The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Lan Zhen reached out to push the person off him. In a daze, Xu Gu allowed his face to be pushed to the side.

The sight of snowy-white cheeks filled his vision. Shifting his gaze slightly downward, those plump, rosy lips looked incredibly soft. The small labial tubercle was inconspicuous, yet it made one want to take it into their mouth and lick it.

He had seen it before—when Mo Changfeng kissed Lan Zhen, his entire face flushed a deep, scandalous crimson.

Pinned down and unable to breathe properly, Lan Zhen was forced to part his lips to take small, shallow gasps. Xu Gu seized the opportunity and lunged his head down. He used too much force; while his thin lips made contact, their noses collided as well, causing a stinging pain.

As their lips pressed tightly together, the look of humiliation on Xu Gu’s face—hidden from Lan Zhen’s view—slowly vanished, replaced by a deep, invasive kiss.

Their breaths became a sticky, tangled mess. Xie Mingze froze for a moment, not expecting Xu Gu to use him as a springboard to put on an act in front of Lan Zhen. Even pulling hard on Xu Gu’s hair failed to drag him away; in Lan Zhen’s eyes, it probably looked like Xie Mingze was the one pressing Xu Gu’s head down.

Truly a dog that knows how to find an opportunity. The moment he smells a scrap of meat, he pounces.

Thinking about how he had inadvertently played matchmaker for someone else, Xie Mingze’s face turned extremely grim.

Xu Gu started by sucking and biting those soft lips. The friction made the lip flesh sting, and a faint pink halo appeared around Lan Zhen’s mouth. His dark eyelashes trembled incessantly.

The tongue drove straight in, accompanied by the thick, squelching sound of saliva. The surrounding crowd, which had been rowdy just moments ago, suddenly went silent, making the wet sounds seem exceptionally distinct.

Moisture seeped from beneath their lips. Lan Zhen felt his mouth go numb and sore—it was agonizing. Yet Xu Gu continued to suckle his tongue heavily and urgently, twisting and turning in pursuit of a more intense entanglement.

Dazed by the kiss, Lan Zhen’s fingers pulled at the other’s short hair. Scorching breath traveled from his nose to his brain, leaving him too woozy to know how to react. His heartbeat was deafening, but because they were pressed so closely together, he couldn’t tell whose heart was racing so violently.

His pale face was a flush of pink, and ambiguous wet trails remained on his chin, which were soon licked clean by someone else.

The surrounding circle of hot-blooded high school boys watched with flushed faces, unable to react for a long time. The “Redhead” had lit another cigarette at some point; the sparks were about to burn his hand, but he didn’t notice. Instead, his pupils shrank as he stared fixedly at those slender, white fingers buried in the black hair.

The little school bully, being licked and bitten, probably had a sore mouth and an aching nose. Tears were on the verge of falling as he was pinned to the bed and kissed repeatedly by this “mad dog.”

Lan Zhen breathed in small, shallow gasps. Xu Gu propped himself up to look at the people around them who had intended to take revenge. They all looked dazed now, staring blankly at Lan Zhen, God knows what they were fantasizing about.

Perhaps when they went back tonight, the scene would replay in their minds on a loop, and the next morning they would sneak into the bathroom to hide the evidence from their roommates.

Lan Zhen didn’t even know how he got off that bed. Someone seemed to have pulled him up, but his mind was still foggy. His hair and clothes were a mess.

“What… are you doing on my bed?”

A familiar voice came from the doorway. In this situation, hearing that voice was scarier than being caught in bed during an affair. Lan Zhen shivered and curled up behind Xu Gu, not daring to look toward the door.

Mo Changfeng looked quite disheveled himself—his school uniform was covered in dust, and several places were torn—but none of that compared to how terrible his expression was.

“Forget it for today.” Xie Mingze frowned, his expression flat. “Xu Gu, we’ll settle today’s debt another time.”

Weren’t they supposed to be coming for me? Why did it suddenly become Xu Gu’s problem? Lan Zhen was bewildered.

As he led his group away, Xie Mingze scanned Mo Changfeng from head to toe. Finally, he patted the man’s shoulder with an ambiguous smile. Mo Changfeng said nothing, simply stepping aside to let them through.

No matter how strong one is, fighting a dozen peers of similar build is a losing battle. Xu Gu didn’t question Mo Changfeng’s decision to let them go, but he was still dissatisfied.

Mo Changfeng looked at the messy bed. Lan Zhen sat huddled there, a large patch of pink blurred around his lips, forming a fuzzy boundary against his white skin. It was clear how much force Xu Gu had used; the lips were still swollen, and even a few teeth marks were visible. The plump labial tubercle was wet and swollen, looking completely different from his usual shy self—as if it had been taken into someone’s mouth and sucked thoroughly.

Mo Changfeng touched the soft flesh of Lan Zhen’s face, his thumb creating a small dimple in the charming cheek. The thin callouses on his fingertips made Lan Zhen’s skin itch, causing his eyelashes to flutter. Even though the boy wasn’t doing anything, it was impossible to look away.

Mo Changfeng leaned in, circling him loosely while sniffing from his neck downwards. He caught the scent of others, but beneath that, he could still sense the sweet fragrance of Lan Zhen’s skin.

Lan Zhen lowered his head and pushed him away, not understanding where this habit of sniffing everything came from.

Being pushed away, Mo Changfeng turned and threw a punch at Xu Gu. The fist cut through the air with a sharp whistle, followed by a muffled groan.

“You got what you wanted and you’re still acting like this? Seeing your face makes me sick.”

His words were harsh, but Xu Gu wasn’t one to take it lying down. Wiping the wound on his face, the two were soon locked in a brawl.

“Stop it! Both of you, stop!” Lan Zhen tried to intervene, only to be grabbed by the back of his neck by the two of them and moved to the side.

They were fighting intensely. Lan Zhen shrank back, unsure of how to handle such a scene. He recalled a similar scenario from a TV drama he recently watched.

His eyes lit up as he remembered the plot. The female lead would scream “Stop fighting!” and rush into the fray, and the two fighters would stop.

No, no, that obviously won’t work on these two. I just tried. He had to think of something else.

What was the other trope…

A sudden faint! They would get worried and rush over to see what happened, and then they’d naturally stop fighting.

This seemed more reliable. Lan Zhen nodded. Finally, he asked for 370’s opinion: [370, do you think if I fall down right now, they’ll stop?]

[Not necessarily,] 370 said bluntly. [But if you don’t act, they’ll probably fight to the death.]

That serious?!

After making sure he would land on a nearby bed, Lan Zhen closed both eyes and fell straight down.

The two fighters both reacted, reaching out to catch him. The result: each grabbed one of his arms, leaving him dangling in mid-air. The atmosphere in the dorm returned to a stalemate.

Fearing his “faint” would be exposed, Lan Zhen didn’t dare open his eyes, but having his arms pulled by two people didn’t feel great. He shifted slightly to get more comfortable.

Hm, I only moved a tiny bit. They shouldn’t notice, right?

Mo Changfeng used his free hand to rub his brow, letting out a heavy breath from his heaving chest. “Fine. I’m leaving.”

With that, he grabbed a spare uniform from the closet and stormed out, slamming the door with a loud BANG. The vibration was so strong the ceiling lamp shook, dislodging years of dust.

A draft of cold air blew in from the door. Due to the earlier “exercise,” a thin layer of sweat had broken out on Lan Zhen’s skin; feeling the wind, he shivered.

Xu Gu lifted him onto the bed, staring fixedly at the still-trembling eyelashes. His gaze gradually warmed as he whispered, “Sleep. Don’t worry.”

How can I sleep with someone staring at me like that? Far from falling asleep, Lan Zhen became even more nervous, his eyelids squeezed shut so hard they started to ache. Seeing this, Xu Gu didn’t say more; he also grabbed his clothes and walked out.

Hearing the door close, Lan Zhen sat up like a shot, the quilt sliding off him. [370, they aren’t planning to fight outside, are they?]

[No, they went in different directions.] After answering, 370 hesitated for a long time before reminding him: [It’s late. Rest soon. Remember to wash up.]

His face was covered in traces of tears and saliva, and his lips were so swollen they wouldn’t recover anytime soon. Yet, he still wore that innocent expression. The little system that had just taken human form had no idea how “wicked” the previous events were; instead, he was still worrying about those stinking men fighting.

It would be best if they beat each other to a pulp and never came back.

370 used its meager power to bring a basin of water and a wet towel, gently wiping Lan Zhen’s small face. Lan Zhen obediently leaned into the towel, offering his right cheek after the left was done, and thanked the system in a soft voice.

He was simply too adorable. 370 felt an increasing urge to speed up the progress of this world—it couldn’t let its succulent little cabbage be rooted up by pigs like this.

Scorching sunlight pierced through the clouds, and heat waves rolled through the air. Many high schoolers, having stayed up all night because of the rankings, dragged their exhausted bodies into the teaching building.

To avoid the peak hour, Lan Zhen walked very slowly, only reaching the classroom right before class started. Even so, he encountered many classmates. Surprisingly, the mob that had been chasing him for revenge yesterday was nowhere to be seen. They only glanced over briefly and then immediately looked away.

It was as if his rank were still number one and everything before was just a fantasy. Lan Zhen touched his still-aching lips and dismissed that thought. My lips were so swollen this morning; I couldn’t have bitten them myself in my sleep.

Then why has everyone’s attitude changed again?

With confusion, he opened the long-neglected school forum. The trending posts were all about him.

[High-res beautiful photos of the School Bully, enter quickly if you want them~ hot]

Lan Zhen glanced at it. He thought the title was a ruse, but clicking in, it really was full of photos of him—all taken after he had crossed over. Photos of him drinking milk tea, spacing out during extracurriculars, even sleeping in class. The images were so clear he could almost see the transparent traces of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

So embarrassing! These people must be trying to shame me to death. He closed the post with a red face after seeing a few.

[The new Rank One, Wei Chengyang, has spoken. Don’t cross him.]

This thread was also very high. Lan Zhen clicked in and immediately understood the weird behavior of his classmates.

[The Boss said to leave Lan Zhen to him. Don’t cross him on day one. You can deal with things privately later!! (Forward this to others)]

What does “leave him to him” mean…

Lan Zhen reached the classroom door and slowly retracted his foot. Can I really still attend school here?

Surprisingly, nothing happened all morning. It was as peaceful as usual. Recalling the forum rumors, Lan Zhen occasionally glanced toward Wei Chengyang’s seat. He could only see the man’s back and couldn’t guess what he was thinking.

Were the forum posts just lies?

Amidst his doubts, time flew by, and it was soon time for his most hated class: Swimming.

Even though the school pool was cleaned and the water changed regularly, Lan Zhen found being submerged in water very uncomfortable, as if his “machinery” would short-circuit. Even though he attended in human form, the awkwardness didn’t fade.

His classmates had already changed and entered the water. Lan Zhen finally finished his mental preparation. When he entered the locker room, it was almost empty. He opened the locker with his name on it and pulled out the swimwear inside.

The moment he picked it up, something felt wrong. The male swimwear at the school was usually simple trunks; the fabric in his hand felt like there was much more of it.

He spread it out. The trunks had been replaced by a tight, one-piece swimsuit with two thin straps—a girl’s school mizugi.

Lan Zhen wasn’t conservative, but he absolutely could not accept this. He only had to think about wearing it to feel humiliated. Someone must have swapped it while he wasn’t there to see him make a fool of himself.

He rolled the swimsuit into a mess. Just as he was about to stuff it back, an arm reached past him and snatched the swimsuit.

“You were planning to wear this to class?” The newcomer looked at the unusual swimsuit and raised an eyebrow.

Lan Zhen followed the arm. Standing on the other side was Wei Chengyang, already changed and leaning against a locker, his gaze shifting between Lan Zhen and the mizugi.

“It would probably look very good,” he commented.

Lan Zhen’s head went “vroom.” He forgot what he was going to say. After a long daze, he asked in a small, trembling voice, “Did you swap my clothes?”

Wei Chengyang understood, but he deliberately replied, “I can’t wear your clothes. The size is different; it would be uncomfortably tight.”

What ‘different size’? What ‘uncomfortably tight’? Lan Zhen instinctively felt he wasn’t talking about body build, but rather that part of a high school boy.

[High schoolers these days are truly scandalous. They say anything. Don’t they know anything about self-respect!] Lan Zhen gnashed his teeth in his mind, looking as if he wanted to give Wei Chengyang a big slap.

Wei Chengyang probably didn’t expect that he—someone who hadn’t cared about carnal desires for eighteen years and was completely “self-respecting”—would be labeled like this. But to any onlooker, his current behavior of skillfully teasing a boy was a far cry from his former self.

370 replied: [Calm down. Focus on the task.]

What task? My stolen clothes or the new swimsuit I’m about to wear?

Lan Zhen’s face turned beet red. He looked at the swimsuit and said urgently, “You know that’s not what I meant. Did you or did you not swap my swimsuit for a school mizugi?”

Seeing that he had genuinely riled the boy up, Wei Chengyang replied smoothly, “No.”

“Oh, it wasn’t you.” Lan Zhen blinked his big eyes blankly. “Sorry.”

Wei Chengyang: “?”

He didn’t know whether to call Lan Zhen good-tempered or just stupid. He believed whatever people said; two simple words were enough to dispel his suspicion. The swimsuit had been swapped, and he just happened to be there—his previous words could easily be seen as harassment. He thought that even if Lan Zhen was a cute boy, he would at least get a little angry or insist that Wei Chengyang was the culprit.

If he were smarter, he might have tried to guess Wei Chengyang’s intentions and paid a small price to get help finding the culprit or to get out of the class. Instead, he just let it go, leaving no room for Wei Chengyang’s “wicked” schemes to play out.

“Then what do I do now?” The only suspect was gone. Lan Zhen stared at Wei Chengyang, unable to figure out the next step. He couldn’t actually wear the mizugi to class.

Wei Chengyang imagined the scene: the blue-black swimsuit passing between those thighs, wrapping tightly around that slender waist and those white-and-pink areas. Lan Zhen’s legs were thin and white, but his thighs had plenty of soft flesh; wearing a mizugi would definitely create a bulging curve at the edges. Anyone who saw those lines would be stunned; a casual touch would sink a finger into the soft meat.

It would be beautiful. It would be great if he could wear it just for him in the future. But with so many people in class now, it was better not to.

Despite his thoughts, a trace of regret appeared on Wei Chengyang’s face, as if he had missed a state banquet that was within his reach. He coughed twice, his tone sounding a bit helpless. “I can tell the teacher you’re unwell and that you’ll skip this class.”

“Really?” Hearing the offer of help, Lan Zhen was still hesitant. He bit his lip and muttered, “You didn’t have this attitude yesterday.”

“It’s not free, of course.” Seeing Lan Zhen’s “I knew it” expression, Wei Chengyang smiled. “Kiss me. One kiss for one request. It’s fair.”

Lan Zhen: “…?”

It sounds quite simple. As long as it’s not like Xu Gu’s biting and sucking, a simple press of the lips shouldn’t be uncomfortable. I can do it many times—wouldn’t Wei Chengyang be at a disadvantage?

His impression of Wei Chengyang instantly flipped from a vengeful top student to a kiss-obsessed “sucker.”

370, hearing his thoughts: …

How on earth am I supposed to make this little fool realize he’s being taken advantage of?

Lan Zhen didn’t hesitate. He stood on his tiptoes and gave Wei Chengyang a kiss. The warm lips touched him and left before he could truly feel them, leaving only a faint scent in his breath. Even for an instant, he could feel how soft it was. The whole person was fragrant. If he were to force those lips open and suckle the wet tongue, it would surely be intoxicating.

He was too well-behaved. From this action alone, it was clear he was a pure boy who hadn’t even kissed properly before; that was why he was being led around by the nose.

Wei Chengyang was in a great mood. He didn’t dwell on the fact that it wasn’t a French kiss; he could always demand a make-up later.

After pulling back, Lan Zhen hesitated for a minute, then said timidly, “If I kiss you again, can I make another request?”

“Just a tiny request.” He put his index finger to his lips, his eyelashes fluttering.

Wei Chengyang was instantly infatuated by his pure look. The scene he imagined—of himself holding a fishing rod and slowly reeling in the silly fish—hadn’t even happened, yet he already wanted to dump all the bait into the water to let the beautiful fish have a feast.

He crumpled the mizugi in his hand. His expression was calm, but his voice was cold as he said to the hopeful Lan Zhen, “Yes. As many requests as you want.”

Lan Zhen didn’t say a word and went in for another “press,” but he wasn’t fast enough this time. His head was held in place as the kiss was deepened.

His lips were ground and rubbed repeatedly, and the air he breathed was filled with a scorching heat. Wei Chengyang’s technique was better than the others; Lan Zhen lost all his strength instantly, his legs going soft as he hung onto the man. His wet tongue was pulled and stirred, and sweet saliva flowed out, dampening both their chins.

During the kiss, Lan Zhen ran out of breath again. He pushed the other away forcefully. He could feel the silver strand of saliva as they separated, and he leaned against the locker, panting in shame and anger.

With every breath, the strange fragrance lingered by Wei Chengyang’s face. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He felt a numbness from the back of his head down to his neck, and his heart felt as if tiny ants were crawling over it—light but itchy.

The high school boy was kissing like this for the first time. His previous thoughts that carnal desires were redundant vanished into the wind; he wanted nothing more than to entangle him again, thrust his tongue back in, and keep rubbing their lips together.

Once Lan Zhen had recovered, he straightened up. His eyes were large and bright, nearly making Wei Chengyang lose control again. In this state, even if Lan Zhen asked for the stars, he would find a way to get them.

“Can you help me check on some information about Xie Ningqing?”

Wei Chengyang’s expression shifted. He found it a bit absurd. In such a good atmosphere, Lan Zhen wanted him to look up a name that sounded like a man. He thought such a weak person’s first reaction would be to seek protection and then use that protection to act like a bully again.

“Okay.” Not wanting Lan Zhen to think he was a man who broke his word, Wei Chengyang agreed. He looked at the ruined swimsuit in his hand and added, “I’ll look into the person who swapped your clothes too. Don’t worry.”

Lan Zhen nodded, still unable to believe he was so easy to talk to. He’s even helping me find the culprit. What a good person. I misunderstood him before.

Wei Chengyang was also adept at handling the teacher, getting Lan Zhen out of the class with just a few words.

Lan Zhen himself wandered around outside. Since it was class time, there were few people in the school, and he finally didn’t have to walk around in fear of others.

But “blessings never come in pairs, and disasters never come alone.” Before he could enjoy himself for long, he saw the head teacher coming toward him. From the sudden change in the man’s expression, it was clear he had been seen.

Nie Liang waved from a distance. Lan Zhen had no choice but to shuffle over.

“Am I that scary?” Nie Liang asked casually, not expecting an answer. He continued, “It’s class time. Why are you wandering out here?”

Lan Zhen was intimidated by those eyes that seemed to see through everything. He didn’t dare look up, stammering for a long time about being on sick leave.

“You don’t look sick to me.”

The lie was exposed without hesitation. Lan Zhen began looking for a crack in the ground to crawl into. Why do I get caught by the head teacher every time?

Nie Liang flipped through the files in his hand. Seeing that Lan Zhen was acting like an ostrich, he sighed. “You’ve used your sick leave. Remember to work hard for the next exam, or even I won’t be able to help you.”

There probably won’t be a next time. I can’t take another day of this; I have to finish the mission immediately.

While arguing in his mind, Lan Zhen just nodded vaguely. The sound of flipping pages reached his ears, and he dared to look up. With a bit of awkwardness and nervousness, he stole a glance at the file.

“Is something the matter?” Nie Liang keenly sensed his intentions.

Lan Zhen jumped, nearly leaping into the air. His eyelashes fluttered, his voice trembled, and he bit his lip as he stammered, “Teacher… do you know someone named Xie Ningqing?”