The Protagonist and the Villain Both Kissed Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Su Xi pushed the man away and scrambled back several steps, his voice trembling with bewilderment. “You’re a Beta… you didn’t actually think you could mark me, did you?”

In his mind, he panicked. “Crap, System, what’s going on? He was definitely trying to mark me just now, wasn’t he?”

System 1368 replied steadily, “The records state he is a Beta. There is no mistake.”

Su Xi’s shocked reaction was plain to Duan Cheng. Leaning back on the sofa, the man let out a cold sneer. “It seems Young Master Su’s apology isn’t very sincere. You should leave. My ‘small temple’ cannot accommodate a great deity like you.”

Knowing that the hallway was likely filled with Alphas eyeing him, Su Xi couldn’t just walk out. He bit his lip and reached for his shirt buttons a habitual defense mechanism but after undoing two, he stopped. Duan Cheng’s gaze was simply too indifferent.

He felt incredibly embarrassed.

Duan Cheng’s eyes lingered on the youth’s delicate, white collarbones. His long hair partially obscured his vision, but it didn’t stop him from seeing the crimson flush of shame spreading across Su Xi’s face.

“Fine, I’m leaving! I don’t need you anyway!” Unable to bear that cold stare, Su Xi’s ears turned red as he pulled open the door and bolted.

Bang! The door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

The moment he stepped out of the dorm, Su Xi regretted his impulsiveness. But he couldn’t go back, so he headed for the stairs. Suddenly, someone lunged out from the stairwell and tackled him. Su Xi’s back hit the cold floor, a stinging pain radiating through his body. He looked up into a pair of bloodshot eyes, and the air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of tobacco.

“Get him off! Where’s the suppressant? Hurry!”

“Why is Su Xi here?”

“The scent is too strong. Don’t let it trigger a pseudo-heat! Does anyone have a blocking patch?”

Anxious voices overlapped. Within three seconds, the man was pulled off him, but Su Xi remained dazed. Someone helped him up and applied a blocking patch to his gland. That hand seemed to linger, brushing against his skin. The pain in his back was now accompanied by a strange heat spreading from his tailbone.

“So dizzy…” he whispered, frowning.

The infirmary smelled of alcohol and disinfectant. Expensive medical equipment was piled haphazardly in corners. Blue curtains were drawn tight, with only the occasional sound of fabric rustling. Several IV bottles hung from a high rack.

Su Xi opened his eyes groggily. Memories of the attack before he fainted surfaced, and his back throbbed with pain. He tried to move his hand, but he had no strength.

“You’re awake?” The doctor, holding a light screen to record data, pulled back the curtain.

Su Xi’s throat was parched, making it difficult to speak, so he simply nodded.

“You were triggered into a pseudo-heat by an Alpha in rut at the dormitory. Luckily you were brought in quickly. I’ve administered a suppressant, so you should be fine now. We checked your back just some bruises. Once you’re fully alert, go soak in the repair pod for half an hour.” The doctor explained a great deal, but Su Xi barely processed it.

He just felt thirsty and faint. He wondered why no one had come to see him—was his reputation really that bad?

He didn’t realize that the infirmary entrance was actually crowded; they just weren’t allowed in. Jiang Wenyan stood at the front, his brow furrowed as he pieced together what happened from his followers’ accounts. He paced anxiously, unable to enter until the door finally opened and the doctor gave the okay.

Su Xi was staring blankly at the white ceiling when he heard the door. He thought the doctor had forgotten something, but instead, it was a frantic Jiang Wenyan.

“I leave you alone for half a day and you turn into this?” Jiang Wenyan’s eyes held undisguised heartache. He carefully helped Su Xi up and poured a glass of water, holding it to his lips.

The water was a godsend, soothing his dry throat. Su Xi blinked but didn’t speak. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He’d been dragged into this mission by some “neurotic” system, his apology to the target was rejected, and then he got attacked by a crazed Alpha. Was he cursed with the worst luck?

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Wenyan noticed he wasn’t responding. He looked closer and saw Su Xi was crying. Crystal tears hung from his lashes, trembling with every heartbeat.

Looking at Jiang Wenyan only made Su Xi angrier. If Jiang hadn’t arrived so “timely” earlier in the garden, maybe Duan Cheng wouldn’t hate him quite so much.

“It’s none of your business,” Su Xi replied, his voice raspy as he turned his head away.

Jiang Wenyan wasn’t angry. He reached out to touch Su Xi but hesitated halfway, awkwardly pulling his hand back to his side. After a long silence, he stood up and left.

Once he was gone, Su Xi bit his lip and asked the system, “Was I too mean?”

“Not at all. That’s exactly how your character is. We only have three months in this world; let’s focus on the mission,” System 1368 replied dismissively.

“But he seems to hate me even more now.” Su Xi had been pampered his whole life; he’d never had to chase anyone. In his streaming days, fans would praise him just for drinking water. He lowered his head, feeling dejected.

After resting for half a day, Su Xi insisted on leaving. The doctor reluctantly let him go with instructions to rest and take a sick day if needed. Su Xi nodded perfunctorily, likely not hearing a word.

How was he supposed to finish the mission with such a gloomy, introverted villain?

As he walked down the long corridor, lost in thought, he didn’t notice someone following him. He wanted to ask for advice, but he was still a student in this world with classes to attend.

The first class of the afternoon was Mathematics. By the time he reached the classroom, it had been in session for quite a while. The teacher was mid-lecture. When footsteps echoed in the quiet room, every student held their breath and looked toward the door, gleefully waiting to see who was brave enough to be late for the “Evil Witch’s” class.

“Reporting…” Su Xi stood there in his simple uniform, face pale. He looked at the teacher with timid eyes, forcing himself to stay calm, unaware that his flustered state was being watched by everyone.

The math teacher’s reprimand died in her throat. She smiled and discreetly tucked a photo of Su Xi into her book. “Xiao Su, come in and sit down. Don’t be late next time.”

Su Xi nodded, looking for a quiet corner, but the large classroom was packed. To get to a seat, he would have to squeeze through narrow aisles, making physical contact unavoidable.

“Sit next to me, the view is good here,” a girl with a ponytail offered, moving her things to make room. Other students looked at her with pure jealousy.

Feeling the heat of everyone’s gaze, Su Xi felt shy. He was about to sit down when a hand reached out from behind, grabbed his collar, and pulled him away. Before he could react, he was pressed down into a different seat.

He looked at the person who had grabbed him: Duan Cheng. The man was expressionless, but he seemed to radiate a cold aura. Su Xi watched the teacher resume the lesson, then boredly reached under the desk and tugged on Duan Cheng’s sleeve.

Duan Cheng, who was taking notes seriously, paused his pen but ignored him.

“Ignoring me… then why pull me over here?” Su Xi grumbled. He pulled a few chocolates from his pocket, ate one, and pushed the rest toward Duan Cheng. He yawned and leaned onto his arms, planning to nap.

Duan Cheng glanced at the exquisite packaging clearly a limited-edition import. His mind flashed to the chocolate he had seen in Fu Heng’s desk earlier; it was the exact same brand. He turned his head to look at the person sleeping beside him.

The sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft shadow over Su Xi. A few fluffy strands of hair fell over his forehead, and his long lashes trembled slightly. His red lips were parted, looking incredibly well-behaved.

He had actually fallen asleep in front of him without any defenses.

“Why do you keep provoking me?” Duan Cheng whispered.

A boy passing by on the pretext of going to the restroom reached out to touch Su Xi’s head. His hand was immediately pinned down with force. He met Duan Cheng’s pitch-black eyes and panicked, trying to pull away. Suddenly, Duan Cheng let go.

The boy lost his balance and fell to the floor. The classroom went silent.

“I just… lost my balance,” the boy stammered, his face red as he scrambled up and ran out.

Su Xi, waking up from the noise, blinked and saw Duan Cheng back to taking notes. He narrowed his eyes he hadn’t noticed before, but Duan Cheng’s hair seemed a bit shorter now.

Class ended, and the moment the teacher left, students swarmed Su Xi.

Squeezed in the middle, Su Xi looked to Duan Cheng for help, but the man was just silently packing his things, having no intention of assisting.

“Su Xi, I bought these candies for you. Try them, they’re very sweet,” said Qiu Qi, the ponytail girl, placing a pink bag of sweets in front of him.

“The school is starting a team activity. Can I invite you to be in my group?”

“Don’t crowd him! It’s not like he’s going anywhere!”

The voices filled the small corner.

“Thank you for the candy.” Su Xi’s eyes lit up at the colorful wrappers. He reached for the bag, but a cold voice suddenly fell near his ear.

“You’re this happy over a little bit of candy?”

“Duan Cheng, what do you mean by that!” Qiu Qi demanded loudly, her brow furrowed. The atmosphere turned hostile instantly.

Su Xi hadn’t expected Duan Cheng to speak up. He looked at Qiu Qi and said, “I’ll take the candy. Don’t be angry; I’ll apologize for him.”

Seeing more people gather, he didn’t want to block the aisle. He handed out the chocolates Duan Cheng hadn’t touched to the nearby students and quickly followed Duan Cheng through the crowd.

It was cooler in the hallway. Su Xi panted lightly, sweat on his forehead. He felt a bit faint from the heat, and because Duan Cheng was walking too fast, he had to jog to keep up, eventually following him into the restroom.

“Stop following me,” Duan Cheng said abruptly.

Su Xi stopped and retorted, “Who’s following you? Am I not allowed to use the restroom too?”

He set the bag of candy on the edge of the sink and turned on the tap. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Duan Cheng unbuckling his belt. He bit his lip nervously, feigning calm as he looked back at the water.

“System, what’s my Salvation Value now?”

“1,” 1368 replied curtly.

“…” Su Xi had been here for two days and only had 1 point. What kind of elite villain was this? Was his heart made of iron?

“Have you seen enough?” Duan Cheng’s voice rang out clearly.