The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The blue and white school uniform on the youth in front of him was likely already the smallest size, yet it still appeared somewhat oversized on him, making his figure look thin and delicate. A light breeze brushed the stray hairs near his ears, lifting them slightly until they touched his long, distinct eyelashes.

Those lashes fluttered twice, like butterflies resting on his eyes before taking flight. The rounded corners of his eyes trembled, and a faint red flush quickly bloomed there.

Even more captivating than that flush was the way the youth lightly pursed his lips; the small, full labial tubercle was pressed into a vivid crimson, looking very much like plum blossoms blooming in the snow—a striking dot of red set against a snow-white face.

To think such a person is a school bully.

Pei Ran swept a shallow glance over him and quickly looked away, wondering what kind of rules could allow someone who looked so frail to become a bully.

Lan Zhen led Pei Ran around the campus for a loop. He claimed to be introducing the school, but in reality, the original owner of this body always had lackeys following him wherever he went. In the worst-case scenario, he would just pick someone to use as a “mount,” so he never needed to learn the way himself and naturally knew nothing about the school’s layout.

Having led Pei Ran to the dormitory building for the third time, he could only muddle through with a messy, vague explanation.

Pei Ran had no desire to walk circles around the school with someone in a dungeon like a young couple on a stroll. Seeing several players who had entered the dungeon with him winking and gesturing, he found a random excuse to leave and regroup with them.

“Find any useful clues?” As fellow players, he didn’t even grant them much of a gaze, asking the question casually.

“We looked around and found that it’s probably easier to start with that pretty ‘sister’ over there.” One player pointed in the direction Lan Zhen had left, signaling for him to look.

Wherever Lan Zhen went, the crowds were either flattering him or moving like the wind, desperate to vanish from his sight.

“The ‘sister’ seems to like you quite a bit. Why not make a sacrifice?” The other players teased and joked. If it were them, they would have pounced long ago; there would be no need for hesitation.

“Too bad she doesn’t think much of us. Her taste is this,” the speaker said, holding up a thumb.

“Not interested.” Pei Ran looked down at them with a cold face. Seeing that Lan Zhen had completely disappeared from view, he turned and walked away.

The player who had just held up his thumb cursed under his breath after Pei Ran turned his back. “Who does he think he is? Just because people call him ‘God Pei,’ he really thinks he’s a god.”

His gaze swept over the other players, hoping for someone to agree, but the others were indifferent and even seemed eager to distance themselves from him.

“If God Pei isn’t willing to go, how about we go?” another player suggested. “The ‘sister’ looks weak. If we strike when no one is around, it’ll be easy to squeeze out the information we want.”

The idea was sound. Everyone nodded in agreement, unanimously deciding that now was the best time to act.

Lan Zhen had no idea that in the eyes of the players, he was already associated with the words “weak and easy to bully.” He was currently disoriented, trying to find his way back to the classroom.

Although it was after school, he had left his backpack in the classroom to lighten his load while accompanying the new student. His homework for the day was stuffed inside, and he had to retrieve it before going back to the dorm.

He hadn’t expected First High School to be this massive; he had been wandering for ages and still hadn’t found the right path.

It really would be better to find a classmate and ask for directions…

Lan Zhen hesitated for a long while. Just as he summoned the courage to ask, a student with a disheveled uniform and several footprints on his collar ran toward him, face covered in tears.

“Classmate, are you okay?” Seeing the person stop in front of him, Lan Zhen pulled out a tissue he always kept in his pocket, intending to hand it over.

“Just how long do you intend to keep up this hypocrisy?” The youth grabbed Lan Zhen’s collar, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His build wasn’t particularly large, but the strength he used nearly lifted Lan Zhen off the ground.

Even though it was Lan Zhen being choked by the collar, the youth’s face began to turn purple. He gasped for air with his mouth wide open, looking like a fish out of water as oxygen slowly left his body.

By now, other students had noticed something was wrong and rushed over to intervene, trying to pry the youth’s hands off the collar. Despite this, he wouldn’t let go, struggling to force out every word: “You… will… not… die… well.”

The last word was barely a whisper. A few seconds later, the youth seemed to see something, and the agony and madness on his face instantly turned into sheer terror.

Before Lan Zhen could see what was happening, the youth’s head simply exploded. Blood splattered all over him and the nearby students.

The grip on his collar vanished. The youth’s body fell straight down. Large patches of mosaic pixelation quickly appeared before his eyes, but it didn’t stop Lan Zhen from seeing the blood spread beneath the body, pooling into a gruesome puddle.

“What bad luck. I’ll have to wash my clothes again.”

The voices around him held many emotions—disgust, dissatisfaction—but lacked the one they should have had: fear.

Lan Zhen stood frozen, his pupils dilating. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and a warm liquid slowly trickled down his smooth, pale face.

His gaze drifted downward. The sight of the vivid red overwhelmed his mind. His eyes turned red, his body trembled slightly, and his face was so pale he looked as though he might faint at any moment.

A living life, gone just like that.

In the moment the youth fell, Lan Zhen found one of the few memories the original owner had of him. To the original Lan Zhen, it was an insignificant trifle; if he hadn’t searched for it specifically, he might never have remembered.

The boy’s grades hadn’t been bad—usually in the middle of the pack, sometimes even hitting the top tier. Because no one could be sure their own rank wouldn’t be overtaken, grade-based bullying in the school had generally been conservative. The boy rarely bullied others and was rarely bullied himself.

Until one day, the original owner got bored and randomly pointed at someone, wanting to play a game of “salvation.”

Since the chosen boy didn’t need saving, Lan Zhen had his lackeys bully him first. He waited until the boy was on the verge of a breakdown before appearing in a “perfect” manner.

Good grades, beautiful, and gentle.

The boy fell for it immediately, believing Lan Zhen was an angel with a kind heart who managed to stay pure in such a garbage school.

But games always get boring. With a few casual words, the original owner cast the boy from heaven into hell, making he the laughingstock of the school and establishing his own status as a bully.

The lackeys had even rifled through the boy’s bag and desk, finding a hidden love letter. From then on, the “joke” turned into endless contempt that followed the boy’s school life.

His mental state suffered. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t stop his grades from plummeting, eventually becoming the bottom tier of the school—humiliated at every moment.

Until today, when he finally snapped—and was erased by the school rules.

Understanding the cause and effect, Lan Zhen’s already weak legs lost all strength. He collapsed onto the ground, his knees and shins hitting the hard concrete, kicking up dust. The friction of his skin against the ground sparked a searing pain.

A bit of dust stained his cheek. With red-rimmed eyes, he looked incredibly fragile and pitiful lying there.

Even his voice was thin and weak.

[System, why don’t I have any memories regarding the school rule punishments?]

370’s habitually cold voice softened slightly. [Anything related to bloody violence is automatically censored with mosaics for you.]

Which meant every punishment from the school rules involved blood and violence.

No wonder people endured bullying rather than dare to violate the rules.

Truly a world linked to Infinite Games. What kind of man-eating place was this school?

“Lan Zhen, are you okay?” Seeing him kneeling on the ground, a kind-hearted classmate rushed over to help him up. After meeting Lan Zhen’s eyes, the student’s cheeks flushed slightly.

He was likely one of those in the school who wasn’t afraid of Lan Zhen, but rather supported him.

His shins were probably scraped and bleeding; standing up sent a wave of numbness and pain through him, making it hard to find his footing. If not for the support, Lan Zhen might have had another “close encounter” with the ground.

The classmate’s help was well-intentioned, but Lan Zhen couldn’t bring himself to feel grateful.

A living person had just died right there, yet this person could still feel shy looking at his face?

“Did you hit yourself?” A strange voice sounded in his ear. Lan Zhen looked up to see a gentle-looking face wearing gold-rimmed glasses. The man frowned and said, “It looks a bit serious. Let’s take you to the infirmary.”

Even while leaning down to help, the man’s posture remained remarkably upright.

His facial features were smooth and perfect, with light hair half-covering his brows. His deep eyes were filled with a peaceful, tranquil aura, and his clear pupils reflected Lan Zhen’s figure, looking so soft it felt as though he might melt.

After staring at this face for a few seconds, Lan Zhen realized this was the other handsome transfer student who had arrived with Pei Ran.

He seemed to be named Xing Shixi, and was very likely the male lead.

“I have to go back to the classroom to get my bag.” Lan Zhen felt his words were a bit ungrateful, his head bowing so low it almost touched the ground.

“I can—”

The original classmate’s words were cut off halfway by Xing Shixi.

“I’m new here. Since I just came out of the infirmary, I’m only familiar with that area. Could I trouble you to help student Lan Zhen retrieve his bag?”

Xing Shixi still wore a gentle smile. His words were phrased as a request, yet from the start, he had blocked all of the other person’s exits.

The classmate wanted to say more, but Lan Zhen turned to him and said, “Then I’ll trouble you. You’re such a good person.”

“O-okay.” The classmate left in a daze, the blush on his face deepening.

The smile on Xing Shixi’s face grew even warmer as he looked at Lan Zhen.

Perhaps because it was dinner time, the infirmary was open but unstaffed. Xing Shixi first helped Lan Zhen onto a bed in the infirmary, then pulled a bottle of iodophor from a nearby cabinet.

The way he navigated the room suggested he was more familiar with the place than Lan Zhen, who possessed the original owner’s memories.

Actually, the infirmary was one of the few places Lan Zhen had any impression of. Whenever the original owner wanted to skip class, he would come here to rest under the guise of being unwell. So, his memories of the infirmary were more numerous than those of the boy who had just died.

“I just got into a dispute and sustained some minor injuries, so I just came out of the infirmary when I ran into you.” Xing Shixi seemed to guess his confusion, speaking at the perfect moment. “This bottle of iodophor was also just opened. You won’t mind, right?”

Lan Zhen shook his head. He wasn’t a germaphobe.

Xing Shixi held the iodophor and a cotton swab, preparing to hand them over, and asked slowly, “Isn’t Pei Ran with you? I remember you were supposed to show him around. Why are you alone?”

Only then did Lan Zhen realize Xing Shixi was also alone, and he was injured.

“I remember Wei Chengyang was with you. Why are you alone too?”

“It’s nothing.” Xing Shixi’s smile remained, his eyelids drooping slightly to hide his thoughts. Finally, he whispered, “If only you had been the one to lead me. I would have been very obedient.”