and stepped back, looking at Xu Chi with wariness. In his mind, Xu Chi, who had previously been an okay colleague, was now labeled a pervert. Never before had someone asked to watch him use the restroom. If someone liked to watch others use the restroom, they had to be a pervert.

Being cornered by a pervert made him panic. He called for the system to save him, but the system had automatically blocked him the moment he stepped into the restroom. He was now helpless—no one heard his cries, and no one came to his aid. He stammered, “Um, Xu Chi… I do not think I need to use the restroom anymore. Can you let me out?”

Xu Chi watched Yun Zhixue’s protruding abdomen and did not believe him. “What are you afraid of? I am not going to eat you. I am just a little curious.” He looked at the skirt Yun Zhixue was wearing. “Curious about how you urinate while wearing a skirt.”

Yun Zhixue was half-convinced. He looked down at the hem of his skirt, then back up at Xu Chi’s serious expression. “Is that so?”

“Exactly. What else did you think? Did you really think I was a pervert?”

“Oh, oh. Then, alright.” He had misunderstood Xu Chi; it turned out he was not a pervert.

Yun Zhixue was bewildered and, within a few sentences, was coaxed by Xu Chi into pulling his skirt down a little, revealing the white undershorts underneath.

Xu Chi was not sure if he had seen it correctly—was the trim lace? He stepped closer and very naturally helped Yun Zhixue hold up the waistband of his skirt. “I will hold it for you so it is more convenient.”

It was lace.

“Ah, oh, thank you.”

A trickle of water sounded. Xu Chi lowered his eyes, his pupils dilating and fixing on the moment.

So someone really is pink. He was smooth, white, and hairless. The shape was also very good—it looked tender, small, and very cute. He compared the two—one large, one small; one black, one white. The difference was stark. He grew increasingly disgusted by his own; it was just too ugly.

Yun Zhixue took out a tissue to wipe away the droplets. When he went to pull his skirt back up, he could not quite reach it.

“You can let go now. I am done.”

“Oh, right.”

Xu Chi could not help but offer two words of praise. “Yun Zhixue, you are truly beautiful. Everywhere.”

“I know. Thank you.”

After urinating, the next step was washing his hands. At that moment, the sounds of laughter and chatter drifted in from outside.

“So tired. Hurry up and use the restroom; class is about to start.”

“Hurry, English dictation is next. I forgot a few words.”

“Hehe, I wrote a cheat sheet.”

“Damn, you are not honest! I am sitting in the first row, right under the teacher’s nose. I do not dare! When can we change seats? I cannot take it anymore.”

The troops were coming. Yun Zhixue and the others had only been delayed by washing their hands, and now they were blocked inside. Xu Chi pulled Yun Zhixue into his arms; even with his tall and burly frame, it took some effort to squeeze out and escort Yun Zhixue to the classroom door.

Xu Chi looked down at Yun Zhixue, who had been flushed with sweat. His cheeks were red, the tip of his nose was tinged with pink, and the wisps of fluffy hair at his hairline were damp with sweat. Because he had been locked in Xu Chi’s arms, his long hair was a bit messy.

That itchy, intolerable feeling surfaced again. He reached out to straighten it, his hair sliding through his fingers like silk.

As he smoothed it, he said, “Today is Friday. Did I not say yesterday that I would compensate you for a skirt? I am not sure what kind you like—would you like to go pick one out together when you have time?”

Yun Zhixue had been squeezed uncomfortably and was just catching his breath. When he felt the calloused fingers combing through his hair, his scalp felt as if it were being electrically charged, the sensation radiating through his hair from the point of touch.

It felt very comfortable. Yun Zhixue squinted his eyes, his aegyo-sal becoming prominent as his eyelashes curled up. “I need to call and ask my brother.” Otherwise, if he went out to buy a skirt with Xu Chi after school and his brother came to pick him up, what would he do if he could not find him?

For some reason, Xu Chi had developed a liking for observing Yun Zhixue. In any case, whenever Yun Zhixue was around, his gaze would always follow him involuntarily. He used his other hand to rub Yun Zhixue’s eyelashes with his thumb, then touched his aegyo-sal, a new discovery.

He even has aegyo-sal.

“That works. Let us eat lunch together; you can call your brother then. Wait for me in the classroom after class.”

Yun Zhixue agreed without much thought. Everyone had to eat, and eating with others meant he could chat. “Okay.”

The system watched this scene, completely bewildered. When did they get this close? It had only been the time it took to use the restroom.

They had close physical contact, and this Xu Chi, what was he? A mere male supporting character touching his head, touching his eyelashes, touching his face. What was he? Did he deserve it?

The system was inexplicably fuming. It did not even have a relationship that close with its host.

[Xiao Xue, when did you get this close? You are even eating together.]

Yun Zhixue was puzzled: [Is eating together considered being close? We are just colleagues.]

The system huffed: [That supporting character is certainly familiar. A money-waster.]

Yun Zhixue disapprovingly condemned it: [System, you cannot call people names.]

The system clicked its tongue in its mind but said nothing. It would just stop saying it out loud—it would keep calling him a money-waster in its mind. Money-waster, money-waster.

The class bell rang. Xu Chi watched Yun Zhixue enter the classroom. He watched as he sat down in the second-to-last row by the window, only to be obscured by another figure. The person’s back blocked Yun Zhixue completely, leaving not even a stray hair visible.

The two seemed to be facing each other, talking about something.

Xu Chi thought idly, He really is thick-set. What if he squashes the little princess?

Then, a reflection flashed into his eyes. It was Yun Zhixue’s desk-mate, who had turned around to look at him.

And he was near-sighted.

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