The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Without giving him time to think further, Mo Changfeng turned around and closed the distance in a few strides, extending his arms to cage Lan Zhen against him.

He was incredibly strong; no matter how hard Lan Zhen struggled, he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, in his haste, Lan Zhen tripped and stumbled.

Seeing Lan Zhen about to fall, Mo Changfeng reached out an arm and scooped him up, slinging him effortlessly over his shoulder. Surprised by the weight on his shoulder, he even gave him a couple of experimental bounces to gauge his heaviness.

Lan Zhen’s abdomen was pinned right against the hard ridge of the man’s shoulder. The repeated pressure made his eyes well up with tears.

Fortunately, this was just an instinctive movement. Once Mo Changfeng realized what he was doing, he immediately placed Lan Zhen down on the sink counter. The blue and white school jacket was padded underneath; while marble is usually cold, Lan Zhen didn’t feel a hint of chill. He merely fidgeted slightly out of habit, bunching the jacket into a wrinkled mess.

Mo Changfeng’s gaze swept over the crumpled uniform. Just as he was about to speak, he froze at the sight before him.

Because the previous posture had been genuinely uncomfortable, Lan Zhen’s eyes were moist, and the rims were flushed red. His once-neat uniform now bore obvious signs of being tugged and pulled. If he walked out like this, anyone unaware would surely think he had encountered something terrible.

Being pinned against the sink in such a position left Lan Zhen with zero sense of security. His lips were pressed tightly together, and the plump, pink labial tubercle in the center was squeezed out of shape—an inexplicably heart-wrenching sight.

There also seemed to be a peculiar scent.

It was like a blend of floral and fruity notes—rich but not overpowering. Even in the middle of a flower garden, one likely wouldn’t find such a sweet atmosphere.

Mo Changfeng leaned down, bringing himself closer to Lan Zhen. The cloyingly sweet scent in his nostrils became clearer, confirming that the smell was emanating from Lan Zhen himself.

Claims he isn’t a little girl, but there’s definitely a little girl living in his heart; otherwise, why would he wear such sugary-sweet perfume?

Luckily, he knew saying that out loud would be crossing a line, so he kept the thought to himself.

Despite this, as Mo Changfeng leaned in and his nose twitched slightly, Lan Zhen began screaming in fear internally.

[System! 370! Waaah, uuuu, he’s actually a pervert, right? This is a restroom! What on earth is he sniffing!]

370 looked at their current position. Mo Changfeng had Lan Zhen cornered in the small nook of the sink area, his body constantly pressing forward into the remaining space. Lan Zhen had no choice but to part his legs to allow the other person room to move forward.

Mo Changfeng’s arms were braced against the counter, his broad frame completely enveloping the smaller boy.

In such an intimate posture, their breaths were practically mingling.

Without context, they truly looked like two little deviants who couldn’t wait and were sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit in the restroom.

To break this awkward scene quickly, Lan Zhen blurted out, “If you want something, just say it.”

“Oh, uh.” Mo Changfeng’s thoughts had been completely lured away by that scent, and he muttered a few vague responses.

This spaced-out look was obvious to anyone. Lan Zhen grit his teeth to pull the topic back. “What right do you have to say I’m not Lan Zhen? If your brain is broken, go see a doctor.”

“Hey! Hey!”

No matter how Lan Zhen shouted, Mo Changfeng looked soul-less, not hearing a single word.

Lan Zhen shifted again on the jacket beneath him. This time the movement was larger, and a patch of his leg pressed against the cold marble. The chill sent a sharp shiver through his entire body.

“It’s cold on here. Can we go somewhere else to talk?”

His tone was pitiful, and his hands fidgeted restlessly with the jacket underneath him. The already wrinkled uniform was now a total disaster.

Mo Changfeng finally seemed to register his words. He stepped back, allowing Lan Zhen to stand on the ground so they could talk in a normal posture.

Lan Zhen awkwardly tugged at the hem of his uniform, unsure of what to do next.

Mo Changfeng: “…”

In truth, he didn’t even know how he had lightheadedly carried the boy down. Coming back to his senses, he saw Lan Zhen still looking aggrieved.

I didn’t really do anything to him, did I? Why does he look so miserable?

Fortunately, he had actually been listening to the previous words, so it wasn’t so awkward that he had nothing to say.

“Acting all timid after bullying people—anyone could tell you’re different from that Lan Zhen.” Mo Changfeng saw how Lan Zhen’s eyelashes were clumped together by tears. He reached out to toy with them, continuing only after Lan Zhen began to resist in annoyance: “Mainly, you look like a total idiot at first glance. Nothing like a rank one student.”

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhen’s face immediately filled with indignation.

Clearly, plenty of people didn’t notice! For example, those lackeys—they definitely didn’t find out!

Realizing Mo Changfeng didn’t actually intend to hit him, Lan Zhen grew bolder. “Fine, you’re the only smart one in the world, Mr. Last Place.”

He hadn’t forgotten Mo Changfeng saying back in the classroom that he was in last place. Even if he wasn’t very bright, Mo Changfeng certainly couldn’t be smart either.

Guessing my identity must have been a lucky shot. It’s just the pot calling the kettle black.

Mo Changfeng was amused by his fearless attitude. Even though the red marks on his face hadn’t faded, his fear had vanished instantly.

Is this animal instinct, or is the Lan Zhen in front of me truly a pure little dummy who doesn’t even know how to hide his emotions?

“I don’t care who you actually are, but you’re quite interesting, so I want you to live a few days longer.” Mo Changfeng picked up the ruined school jacket and continued under Lan Zhen’s confused gaze: “Anyway, you don’t have any lethality.”

As for what he said, Lan Zhen didn’t believe a single word.

What does he mean, let me ‘live a few days longer’? While school rules still exist, is that something the last-place student should say to the first-place student?

Mo Changfeng saw the disbelief. He pulled Lan Zhen to a spot near the window inside the restroom, a strange smile appearing on his face.

“The people who rank last will also receive a punishment.”

He reached out and tilted Lan Zhen’s head to the left, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a fragile doll. He even lightly rubbed the boy’s cheek with his thumb.

Lan Zhen opened his mouth to bite him, but Mo Changfeng easily dodged.

Before he could get angry, the thick black mist outside the window made Lan Zhen realize, belatedly, that there was something wrong with this world.

He finally remembered to ask: [System, isn’t this world a modern campus?]

370: *[…] *

How could such bizarre school rules exist in a normal campus? Besides, it had already reminded him long ago—this was a dungeon in an Infinite World.

The more Lan Zhen thought about it, the sadder he got. [The moment I arrive, it’s such a hard world. You don’t actually want me to clear it at all, do you? Uuuu.]

370 had no choice but to humoringly reply: [No one doesn’t want you to clear it.]

Lan Zhen argued: [Yes, there is.]

370: [.]

Silence. Not only delicate, but has a temper too.

Having “won” the argument with the system, Lan Zhen didn’t have time to be happy before he heard Mo Changfeng say slowly: “Every month, the bottom ten in grades will be swallowed by that black mist.”

Lan Zhen didn’t know if he was joking, but there was a glaring problem in that sentence.

“Then aren’t you going to be swallowed next month?” He stared at Mo Changfeng with wide, disbelieving eyes, trying to see a hint of playfulness or fear.

“As expected, you know nothing.” Mo Changfeng was pleased by his cute expression and intentionally pinched the little face that felt so good to the touch. “You’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have.”

Always talking in riddles without getting to the point. Lan Zhen hated people like this most. He frowned and said, “You probably don’t have a girlfriend.”

The sudden shift in topic stunned Mo Changfeng. He asked, “I don’t. Why?”

Lan Zhen curled his lip as a matter of course. “You only ever say half of what you mean. How could anyone like you?”

When he pouted, a cute little dimple appeared on his cheek. Mo Changfeng poked the dimple, amused, and stopped teasing him. He explained word by word: “Wei Chengyang and I—very few people dare to provoke us. You, on the other hand, managed to provoke both of us in one day.”

[System, he’s definitely lying. Who would be afraid of the guy in last place?]

370: …

When things go wrong, it’s “370”; when things are fine, it’s “System.” Very good.

While he was secretly complaining to the system, Lan Zhen acted very obedient on the surface, nodding submissively and waiting for Mo Changfeng to continue.

Mo Changfeng intended to stop there. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, neither saying a word.

“How did I provoke you?” Lan Zhen suddenly asked. “Clearly, you’ve been the one looking for trouble with me.”

Mo Changfeng thought about it. Actually, that’s true.

But the problem now was: how did the conversation shift this way? His original intention was to warn this “cuckoo” who had snatched the nest not to act recklessly just because he was rank one.

Has this beautiful but truly stupid cuckoo not realized he’s in grave danger?

Mo Changfeng scanned Lan Zhen from head to toe again. Seeing him still looking dazed, he couldn’t help but recall Wei Chengyang’s behavior after returning to the classroom today.

In two class periods, Wei Chengyang had “accidentally” looked back fifteen times in various postures. Every time, his gaze landed near Lan Zhen.

Anyone who knew Wei Chengyang knew he was an out-and-out lunatic. He wouldn’t show a flicker of emotion if a living person died in front of him, and he wouldn’t react if someone cursed him to his face.

His rank of second was enough to grant him countless privileges, yet he only ate simple things that even the school’s stray dogs wouldn’t touch.

Someone in the school had once observed that the food Wei Chengyang consumed was exactly the amount of energy an adult male needed for one day’s activity.

Simply put, he didn’t live like a human; he lived like a machine without desires.

So, when Wei Chengyang paid this much attention to Lan Zhen, Mo Changfeng wasn’t stupid enough to think the idiot in front of him had simply “angered” the other man.

Rather than anger, it was more like he had triggered certain desires in the other.

Mo Changfeng never meddled in other people’s business, but this time he couldn’t help but pull the boy out and try to say something in a roundabout way.

Who would have thought that even after speaking to this extent, this fool still didn’t seem to understand?

“You aren’t trying to use special methods to attract the rank two student, are you?” The smile on Mo Changfeng’s lips grew more teasing. His broad frame forced Lan Zhen into a small corner again, and his lips brushed against the boy’s ear as he whispered.

The hot breath from his nose sprayed entirely onto Lan Zhen’s face. Even though the light in the corner was poor, he could see the jade-white skin instantly turn a deep red, spreading from the face to the neck and then extending downwards, hidden by the loose school uniform.

“Think of a way to get his protection. That way, even if you fall from grace, no one can touch you.” Mo Changfeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He couldn’t help but move closer, his lips almost touching the soft, white earlobe. “And all you have to do is sway your waist a bit in bed; it doesn’t seem like a bad deal.”

Lan Zhen’s eyes widened slightly, not quite understanding how the topic had developed this way. The tips of his ears were completely red with shame, looking as though they were emitting steam.