After Backstabbing The Villain, The System Allowed Me To Enter The Book Again - Chapter 6

[System: Yellow Card Warning!]

Shen Huaixin: “???”

She looked utterly shocked, doubting her ears. All she had done was sit down in the car to go home—nothing more, nothing less.

[System: Host has gone over 24 hours without causing trouble. Please make up for it before midnight today, otherwise you will face an electric shock penalty.]

Shen Huaixin’s body stiffened at once. Good grief, was this KPI enforcement from the Thunder God of Lightning himself? She slacked off for just one day, and immediately she was being forced to stir up drama.

No choice then—she’d just have to wrong poor Shen Chumo. After all, her mission was to attract hatred and push him toward the dark path.

Ever since she’d learned to read, Shen Huaixin had been the obedient type. She’d endured hardship, but never done anything truly bad. Now, wracking her brain for mischief, she suddenly brightened the moment she opened the door—an opportunity presented itself!

Shen Chumo was seated with a book in his hands, eyes glued to the page, completely absorbed. For someone born an “Evil Seed,” naturally superior to ordinary humans, to be this diligent—no wonder humanity was doomed.

With a loud bang, Shen Huaixin slammed the door shut, the noise startling Shen Chumo into flinching. His clear, watery eyes turned toward her.

“Didn’t your etiquette teacher teach you to pour water for your elder sister? Such an ill-mannered thing.” She gave her order, voice imperious.

Shen Chumo closed his book and rose to his feet. As he walked toward her, step by step, she found herself backing away under the weight of his calm, fathomless gaze. Her scalp prickled.

…Was he about to kill her already?

No, impossible—though her death was fated, the time wasn’t yet. Shen Huaixin forced herself to maintain her composure. When his hand reached out, she quickly retreated a step, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively.

“Sister, your water.”

Shen Chumo paused mid-motion, glass cup suspended in the air.

Shen Huaixin risked a glance at him, then sighed in relief and slowly lowered her guard.

“You’re afraid,” Shen Chumo tilted his head, thoughtful. “Why?”

“…” Shen Huaixin snatched the cup, taking a deep gulp. The temperature was just right, soothing her parched throat. She answered coldly, “No. Just disgust, that’s all.”

Shen Chumo lowered his gaze, saying nothing.

She moved to the sofa, realizing he had been waiting there for her return. With a sigh in her heart, she picked up his book—it was a high school mathematics textbook. He must be eager to start school early and was already previewing the lessons.

Fine, then—she’d play the villain to the end. With a series of loud rips, Shen Huaixin tore the book to shreds.

She raised her brows, glaring at him. “Still think I’m afraid of you?”

“And let me tell you, no matter how hard you study, you’ll always be at the bottom. Better not to bother.”

Though she knew she had no ground to stand on—as one of the school’s worst students herself—she had to maintain her role.

Shen Chumo didn’t argue, didn’t scold. He simply crouched down and quietly began picking up the scraps of paper.

…Had she gone too far?

Shen Huaixin pressed her lips together, uneasy. Conscience tugged at her. Finally, she sighed, grabbed her bag, and left the room—ordering a servant to clean up after her as she went.

Dinner was unusually silent.

She ate mechanically, sneaking guilty glances at Shen Chumo. He appeared oblivious, focused on his food with utmost seriousness, embodying the proverb “every grain hard-earned.”

Unable to endure the atmosphere, Shen Huaixin excused herself after only a few bites, claiming she had homework, ignoring her mother’s look of astonishment.

Back in her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. She repeated to herself over and over—They’re just characters in a book. Their joys and sorrows have nothing to do with me. Especially a villain who kills without blinking. Just finish the mission, get the money, go home.

After much self-comfort, her guilt dulled. But thinking of her homework gave her another headache. She’d been out of school for years—her knowledge had faded more than she liked to admit. Back then, despite hardship, she’d had excellent grades.

Sitting at her desk, she opened her bag—only to freeze.

On the table lay several sheets of paper.

“…”

She picked them up, her expression hardening, regret pounding through her like a hammer.

The pages contained familiar yet fuzzy math problems—clearly printed from photos. Below each question was a neat, detailed solution, every formula and step written out, as though afraid she might not understand.

So that was it. He hadn’t been studying for himself, but to solve her abandoned problems.

Shen Huaixin paced the room, clutching the pages, her heart swelling with questions.

She didn’t understand. Why, when she treated him with nothing but mockery and hostility, did he still spend an entire day studying foreign material just to help her? Why would he write out every step with such care?

Even if this was the villain’s hypocrisy, deeds mattered more than intentions. To her, it was precious.

She had always seen Shen Chumo as nothing more than a book character—her mission target. But with each glimpse of his hidden self, she realized things weren’t so simple.

A flash of insight struck. The confusion she’d carried since transmigration suddenly cleared.

Shen Chumo was nothing but a newborn consciousness, unaccustomed to his body, unfamiliar with human society, not even knowing how to respond to harm. Like a child—naïve enough to smile and seek help from his abuser.

Just like when she first arrived, he thought smiles could cure hardship. Now, he thought kindness would earn kindness in return.

No wonder she’d always felt something off about his school bullying. As a villainous boss, even young, his presence should’ve been intimidating. He wasn’t poor or neglected—so why was he a target?

Now it made sense. Faced with a submissive, lame-legged, beautiful fool, children’s innate cruelty would bloom. And with his self-healing body, he became their perfect experiment.

“…Can’t I just tell him ‘sorry’? Admit I was wrong?”

[System: Yellow Card Warning!]

Shen Huaixin: “Tsk.”

She clenched the papers, then suddenly smiled. “You want me to push the plot forward, right?”

“You don’t want me out of character, right?”

[System: What are you planning? Warning—if you fail to complete the mission, you cannot return to your original world.]

“Take a guess.” Shen Huaixin raised her brows, tossing the question back.

Meanwhile, Fang Xiaozheng shut off her phone with a shudder.

The video’s narrator had just been saying, “This insect is highly nutritious—just remove the head and you can eat it.” On the desk lay her scattered notes.

“Survival training is too hard. Forget it, I’ll start with pitching a tent.”

She had prepared a whole table of food at Shen Huaixin’s request. But after watching the “chicken-flavored bugs,” even her own chicken soup turned her stomach. Still, she hoped Huaixin would text soon, so she could deliver the food and show off her improving cooking skills.

Instead, the reply came: “I’m full, you eat it yourself.”

Fang Xiaozheng wondered if Huaixin was toying with her. But at least the grocery money had been paid in full—with a bit left over. She could call that her labor fee.

Still, such a pity for the carefully made dishes…

Or maybe not. Her mother was coming home soon. Just like last time, her mother would see the meal, smile, and praise her for being thoughtful.

The phone’s audio cut off as the video ended, leaving only the sound of her own shallow, uneasy breathing.

Shen Chumo sat peeling oranges for Shen Mother as they watched a TV drama together. He handed her each segment one by one, quietly attentive. The show was at a thrilling crime-solving scene, and he watched intently.

Suddenly, his pocket buzzed.

Usually, that meant another push notification. He hadn’t figured out how to turn them off. Since they were sent to him, surely he was meant to read them. He pulled out his phone, ready to comment “Read” under the news as always.

[Ding-dong! You have a new friend request.]

“Ah.”

He stared at the two words for a long time. Shen Mother turned to ask why he was smiling.

He shook his head, clicked “Accept,” and labeled the new contact as Good Friend.

Now the TV drama lost its appeal. Holding his phone, he mumbled an excuse and darted back to his room.

The profile picture was a pale yellow flower dotted with purple specks, surrounded by broad oval leaves. A quick search told him it was the flower of a catalpa tree.

The person’s Moments had only one post: “New semester, new beginnings. Please take care of me!” with a picture of the school gate and its camphor tree.

Shen Chumo remembered it well. When picking up Shen Huaixin from school, he had seen that tree. His memory was nearly photographic—he’d even studied the bark and leaves while waiting early. Each leaf was different, so he was sure this was the same tree.

So this person attended the same school as his sister. Their ID was simply “Han,” though even a full name would’ve meant nothing to him.

Good Friend: Hello :）

Shen Chumo: Hello

He thought for a while, then mimicked the symbols. Though he didn’t understand them, they must mean friendliness.

Shen Chumo: ：（

He waited patiently. Soon, Good Friend replied: Don’t be sad, I really appreciate you.

Shen Chumo wondered if he’d typed the symbols wrong. But his phone buzzed twice more, as if the sender was rushing to explain.

Good Friend: I’m at the same school as your sister! She posted your solution notes, and I happened to see them—they helped me so much. That’s why I wanted to thank you. You’re really smart, and you’re so attentive to your sister. She’s lucky to have a brother like you.

Good Friend: I really wish we went to the same school. How does the saying go? “To win a top student’s heart, never part till death.” Haha.

So that was it. Though something felt slightly off, Shen Chumo had no proof. He chose to believe.

He typed, erased, retyped—finally settling on a polite, Thank you.

Good Friend: Can we be friends? I get stuck on some problems, and I’d love to ask you. Don’t worry, it won’t take much of your time! If you like milk tea, I can order it to your house as tutoring fees :）

Shen Chumo: Don’t be sad. Okay.