The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As competitors in the same grade, Lan Zhen’s name had spread throughout the campus for three things: his unbeatable grades, his beautiful face, and his terrible temper. There wasn’t a soul in the school who didn’t know him. However, when Wei Chengyang had seen Lan Zhen before, he had only one thought:

Ordinary. No different from anyone else.

Everyone has two eyes and a mouth; what was the point of distinguishing between beauty and ugliness?

It was only moments ago that he realized how utterly wrong he had been. In just an instant, Lan Zhen seemed like a completely different person. It turned out that some people truly look different from others at a single glance, lighting up amidst a dim crowd in a split second.

Like a light that attracts dark, shadowy things.

He wasn’t the only one attracted. There were many people around his “light,” and some were even closer to it than he was.

I want so badly… so badly to take him home and keep him caged.

Where he could only see Wei Chengyang. Where, even if he were unwilling, he would have to lie in bed every day and offer a reluctant but obedient smile upon seeing him return home.

Now is not the time.

A darkness flickered in Wei Chengyang’s eyes as countless thoughts flashed through his mind, yet he didn’t show the slightest intent to question Lan Zhen’s command. He lowered his spine calmly, his composed demeanor showing not a hint of feeling humiliated.

The expected punch never came. Instead, what reached his ears was the sound of a school uniform rubbing against the ground.

Lan Zhen cautiously opened one eye. Even after he had actually sat on Wei Chengyang and was slowly moving toward the classroom, he still found it hard to believe what was happening.

It was… solved that easily?

He didn’t get beaten up?

Those school rules are way too powerful!

The more it was like this, the more panicked Lan Zhen felt. If the school rules were this formidable, wouldn’t he be finished once the next exam ended?!

If he made friends with the future rank one, could he perhaps struggle a bit longer before the end?

Realizing this late, Lan Zhen remembered he hadn’t paid attention to who the current rank two—the future rank one—was.

Sitting on Wei Chengyang’s back, Lan Zhen turned his head to look back at the rankings. For the first time, he hated how good a system’s eyesight was; the characters on the board were so large that he could see them clearly even from this distance.

Rank 2: Wei Chengyang.

Lan Zhen whipped his head back around, his small face turning pale with fright.

He felt there was truly no hope left. He might as well enjoy his life as the current rank one for a bit, then just go bury himself.

The person on his back trembled slightly. Wei Chengyang paused abruptly, wondering if his posture wasn’t quite right and was making the person sitting on him uncomfortable.

Fine sand rubbed continuously against his palms. The act of crawling on his knees and hands wasn’t comfortable, but his entire focus was on the point where the two of them touched.

It was currently the transition between spring and summer. Although most students were still in spring uniforms, the layers beneath were nearly non-existent, meaning they were only separated by two thin layers of clothing.

A soft sensation traveled from his spine to every part of his body. For the first time, Wei Chengyang’s mind was in a mess, filled with a feeling he couldn’t quite name.

How did he grow like this? He looked thin and bony, yet the flesh on his buttocks was so ample, as if all the weight on his body had gathered right there.

If a palm were to press against it, the soft, delicate flesh would overflow from between the fingers; one hand probably wouldn’t even be able to grasp it all.

The rank one student riding on the rank two student in such a flamboyant display attracted a lot of attention, even in a school where many bizarre things happened.

Both their actions and their looks sparked heated discussions, but everyone was most concerned about one thing: How exactly had Wei Chengyang offended the little tyrant?

“Brother Lan, why would you get tangled up with a low-life like that?” Having just settled back in the classroom for one period, Lan Zhen was surrounded by many people again. Judging by their chirping, they were likely the original subordinates of this body.

“How is it our business to ask about Brother Lan’s affairs? Maybe he just didn’t like the look of him.” Before Lan Zhen could think of an answer, another lackey shouted over the rest, holding out a cup of coffee to Lan Zhen.

“Exactly! Second place will always be second place. Are you worried our Brother Lan will fall behind?”

As Lan Zhen took the coffee, he wished he had an extra hand to cover the guy’s mouth.

Wei Chengyang was sitting right in front of them, and the guy was talking so loudly—wasn’t that just pulling aggro for him?!

Even though he had already offended Wei Chengyang, maybe there was still a small chance to salvage things?

Lost in thought, Lan Zhen gently swirled the coffee straw and took a sip.

So bitter.

His already small face scrunched up into a ball, startling the surrounding lackeys, who began frantically searching for tissues.

One of the more quick-witted ones cupped his hands together like a bowl in front of Lan Zhen and said with a flush, “Brother Lan, if you think it tastes bad, you can spit it into my mouth.”

Startled by the lackey’s sudden move, Lan Zhen quickly swallowed the coffee.

He just thought it was a bit bitter; he wasn’t so malicious that he’d spit into someone’s hands.

Seeing the chaotic display, a handsome young man with sharp features sitting to Lan Zhen’s right suddenly spoke up: “Being so… about drinking coffee.”

The word “affected” rolled around his tongue before he swapped it for a gentler term: “Delicate. I don’t know what you’re thinking, trying to bully people.”

The young man was facing his desk while speaking, and Lan Zhen wasn’t sure if he was talking to him.

Facing Lan Zhen’s slow and confused expression, the young man didn’t look impatient. Instead, his lips curled slightly as he turned his head and asked another question: “You aren’t actually a little girl, are you?”

Even though the man’s actions were mild, the malice in his words and the unusual interest in his eyes made Lan Zhen very uncomfortable. His body instinctively leaned back until he hit the backrest of the chair, which gave him a slight sense of security.

Seeing his movement, the curve of the young man’s mouth deepened, revealing a dash of charm that didn’t quite suit a high schooler.

Or rather, his appearance didn’t quite match that of a high school student either. His entire being radiated a casual, untamed aura. His school uniform collar had been modified into a hood, and the zipper replaced with buttons, which were currently wide open to reveal a t-shirt. The messy uniform somehow fit his temperament perfectly, adding a bit of rugged charm.

Reasonably, the lackeys should have jumped in to defend him, but at this moment, they were all unnaturally quiet, as if they were seriously contemplating this strange question.

What kind of weird question is that? How could I be a girl? Isn’t it obvious I’m not!

Does being afraid of bitterness make you a girl? Did being afraid of bitterness eat your rice?

Lan Zhen was like a little pufferfish, ready to pop at a touch. However, because he had already offended so many people and worried about his future life, he only replied, “I’m not.”

Used to the old Lan Zhen’s arrogant and overbearing ways, the young man was momentarily choked up by his pitiful “dare-not-speak” appearance. He then changed his tune and asked intentionally, “Not a girl? You sound so hesitant.”

The previous question was malicious; this one was clearly just making conversation for the sake of it. Lan Zhen frowned, his brow filled with irritation. Perhaps due to his anger, heat kept rising, staining his jade-like face with a faint powder-pink hue that looked exceptionally beautiful.

Even the tips of his ears turned pink.

Seeing his expression, the man felt an itch in his heart, as if a kitten were scratching it. He hurriedly glossed over the topic as a cover-up: “The homeroom teacher asked us to go move some books. Let’s go.”

Lan Zhen’s built-up emotions dissipated, replaced by hesitation.

[370, he’s actually lying to me, right?]

The system couldn’t directly interfere with the plot, so 370 didn’t speak. However, it was still a bit surprised that Lan Zhen could even ask that question.

So he isn’t a total idiot.

[He’s big and strong, he’s suitable for moving books. Why would they ask me to go? That’s just causing trouble,] Lan Zhen continued, which caused 370’s surprise to turn into worry for his train of thought. [He wouldn’t be trying to call me out just to beat me up, would he?]

Receiving no response, the man stood up and grabbed the school jacket hanging on his chair. Only then did Lan Zhen see the name tag on the uniform: the man was named Mo Changfeng.

“You don’t think I’m lying to you, do you?” Lan Zhen’s reaction was too obvious, and Mo Changfeng sighed. “They said move books, but it’s actually to talk about grades. It’s normal to call the rank one and the last place student, right?”

Right after saying that, he changed his tone again: “Rank one isn’t afraid of a tail-ender like me, are they?”

Despite calling himself a last-place tail-ender, Mo Changfeng was looking down at Lan Zhen from a height.

His sharp gaze made it impossible for Lan Zhen to raise his head, as if a single look would allow the other man to see that he wasn’t the real “Lan Zhen”—the rank one student—but just an idiot who had snatched the nest.

The previous reason seemed somewhat plausible, plus there were school rules; surely he wouldn’t be beaten up.

Lan Zhen nodded confusedly. Having just arrived in this world, he naturally didn’t know where the homeroom teacher’s office was, so he had no choice but to follow Mo Changfeng as they wandered around.

Eventually, their footsteps stopped at a secluded restroom.

The layout of the school’s restrooms was very simple. Upon entering, there were four sinks lined up. They were cleaned well enough, but water stains were inevitable. Turning left from there would lead to several stalls.

The moment he stepped into the restroom, Lan Zhen knew something was wrong. This Mo Changfeng was definitely doing this on purpose.

He actually just wants to hit me!

Mo Changfeng was very tall, and the light source in the restroom was right behind him, casting a gloomy shadow that completely enveloped Lan Zhen. Even if he hadn’t done anything yet, it felt incredibly oppressive.

Lan Zhen slowly adjusted his body’s angle, preparing to bolt the moment Mo Changfeng made a move. He asked, “Didn’t you say the teacher called for us?”

Mo Changfeng glanced at him without saying anything. He took two steps to the sink. First, he scanned the water-stained surface with his eyes, then frowned slightly and casually used his school jacket to wipe the counter clean.

Lan Zhen was stunned, not quite understanding what he was trying to do.

If he wanted to hit someone, he could do it now; why bother wiping the counter with his clean jacket?

“You aren’t actually Lan Zhen, are you?”

Mo Changfeng had his back to Lan Zhen, so his expression was hidden. Lan Zhen’s face went blank for a moment upon hearing those words.

What does he mean? Has my cover been blown in just half a day?