The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 18

Cang Lanyan frowned slightly, just as she was about to answer, when Yin Ya suddenly covered her mouth and nose, sprang to her feet, and turned away to sneeze.

“I must have caught a cold,” Yin Ya explained, grabbing a napkin from the table to wipe her nose and hands. As she sat down to face Cang Lanyan again, a hint of resentment surfaced. “So, you…”

“When are you leaving?” Cang Lanyan cut her off.

Yin Ya counted the days. “Today is February 24th. I need to report to the school on the 28th.”

Realizing she should update the Big Villain on modern terminology, she added casually, “In the Human Realm, schools are now uniformly called ‘schools.’ But kindergartens, elementary schools, middle schools, high schools, vocational schools, community colleges, and universities are also all considered schools.”

She paused. “If you want more details, I can compile a summary for you quickly.”

“Thank you,” Cang Lanyan nodded.

Surprised that the discussion had gone so smoothly, Yin Ya sighed in relief and was about to leave when Cang Lanyan suddenly asked, “How did you catch a cold?”

Yin Ya: “……”

Shouldn’t you know better than anyone else?!

“You left me hanging in your bedroom all night without heat or a Cold-Dispelling Spell,” she snapped, her earlier nervousness forgotten. Seizing the opportunity, she reiterated her ordinary status: “I’m just an ordinary person. Catching a cold was inevitable.”

Cang Lanyan frowned.

“If you don’t believe me, I can get a medical certificate from the hospital,” Yin Ya continued.

“No need,” Cang Lanyan said, shaking her head. A ball of spiritual power materialized at her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it flying toward Yin Ya.

Yin Ya couldn’t dodge in time and was struck squarely on the forehead. She hissed in pain, instinctively covering her head as a searing heat radiated from her forehead through her palm.

Panicking, she wiped her forehead repeatedly, but it felt like her head had become a hotplate. No matter how hard she tried, the burning sensation didn’t subside and rapidly spread downward.

“That’s not how you treat a cold!” Yin Ya finally screamed. “Quick, undo your spell!”

She suspected the Big Villain was deliberately messing with her. The backstory never said Cang Lanyan didn’t know how to handle sickness or injuries!

“Don’t panic,” Cang Lanyan replied, not only failing to dispel the spell, but also casting a new one. A stream of azure spiritual power flowed from her palm, swirling around Yin Ya and gradually drawing the spell embedded in her forehead to the rest of her body.

Yin Ya felt the swirling spiritual power draining her strength, but before long, her dizzy head seemed to lighten, and her heavy body felt somewhat more comfortable.

She broke out in a sweat, unsure if it was from fear or the spell’s exertion.

“Is that all?” she asked as Cang Lanyan withdrew her spiritual power.

“I don’t know,” Cang Lanyan replied, crossing her arms and studying her. “I’ve never treated someone… so weak and human before.”

Yin Ya: “……”

Great! The Big Villain has finally removed her “God filter.” My image as a weak and ordinary human is finally secure!

After a moment’s thought, she said, “Let me take my temperature.”

The forehead thermometer was in the nearby storage room, but as Yin Ya tried to stand, her legs buckled. If not for the table to steady herself, she would have collapsed.

“Don’t move for now,” Cang Lanyan said calmly. “The treatment has exhausted your strength.”

“I know that already,” Yin Ya muttered inwardly, resigning herself to rest on the table.

Though her body was weary, her mind remained alert. She pulled out her phone and ordered breakfast. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked Cang Lanyan, “Want breakfast too?”

“I don’t need…”

“We don’t eat just because we’re hungry,” Yin Ya interrupted. “If you want to enjoy some good food, I can buy you something to try.”

Cang Lanyan hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“What kind of flavor do you want?” Yin Ya asked. “Sweet, salty, sour, or spicy?”

“Just leave it up to you,” Cang Lanyan replied.

Yin Ya casually ordered a serving of small wontons from the restaurant she’d just placed an order with. Just as she was about to submit the order, she suddenly remembered something and asked, “Can you eat fish, shrimp, seaweed, and things like that?”

“I used to eat those,” Cang Lanyan answered, giving her a strange look.

Understanding, Yin Ya added a dollar’s worth of shrimp flakes and seaweed to the order. After paying, she opened WeChat.

Cen Xiang’s new message floated proudly at the top: “Kiddo Ya, protect yourself until I rush over at top speed! <praying.jpg>”

Yin Ya felt both touched and helpless, and with a mix of amusement and exasperation, she turned off her phone and looked at Cang Lanyan.

“I know you must have a lot of questions right now,” she said. “But unfortunately, I’m in the same boat as you. I don’t understand any of this either.”

Cang Lanyan remained silent, simply staring at her.

Yin Ya continued, “I really want to figure out what’s going on, but I haven’t come up with a solution yet. Besides, we’re not exactly close…”

“I’ve never met you before,” Cang Lanyan interrupted, “but you’re no stranger to me.”

“But I only saw you in person for the first time a couple of days ago!” Yin Ya protested. “Think about it—I don’t even know what you like to eat! How can you say I’m not a stranger? You can’t just jump to conclusions because I have a hidden portrait of you!”

“Jump to conclusions?” Cang Lanyan sneered suddenly.

Yin Ya froze under her piercing gaze. Before she could recover, Cang Lanyan continued, “Let’s set aside these trivial matters. I’m certain you’re still hiding things from me. I expect you to reveal everything to me soon.”

Her tone remained icy, but her words sent Yin Ya’s blood pressure skyrocketing.

“Then let me ask you something,” Yin Ya said, straightening up. “How did you come to be here?”

In truth, she hadn’t asked this most crucial question since discovering Cang Lanyan.

Based on her years of writing experience, there were two main ways to travel through time and space: by accident or intentionally, using forbidden rituals like sacrifices or special artifacts capable of tearing through spacetime.

Yin Ya had a suspicion that she couldn’t write Cang Lanyan back into the story because some kind of artificial time-space rule was preventing it, but she didn’t know how to confirm it. For now, she could only ask Cang Lanyan herself.

“I don’t know,” Cang Lanyan said, shaking her head. “When I regained consciousness, I was already lying in the bathtub.”

“Are you sure you didn’t trigger some kind of spell array?” Yin Ya pressed.

Instead of answering, Cang Lanyan coldly reminded her, “If you want to exchange information with me, you should first clarify what you’re hiding.”

Yin Ya wanted to snap back, “That goes double for you,” but remembering she couldn’t lose her author’s facade, she suppressed her anger and said, “Fine, let’s just leave it at that for today. We can exchange information once we get to know each other better.”

She stood up, but in her anger, she forgot her legs were still weak. She stumbled and collided with Cang Lanyan.

At the critical moment, Yin Ya heard the wheels of a swivel chair roll into place. Then she felt something wrap around her, squeezing so tightly she could barely breathe.

“Is this your method of ‘getting to know each other better’?” Cang Lanyan’s voice drifted lazily into her ear.

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