The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Ding-ding.”

The urgent school bell rang. Mo Changfeng’s hold loosened slightly, and Lan Zhen seized the opportunity to struggle. After a few clumsy attempts, he was grabbed by both arms and pressed back against the cold stone tiles.

Lan Zhen wasn’t very strong, but his movements were frantic, pulling his school uniform into a disheveled mess. His skin, a translucent white flushed with pink, was almost dazzlingly bright—looking soft and delicate to the touch—while his collarbone glowed a faint rose.

The scent became increasingly overpowering. Strands of hair clung damply to his cheeks, and a few drops of sweat trickled down his face into the depths of his uniform, tempting one to lean in and lick the moisture clean.

Mo Changfeng froze. In that single moment of hesitation, Lan Zhen caught him off guard, leaning forward to bite down hard on his shoulder.

A metallic taste of blood filled Lan Zhen’s mouth, and the grip on his wrists finally slackened. He immediately scrambled away, pushing the tall figure back and bolting out the door.

Mo Changfeng didn’t try to stop him. He unhurriedly stroked the wound on his shoulder.

Any slower and it might have healed already. He’s so delicate—even his bite lacks any real force.

Like a foul-tempered little wildcat, Lan Zhen was likely gloating over his victory, unaware that his “owner” had simply been momentarily dazed by his beauty.

The familiar curve returned to Mo Changfeng’s lips as his gaze drifted to the crumpled school jacket left behind on the sink.

He picked it up and slowly held it beneath his nose.

As expected, it smells sweet too.

Lan Zhen burst into the classroom four or five minutes after the bell had rung. Coupled with his disheveled appearance, the impeccably dressed teacher at the podium didn’t hesitate to order him into the hallway to stand as punishment.

The teacher’s attitude was polite enough, and Lan Zhen, knowing he was in the wrong, stood in the corridor with his head bowed, staring at the floor as if trying to memorize the pattern.

[System, am I really useless?]

370 raised a non-existent eyebrow. It hadn’t expected him to ask that so suddenly. It thought he would just whimper and complain about how awful that pervert was.

[You should have stopped him more firmly,] 370 said, avoiding a direct answer to his self-doubt.

[How could I stop him? One of his punches could take out several of me!]

Lan Zhen squeezed his own arm. His relaxed flesh was soft; the lines were graceful, but to anyone else, he looked like a typical high schooler who couldn’t lift a heavy bag, let alone a fight.

He was the total opposite of Mo Changfeng’s towering, muscular build.

370: […]

Why does he always think people are going to hit him? Was his past that miserable?

The image of a “poor little thing” was becoming quite vivid. Thinking this, 370’s electronic voice softened a fraction.

[You are rank one. He is not supposed to resist you.]

Who knew that with such a massive advantage, this little guy could still be bullied to this extent?

Lan Zhen shifted his aching legs. The words he was about to say took a sharp turn: [Why didn’t you say so earlier!]

370: [?] So now it’s my fault?

Lan Zhen unilaterally entered a cold war with the system, distractedly picking at his fingers, counting the minutes until class ended and wondering how he would survive the days to come.

Amidst his boredom, another shadow appeared beside him. He turned to see Mo Changfeng and immediately whipped his head back.

This guy is like a ghost that won’t leave.

“I was late too, so of course I have to stand. Surprised?” Although he couldn’t see Lan Zhen’s face, Mo Changfeng felt the boy must be looking at him with disdain.

Mo Changfeng was much taller than Lan Zhen, so he always viewed him from a high angle.

The boy’s face was tiny. The redness around his eyes had faded to a light pink, making him look devastatingly charming and pitiable.

“Don’t talk to me.” Lan Zhen endured it for a moment before looking up to glare at him. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be out here.”

He was genuinely angry. They had no connection; even if he were a bully, it had nothing to do with Mo Changfeng. Why did he keep looking for trouble?

“Be quiet while standing.” A man with a cold expression and an elegant bearing stepped out of the room—it was the teacher who had just sent Lan Zhen out.

Being a “well-behaved idiot,” Lan Zhen had an innate fear of teachers. At the sight of the man, he timidly shrank behind Mo Changfeng, his rounded eyes downcast. He felt a secret sense of relief that this guy was tall enough to hide him completely.

He completely forgot that he had been angry two minutes ago.

“Several transfer students are arriving soon. Standing here reflects poorly on the school. Go back inside and sit down.”

The teacher’s voice was as smooth as jade, yet Lan Zhen detected a hint of coldness. He felt the teacher’s gaze sweep over them.

He’s going to remember us and report us to the homeroom teacher later, isn’t he?

Lan Zhen felt a bit scared.

Back at his seat, his lackeys crowded around while the teacher was distracted, whispering frantically. Most were praising him for being impressive—skipping the homeroom teacher’s class without getting into real trouble. As expected of the rank one, they wouldn’t dare.

So the teacher just now was the homeroom teacher.

Lan Zhen’s palms began to sweat. He felt more and more that school life was impossible. First, he offended a high-achiever who looked dangerous; then came a pervert who liked to pick on him; and now he had made a bad impression on his homeroom teacher.

[Once you complete the mission, you can leave,] the 370 system consoled him at the right moment.

Lan Zhen’s eyes lit up.

The teacher had mentioned transfer students. Surely the male lead would be among them. Once he figured out who the lead was, he’d be one step closer to finishing the mission.

Nie Liang, the homeroom teacher, was very dissatisfied with the school forcing six transfer students into his class, but he said nothing, leading them in and telling them to introduce themselves.

“Not the one on the far left… probably not the one on the far right either.” Lan Zhen began picking through the lineup, quickly eliminating two.

He paused for a few beats, then coughed twice. Seeing no reaction, he said reluctantly: [370, why aren’t you asking me why I eliminated them?]

370 felt like it was coaxing a child.

[Why did you eliminate them?]

[Because they aren’t good-looking! The male lead has to be really handsome, like those two in the middle,] Lan Zhen stated matter-of-factly.

The introductions soon reached the two handsome guys Lan Zhen had approved of. He watched with such focus that, in Mo Changfeng’s words, his eyes were practically shooting flames.

What’s so great about those two posers? Mo Changfeng scribbled on the desk with a pen, showing his disdain for the newcomers.

When the first handsome student walked to the podium to write his name, Lan Zhen craned his neck. To any observer, he looked intensely interested in the transfer students, but only Lan Zhen knew it was because he was seeing something magical.

There was a small blue box next to the transfer student, with many words floating across it. Based on his limited life experience, it looked a bit like a “bullet screen” (danmu) from a livestream.

[There’s a little beauty in the third row staring at God Pei. Feels like another case of the ‘Goddess is interested but the King is cold.’ Hope God Pei is gentler this time.]

[I’m willing! I’m willing! I thought this dungeon would be all blood and violence, but a pretty ‘sister’ appears right at the start.]

[The person above needs an eye exam. What ‘sister’? That’s clearly a cute boy. How is he grown like that? Like he’s made of water. I wonder if he’d leak if you poked him.]

Lan Zhen felt a bit embarrassed after reading for a while. These bullet-screen messages all seemed to be about him.

[370, they’re calling me pretty!]

He couldn’t help but share it with the system. Having received so much praise for the first time, a faint blush spread across the youth’s cheeks, making his skin feel slightly hot to the touch. It made him look even more pure and ethereal, causing the bullet screen to scroll even more frantically.

370: [Mm.] So you aren’t angry about being called a ‘pretty sister’ now.

The screen kept scrolling. Lan Zhen was sure he wasn’t seeing things, but how could he explain why this thing was following the transfer student? It seemed impressive but was very hard to understand.

As Lan Zhen stared at the scrolling screen, his thoughts drifted off somewhere far away.

370 felt even more like an adult looking after a child. The kid didn’t know much about this world, and his train of thought often veered into strange places. It couldn’t praise him, and it couldn’t scold him; it could only guide him slowly, using simple words to explain things so the kid wouldn’t misunderstand.

[You are currently in a dungeon of an Infinite World. They are players of that world, and in their eyes, you are just an ordinary NPC.]

Fearing Lan Zhen wouldn’t understand, it continued: [The bullet screen is generated by a system, too. However, I am higher level than theirs, which is why you can see their messages.]

Lan Zhen had a sudden realization. This world was like a set of nesting dolls, and he and 370 were the biggest doll.

[Then why does only he have a blue box?] Lan Zhen asked.

370: [The others are too low-level. They don’t deserve one.]

Lan Zhen: [Oh.]

That sounds so cruel. Even the system thinks they aren’t worthy.

“Lan Zhen, show Pei Ran around for the next few days. Help him get familiar with the campus as soon as possible,” the homeroom teacher said.

Even though the bullet screen around this player named Pei Ran was full of praise for him, Lan Zhen felt a bit timid.

This guy looked too fierce. His face was like a sheet of frost. Although his voice was deep and pleasant, every word seemed to carry a chill. Lan Zhen felt a shiver run through him just listening, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar—let alone having to spend time with him.

Why call him Pei Ran? He should be called Pei Ice-Block.

Lan Zhen peeked upward cautiously. Seeing that “Pei Ice-Block” was also looking at him, he quickly retracted his gaze and nodded fast.

It was normal for a good student to show a newcomer around. He didn’t have a reason to refuse. Besides, being close would make it easier to figure out who the protagonist was and speed up the plot.

[Oh my god, he really looks like a sleek, well-groomed cat. So cute. Let Mommy pet you.]

[Lan Zhen, that ‘tyrannical and arrogant school bully’ from the dungeon intro, looks like this little poor thing?]

[How is he supposed to bully anyone? It’d be a miracle if he isn’t the one pinned down and messed with! No wonder he’s rank one; if I were his classmate, I’d spend all day thinking of ways to mess with him—who’d have the heart to study?]

Pei Ran glanced at the chaotic bullet screen, frowned, and turned it off. Then he looked at Lan Zhen.

He’s just… okay, Pei Ran evaluated.