The Beautiful Idiot Is Forced To Play The Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The last roommate in the dorm—the one Lin Yangsi called Lan Zhen’s “lackey”—was actually Xu Gu, the one who had taken the yellow-haired boy away earlier. He hadn’t returned by the time the dorm doors were locked.

After a quick shower, Lan Zhen was still shrouded in a faint mist of water vapor, his skin looking pinkish all over.

He had wrapped the wound on his leg in a piece of plastic wrap. Hopping on one foot, he sat on the chair at his desk to inspect his knee, pulling a tube of ointment from his backpack to apply it slowly.

The ointment had been brought along by the classmate who helped him fetch his bag—honestly, they couldn’t have been more thoughtful.

Mo Changfeng was still busy moving things back and forth and wasn’t in the room. Lin Yangsi was so quiet he might as well not have existed. After treating his wound, Lan Zhen lay comfortably in bed, already feeling a wave of drowsiness.

Just as he was about to drift into dreamland, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

370: [Don’t sleep yet.]

[!] Lan Zhen jerked awake, his pupils widening like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on in its sleep.

[Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?]

370 had never seen someone so thick-skinned. After going through so much and being scared half to death, he could still settle in for a beautiful night’s sleep.

[Umm…] Lan Zhen thought for a moment. There was indeed something important. [You mentioned there’s a reward for bullying Wei Chengyang. What is it?]

370: [So you actually remembered.]

Lan Zhen felt like the system was mocking him, but he had no proof. After all, the system still spoke in that cold electronic voice. Hearing it made what little drowsiness he had managed to muster vanish completely.

It’s a really unpleasant electronic voice. I wonder if the system is actually “smart”—can it be upgraded?

[I’ll try my best,] 370 replied.

Hearing the reply, Lan Zhen realized he had accidentally thought his inner words out loud.

[The Wei Chengyang matter is just a side quest. The reward is being able to take one item permitted by world rules out of this world. It can only be redeemed when the world ends.] 370 paused, then took the initiative to ask: [Is that all you wanted to ask?]

Lan Zhen buried his head in his soft pillow, rolling back and forth. After several strands of hair stood up from static electricity, he said muffledly, [370, can I go back to being a system? I still think being a system was more comfortable.]

[There are point rewards after completing tasks in each world. Once you collect enough points, the Main System can fulfill one of your wishes, including returning to the life you want.] After saying this, it thought for a moment and added: [It usually takes about five worlds.]

[Then can I stop following the persona?] Lan Zhen asked cautiously again. [I don’t like this persona. It’s so mean.]

370 fell silent for two seconds. Lan Zhen thought it was because the system couldn’t answer or couldn’t refuse him directly. Such things were surely arranged by the Main System; there was no point in making things difficult for a small system like 370.

Despite his guess, Lan Zhen felt a little disappointed. He forced himself to cheer up. [It’s okay if it’s a no…]

The system quickly interrupted him. [You can.]

[Oh, so I can?] Lan Zhen was pleasantly surprised. Back when he was a system himself, it would have been impossible to grant such a request.

370: [As long as the original plot of the world proceeds, the persona is not a strict requirement.]

Lan Zhen quickly remembered the scene when he first woke up and countered: [Then why did you tell me to try and stick to the persona?]

The system was silent for a moment before answering honestly: [Following the persona earns bonus points.]

It no longer expected Lan Zhen to get any bonus points. As long as he could finish the mission, that would be enough.

[370, you’re so nice.] With his problems solved, Lan Zhen relaxed again. Surrounded by his soft pillows and quilt—which had become warm and cozy from his body heat—he couldn’t help but burrow deep into the covers.

Even while chatting with 370, his upper eyelids felt heavy as lead, fluttering as if he might pass out under the system’s watch at any second.

He had been rolling around in bed, and now he was twisting and turning. His clothes were pulled into a dangerous angle, exposing a large portion of his soft white leg. Below his waist, his full, rounded curves were barely hooked by the hem of his garment, looking precarious.

[Cover yourself with the quilt before you sleep.] Seeing Lan Zhen pull the covers over himself, 370 finally breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, it added: [Change your pajamas. These are too short.]

The pajamas weren’t short at all; normally they reached Lan Zhen’s shins, but they had been twisted up by all his movements today.

Lan Zhen was in a daze. He just nodded to whatever the system said, like a well-behaved doll.

The next morning, he was woken up by an urgent need to urinate. Before his brain was fully awake, Lan Zhen scrambled out of bed by instinct, nearly dragging the quilt onto the floor with him.

Finally breaking free from the covers and rushing to the bathroom door, he found Lin Yangsi kneeling in the exact same position as when he returned yesterday, blocking his way in.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Lan Zhen squeezed his legs together. His pajamas got caught between his thighs with the movement, creating an alluring silhouette.

Hearing him, Lin Yangsi slowly raised his head and opened his mouth bit by bit.

Lan Zhen was so desperate that tears were almost coming out. Seeing the other boy dawdling and refusing to move, he anxiously twisted the hem of his shirt. He was hunched over like a shrimp, not daring to use any strength, unable even to speak.

“I heard it’s a little hobby of ‘Lord Rank One’—it only counts as finished if he releases into his roommate’s mouth in the morning.” Mo Changfeng’s voice came from the side. He didn’t look like he intended to help; instead, he added a comment at the end: “You certainly play in a ‘colorful’ way.”

Before Lan Zhen could even be shocked by how perverted this villain persona was, he heard the guy “barking” again. If he weren’t genuinely afraid to move, he would have glared at him fiercely to vent his frustration.

He clearly knows I’m not the previous Lan Zhen. What does he mean by saying that now?

Lin Yangsi, meanwhile, was frowning deeply. This was actually his first time doing this. The previous Lan Zhen found him too “masculine” and thought looking at him was nauseating, preferring the roommate who had already moved out.

But he knew the routine. Ever since he found out his roommate was moving and he was next, he had imagined countless times in his heart whether he should just bite down if it actually happened.

That thought vanished the moment he saw Lan Zhen rushing down. Because he was in such a hurry, the hem of his shirt—pulled up to his thighs—hadn’t been adjusted. As Lin Yangsi knelt on the ground, his face was directly level with the white, plump skin of Lan Zhen’s thighs. Higher up was covered by the pajamas, but he felt as though he could almost see a hint of pink.

A unique fragrance wafted into his nose.

Could that place be pink and white too? And smell so sweet?

Thinking this way, it didn’t seem so hard to accept. Lin Yangsi lowered his head again.

“Get out of the way…” It took a long time for Lan Zhen to squeeze the words out through his legs. The corners of his eyes were flushed red, and tears were swirling in them. “From today on, none of that is needed anymore!”

If he didn’t let him into the bathroom, he was really going to wet himself. He wasn’t a three-year-old; he didn’t want this!

Lin Yangsi moved aside in silence. He thought he might truly be going crazy; hearing those words of liberation, the feeling that came out on top was actually regret.

Once he finally made it into the bathroom, the tears fell. Only after truly resolving the issue did Lan Zhen breathe a long sigh of relief.

Wiping away the physiological tears, he realized something was strange. He was supposed to be “Rank One”—fearsome in the eyes of others—so why did it feel like he was the one being bullied constantly? Even going to the toilet was this difficult.

When he stepped out and saw Lin Yangsi still kneeling to the side, his little doubt vanished.

It must just be an accident. Weirdos like Mo Changfeng are surely a minority.

While he was in the bathroom, the “weirdo” had gone to the nearest cafeteria downstairs and bought two breakfasts, handing the more lavish one to Lan Zhen.

Looking at the three big, white, fluffy buns and the warm porridge, his little plan to “settle the score later” was buried. He even piled some dirt on top and stomped on it twice, deciding reluctantly to let the matter go.

The bun was half the size of his face. Lan Zhen took a few bites, his cheeks puffing out like a feeding hamster. Mo Changfeng’s gaze kept drifting over, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

Perhaps this is what it feels like to feed a small animal.

Lan Zhen had a small appetite. He couldn’t finish the second bun. Wasting food was a shameful thing. His eyes darted around before he finally looked at Mo Changfeng piteously. “You bought too much. I can’t eat any more.”

A few buns were hardly “too much”—he was clearly playing the victim.

“Eating so little… no wonder you’re as thin as a kitten.” Mo Changfeng glanced at him, took the half-finished bun, and finished it in a few bites. He then naturally took the remaining bun from Lan Zhen’s hand. “Remember to drink the porridge. You can manage that, right?”

The porridge was fine. Seeing that they were about to be late, Lan Zhen picked up the bowl and began “storm-inhaling,” thinking in his heart that Mo Changfeng might not be so bad after all.

Now he seemed like “half” a good person—bringing him food and helping him finish leftovers. As for why only half? Naturally, because his mouth was too annoying.

Perhaps Mo Changfeng was very familiar with arriving at class right on the dot; the two of them entered the classroom exactly as the bell rang. The subject teacher saw Lan Zhen entering first and said nothing, beginning the lesson once they were seated.

The teachers at First High were indeed top-tier—the points were clear and the logic was sound. Anyone with a basic foundation could understand.

Even so, Lan Zhen looked at the writing on the blackboard and felt like he was reading a book from heaven. He was just a poor little system who had never studied math, physics, or chemistry. The students of First High were all geniuses, and the teacher moved fast. How was he supposed to keep up?

He finally endured until the end of class, but just as he wanted to relax, another major problem appeared.

“Your homework.” Wei Chengyang stood before him with an expressionless face.

Lan Zhen stammered, unable to say a word for a long time. He had remembered the homework—after all, he went back specifically for his bag—but after a comfortable shower, he had forgotten everything. He hadn’t written a single word.

Seeing his “cat-like” dejected face, Wei Chengyang quickly realized what happened. He said calmly, “Do you need me to write it for you?”