The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

[Ugh, 370, my mouth hurts so much. Did I get so hungry last night that I chewed on myself a few times?] Lan Zhen lingered in bed the next morning, burrowing into the duvet. [It must have been Wei Chengyang who brought me back. He’s actually a pretty good guy.]

370: […]

[You’re ignoring me again,] Lan Zhen grumbled, throwing off the covers and replying defiantly, [Then I’ll ignore you too!]

Morning study at No. 1 High School began at 7:00 AM. Usually, one had to leave the dormitory by 6:50 AM to avoid being late.

Lan Zhen glanced at the clock on the wall: 8:00 AM.

Well, he didn’t even need to bother struggling; he was definitely late.

He’d just handed in a self-reflection yesterday, and now he was late today. Would he be hit with a “combined sentence” for multiple offenses?

Lan Zhen hurriedly threw on his clothes, rushed off the bed at his fastest speed yet, and stuffed the scattered homework on his desk into his backpack all at once.

His sharp eyes caught Mo Changfeng sitting at the desk, fiddling with something.

Only then did Lan Zhen notice there was no familiar breakfast on the table today. Thinking back, he was certain he hadn’t offended Mo Changfeng; in fact, he still hadn’t settled the score with Mo Changfeng for that previous incident.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He pursed his lips and said angrily, “It’s one thing if you don’t go to class, but you didn’t even wake me up when we’re late!”

Mo Changfeng acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, offering no reaction at all.

How can someone be this annoying!

Lan Zhen even forgot about being late. He took two steps forward only to see that Mo Changfeng was wearing headphones, staring intently at his phone screen, engrossed in whatever he was watching.

“Why didn’t you wake me up!!” Lan Zhen crept up beside him and shouted right into his ear.

Mo Changfeng jerked violently in shock, and the items in his hands slipped. He lunged to catch one thing, but his phone hit the floor with a loud thud.

Lan Zhen bit his lower lip and picked up the phone. After checking repeatedly to ensure it wasn’t broken, he opened his mouth to apologize.

“It’s Saturday. I thought I’d let you sleep in…” Mo Changfeng explained vaguely, his hand tightly clutching the object he had managed to rescue.

Saturday? Lan Zhen took out his own phone to check. It really was Saturday. He hadn’t paid much attention to the date since arriving, so he had instinctively assumed there was class today.

In that case, hadn’t his behavior just now been super, super mean? He should apologize, but…

“What are you holding?” Lan Zhen tilted his head.

Mo Changfeng’s expression suddenly became very complex. Lan Zhen couldn’t quite read it, but he found the colorful shifts in emotion quite interesting.

“Nothing.” Finally, Mo Changfeng managed to regain his composure, putting on a nonchalant front.

“You did that kind of thing to me before, and my mouth still hurts, and now you’re keeping secrets from me about everything,” Lan Zhen started grumbling again. With every word he spoke, the guilt on Mo Changfeng’s face deepened.

Mo Changfeng closed his eyes and held out the item in his hand: “Fine, fine. It’s a little gift I made for you. I wanted to help you cool off.”

The “gift” that had him so nervous was just a small needle-felted toy. It looked fluffy, with alternating black, yellow, and white colors, but its appearance was quite abstract—one eye was larger than the other, the nose was crooked, and the mouth was slanted.

“What is this?” Lan Zhen poked the ugly toy with his finger; it felt quite nice.

He seemed genuinely never to have seen such a thing before, his tone full of curiosity.

“It’s a felted kitten I made. It’s a bit ugly; I’ll make you a better one later.” Mo Changfeng rubbed the back of his head, his face flushing. After a long pause, he continued, “I was wrong about what happened before. I lost my head and was too impulsive. Can you forgive me?”

Lan Zhen blinked, reaching out to feel Mo Changfeng’s forehead and then his own. The temperatures were about the same.

He didn’t have a fever, so why did he seem like a different person? Where was the foul-mouthed guy? Had he been possessed?

Sensing the hand against his forehead, the heat in Mo Changfeng’s cheeks became scorching. His mind felt a bit muddled, and some nerve in his head began to throb.

“I don’t have a fever. So… can you forgive me?” he asked, enunciating each word.

He looked like a homeless, stray dog crouched at the door, pitifully begging its master for forgiveness.

Thinking of it that way, Lan Zhen felt that forgiving him wasn’t out of the question. Besides, he hadn’t been that angry to begin with, and he was still counting on the “big dog” to bring him breakfast.

He picked up the ugly felted kitten, staring at it for a long time without knowing how to hold it.

Of course, this was the first time the clumsy “big dog” had made something in secret; one couldn’t expect master-level craftsmanship.

Lan Zhen pondered for a while before deciding to hang the felted toy on his bed frame. He faced the ugly front toward Mo Changfeng and kept the somewhat decent-looking back for himself.

Just as he finished hanging it, a crisp “click” suddenly echoed through the dorm.

Lan Zhen looked around. Mo Changfeng was still sitting there grinning like an idiot; unless he’d collapsed his chair, he couldn’t have made that sound.

Lin Yangsi’s desk and bed were both clean and tidy—clearly organized. He had likely run off to the library to study to avoid Lan Zhen.

That only left Xu Gu. One look was enough to give Lan Zhen a fright: Xu Gu was clutching a ballpoint pen that had been snapped in two. Ink was leaking from the break, gradually spreading across his well-defined hand.

The “click” from a moment ago must have been the sound of the pen being snapped by sheer force.

“Lan-ge, where are we going today?” He casually wiped at the ink with a tissue, but the more he wiped, the blacker his hand became.

Lan Zhen was puzzled. Going where? There was nothing in his limited memories about this.

Xu Gu didn’t seem to expect him to remember, explaining slowly, “You said last week, Lan-ge, that we were going out this weekend to buy a gift for someone.”

His gaze shifted back to Mo Changfeng.

He had taken a special look while organizing the archives; Mo Changfeng’s birthday was around this time. Had Lan Zhen already developed a connection with Mo Changfeng without him knowing?

To even go out specifically to buy a gift for him…

Xu Gu’s grip tightened further, the skin on the back of his hand rubbed raw and red, blending inconspicuously with the ink.

Lan Zhen thought for a moment. Xu Gu’s birthday seemed to be this coming Monday. Could it be that the original owner had intended to buy a birthday gift for his most loyal lackey?

Even though he used to be a system, he knew that birthdays were very important days for humans, and they should be treated with sincerity.

He had to pick a gift that Xu Gu would like.

The little person inside Lan Zhen’s mind nodded in approval of this idea, so he said without hesitation, “Then let’s go.”

“Now?” This time, it was Xu Gu’s turn to be dazed.

Lan Zhen: “Yeah, is there a problem?”

“No, none.” Xu Gu walked to the sink to slowly wash the ink from his hand. As the darkness on his skin vanished, the gloom in his eyes deepened.

Lan Zhen never liked going out; he usually procrastinated as long as possible, and it was normal for him to dawdle until evening before leaving. Now, however, he was proactively wanting to head out just to buy a gift for another man.

They’ve only known each other for how long? Is he that important?

Shaking the water from his hands, he turned back with a perfect “lackey-style” smile—pious and respectful.

After heading out, Lan Zhen was curious about everything around him, stopping to look wherever they went.

[370, usually in Infinite Flow scripts set in schools, aren’t there supposed to be restrictions on leaving the campus? This place seems a bit different.] He held a stick of candied haws he’d just bought, talking to the system between bites.

370: [It’s a matter of the world-building.]

370’s reply was concise. To Lan Zhen, this meant the information was classified.

[Oh, I see. It involves the main plot, right?] Lan Zhen said this on the surface, but internally he was grumbling, [What a useless system. I guess I’m the only one who won’t look down on you.]

370: […]

370: [I can hear you.]

[Oh.] Caught talking behind the system’s back, Lan Zhen’s face flushed, and he didn’t dare let his thoughts wander further.

When humans are embarrassed, they often try to find something to do to look busy. Since becoming human, Lan Zhen had picked up this habit, so he started pulling Xu Gu along to wander aimlessly.

The two walked into a shopping mall. Just inside the entrance to the left was a large gift shop.

“Xu Gu, if it were you, what kind of gift would you want?” Lan Zhen added, “The person receiving the gift is very similar to you. Maybe your tastes are similar, too.”

He secretly congratulated himself after saying this, feeling quite clever.

Asking this way allowed Xu Gu to choose something he liked without revealing that the gift was actually for him.

How can there be a system as smart as me!

Hearing this, the smile remained on Xu Gu’s face, but the hand at his side clenched so hard that the veins on his arm bulged.

Yes, Mo Changfeng. In terms of age, height, and weight, he was very similar to him. Even their tastes were the same—the moment they saw Lan Zhen, they were like dogs seeing a meat bone, eyes flashing with a greedy light. Once they got a bite, they’d never let go.

And he was good at playing little tricks. That ugly handmade scrap would normally be trampled on by anyone else, yet Lan Zhen had accepted it because of the guy’s posturing.

“I think that one is very good.” He didn’t even look, pointing randomly into the store.

“Um… that one? It seems a bit inappropriate.” Lan Zhen looked in the direction he was pointing; his cheeks instantly turned bright red, and his voice became tiny.

Xu Gu followed his own gaze. The direction he had pointed was a display of various condoms.

“I know adults can use those things, but isn’t it a bit strange to give that as a gift?” Lan Zhen assumed Xu Gu actually liked them and said bashfully.

What would it mean to give someone condoms? What would happen after being given condoms by someone you liked?

With a dark expression, Xu Gu walked into the interior of the store and began to seriously select what he wanted Lan Zhen to buy.

After searching for a long time, he finally found something “good.” He took it off the shelf and handed it to Lan Zhen.

Lan Zhen nearly threw the thing away after one look.

It seemed it was originally intended to be a green, fat-headed fish, but the craftsmanship had gone off the rails. The end result looked like an alien with vestigial limbs and twisted features; it felt limp and wobbly in his hand.

Ugly things were common, but this was the first time he’d seen something so ugly it possessed its own unique “charm.”

By comparison, the felted kitten Mo Changfeng had given him could be considered “ugly-cute.”

“You certainly have an eye for things! This is a very popular bestseller as a gag toy,” the clerk said, walking over to introduce the item with a forced smile.

Lan Zhen turned to look at Xu Gu. “Are you sure you think this looks good?”

Xu Gu nodded with satisfaction.

That bastard deserved to be given something like this.

“Okay then. Please wrap it up for me.” Lan Zhen handed the strange thing to the clerk.

As long as Xu Gu likes it. Human tastes were diverse; one had to learn to respect and offer blessings.