The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

“I have something I want to discuss with Lan Zhen.” Seeing that it wasn’t Lan Zhen who opened the door, Pei Ran’s brows furrowed imperceptibly, though his tone remained steady. “Can you ask him to come out for a moment?”

“He’s tired. Come back another day,” Mo Changfeng replied instantly, without a hint of hesitation.

Normally, a regular person would have left at that point, but Pei Ran was clearly not a regular person. Using such an excuse might fool others, but the tone and demeanor of the man in front of him reminded him of a dragon guarding a massive hoard of gold and jewels; standing guard wasn’t enough—there was no way he would let anyone else get a close look at his treasure.

With a cold face, Pei Ran said, “But I can see he’s still out of bed.”

Mo Changfeng glanced back. Sure enough, Lan Zhen was craning his neck toward the door, his eyes sparkling with interest—not a single trace of the sleepiness he had claimed earlier. He looked as if he were fascinated by their conversation.

Seeing the topic turn to him, Lan Zhen quickly retracted his neck, wearing a perfectly innocent expression.

Mo Changfeng let out a cold laugh. “I said no, and I meant no. Transfer students really don’t understand the rules at all.”

“Dorm 315. You’re welcome anytime. I’m sure you have plenty of questions,” Pei Ran said. His volume was neither too loud nor too soft—just enough for Lan Zhen inside the room to hear clearly.

Without another look at Mo Changfeng’s livid face, he turned and walked away.

“Brother Lan, you don’t actually want to go, do you?” Xu Gu could tell what Lan Zhen was thinking just by his expression. “When did you get so close to the transfer student?”

Before he could deal with Xu Gu, Mo Changfeng came over to join the fray.

“Throwing the problem back at you so easily—he’s clearly a scumbag. You wouldn’t actually believe the words of such a shady person, would you?”

Overwhelmed, Lan Zhen scrambled onto his bed and curled up inside his quilt, leaving only a tiny tuft of hair visible.

What a fast-reacting little snail. Mo Changfeng had a belly full of words that were now stuck there, eventually turning into a sigh. “Pull the quilt down a bit; it’s hard to breathe like that.”

The little snail turned over, lying on his side, and pulled back a tiny corner of the quilt, revealing only his nose. Although he didn’t say it aloud, it was obvious he was sulking.

He’s small, but he’s got a big temper. Doesn’t he see who we were arguing with and making enemies of for so long? It was all for him.

Mo Changfeng was almost driven to laughter by his anger. He stepped onto the ladder to the upper bunk, intending to give the disobedient snail a lesson.

As if sensing it, the little snail—along with the little house on his back—scurried backward the moment a foot touched the ladder. But he was still ruthlessly pinned down by a large hand.

The quilt over his head was heartlessly flipped back, letting the cold air rush in. Lan Zhen grumbled with dissatisfaction, “What are you doing? I’m really going to sleep!”

The moment he saw the quilt jump backward, the flicker of anger in Mo Changfeng’s heart vanished, replaced by amusement. But seeing the person inside the quilt now, he froze in place.

Because Lan Zhen had been muffled under the covers for a while, his delicate, small face was flushed pink from the heat, looking like a freshly steamed soup dumpling—the kind that would leak juice if you poked it.

Perhaps because the cold air had rushed in so suddenly, his eyelashes were slightly stuck to his eyelids, some curling and trembling faintly. Even his angry expression was adorable.

Mo Changfeng had prepared a dozen ways to scold him, but they were all forgotten in an instant.

“Alright, it’s a small matter. Let Brother Lan sleep,” Xu Gu said from below, pulling Mo Changfeng down forcefully.

Seeing this, Lan Zhen quickly curled himself into a ball again, trying to preserve the little heat remaining in the quilt.

Mo Changfeng was initially annoyed, but seeing the storm brewing in Xu Gu’s eyes, he quickly understood. Xu Gu’s possessiveness toward Lan Zhen had reached a pathological level. He had drawn a knife on him before; now, he was likely thinking of how to turn the transfer student into mincemeat.

The reason he hadn’t acted was simple: Lan Zhen was still right there.

They were “nothing” to him; on the surface, they had no right to control who Lan Zhen associated with. Rather than making Lan Zhen resent them, it was better to solve the problem secretly behind his back.

He had been too impulsive just now, giving Xu Gu an opportunity to look good in front of Lan Zhen.

Mo Changfeng cast his eyes down and turned off the dorm lights, flopping onto his bed. Seeing this, Xu Gu also slowly climbed into his bunk, and the dormitory returned to silence.

The next morning, Lan Zhen was plucked out of bed. A few strands of hair stood upright on his head, looking just as dazed as he was.

He checked the time: 6:30 AM. He checked the date: Sunday.

It’s clearly a holiday, so why was I dragged out of bed?!

Mo Changfeng squeezed the toothpaste and gently nudged the toothbrush into Lan Zhen’s mouth. Only then did the boy react, slowly beginning to brush.

“I said you were delicate before, but I was wrong.” Watching the foam gather at the corners of his mouth and the toothbrush poking a small bulge into his cheek, Mo Changfeng spoke lazily from the side. “You’re not delicate; you’re an ancestor. Even brushing your teeth requires someone to wait on you.”

Lan Zhen ignored him. He had mastered the art of letting such “trash talk” go in one ear and out the other. Besides, he hadn’t forced the man to squeeze the toothpaste; he’d done it voluntarily, so there was no point in blaming Lan Zhen for it.

Mo Changfeng didn’t take it to heart either. Seeing him finish brushing, he handed over a towel dampened with warm water. “Still got the morning grumpies? You’re the one who insisted on having Wei Chengyang tutor you. We went through a lot of trouble to contact him, you little ingrate.”

Hearing Wei Chengyang’s name, Lan Zhen’s eyes suddenly widened.

I only said that because I didn’t want to study! They actually made it happen?!

Is it too late to regret it? At least Mo Changfeng and Xu Gu wouldn’t hurt him; he couldn’t say the same for Wei Chengyang, whom he had bullied.

As it turned out, regret was impossible. The two in the dorm were extraordinarily nervous about his studies. Perhaps if he had named a teacher to tutor him, they would have found a way to “invite” the teacher over, let alone Wei Chengyang.

Despite being woken up so early, Lan Zhen intentionally dawdled. By the time they reached the classroom, Wei Chengyang was already sitting there calmly reading a book. A cup of milk tea beside him had already gone cold, suggesting he had been waiting for a long time.

Hearing the door open, Wei Chengyang looked up slightly. Seeing who it was, he shifted his gaze back to his book with indifference.

He’s angry. He’s definitely angry because I’m late.

Lan Zhen pulled back the foot he had just stepped forward. If not for the two “jinxes” beside him, he would have bolted and stayed in the dorm to sleep. I’m really here to finish a mission, not to study!

“Are you coming in or not?” Wei Chengyang flipped through a few pages casually, but all his focus was actually on Lan Zhen.

He had self-studied the entire high school curriculum during middle school; these books were mere props. He preferred reading extracurricular materials. Wei Chengyang was a man of few words and usually had a decent temper, but Lan Zhen was still intimidated by him—especially when those pitch-black eyes swept over him, making him feel like he was being watched by a cold-blooded predator.

Lan Zhen sat down obediently beside him. One look at the words in the textbook made his head spin, as if the characters were dancing in front of his eyes rather than sitting on the page.

Today, the little bully seemed to be in a bad mood, his expression carrying a hint of grievance. But he was still beautiful—his features looked as if they were meticulously sketched with vibrant ink, and his red lips were like a drop of cinnabar on white paper, drawing attention for no reason.

He was very well-behaved, sitting there like a pretty doll. It was a pity Wei Chengyang couldn’t do anything yet.

While Wei Chengyang was observing Lan Zhen, Lan Zhen was secretly observing him too. Not for any particular reason, but because Wei Chengyang’s face was much easier to look at than the dizzying text.

There was an air of noble refinement about him, yet he had a paleness that looked like malnutrition. Logically, given his rank, he should be living a life “under one person and above ten thousand.” It was strange for him to look like this.

“I didn’t expect you to ask me to study with you.” Under his gaze, Wei Chengyang’s eyes didn’t change at all—they were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and his voice was just as icy.

In the eyes of the original Lan Zhen, most people were probably lower than dogs, let alone studying with one.

Lan Zhen froze, then realized Wei Chengyang probably didn’t know about his “amnesia” yet. Moreover, Wei Chengyang had always been the eternal “Rank Two” of First High. Now that Lan Zhen, the “Rank One,” had become a deadbeat student, Wei Chengyang would take the top spot if nothing went wrong. If he knew the truth, he might not teach Lan Zhen seriously.

As expected, I dug a massive hole for myself and my roommates yesterday, and today I jumped right in.

“Forget it. Let’s get started.”

As he spoke, Wei Chengyang picked up the milk tea and moved it to his left, as if intending to hand it over. Lan Zhen, having had milk tea with him before, knew he didn’t like sweet things. Thinking the tea was for him, he immediately reached out to take it.

Unexpectedly, the milk tea took a turn in mid-air and returned to its original spot.

Seeing the look of utter disbelief in Lan Zhen’s eyes, a slight curve appeared at the corner of Wei Chengyang’s mouth. He said calmly, “You can have it later.”

There was no “later”—it was just a trick for children. The milk tea was already cold; drinking it first thing in the morning wouldn’t be good for the body.

Lan Zhen didn’t think much of it, assuming Wei Chengyang was using the milk tea as motivation. Even if it seemed a bit mean, it was “for his own good.” The milk tea was destined for his stomach eventually, so waiting a bit didn’t matter.

Their initial interaction was pleasant enough, but soon, other emotions appeared on Wei Chengyang’s usually calm face. Chief among them were bewilderment and self-doubt.

He couldn’t understand how someone could understand absolutely nothing, nor how he could fail to teach him anything. It felt as if the two of them were moving in opposite directions, with no chance of ever intersecting.

Seeing him sigh, Lan Zhen felt a bit guilty.

Though he had gotten ten out of ten questions wrong—even failing the “gimme” questions due to nervousness later on—it wasn’t his fault! It was the fault of this cold, heartless world!

Why on earth does a system that has been working for years have to study here?! This is unscientific!

“What kind of trick are you trying to pull now? Just say it.”

Wei Chengyang was truly helpless. No matter how he looked at it, this felt like a prelude to the little bully playing a prank. How could someone be Rank One just a few days ago but now fail even the first three multiple-choice questions?

In his mind, the little bully must be using this as an excuse to find fault with him. That would explain why he wanted to study together in the first place—it all made sense now.