The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Lan Zhen craned his neck to steal a few more glances, the curiosity in his eyes nearly overflowing.

Nie Liang’s pen paused. He gave the pen a slight twirl and tapped the desk with the cap, asking again patiently, “Is there anything else?”

“No, nothing! Thank you, Teacher.” Usually, when a teacher says that, it’s a cue to leave. Lan Zhen gave a startled flinch, and once he realized what was happening, he thanked him while backing toward the door.

Only after he managed to pull the office door shut did Lan Zhen look at Mo Changfeng, instantly switching back to his arrogant expression.

“You didn’t even come in with me.” He pouted with dissatisfaction, his snowy-white cheeks puffing out slightly with the movement, making him look like a tender, beautiful little fish.

Mo Changfeng wanted to laugh, but he suppressed it for the sake of Lan Zhen’s pride. “I had no reason to follow you in.”

Oh, I guess that’s true. Besides, he’s injured and still accompanied me to find the head teacher.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Lan Zhen felt he had indeed been a bit much, and he began to apologize haltingly.

Mo Changfeng didn’t know what kind of expression was on his face, but his heart was certainly conflicted. It was like he was raising a kitten he constantly pampered; when it was happy, it would come over for a rub, and when it wasn’t, it would give him a couple of swats. Yet, he relished it, feeling incredibly delighted.

Now that the kitten had suddenly initiated a “rub,” he was somewhat overwhelmed by the unexpected favor, fearing the cat might actually be hiding some wicked intentions.

“As an apology, tell me where these injuries came from. I’ll go demand justice for you.”

Even though he would become a “stray dog” once the test results came out, he was still technically rank one for now and could still throw his weight around a bit.

Lan Zhen’s fair face wore a serious expression. It was clear he had already assumed Mo Changfeng lost the fight and was genuinely thinking of sticking up for him.

Mo Changfeng hadn’t intended to talk about it further—after all, Xu Gu had taken his fair share of hits too—but hearing Lan Zhen’s promise, he couldn’t help but say with a hint of dark humor: “It was Xu Gu. Are you going to avenge me?”

Would he really punish the ‘mad dog’ lackey by his side for his sake?

If he were truly willing, did that mean he was now the person Lan Zhen trusted most?

Xu Gu looks so well-behaved, though. To think he’d get into a fight with someone.

Though Lan Zhen was surprised, he still nodded. “I’ll go back and give him a stern lesson.”

“What did you two fight about?” After a moment, he couldn’t resist leaning in close to Mo Changfeng to ask, his curious look making it seem like he hadn’t seen gossip in eight hundred years. “Was it like those TV dramas, where you both fell for the same girl and fought it out for her?”

“Did you agree that whoever lost would withdraw from the pursuit, but in the end it was a draw, so you scheduled a rematch?”

“The girl would definitely feel bad for you. If you go show off your wounds then, maybe you’ll actually make some progress.”

“But usually in these cases, Xu Gu would realize your little scheme, and then you’d start fighting again over something else…”

Even though this was Lan Zhen’s first time being human, he had slacked off and watched plenty of TV dramas back when he was a system. Right now, his little mouth was rattling off theories like beans pouring out of a jar.

At first, Mo Changfeng found it quite amusing and didn’t stop the speculation, but as the plot got weirder, he interrupted. “No, it was just a bit of minor friction.”

He handed the wiped-clean milk tea back to Lan Zhen, hoping the drink would plug that beautiful but non-stop mouth.

“Oh.” Lan Zhen took a sip of the milk tea, looking a bit dazed.

To think a bit of ‘minor friction’ could lead to a beating like this. Male high schoolers are truly terrifying.

Lan Zhen and Mo Changfeng returned to the dorm together. At that moment, Xu Gu was half-naked, sitting at his desk pouring medicine onto his wounds.

Seeing Mo Changfeng’s urging gaze, Lan Zhen shuffled over to Xu Gu inch by inch.

“Are your injuries serious?”

According to the plan, he was supposed to say: Xu Gu, you’ve gone too far! How can you fight with others in the dormitory?

The moment the words left his mouth, Lan Zhen felt something was wrong. This was completely different from the plan; there wasn’t a single connection.

Sure enough, Mo Changfeng’s face instantly turned sour, while the stony-faced Xu Gu broke into a smile the moment he saw them return.

Lan Zhen looked back and forth at their swapped expressions, finding it hard to understand what was going on. High school boys weren’t just full of energy; their thoughts were incredibly hard to guess.

Is this the legendary ‘smiles don’t disappear, they only transfer’?

Caught between them, Lan Zhen’s eyelashes fluttered as his face flushed, looking back and forth until his head was spinning, yet neither of them spoke again.

Finally, it was Mo Changfeng who pulled him away and sat him in a chair, pulling two books out of the backpack hanging on the locker and placing them on the desk.

He stood behind Lan Zhen, one hand on the back of the chair and the other propped on the desk, firmly encircling Lan Zhen in his arms. Leaning down, he could smell a faint, lingering fragrance.

Lan Zhen began to play dumb. “I really can’t handle studying.”

Mo Changfeng wasn’t falling for it this time. “Study. You can fake it through this time, but what about the next?”

Lan Zhen curled his lip. If he didn’t get bullied to death when his ranking dropped this time, he wouldn’t even have a “next time.” As for Mo Changfeng’s promise to protect him, Lan Zhen didn’t really take it seriously; after all, Mo Changfeng’s own grades didn’t seem that great.

Wait, then what right does he have to be teaching me?

Believing he had found a good reason, Lan Zhen looked up to protest. He didn’t expect Mo Changfeng to be leaning down at that exact moment; as he looked up, their eyes met directly, their warm breaths intertwining, their lips nearly touching.

Those lips were pink and soft, his face white, and those big eyes were blinking away—he looked so easy to bully no matter how you looked at it.

Mo Changfeng cleared his throat, averting his gaze while holding a fist to his lips to fake a cough.

“Your grades aren’t even that good, yet you want to teach me?” Lan Zhen didn’t quite understand why he had suddenly started coughing, but that didn’t stop him from speaking his mind.

He truly had no talent for studying—please stop forcing him!

Hearing this, Xu Gu also leaned over, casting a disdainful glance at Mo Changfeng.

“Teaching Brother Lan? You haven’t lost your mind, have you?”

The bottom of the grade teaching the top of the grade? He thought he had heard a joke.

Lan Zhen felt a bit ashamed hearing this and began chatting with the system in his head.

[370, do you think if he knew that Mo Changfeng is actually more than qualified to teach me, the scene would be really awkward?]

370 thought for a bit and replied: [No. He would just try to take over the job himself.]

That makes sense. Lan Zhen nodded. [They’re actually quite kind-hearted, thinking of ways to help me study better. Too bad I don’t want to.]

370: [.]

Kind-hearted? It sounded like a joke, but if Lan Zhen thought so, then so be it.

Mo Changfeng figured he wouldn’t be able to hide it for long anyway, so he might as well give this “mad dog” a heads-up so there would be one more person to protect Lan Zhen later. The time spent in school was long, and he couldn’t guarantee he’d be by Lan Zhen’s side every second; he needed someone else watching, or who knew what might happen.

“Your Brother Lan hit his head before and forgot everything he knew.” Whether Xu Gu believed it or not, he just tossed out a random excuse.

Xu Gu opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say. After a long silence, he finally asked, “Did you apply for sick leave for this test?”

Lan Zhen nodded.

Xu Gu squatted in front of him and said slowly, “Even if we’re starting over, I should be the one to do it. Some people shouldn’t try to act like a big shot when they aren’t.”

Mo Changfeng sneered. “By your logic, wouldn’t it be better to just ask Wei Chengyang for help?”

“The more people who know about this, the higher the risk.” Xu Gu frowned, clearly disagreeing.

Lan Zhen sat there dazed, not knowing what had transpired. His expression was blank, his face a total “?”.

“I don’t want to study,” he whispered, tentatively raising his hand like a student asking to answer a question in class.

“No,” the two of them said in rare unison.

[Waaaaah, System! It’s all your fault for saying something so unlucky earlier, now it’s coming true!] Lan Zhen began to wail to 370.

370 didn’t appear, knowing that “playing dead” was the best choice in this situation. Otherwise, a certain piece of “sticky candy” would cling to it and demand a counter-strategy.

“Then tomorrow… let’s start tomorrow. I’m a bit sleepy today.” After saying this, he gave a small yawn, looking half-asleep.

“No. You have to choose today: let me teach you, or let him.” Mo Changfeng let out a cold laugh, not letting him slip away.

After a long day of running around, Lan Zhen’s brain wasn’t very clear to begin with. Hearing this, a streak of rebelliousness flared up, and he said firmly: “Why do I have to choose between you two? I won’t. I have a good relationship with Wei Chengyang too; I’ll let him teach me.”

Actually, he regretted it the moment he said it.

What ‘good relationship’? There was only the time he rode on the guy’s back to the teaching building, and the times he made the guy write his homework and self-reflection. If that counted as a “good relationship,” then everyone in school was probably a best friend.

Xu Gu fell silent upon hearing this, appearing to consider the feasibility of the idea. As a qualified lackey, he naturally wanted to bring the best of everything to Lan Zhen. In terms of academics, aside from Lan Zhen himself, Wei Chengyang truly stood undefeated.

Mo Changfeng scratched his head, making a few strands of his neatly combed hair stand up, pacing back and forth irritably. He had already analyzed that Wei Chengyang had some interest in Lan Zhen; now this idiot was jumping right into the guy’s lap. What was the difference between a rabbit delivering itself to a wolf in sheep’s clothing?

Lan Zhen looked at him and whispered, “You’re not thinking of cursing at me, are you?”

The man looked exactly like the idiom “fuming with rage.”

Mo Changfeng hadn’t intended to do that, but now he’d been labeled before even acting. He was more wronged than Dou E herself.

“Does it have to be Wei Chengyang?” he asked.

Actually, no. He had just been flustered and said the first thing that came to mind.

Just as Lan Zhen was about to answer, a sudden knock came at the door. He felt that continuing this conversation would be embarrassing, so he swallowed his words.

Mo Changfeng frowned as he went to open the door. Seeing who it was, the furrow in his brow deepened. “Transfer student? What are you doing here?”