The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The players’ rowdy movements stopped simultaneously. Pei Ran remained in his previous posture as the corridor suddenly fell into an eerie silence, so quiet that one could have heard a pin drop.

“Do you mean… I didn’t come here out of curiosity, but because I was tricked by them?” Lan Zhen’s small voice rang out.

He looked up at Xu Gu, hoping for a clear answer.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” As he spoke, Xu Gu slapped himself hard across the face. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, showing the significant force he had used. “How could you possibly be lured away by a pack of idiots?”

He looked utterly humble, withdrawing all his sharp edges, leaving only helplessness and caution. It was as if, had Lan Zhen reached out to slap his left cheek, he would have smilingly offered the right one, then worriedly asked if Lan Zhen’s hand hurt. He possessed not a shred of self-esteem.

Lan Zhen: “…”

How terrifying. This one is definitely a pervert too.

“It’s good that you know you’re wrong.” Lan Zhen lowered his eyes and reached out to tug at Xu Gu’s sleeve. “Now, take me back.”

Xu Gu looked as if he had been struck by a stroke of heavenly luck. He forgot everything he had been doing; his heart and eyes were full of Lan Zhen, and he looked desperate to carry the boy out in his arms.

Behind them, Pei Ran’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, radiating a heavy, low-pressure aura.

“God Pei, the ‘sister’ only tricked him away because he didn’t want you to get in trouble. He’s still on your side,” the tattooed man said daringly.

“Get lost. What ‘sister’? Can’t you see he’s a boy?”

Pei Ran knew Lan Zhen meant well. He didn’t want to ruin the boy’s intentions, which was why he hadn’t taken further action, but he simply couldn’t swallow that lump of pride. He attributed all of this to being unable to tolerate a high schooler’s provocation.

The tattooed man wisely shut his mouth.

Calling him “sister” had been fine before, but now Pei Ran was suddenly angry. He would bet his life that the man was definitely jealous of a high school student.

On the way back, Lan Zhen didn’t know what to say to Xu Gu, so they walked in silence. Fortunately, Xu Gu seemed satisfied just to be near him.

Returning to the dorm, Lan Zhen saw Mo Changfeng sitting on his bed, as stiff and upright as a statue. Only then did he remember that he had fooled the man into leaving and then completely forgotten about him.

Mo Changfeng turned his head at the sound of the door opening, his body shifting slightly. It was obvious he was holding an extra-large cup of milk tea with two straws tucked into the bag.

Small animals seem to have an innate perception of danger. The moment Lan Zhen met Mo Changfeng’s gaze, his body instinctively backed away. If not for Xu Gu blocking him from behind, he would have chosen to turn and bolt.

“You’re still hiding from me.” The words were practically squeezed from between Mo Changfeng’s teeth.

Under Lan Zhen’s wary gaze, he stood up and walked to the door. His eyes swept over Xu Gu before he grabbed Lan Zhen’s arm without warning.

“It’s one thing to lie to me, but now you’ve brought another one back.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mo Changfeng wanted to slap himself and take them back. They sounded sour, like the words of a resentful wife guarding a lonely bedroom. Moreover, everyone knew Xu Gu followed Lan Zhen like a shadow; they shared a dorm. If anyone was the “third party,” it was Mo Changfeng.

A look of confusion appropriately appeared on Lan Zhen’s face.

So strange. Are humans always this hard to understand?

Standing behind Lan Zhen, Xu Gu’s expression turned hideous the moment he saw an extra person in the room acting like the master of the house.

“Take your filthy hands off Brother Lan, or don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Like a mirror image of the previous scene, Lan Zhen was caught in the middle again, though this time Xu Gu’s opponent had changed.

Mo Changfeng scoffed at his words. With bloodshot eyes, he stared straight at Lan Zhen and said, “Actually, everything I said before was right, wasn’t it? Anyone will do, as long as they can provide you with protection.”

“This mad dog, Wei Chengyang, the transfer students, and me.” He listed them one by one. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you? Hooking people until their souls are spinning, like dogs you can call and dismiss at will.”

Otherwise, why would he have impulsively bought milk tea? Why would he have been so obedient, his first reaction upon seeing an empty classroom being to worry that Lan Zhen was so stupid he might have been tricked or put in danger?

Lan Zhen’s arm had already been yanked by Pei Ran earlier; Mo Changfeng’s grip made it ache sharply, and he couldn’t help but try to shake him off.

Mo Changfeng, however, took a forceful stance, pinning Lan Zhen’s other hand and pressing him against the wall by the dorm door. He was tall and broad; simply trapping the boy there created an immense sense of pressure, let alone now with his lowered brows and fierce expression.

Lan Zhen was too terrified to move.

Before he could process the situation, Mo Changfeng leaned his face down, closing the distance between them. Lan Zhen’s pupils dilated in terror, and seeing no way to resist, he squeezed his eyes shut.

His breath was filled with thick, moist heat.

His lips were pressed into a bruised, vivid color. Mo Changfeng seemed to particularly like the small protrusion on his lip, sucking and biting at it until the labial tubercle quickly began to swell.

Seeing that Lan Zhen wouldn’t relax his jaw, Mo Changfeng gave the swollen spot a firm nip. As Lan Zhen gasped in pain, Mo Changfeng forced his way into the boy’s mouth, aggressively conquering every inch.

His technique was hardly refined—it was all gnawing and biting. Lan Zhen’s tongue felt numb from the onslaught; he tried to push the man out, but this only made it easier for Mo Changfeng to tangle with him and continue the suction.

Wet sounds filled the air as glistening droplets slid down his chin, trailing all the way to his Adam’s apple. Lan Zhen couldn’t catch his breath, his face a deep flush.

Finally, Mo Changfeng released the crimson lips and tongue, trailing dense bites downward along the wet tracks.

Before he could get more than two bites in, Xu Gu, who had been standing by as if in a trance, finally reacted. He grabbed Mo Changfeng by the hair, yanked him up, and threw a punch without hesitation.

Mo Changfeng was no saint either. He reacted quickly, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam and lunging into a brawl.

Lan Zhen stood there dazed, reaching up to touch his lips. They hurt, were a bit swollen, and felt as if the skin had been broken.

Tears quickly filled his eyes, silent as they fell like a string of pearls to the floor.

Mo Changfeng soon noticed the silent weeping. The anger and violence in his heart were instantly choked out; his movements stopped, leaving only panic and helplessness on his face.

After taking another punch from Xu Gu, he frantically tried to wipe away Lan Zhen’s tears. Lan Zhen turned his head to dodge his hand, still silently shedding “small pearls.”

He felt so wronged. He was working so hard just to finish the mission, yet he was still getting scolded every day.

Lan Zhen was already pure and beautiful; now, with his flushed face, swollen red lips, and tears flowing as if they cost nothing, anyone would feel their heart ache for him.

“It’s my fault. I lost my mind to say those things… to do that. Lan Zhen, I was just worried they would trick you.” Mo Changfeng stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence for a long time.

“Get out, all of you… I don’t want to see you. You’re so annoying,” Lan Zhen sobbed.

Xu Gu obeyed immediately and walked out. Mo Changfeng wanted to say more, but seeing Lan Zhen looking so miserable and bullied, he didn’t dare continue. He silently placed the milk tea on Lan Zhen’s desk and walked out with his head bowed.

He looked like a big dog who had done something wrong and was being kicked out with his ears drooping.

Associated with that image, Lan Zhen calmed down after a while, his anger fading as he finally held back his tears. Lin Yangsi, who had been huddled in the corner, handed him a tissue. Lan Zhen wiped his face, scrambled onto his bed, and buried his head under the quilt.

In reality, Lan Zhen was giggling under the covers.

[370, look! Now not only can they not question me, they have to turn around and wonder what they did wrong.]

[?] 370 had been worried about him, but now it seemed entirely unnecessary.

Lan Zhen: [Even though my lie was caught, it couldn’t stop me! Though, the reason Mo Changfeng got angry is so weird…]

[Just an aggressive ‘simping’ brain. Don’t worry about him.] 370 hesitated before asking, [That was your first kiss, wasn’t it? Aren’t you angry?]

Lan Zhen: [First kiss? What’s a first kiss? Is it like that mouth-to-mouth gnawing just now?]

370 felt its vision go dark. It was over. It had forgotten this idiot used to be a system; he probably knew nothing and was sitting here feeling proud of himself after being taken advantage of.

It struggled for a long time to find an explanation, finally muttering: [That is sexual harassment. Never let anyone gnaw on you like that again.]

[Oh.] Lan Zhen nodded, realizing belatedly: [Then did I lose out? I should have at least hit Mo Changfeng once.]

There was no chance to hit him now; it would have to wait for later.

“System, 370, I think I’m sick,” he said slowly.

System: [What?]

“I’m so sleepy… the moment I touch the bed, I want to sleep…”

Lan Zhen trailed off mid-sentence. With the quilt still over his head, 370 had to slightly move the covers to ensure Lan Zhen wouldn’t suffocate himself during the night.

The next day, Lan Zhen woke to find Mo Changfeng gone, though the familiar buns and porridge were on his desk.

“Actually, I wanted fried dough sticks today,” Lan Zhen commented after a bite of a bun, wondering when he should let Mo Changfeng come back to run errands for him.

He strolled to the classroom, but before he could even set down his bag, he received bad news.

A classmate in the front row turned around: “Lan Zhen, the head teacher wants to see you in the office.”

Lan Zhen’s first reaction was that his scheme of having someone else write his homework had been exposed. Seeing that Wei Chengyang’s seat was empty, it was almost certainly the case.

Feeling like a man heading to the execution ground, he trudged to the office door, staring at the wood, unable to bring himself to knock.

But what must come, will come. He knocked twice and heard a clear, refined “Enter” from inside.

“Lan Zhen, take a look at the homework you handed in.” Nie Liang went straight to the point, pushing the notebook toward him.

Lan Zhen picked up the notebook and felt his vision go dark. It was clearly Wei Chengyang’s handwriting—not a single basic change had been made. In common terms: they hadn’t even bothered to pretend.