The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lan Zhen picked up a cotton swab and cautiously lowered his school trousers, preparing to clean his wound.

His skin was naturally pale, making the large patch of blue and purple bruising around his once-pinkish knee joint look particularly alarming. Lan Zhen startled himself; it looked as if he had suffered a truly severe injury.

Looking at the iodophor in front of him, he knew without a doubt that touching the raw skin would hurt intensely.

The cotton swab hovered in mid-air, unable to descend. After a moment’s thought, he lifted the swab slightly higher, staring at Xing Shixi with wide, watery eyes. “Could you help me?” he asked piteously. “I… I can’t bring myself to do it.”

Lan Zhen was sitting on the bed furthest inside the infirmary. When he had prepared to remove his trousers, Xing Shixi had consciously moved to a distance and drawn the white curtain that screened them from the outside.

Xing Shixi froze upon hearing the request, unsure how to react.

He had come here to see if he could get close to an obviously important NPC, and perhaps slip some “eye medicine”—subtle sabotage—against that fellow Pei Ran. He hadn’t expected things to take this turn.

“Is that a no?” Seeing no response, Lan Zhen’s fingers curled slightly. He was actually so embarrassed his toes were curling inside his shoes.

In this situation, it felt like he was acting pathetic toward a classmate he’d just met; no matter how he looked at it, it felt off.

“No, I’d be happy to.” Xing Shixi pulled back the curtain and took the swab. He knelt before the bed, one hand gently steadying Lan Zhen’s calf. “The scrape is quite large. It might hurt, so try not to move.”

From the moment he stepped inside the curtain, his gaze had been fixed on the floor. Only after kneeling did he shift his focus to the injured leg, placing his hand tentatively on a neutral area with a hollow, loose grip.

Among high school boys in a dormitory, walking around shirtless or bare-legged was common. Xing Shixi’s current behavior could be described as gentlemanly, or perhaps excessively cautious. What should have been a non-issue became increasingly tense under his guarded movements.

Lan Zhen wanted to say something to break the strange atmosphere, but he didn’t know what to say. Instead, he looked around with feigned curiosity, pretending not to care.

Aside from the stark white walls, the infirmary only held locked cabinets. After a few glances, he grew bored, and his eyes eventually settled on Xing Shixi.

He wasn’t sure if he was seeing things, but the blue uniform on the man’s shoulder seemed to be turning black.

It was hard to see clearly from his current angle, so Lan Zhen leaned forward to get a better look.

He felt he had only moved a tiny bit, but on Xing Shixi’s end, a strange flush crept across his face. Heat fogged his glasses, and his back muscles tensed to the point of trembling.

Xing Shixi knew his state was abnormal, but he couldn’t control it.

Everything about the “school bully” was soft. Even with a loose grip, he could feel the white, delicate skin yielding beneath his touch.

Then there was that scent—a sweet, almost cloying fragrance that rushed into his nose. He shook his head, but the smell was everywhere, making his temples throb and a thin layer of sweat break out at his hairline.

He was already struggling to maintain his composure when the bully leaned forward. The movement caused the boy’s leg to shift, pressing directly against Xing Shixi’s burning, flushed palm.

Their shoulders were nearly touching. Even through two layers of school uniforms, he could feel the faint warmth of the other’s body.

His usually calm and disciplined mind felt as if it had been flattened by a heavy truck without warning. Despite this, Xing Shixi’s hands remained steady, treating Lan Zhen’s wound with the care one would give a fragile, priceless artifact.

Closing the distance allowed Lan Zhen to finally see that the “black” mark on the blue uniform was actually dried blood. There was a reddish tinge around it, suggesting fresh blood was still seeping out.

He intended to tell Xing Shixi, but when he looked down, he was startled by the sweat pouring off the man’s face. He froze, not daring to move.

Lan Zhen remembered Xing Shixi’s earlier words—that he’d had a “dispute” and just left the infirmary.

So, he was making someone who had just been bullied and was still bleeding from the shoulder apply medicine to him?

Good heavens, he must look like an utter villain in the other’s eyes.

Seeing the gentle hands at work by his leg, Lan Zhen was overwhelmed with guilt. His voice trembled slightly: “Your shoulder…”

Xing Shixi’s mind was still a mess. It took him a long moment to realize that because his body had been so tense, the wound he’d finally stopped from bleeding had cracked open again.

“It’s fine.” He turned his head away under Lan Zhen’s guilt-stricken gaze. “Just a minor injury. Chengyang said it was no big deal.”

He still wore a faint smile, as if describing an utterly mundane event. Watching him, Lan Zhen felt even more strongly that a good person like Xing Shixi simply didn’t belong in this dungeon.

How could someone so pure and kind successfully clear the game?

If his thoughts were seen by the viewers in Xing Shixi’s livestream, he would likely receive the fleeting pity reserved for “idiot beauties.”

In fact, the moment Xing Shixi adopted that classic “resolute but aggrieved” expression of an idol drama heroine, the livestream began scrolling non-stop. However, Xing Shixi had used an item to hide his screen when he entered the game, so Lan Zhen only saw the blue box next to Pei Ran.

[ “A bit of a dispute,” “Chengyang said it’s fine”… Brother, you clearly pinned the little beauty’s lackey to the ground to find clues and got a scratch in the process. How can you lie to the kid like this? ]

[ Badmouthing both God Pei and Wei Chengyang in one go… You actually want to keep the pretty bully for yourself, don’t you? Stop acting, we see right through you. ]

[ What a massive scapegoat to dump on that top-student (Wei Chengyang). They literally stood in silence after school, looked at each other for three seconds, and left. ]

“Were you bullied because your grades aren’t good?” Lan Zhen bit his lip after saying it, feeling it might be a stupid question. He added, “That spot is hard to reach for disinfecting. Let me help you.”

Xing Shixi didn’t stand on ceremony. After finishing the disinfection of the leg, he stood up decisively, removed his glasses, unzipped his jacket, and took off the white T-shirt underneath.

Before Lan Zhen could react, a half-naked man was standing right in front of him.

A breeze drifted through, and the setting sun filtered through the billowing curtains, casting a murky orange-red light across firm muscles, making his pale skin look as though it were coated in beeswax.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and lean muscles—one arm held the discarded jacket, with bulging veins half-concealed. Every movement held a sense of latent power. He was the perfect personification of “looking thin in clothes but muscular without them”—bursting with pheromones.

Xing Shixi knelt back down before Lan Zhen like an obedient, large dog.

Lan Zhen had always existed as a system before this, so he naturally lacked experience in disinfecting wounds. He used too much force several times, apologizing frantically while watching Xing Shixi’s face, only to find the man didn’t even flinch.

Does it really not hurt as much as I thought?

While Xing Shixi was wrapping his own bandage, Lan Zhen tested the same amount of pressure on his own leg wound. Even though he only pressed the outer edge, it hurt so much that physiological tears sprang to his eyes. He puffed out small breaths of air, blowing on the painful spot in hopes of easing the sting.

Perhaps the method worked, as the throbbing subsided after a moment.

Hearing the sharp intake of breath, Xing Shixi looked up. His intent was to show concern and close the distance with the bully, but he was met with the sight of bare, pale thighs. Catching a glimpse of the trousers discarded on the floor, he looked down instantly, his movements with the bandage becoming a chaotic mess.

The resulting bandage was disorganized, messy, and ugly—far worse than the technique he’d used as a middle schooler.

Another gust of wind blew. Feeling a slight chill, Lan Zhen realized he still wasn’t wearing his trousers. He had been sitting there half-naked while applying medicine to someone else.

Great. Now, on top of ‘utter villain,’ I probably have the label ‘shameless’ as well.

Blushing furiously, he yanked his trousers up.

“If they bully you again, come find me. I’ll stand up for you.”

As Lan Zhen spoke, his mind was still filled with the image of himself half-naked just now. He didn’t dare look at the expression on Xing Shixi’s face.

Xing Shixi lowered his gaze, put his glasses back on, and nodded slowly.

[ A kitten wearing a tiger’s skin, boasting to a fox: “I’ll protect you.” ]

The bullet screen’s evaluation was incredibly apt.

“I heard you were injured. Do you need me to carry you back?” A mocking voice came from the infirmary door. The figure approaching yanked the curtain open, and upon seeing two people inside, the flippant smile froze on his face.

Mo Changfeng had rehearsed exactly what he was going to say on his way here. He planned to say a few biting, sarcastic remarks; the other would surely frown and snap back at him, and then he would act all reluctant while carrying the boy back.

Everything was planned—he just hadn’t expected a second person, let alone a shameless, half-naked man.

Scrawny as a rack of ribs with not an ounce of meat, yet he still tries to show off his physique. Truly doesn’t know his own weight.

Wearing glasses to look smart, but in reality, he’s injured and can’t even wrap a bandage properly—clearly a useless fool.

After criticizing the man from head to toe, Mo Changfeng retracted his scrutinizing gaze.

“There’s a lot of homework today. If we don’t head back now, you won’t finish,” he said.

It was a lie. Given Lan Zhen’s status in the eyes of the teachers, he could hand in completely blank assignments and be fine.

But he figured this “new” Lan Zhen wouldn’t know that.

Besides, seeing Lan Zhen sitting behind a drawn curtain with a half-naked man, enjoying “private time,” made him exceptionally irritated.

First it was Wei Chengyang, and now this new transfer student. It seemed anyone would do for him.

Just how many people do you plan to seduce with that face before you’re satisfied?