The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“You don’t actually think he’s a good person, do you? If you ask me, he specifically targets gullible little boys like you.” Mo Changfeng strode along with two backpacks slung over his shoulders—one his own, the other Lan Zhen’s—spewing strange remarks the whole way.

“Exposing his chest in front of someone he just met… what a loose character he must be.”

By that logic, Mo Changfeng—who had dropped his pants in front of someone he just met—was a character so loose he was practically falling apart.

Lan Zhen’s expression shifted. He quickened his pace to shake Mo Changfeng off, though the injury on his knee still stung, causing him to grimace and hop on one leg for a few steps.

Boarding students usually only carried the day’s homework in their bags. Even with the weight of two people’s belongings, Mo Changfeng walked as if on air. When he caught up to Lan Zhen, a nonchalant smirk still hung on his face.

In truth, while chasing him, Mo Changfeng realized his behavior was bordering on perverted. He was usually quite normal, but the moment he saw Lan Zhen, it felt as if someone had punched his brain twice; he became lightheaded and started spouting all sorts of nonsense.

Having finally caught up and seeing the tips of Lan Zhen’s ears flushed with anger, the words he had fought to suppress slipped out anyway: “You don’t know this, but high schoolers these days are precocious—we’re all adults. I could tell just by the look in his eyes; he wanted to pin you to the bed and mess you up.”

Lan Zhen was both shamed and infuriated by the comment, his face turning a red so deep it looked like it might bleed. Yet, he was powerless against this freak. He couldn’t shake him off, and he certainly couldn’t beat him in a fight. He could only retort: “We were just cleaning a wound. Not everyone is as ‘precocious’ as you. No wonder you admitted to not having a girlfriend—turns out you’ve had boyfriends all along.”

Mo Changfeng’s expression flipped instantly. His brows knitted tight, his face became deathly serious, and his eyes pierced with a sharp light.

Lan Zhen thought he had actually provoked him to anger. To prevent a violent incident, he thought for two seconds and decided to turn and bolt.

Before he could take two steps, he gasped from the pain. Seeing this, Mo Changfeng swung the backpacks to his chest, closed the distance in a few strides, caught him, and decisively crouched down with his back to Lan Zhen.

“Weren’t you angry? You still want to carry me?” Lan Zhen didn’t dare move, fearing Mo Changfeng was waiting for him to climb on just so he could slam him back down.

“I’m not like you, getting angry so easily.” Recalling Lan Zhen’s words from a moment ago, Mo Changfeng explained with total solemnity: “I am still a virgin, single since birth. I wouldn’t touch a ‘rotten cucumber’ if you paid me. Don’t think of me that way; how am I supposed to face the world?”

Lan Zhen: “…”

Unbelievable. Who would have thought that the guy talking the big game was actually just all talk.

Realizing it was foolish to spite his own comfort, and confirming that Mo Changfeng didn’t intend to lash out, Lan Zhen deliberately stepped back two paces, took a small running start, and jumped onto his back.

He had intended to use his weight to make Mo Changfeng look clumsy, but Mo Changfeng acted as if it were nothing. His body didn’t even wobble; he calmly adjusted his grip and gave Lan Zhen a slight upward toss to settle him.

“Watch your movements. Aren’t you afraid of hitting that bad leg?” Mo Changfeng’s tone held a hint of doting, giving Lan Zhen goosebumps.

Mo Changfeng carried him all the way to the dormitory door and gently set him down.

Just as Lan Zhen thought he could finally get some peace, Mo Changfeng pushed the door open and sat down grandly on an empty bed. His casual posture suggested he was more familiar with this room than Lan Zhen was.

Dormitories at No. 1 High School were mostly six-person rooms. Only those ranked in the top twenty were allowed in the four-person rooms.

The six-person rooms were bare-bones; students even had to crowd into large public bathhouses just to shower. In contrast, the four-person rooms featured private bathrooms and showers, along with small fridges, microwaves, and other amenities. The living conditions were significantly better.

Logic dictated that everyone would scramble to get into a four-person room, but the original owner’s roommate couldn’t stand being ordered around and had voluntarily moved to a six-person room. The empty bed had remained vacant until now.

It seemed the other roommates weren’t back yet.

Even if he wanted to kick the guy out, it felt inappropriate right after being carried back.

Lan Zhen stood at the door for only a moment before attracting several gazes. He pursed his lips, stepped inside, and closed the door.

After walking a few steps further in, he saw a boy kneeling on the floor near a corner with his head lowered.

The boy was quite tall; even curled up on the floor, he took up a fair amount of space. He was facing the entrance with a workbook in front of him. Judging by the progress of the problems, he had clearly been kneeling there for a long time.

What is he doing?

Lan Zhen instinctively shot a questioning look at Mo Changfeng, then remembered that this was a rule the “original owner” had established in the dorm: his roommates had to remain kneeling on the floor to welcome him back.

Because he had been showing someone around and visited the infirmary, he was late returning today. The roommate had been kneeling there all this time.

He previously had no memories of the dormitory; otherwise, he would have rushed back to abolish such a ridiculous rule. He had realized by now that the original owner’s memories only surfaced when he encountered the corresponding person.

Lan Zhen stepped forward, intending to help the boy up. But as he drew closer, he noticed the other’s body give a slight, sharp shudder.

He stopped, feeling at a loss.

If he tried to comfort him now, it would probably be viewed as just another cruel prank.

Lin Yangsi lifted his neck slightly before quickly ducking his head again, not daring to imagine what strange new ideas the “demon” had come up with today.

The pen in his hand traced a jagged line across his workbook. He glanced sideways at Mo Changfeng, who was sitting on the empty bed frame, his eyes filled with hidden gloom.

There were four people in the room. Aside from the demon, one was the demon’s lackey, whom the demon wouldn’t cross even when angry. Consequently, only two people were subjected to daily humiliation and torment.

Previously, another roommate had shared his suffering, but since that person left, Lin Yangsi felt that dormitory life had become a living nightmare.

He wanted to move out like the other guy, but he didn’t dare, fearing the demon’s retaliation.

It was all because Lan Zhen’s grades were better than theirs. They had no way to resist anything he did to them; they could only endure submissively, hoping that if he were happy, they might suffer a little less.

Clearly, whether in size or strength, Lin Yangsi had the advantage. Yet those school rules made one afraid to resist—the last person who tried had disappeared so completely that even their “corpse” was handled.

He thought only the lackey was special. He had hoped that once a new roommate arrived, someone would share his burden.

Instead, it was another person with special privileges.

Why am I the only unlucky one?

Lin Yangsi grit his teeth in humiliation, vowing that one day he would have his revenge.

“Tsk tsk. Look at that gaze. I really don’t know what kind of animal produces a look like that,” Mo Changfeng reclined lazily on the bare bed frame, letting out a yawn. “Hasn’t got the guts to challenge the main guy, so he wants to take his anger out on me. Zhenzhen, I’m so scared.”

More nonsense.

Lan Zhen endured it for a moment, but eventually couldn’t hold back. He went over and tugged at Mo Changfeng’s sleeve, trying to pull him out: “Is this your dorm? You’re just lying there.”

“At least put something down first, you’ll get your clothes dirty,” he added.

Mo Changfeng looked up and saw the fair, slender neck glowing softly under the lights.

He didn’t know how someone grew like that—so white he was almost translucent, looking thin and small as if he hadn’t been eating properly.

Higher up were those beautiful, full, rosy lips. The tiny labial tubercle was being unconsciously rubbed back and forth by its owner, creating a vivid, moist sheen. It made one itch to lean in and lick it, to see if it was as sweet as imagined—as if one could draw water with a single sip.

“Fine, I know you’re worried I won’t be comfortable lying here and that I’ll get my clothes dirty. The mattress will be delivered in a moment.”

“Delivered? What?” Lan Zhen was dumbfounded. His brows relaxed then knitted together, perfectly conveying the anxiety in his heart. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to stay in my dorm.”

Mo Changfeng was amused by his conflicted expression and reached out to ruffle Lan Zhen’s hair.

“I’m staying in my dorm.” Seeing that Lan Zhen didn’t immediately swat his hand away—only looking confused—he smiled and explained: “The teacher approved my transfer application.”

“What, don’t want me here? Afraid I’ll disturb the peaceful life you have with your little lackey?”

“Actually, you really like having everyone revolve around you, don’t you? Whether it’s those lackeys, that blockhead Wei Chengyang, or the new transfer student—everyone’s eyes are glued to you.” He paused. “So isn’t it better if I move in? I’ll follow you 24/7, I’ll listen to you… as long as you give me a little reward…”

The rebuttal reached Lan Zhen’s lips, but he swallowed it. He knew he likely couldn’t outtalk Mo Changfeng; it was better not to give him the chance to continue.

To the side, the still-kneeling Lin Yangsi widened his eyes, as if he had heard something inconceivable.

He should have been angry. The rude newcomer had poked his deepest, most painful wound and called him a “dignified animal.”

He had some impression of Mo Changfeng—his grades always hovered just above the failing mark, barely reaching the level to avoid “recycling.” He was definitely ranked below Lin Yangsi.

He should have been able to vent his frustrations on someone at the bottom of the ladder like that.

But shifting his gaze up slightly, he saw the “demon” standing opposite Mo Changfeng—his eyes misty, the corners of his lids tinged with pink.

Having been too afraid to look up earlier, he only now noticed the small patch of abrasion on the demon’s leg.

Such an injury would have been commonplace on Lin Yangsi’s own body, but on the demon, it looked so delicate—as if he had suffered a grievous wound, moving his leg bit by bit just to walk.

It turned out the “demon” in his heart had always been this fragile and weak. When stared at or spoken to with malice, he just stood there, helpless.

Was the demon—no, was Lan Zhen—always like this?

Or had he always been someone who could only act tough by relying on school rules, and Lin Yangsi was only realizing it now?

Unnoticed, Lin Yangsi had fully raised his head, his gaze fixed straight on the two of them by the bed.

A frantic thought began to sprout in his heart, quickly taking root and growing wild.

He wanted to see Lan Zhen look at him with that same pitiful, helpless expression.