After Backstabbing The Villain, The System Allowed Me To Enter The Book Again - Chapter 7

Shen Huaixin stared at the words “Don’t be sad” for a long time, still unable to understand his meaning. Normally, shouldn’t it be “Don’t be sad, it’s not good”? They had agreed—why be sad?

Still, she roughly understood Shen Chumo’s thought process, realizing that he hadn’t fully grasped human social norms yet, so she didn’t dwell on it.

Even if he would become a future antagonist, he was still young and couldn’t outsmart a seasoned worker bee. Little did he know, she was running a dual-account scheme.

Using another phone number to impersonate Su Zihan, she gave him encouragement in a vague and ambiguous way, letting Shen Chumo think freely and connect the avatar and ID to Su Zihan. This way, if he ever asked Su Zihan about it in the future, even if it didn’t match up, it would just be his overactive imagination.

Even if Shen Chumo only remembered this in his heart and didn’t pursue the truth, it could build potential goodwill toward Su Zihan, while keeping her “villainous” persona intact. The more Shen Huaixin thought about it, the more she felt her own profound social intelligence at work. The system alert sounded just in time:

[Plot deviation value -5, current value 94. (Conclusion: Continue development, small world collapse imminent)]

Shen Chumo: Friend, it’s best if you can send me the questions a day in advance. I’m slow at solving them.

Of course, Shen Huaixin knew why he wanted them in advance: he was completely a temporary overlay, learning high school knowledge on the fly to solve problems. Being able to finish them by the next day was practically a prodigy.

Shen Huaixin didn’t hesitate and sent him a few photos: “Thanks, genius.”

She glanced at the last few completely blank problems and felt slightly embarrassed, playfully asking: “Are these too difficult? If you can’t solve them, it’s fine.”

Shen Chumo: No, the questions you sent me all have logic, not hard to solve.

Shen Huaixin thought for a moment and asked: “Then what does ‘illogical’ mean?”

Shen Chumo: Chinese, reading comprehension.

Unexpected, yet unsurprising. Just as Shen Huaixin suspected, he still didn’t fully understand human emotions and expressions, making it easy for people to misinterpret him.

Shen Huaixin: If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me. I might not know everything, but we can figure it out together. We’re friends now.

Shen Chumo: There is indeed one thing I don’t understand.

Shen Chumo: This afternoon, I think I made my sister angry, but I was just sitting in the living room, wanting her to see me first when she came home.

“……”

Shen Huaixin was speechless for a long while, unsure how to explain. Even she thought that outburst was illogical—how could she explain it to Shen Chumo?

Shen Huaixin: Maybe she was wronged at school, scolded by a teacher, or something else happened? Don’t overthink it; it’s not your fault, and you don’t need to constantly reflect on what you did wrong.

Shen Huaixin sighed: Maybe I’m just a lousy person.

Shen Chumo: Thank you for your comfort. I don’t think she is.

Shen Huaixin: If she’s not, then no one is, fool. In any case, protect yourself and don’t trust others too easily—advice from a friend.

Shen Chumo looked at the words on his phone, familiar yet strange. It was the first time someone told him “we’re friends,” thanked him for his help, and said he could come to her with problems.

He opened the photo with the questions, all blank except for a symbolic “Answer:” He had asked his tutor why, and the tutor replied that sometimes leaving it blank could get a few points when grading. Clearly, she knew this trick well.

But… why call herself a lousy person?

Shen Chumo touched the screen, tilting his head in confusion. The handwriting of “Answer:” and the lighting, plus the marks on the back of the exercises, were identical to yesterday’s photos.

So it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity…

Was she using another account because she was too embarrassed to apologize directly?

He remembered the complex feelings he had tasted when his book was torn and he was mocked—emotions he had never experienced before, especially when he was eagerly anticipating something. It was unpleasant, like chili lodged in the brain, painful like nails and fire, entirely unlike the sweetness of desserts. Familiar, yet something he felt before birth…

Late at night.

Shen Chumo woke from chaos, dreams vivid in his mind. Instinctively, he curled his fingers; the pain lingered but gradually faded. Realizing his nails were intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The warmth of the down quilt contrasted sharply with the wet and cold scene in his dream.

He still remembered the clinging wet clothes, the feeling of being bound, his shadow nowhere to hide, exposed to Shen Huaixin’s disgusted and resistant gaze.

Her face in thick makeup looked like a cold mask, eyes the only visible part. When the corners of her lips lifted, there was unrestrained curiosity and excitement, as if exploring his body’s structure and principles.

“You’re a monster, aren’t you?”

“……”

“Hey, idiot, speak,” accompanied by ringing in his head, sparks and white light flashing. After the blow, he barely caught her last words: “…recovered.”

Recovered what?

He propped up his head and followed her gaze to his finger. Bl00d from before was still on his fingertip, but the nail was intact—it was his first nail ever pulled out.

“Monster.”

She muttered, chest heaving, voice sharp: “I… I’m going to tell Mom and Dad. You’re a monster. You’re not their child! They’ve all been deceived by you!”

“I’m not a monster,” Shen Chumo curled his fingers, trying to avoid her gaze. “Sister, don’t tell them…”

The image of his mother’s gentle, loving expression rippled in his mind, blurry, gradually overlapping with Shen Huaixin’s malicious eyes, indistinguishable.

Shen Chumo felt a sudden panic.

“Please, don’t tell Mom.”

“Please me?” Shen Huaixin raised the corners of her lips, revealing white teeth, laughing in disbelief. “This is the first time you’ve asked me.”

Flashbacks of memories, sealed for long, real enough to suffocate. Shen Chumo came back to reality, looked at the quilt beneath him, hands spread out, turning them over to carefully examine them. These long, clean hands were healthy and uninjured, never touched by knives, ignorant of pain.

Would the real Shen Huaixin do such a thing?

She scolded and glared at him, yet seemed never to actually hurt him, alternating fear and anger, yet secretly caring. He had seen this online—siblings often belittle each other but rely on each other, aligning with some of her actions.

She just wouldn’t acknowledge him as her brother.

The next day.

Shen Huaixin had adapted to the school rhythm. Though waking early, it was easier than working. She saw Su Zihan walking ahead, knowing Qi Yi must have gone to buy breakfast, so she didn’t walk with her.

Ah, young love is fun to ship. Shen Huaixin smiled like an auntie and suddenly remembered something. She quickly took out her phone and snapped a photo, capturing the girl in school uniform in the morning sunlight, unaware that Qi Yi holding bread appeared in the corner.

Unfortunately, the two were soon joined by two male protagonists in their little team, later leveling up and fighting monsters with their powers. Naturally, the author’s ulterior motive wasn’t the battle but the post-battle clingy scenes—adrenaline and hormones elevating, giving many scenes dual meanings.

She quickly typed a few words, mimicking the female protagonist’s tone, and posted it on “Han’s” friend circle: “The sun is so nice. Today is another energetic day.”

Too positive—what in her old world would be called “positively evil posting.” Shen Huaixin herself would have only numbly thought about the world’s end.

Unexpectedly, soon after posting, it got a like. No need to guess—it was Shen Chumo, the only friend on this account. A few minutes later, a comment appeared: “Good morning.”

Two words. Shen Chumo took several minutes, carefully adding a period. He was very serious. Shen Huaixin tapped a like, the red heart lighting up.

[Plot deviation value -1, current value 93. (Conclusion: Continue development, small world collapse imminent)]

So easy to appease.

Shen Huaixin reached the classroom, sat down, and prepared to take out her homework when her phone notified her of a new message—photos of fully answered problems, extremely clear.

…Shen Chumo didn’t stay up all night, just working on the questions, right?

Shen Huaixin felt a little guilty, but this was timely news for her. She hurriedly opened her workbook, copying the answers swiftly. Within minutes, she wrote down the solutions and reverse-engineered the thought process, understanding vaguely.

She pondered it throughout morning reading.

“Xinjie,” Fang Xiao Zheng approached during morning exercise, reporting last night’s study results, “I watched the ‘Adventure with Lord Long’ you recommended. It’s fun, but… we’re just going camping. Do we really need this?”

“Of course we do. Why wouldn’t we?” Shen Huaixin said seriously. “Look, for camping, you need to learn how to filter water, start a fire, and ensure safety.”

Fang Xiao Zheng thought for a moment: “Water filters, lighters, mosquito repellent?”

“What about food?”

“Compressed biscuits, instant noodles?”

Shen Huaixin nodded: “Makes sense. Bring more, and you guys—”

She turned to the two eavesdropping companions: “Remember, before vacation, stock up on food that can last. I don’t want to be left hungry or cold, understood?”

Shen Huaixin knew Fang Xiao Zheng’s fate, but was uncertain about the two unnamed companions—most likely they would also be contaminated.

Would this affect the plot? Shen Huaixin didn’t know. But since the system hadn’t warned, it was within reasonable range and didn’t break character. In short, do what you can, leave the rest to fate.

At noon, sunlight warmed her. Shen Huaixin looked up at the sky, as blue and vast as her world, suddenly feeling a tickle in her throat, like a long-buried seed about to sprout.

Being in a story, any unconventional endeavor was worth trying.

A boy walking past the back row caught sight of her gentle, involuntary smile. She tilted her head, facing the sky, neck long and graceful like a free bird. The boy’s heart skipped a beat.

A typical underachiever in the teacher’s eyes, he loved everything besides studying—especially the internet and games—and often wandered school forums.

Recently, in unnoticed corners, posts about Shen Huaixin quietly increased. Discussions about the school beauty’s status resurfaced.

Previously, Su Zihan had won overwhelmingly in a vote, but recently the title of school beauty seemed at risk. Shen Huaixin, notorious for her audacity and noble family background, looked down on everyone equally.

Thus, debates arose repeatedly: should the school beauty title consider not only appearance but also virtue, talent, and other admirable qualities?