Saving the Obsessive Villain Boss [Quick Transmigration] (GL) - Chapter 26

At twenty-five past six, the school gate was thronged with people rushing to make it in the last five minutes, not daring to be late. Only two people stood out among the bustling students.

The blonde girl was followed by a pitiful little shadow, tears still unconsciously falling from her eyes. She tightly clutched an old blue school bag and stumbled along, squeezing into the school.

A small space opened up around them.

Firstly, no one dared to provoke the infamous Shi Qingyi, and they were also careful to avoid the ‘tail’ behind her.

The school gate was only half-open. It was so crowded when they entered that a girl accidentally touched the little shadow’s school bag. As the people walked past, she vigorously shook her sleeve, as if she had touched something incredibly disgusting.

“Isn’t that filthy…”

The words reached Jiang Zhiyi’s ears. Her face paled again. She was actually very clean, showering daily even without hot water. Perhaps the smell of alcohol clung to her from cleaning up this morning, or maybe it was the constant cold sweat she was breaking…

—Or perhaps, she hadn’t done anything wrong at all.

She instinctively lowered her head, wishing she could bury it in her school uniform. The girl’s fragile self-esteem was terribly vulnerable, sometimes completely unable to withstand a blow.

The girl who had cursed her was still adjusting her school bag when she suddenly felt a chill down her back. She looked up and met the blonde girl’s gaze. The girl looked back at her coldly.

She scanned her from head to toe, then let out a small scoff.

The bright morning sunlight fell on the blonde girl’s outer ear. The diamond stud on her fair earlobe was sparkling and expensive, immediately stinging the eye.

Her lowered gaze carried a hint of mockery, a gaze as cold as slivers of ice, freezing the girl’s disgusted expression.

Shi Qingyi glared at the person, then turned back to look at the little shadow behind her. The little shadow was trembling with her head lowered, timidly not daring to look up.

She finally acted aggressively, but the little shadow didn’t even look up.

At six thirty, Shi Qingyi finally entered the classroom just as the final bell rang. Jiang Zhiyi entered through the back door and headed straight for the rear of the classroom. Although she was already walking close to the wall, someone in the back row still dragged a chair, the steel chair leg scraping against the marble floor with a piercing friction sound.

Jiang Zhiyi’s spine stiffened slightly, and she walked a little faster.

Shi Qingyi’s eyes darkened. She looked up at the girl who had deliberately dragged the chair. Unexpectedly, it was an acquaintance—Deng Sisi.

“What did she do yesterday?”

“What do you mean ‘what did she do’?” The System was completely confused, having no idea what she was talking about.

“Deng Sisi—she locked Jiang Zhiyi on the rooftop all night, and there was a heavy rain. It almost cost a life. Is she just sitting here calmly attending the evening self-study class?”

“Oh, no, she wasn’t,” the System flipped through the script. “She skipped class to go to a concert, but it was canceled due to the heavy rain, so she went home to play games and sleep.”

Shi Qingyi: “…”

The System said earnestly: “Don’t expect humanity from cannon fodder. If they had that, Jiang Zhiyi wouldn’t have been driven mad.”

Shi Qingyi leaned against the classroom doorway with a cold face, not saying a word. She was naturally cold-faced. When she smiled, it was like spring blooming, but when she didn’t, she radiated a chilling aura, causing many people in the classroom to feel a chill down their spines.

Deng Sisi, as the math class representative, had to stand up under pressure: “Um, Classmate Shi, you contradicted Old He yesterday. He had someone move your desk out into the corridor…”

Shi Qingyi hadn’t noticed this until she mentioned it. Hearing this, she turned her head and looked toward the corridor.

“…”

Very well. As expected, the balding teacher had thrown her desk near the toilet door. Her brow twitched, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously pulled down. Her expression became even more unpleasant.

Seeing that the situation was difficult to manage, a certain girl in the back three rows, who was desperately stuffing breakfast into her mouth, quickly stood up and waved: “Qingyi, do you want to come and sit next to me? Lu Feng isn’t here today—”

Before she could finish speaking, a tall boy dashed into the classroom, collapsing onto the desk with his bag with a clang: “I’m only one minute late. Old Ban hasn’t arrived, right?!”

“…”

The classroom fell into an eerie silence. The atmosphere was extremely awkward. At the other end of the corridor, the clicking sound of high heels was already close by.

Old Ban (the class teacher) was about to arrive.

“I’ll go to the last row.”

The girl punched the boy who had rushed in. The boy, confused, let out a cry: “Why did you hit me?”

He quickly shut up because Shi Qingyi, who looked extremely displeased, sat down in the last row.

Senior Three Class Seven was considered a key class, with only about forty students. The last row was empty year-round, with the broom and trash can piled in the corner. Only one person sat there, isolated.

No one was willing to associate with her, let alone sit next to her, especially since—wasn’t she harboring those disgusting thoughts about Shi Qingyi?

Stared at by the countless disgusted looks in the class, Jiang Zhiyi lowered her head further, biting the corner of her mouth tightly.

Even Deng Sisi’s expression was a bit subtle. Shi Qingyi was truly miserable. There was no seat in the class, and she had to sit next to this disgusting person. It would be better to go to the toilet and bring her desk back now.

But the sympathy didn’t last long. Old Ban walked onto the podium and knocked on the blackboard with a textbook. Everyone quickly turned their heads.

The homeroom teacher of Senior Three Class Seven taught English. The female teacher, in her thirties, subconsciously scanned the class upon entering. She paused when she saw the glaring blonde hair. She thought that after such a big fuss yesterday, this troublemaker definitely wouldn’t come today.

It was fine that she came, saving her the trouble of approving her leave. As she shifted her gaze, she paused and moved it back again. Next to the defiant blonde hair was a small patch of brown, huddled tightly in the corner. She paused again, unable to resist frowning.

The moment Shi Qingyi arrived, Jiang Zhiyi shrank into the corner, half her body against the wall, desperately leaning further inward, as if Shi Qingyi were some sort of monstrous flood.

She was indeed like a monstrous flood. The girl carried a faint body scent. She didn’t sit properly, immediately leaning on the desk, ready to continue sleeping, coincidentally pressing down on the corner of Jiang Zhiyi’s book.

She dared not pull it out or move. Her mind was buzzing. A slight movement brought back the memory of the girl’s words she had heard outside the door while the girl leaned on the desk.

The corners of her mouth curved into a cold arc. Even the most hurtful words sounded beautiful.

“Is she that disgusting? I’m just messing with her—”

“Cough, cough, cough—” Jiang Zhiyi’s face paled further. She couldn’t help but cough out loud. The person in the front row was Jiang Jun, Deng Sisi’s best friend. She turned around at that moment, her eyes filled with revulsion and disgust, and slammed her book onto the desk.

“Are you going to let people memorize vocabulary or not? Isn’t that coughing annoying?”

When others don’t like you, everything you do is wrong. Even just coughing due to a cold is not allowed.

She dared not say anything, only desperately suppressing herself, trying her best not to cough. Her back was bent almost like a bow about to snap.

But discomfort was uncontrollable. The sound eventually leaked out. Jiang Jun turned around again, frowning impatiently. Just as she was about to say something, a book flew past.

The blonde girl seemed not fully awake. She half-lifted her head, her tone very unfriendly: “Are you annoying or what? Are you going to let me sleep? What, I’m the one coughing, do you have a problem?”

It was morning reading time, and everyone was supposed to be reading aloud. She slept with a clear conscience, not showing any weakness, and even dared to talk back.

She looked like she had a terrible morning temper. A crease in her beautiful eyebrows made people unable to say anything else. Jiang Jun backed down and sat back awkwardly.

The curse she wanted to utter was forcefully swallowed back.

She had wanted to curse her as a poor wretch, asking why she was going to school if she couldn’t even afford medicine, and why she didn’t just go back to scavenging trash.

Jiang Zhiyi had indeed scavenged trash, going out to sift through garbage in the frightening cold winter. Her hands were covered in chilblains. The world was small; she happened to run into a classmate coming downstairs to throw out garbage. At the time, they stared at each other in silence. Later, the news of the top student Jiang going out to scavenge trash slowly spread.

Even though she clearly had no particular odor, the rumors made it seem as if she had crawled out of a trash can.

Old Ban returned from the office with the assignments. The classroom resumed the sound of reading aloud, although there were occasional coughs, suppressed and low. No one said anything further.

After morning self-study, it was time for breakfast. Shi Qingyi was lying on the desk, continuing to rest with her eyes closed, when Old Ban called her awake. She was too lazy to stand up, only lifting half of her head.

Old Ban was so frustrated with her that she was speechless. She whispered: “Don’t be so excessive just because your mother talked to me. The math teacher just said a few words to you, and you had to run out and make such a scene and get drenched in the rain.”

She paused, then asked: “I heard them say you were coughing in class. Do you have a cold?”

Shi Qingyi seized the opportunity, nodded, and not wanting to listen to her nagging, buried her head back down to sleep. The teacher was slightly awkward, paused, sighed, looking helpless.

Perhaps assuming she was asleep, people outside the classroom were discussing her.

They clicked their tongues, whispering about how she didn’t even respect the class teacher. But wasn’t it not her who had the cold? Was she saying that just to skip class?

Just as they were saying this, a hacking cough came from nearby, tearing at the heart and lungs. Coughing, she bent over, her pale hands unconsciously rubbing her stomach.

The System whispered: “She must be hungry. She hasn’t eaten or even had a sip of water since last night.”

Shi Qingyi suddenly stood up and marched confidently into the office.

Even though she looked perfectly healthy, not showing any signs of a cold, she still successfully obtained a leave slip.

—The next class was math, and the class teacher didn’t want any more conflict.

It must be said that those people’s discussion successfully opened up a new avenue of thought for her.

The school’s infirmary was well-equipped, with a three-story building and specialized sickrooms. The building was donated by Shi Qingyi’s family at the beginning of the year and was still new. Shi Qingyi brazenly said she had a cold. The doctor looked at her, speechless for a moment, but still pushed up his glasses and professionally told her that an injection was the fastest way to get better.

Shi Qingyi looked at the prepared medicine, waiting to be injected into her arm, and suddenly stood up, shouting “Wait.”

The doctor’s hand, poised over her fair arm, stopped. His temple throbbed.

Jiang Zhiyi felt like a person drowning, only one breath away from sinking.

Cold, headache, fever, her stomach churning with agonizing pain, twisting so badly she couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to cough, but her body’s reaction was completely uncontrollable. She endured until her throat itched, but it wasn’t enough.

This was only one morning self-study session. How would she get through the whole day?

She slowly leaned her head on the desk, tightly covering her lower abdomen. The seat beside her was empty again. She had been there just a moment ago. Was it because she found her too disgusting? So she left right after morning self-study.

Sure enough, she knew it.

She trembled with pain. Cold sweat slid down her forehead. Her heart was a mess of emotions. For a moment, she didn’t know whether her body or her aching heart hurt more.

Someone kicked the leg of her desk: “Hey, Shi Qingyi wants you to go to the infirmary.”

The desk shook. The movement bumped her stomach. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, but she accurately caught the name.

There was a large clock in the classroom. She looked up at it. Class was about to start. The messenger was very impatient and kicked the desk leg again, keeping their distance, not wanting to get close.

“Hurry up and go.”

Don’t annoy that King of Hell and shift the blame onto me.

There was actually a bit of schadenfreude. This pervert liked girls, and she even liked that living King of Hell, Shi Qingyi. The school infirmary was hidden in the small grove. She’d probably get beaten up when she went over.

The last person who dared to lay hands on Shi Qingyi and threatened to make her his girlfriend, the school bully from the neighboring school, was beaten so badly he didn’t dare walk past the gate of No. 3 Middle School now.

Isn’t it just going to get beaten up? What else could it be?

Jiang Zhiyi held the desk and stood up, slowly walking out. The morning wind was very quiet, yet it felt colder than ever on her body. She seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of gloom, walking out listlessly.

Passing students couldn’t help but avoid her, as if she were a piece of disgusting garbage.

—

Shi Qingyi waited for a long time in the infirmary before finally seeing a person slowly emerge from the grove. She was bent over, head down, walking unsteadily, her calves trembling.

Her face was terribly white, almost colorless, but her ears were flushed red, as if she had a fever. Standing in front of Shi Qingyi, she looked like a flower about to wither.

“Classmate Shi…”

She didn’t even dare to call her “Qingyi.” Her voice was terribly hoarse and unpleasant. The more she spoke, the lower her head dropped, almost burying it in the dust.

Shi Qingyi leaned back in her chair, playing with her phone. She only glanced at her and casually told the doctor: “Give her the shot.”

Jiang Zhiyi didn’t know what kind of injection it was, and she didn’t feel like asking. Walking this far, her head was buzzing, and the nausea was getting worse. Maybe Shi Qingyi wanted to get revenge on her? You shouldn’t take random shots; they could kill people. But perhaps living wasn’t so good either…

Her head was so heavy, it felt like it was splitting open. Finally, she couldn’t support herself anymore. Her vision went black, and she collapsed with a crash, but she didn’t hit the floor as expected. In a blur, she felt someone catch her.

The doctor was speechless. He still couldn’t blindly give an injection against his conscience. Upholding his professional ethics, he went over to examine her. Just as he reached out to pry open Jiang Zhiyi’s mouth to check her throat, he was stopped.

The girl put down her phone, supported the unconscious person’s head on her lap, and gently pried open the girl’s cracked, feverish lips.

The doctor shone a light and took a look: “It’s quite serious. Tonsillitis. The medicine I prepared for you earlier is not suitable.”

You shouldn’t take random medicine, and you shouldn’t get random injections.

In a haze, Jiang Zhiyi seemed to feel someone gently rubbing her dry, cracked lips. The voice was distant and cold, showing no emotion: “Then change the medicine.”

“Also, could I trouble you to bring a cup of hot water?”

After a long time, Jiang Zhiyi felt something warm and liquid moisten her lips. Someone helped her up slightly. A warm cup was brought to her mouth, feeding her water.

Her throat was dry and burning. She eagerly leaned forward, but unexpectedly choked. She coughed violently, tearing at her heart and lungs, sputtering most of the water out. A hand gently patted her back. She realized she had coughed most of the water onto the person’s clothes, and she murmured apologies with her eyes closed: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… cough, cough, I didn’t, I didn’t mean to…”

But her eyes were too heavy. She couldn’t open them no matter what.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s nothing.” The voice was cold and aloof, but the hand patting her back was very gentle. It sounded very much like… Shi Qingyi’s voice.

The doctor was startled after taking her temperature: “It’s nearly forty degrees. No wonder she’s talking nonsense. She must be delirious from the fever.”

Then he gave Shi Qingyi a strange look. She’s burning up like this and didn’t ask for leave, but you, who’s perfectly fine, are so quick to ask for leave.

Shi Qingyi didn’t bother to pay attention to him. She held the water cup and carefully fed it to Jiang Zhiyi. She paused, seemed to remember something, and looked up again: “Do you have a tetanus shot here?”

She spread open the girl’s tightly clenched palm. Inside were scattered small cuts. Some were accidentally scratched while cleaning up broken wine bottles this morning, and others were wounds left from desperately trying to call for help and pulling on the iron door while trapped on the rooftop last night.

It was this very pair of hands that was still taking notes this morning.

—

Jiang Zhiyi was delirious with fever, not sure if she was still alive. Her soul felt like it had detached from her body, watching herself from afar.

She watched Shi Qingyi fetch gauze and iodine to clean the wounds on her palm. When she flinched from the pain, Shi Qingyi gently blew on the area. After cleaning, she gently rubbed Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine powder used for treating external wounds) on her forehead until she realized that the area hit this morning was swollen into a huge bump, which was why it hurt so much.

She thought she must be dreaming. Shi Qingyi held her, thinking about something with a complex and weary expression. After a long time, the girl lowered her head and lightly touched her forehead with her chin.

Jiang Zhiyi’s sleep was exceptionally long. When she woke up, she was alone, curled up in a chair. Shi Qingyi was still playing with her phone beside her. Seeing her wake up, she stood up and told the doctor: “Charge the injection to my name.”

After saying that, she picked up her school bag and left, without the slightest reluctance.

Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes dimmed. In a place unseen, she clenched her teeth. The few students nearby also revealed knowing expressions.

And at the same time, they thought the person was ruthless. How could one randomly take medicine and injections? To forge a leave slip and medical record, she made someone else take an injection. This was too…

Are rich people like this? But since the target was that disgusting bug, never mind.

The doctor was speechless. Shi Qingyi’s family donated half the school and bought her way in, so the doctor naturally knew her. He even received a text message from her mother this afternoon, asking how her cold was.

But the tetanus shot couldn’t possibly be for fooling her parents, could it?

He was a little confused but didn’t delve into what the students were thinking. It was none of his business anyway. He was just an injector.

Shi Qingyi skipped class brazenly, going back to sleep afterward, almost like a sleeping god reincarnated. Occasionally, a cough would still be heard in the classroom, a hacking sound that irritated people, yet no one said a single word.

They were hoping the closest person, Shi Qingyi, would erupt in violence, but she was so close and yet never said a word.

At ten o’clock when evening self-study ended, Jiang Zhiyi walked through the construction site. She walked slowly today, taking almost an hour to reach the alley entrance.

Her forehead was still faintly sweating, but it was much better than in the morning. The garbage at the alley entrance hadn’t been cleaned up, piled in a heap, with flies buzzing around it.

She stood at the alley entrance for a while, suddenly seeing something. She turned back just as a neighbor came over to dump garbage, filling the small gap.

Jiang Zhiyi’s face was deathly pale. In the desolate moonlight, she actually found a small soy milk cup.

—Printed with a familiar logo.

For some reason, she suddenly lowered her head to smell her palm. It was still scarred, not carefully bandaged as in her dream, yet when she lowered her head, she genuinely smelled a strong medicinal scent.

Jiang Zhiyi’s dull eyes, hidden in the darkness, suddenly came alive.