Saving the Obsessive Villain Boss [Quick Transmigration] (GL) - Chapter 28

Jiang Zhiyi was stunned. Her fingers stiffened slightly. After a long pause, she timidly turned her head. The blonde girl was still sleeping with her head down, seeming not to notice who was next to her at all.

Her tone was arrogant, domineering, and completely justified.

The workbook was brand new, with only a name written on it. Jiang Zhiyi bit her lip and reached out a hand to open it.

She had only seen this workbook when Old He asked her to go up and explain problems. Most of the questions inside were past exam questions. She was so poor that she couldn’t afford the fifty yuan printing fee, let alone this expensive practice material.

This was Shi Qingyi’s book. She felt uneasy, writing the problem according to Old He’s words, but in her heart, she wondered whether she should secretly lean her head over and glance at it while Shi Qingyi slept.

Just one glance, just one glance—

Before she could resolve her internal struggle, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and tapped the problem she was writing.

“You wrote this part wrong.”

The fingers were long and slender, the knuckles well-proportioned and beautiful, like finely carved ivory. Jiang Zhiyi looked blankly along the hand. Shi Qingyi was propping up her chin with one hand. There were still red marks on her face from sleeping for a long time. She looked over with sleepy eyes, yet her eyes were clear.

She was indeed beautiful, that kind of striking beauty. Unlike Jiang Zhiqin’s delicate, pitiable beauty, Shi Qingyi’s beauty carried a hint of inviolable coldness, an aloofness that made people dare not approach her rashly.

“Why are you looking at me?” But the beauty’s temper was clearly not good. She frowned and poked the workbook: “Look at the problem.”

“Mmm…” Jiang Zhiyi quickly lowered her head and corrected the mistake she had made, her heart pounding.

Actually, she had just been distracted and thinking about looking over. However, she suddenly felt bewildered. Why would Shi Qingyi know how to do this kind of problem?

In the final sprint stage of senior year, the problem Old He was discussing already belonged to the difficult category. It shouldn’t have been something Shi Qingyi would know how to do.

The System felt a little choked up: “Host, you need to remember that your character is an academic underachiever!”

“My apologies, I just happen to know it.” Shi Qingyi replied perfunctorily. Seeing that she had corrected it, she withdrew her hand and let out a small yawn.

“That student in the back, stand up and answer this question.” Old He adjusted his glasses. He had found her an eyesore for a long time. It was one thing for her to sleep, but what was the meaning of harassing her deskmate now?

Shi Qingyi stood up confidently and immediately stated: “I choose D.”

Old He’s eye twitched with anger. Just as he was about to explode and tell her to get out, Jiang Zhiyi quietly tugged at the girl’s sleeve, gathering her courage.

“…This is a geometry problem.”

Poor little Jiang’s voice was extremely soft and she was far away from Shi Qingyi, seemingly afraid that Shi Qingyi would eat her. Shi Qingyi leaned a little closer, her expression normal, waiting for her to continue.

The pleasant scent on the girl’s sleeve invaded her senses. Jiang Zhiyi’s face inexplicably flushed. She leaned even closer, almost resting against Shi Qingyi’s waist: “Just add an auxiliary point Q on line B.”

“Sit down and pay attention in class. Don’t think the teacher can’t see you.” Old He gave a meaningful hint, unclear whether he was telling her to be a decent person and not harass her classmate, or to pay attention in class and not sleep anymore.

Shi Qingyi was a person who cared about appearances. She genuinely didn’t sleep for the rest of the class. Jiang Zhiyi held her pen and took the class seriously, but her mind wandered for no reason.

The scent on her body seemed to be lemon, fresh and a little cold, but it also seemed a bit off…

Halfway through her thoughts, her throat became itchy. She couldn’t help but cough intermittently. Halfway through the coughing fit, a piece of paper was thrown over from the side, and then a stack.

She looked blankly at the person beside her. Shi Qingyi was holding a pen, seemingly drawing something. She didn’t even lift her head, her voice full of disdain: “Look at the blackboard, why are you looking at me?”

Then she threw a whole box of tissues over.

Perhaps it was an illusion. In the pale morning sunlight, Jiang Zhiyi actually noticed that the girl who always seemed to be high above her had a slight pink tinge to her ears.

After class in the morning, Shi Qingyi resolutely picked up her school bag and stood up. She tapped on Jiang Zhiyi’s desk: “Are you coming or not?”

Jiang Zhiyi raised her head from her desk, still a little confused: “Wh-where are we going?”

“Infirmary.” Shi Qingyi was concise. By the time Jiang Zhiyi regained her senses, Shi Qingyi had already reached the doorway. She dropped her book without thinking and chased after her.

Deng Sisi returned with her breakfast and saw Shi Qingyi picking up her school bag to leave at the doorway. She felt a twinge of envy, thinking that rich families were different. Skipping class was no big deal; the class teacher would even handle the leave for her.

Then she saw Jiang Zhiyi following behind Shi Qingyi, and her expression instantly became choked, as if she had swallowed a fly: “Qingyi, class starts in ten minutes. Are you going out for something?”

And she was even taking this disgusting thing with her.

“Yes, I am.” Shi Qingyi couldn’t be bothered with her, sidestepping her and preparing to leave.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Deng Sisi was persistent, adding a smiling follow-up. It doesn’t look like she’s taking her out to beat her up, does it?

“What? Are you going to go in my place to fake an injection?”

Deng Sisi’s face paled. Everyone knew the principle that “medicine is poison.” Why would she unnecessarily seek hardship when she wasn’t sick?

Shi Qingyi rarely had the patience to stop, leaning against the railing. She was tall, nearly one meter seventy. Leaning against the railing, the school uniform skirt outlined a slender waist.

Class was about to start. Boys from the class rushed back to the classroom one after another, stopping at the staircase, their eyes glued to the beautiful girl. Jiang Zhiyi keenly noticed the gaze falling on Shi Qingyi’s waist. She quietly moved a little closer, blocking the boys’ line of sight.

No one saw the inexplicable chill in her lowered gaze. The judgmental, interested way they looked at her made her feel extremely anxious.

She didn’t like anyone looking at Shi Qingyi like that, not even just a glance—

Shi Qingyi seemed to sense something and looked at her. The frail girl’s back was slightly curved. When Shi Qingyi looked over, she happened to be coughing softly. The slight tremor of her shoulder blades reminded her of someone for no reason.

When Xu Zhaosu’s health became very poor later, she often coughed like this in her arms. She was terribly thin, and her shoulder blades trembled slightly, like a fragile flower branch.

Shi Qingyi’s mind wavered for a moment, and then she glared at the boys next to her. The boys whose line of sight was blocked had their disgusted and angry expressions freeze. They hadn’t expected Shi Qingyi to actually protect Jiang Zhiyi and felt a bit embarrassed.

Shi Qingyi was a sharp, thorny flower. Who wouldn’t appreciate beauty? But no one had the courage to try and touch the thorns.

“No, no need. No need, Qingyi, you go and come back quickly. I’ll tell the class teacher for you.” Deng Sisi’s face was pale, and she was inexplicably relieved. It seems like she didn’t reconcile with Jiang Zhiyi after all. She was just using her as a casual excuse to skip class.

A hint of schadenfreude appeared in her eyes again. She was pulled along to get random injections and take medicine. Who knows what kind of problems that will cause?

The next moment, she saw Shi Qingyi impatiently grab Jiang Zhiyi’s hand and lead her downstairs. The smile on her face twisted and froze.

Shi Qingyi’s hand was warm. Jiang Zhiyi was a little bewildered when she grabbed her hand. The shadowy anxiety in her heart was quickly dispersed by that warmth. Her heart felt as if it had been clenched by that hand. The warmth of their skin touching reached her heart through her skin.

It had been a long time since anyone had held her hand. She didn’t even have anyone in her study group or anyone to walk home with.

After a long time, she quietly squeezed Shi Qingyi’s hand back. Shi Qingyi seemed to realize something and immediately let go of her hand, walking forward quickly, shaking her off.

Jiang Zhiyi felt a strange sense of loss. She sped up to follow her, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s: “Are you taking me for another injection?”

“What else?” The girl ahead was walking very fast, barely giving her a chance to stop. Her tone was aggressive: “Your coughing is driving me crazy. I can’t even sleep well in class.”

Jiang Zhiyi didn’t say anything, quietly walking behind her, stepping on her shadow. But in her heart, it felt as if she had long ago held a piece of candy that was quietly melting in her chest.

Actually, Shi Qingyi didn’t have to sit next to her at all, and she didn’t have to listen to her coughing.

But she definitely wouldn’t say those words out loud.

The doctor in the infirmary saw the two of them and lifted his eyelids, pointing to the room next door: “We happen to have an empty room today. The injection takes two or three hours. Go and sit in there. There’s a bed inside. You can sleep for a while if you’re tired.”

Cold medicine already contained sleep-inducing ingredients. The young girl in the morning had used Shi Qingyi as a pillow for a few hours, and that notorious troublemaker hadn’t said a word, genuinely acting as a human pillow all morning.

Two or three hours, her legs must have gone numb. It’s a wonder she can still stand up.

The doctor came over, hung up the IV drip, and went out. The room was small, only twenty or thirty square meters. There was a green plant on the windowsill, covering half the balcony. Shi Qingyi threw two books onto the bed and put on her headphones to listen to music.

“Read these properly. When you finish, write the homework for me.”

It was the English and History books for the next two classes, along with the Math workbook they had just gone over this morning. The basic curriculum for senior year was over. The rest was review and reinforcement. Reading was better than just sitting there awkwardly for a few hours.

Jiang Zhiyi was momentarily stunned. She had thought Shi Qingyi would absolutely never look at the class schedule.

“Okay.” Jiang Zhiyi nodded. With one hand receiving the IV drip, she held the book and began to read it seriously. “I’ll write it when I get back.”

—I’ll willingly write it for you.

Her voice was gentle and soft, sounding incredibly obedient, which made the bossy, academic underachiever Shi Qingyi feel inexplicably guilty.

“She’s sick and you’re bullying her like this, yet she still agrees. What a good-tempered girl. If you had any decency, would she have become the villain who destroys the world?” The System immediately felt disappointed with her.

“I know.” Shi Qingyi pressed her forehead, picked up her phone, and went out.

Jiang Zhiyi saw her about to leave and subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes, sitting up: “Where are you going?”

She was thin to begin with, and shrinking on the white sickbed made her look even frailer. Her chin was pointed, making her eyes look large and bright. Her hand covered the needle site, seemingly wanting to get out of bed and go with her.

“Don’t move. I’m going out to get something. I’ll be back in a moment.” Shi Qingyi couldn’t help but frown. The IV drip was just hung up. If she breaks away now, she’ll have to be stuck again.

“Then I’ll wait for you to come back.” Jiang Zhiyi finally relaxed and shrunk back, her gaze following the girl’s figure tightly until she was sure she had completely disappeared down the corridor before withdrawing her gaze and pressing the call button next to the bed.

Thanks to the wealth of Shi Qingyi’s parents, even a small school infirmary was equipped with several doctors and nurses. Hearing the buzzer, a young nurse immediately rushed over, asking with concern: “Did the needle come out? Is the fluid not dripping?”

The girl on the bed shook her head. She stretched out an exceptionally pale hand and pulled up her sleeve. The sleeve was pulled all the way up to her shoulder, revealing a bruised needle mark. The girl’s tone was gentle: “I came for a cold injection. I accidentally fell asleep during the injection, and when I woke up, I found another needle mark on my shoulder, so I wanted to ask what it was.”

She paused, then asked casually: “Was it a mistake?”

The young nurse must have been an intern. She was very sensitive about mistakenly administering an injection. Hearing this, she quickly shook her head: “It definitely wasn’t a mistake, don’t worry. There were only two people who came for injections yesterday. Besides the cold medicine, I only prepared one tetanus shot. Since it was injected into the deltoid muscle of the upper arm, it must be the tetanus shot. If you don’t believe me, I can go find Dr. Xu and get the record for you to see.”

Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes flickered. She quickly shook her head: “No need, no need. I was just asking casually. Could you pour me a glass of water, please? Thank you.”

The nurse was relieved. After pouring the water and checking the IV drip again, she left.

Jiang Zhiyi touched the needle mark on her arm. The tetanus shot must have been for her hands. She had said fiercely this morning that it was an excuse to skip class and give her parents proof, making her take the injection for her. But how could she explain the tetanus shot?

A spring breeze suddenly seemed to blow through her desolate heart, causing the completely dead thought to sprout again.

But this time, would it just be playing games with her again? Watching her become a laughingstock, pulling her back from the cliff, and then throwing her back into hell, thinking she was disgusting, just playing around—

Jiang Zhiyi abruptly closed her eyes, not daring to delve any further.

When she opened her eyes again, Shi Qingyi had returned, carrying a packed lunch box. The tempting aroma of the food spread throughout the small room. It was preserved egg and shredded pork congee and a plate of steamed buns. There were also a few steamed dumplings in another box.

Drinking only a cup of soy milk this morning was not filling at all. Her empty stomach could barely hold out when it wasn’t exposed to food, but now that it was exposed to the tempting aroma of food, it suddenly became unbearable. Sour fluid surged upward, and her stomach began to hurt from hunger.

Her stomach started to protest. The moment Shi Qingyi opened the lunch box, her stomach rumbled.

The noise was quite loud, especially noticeable in the empty space. Jiang Zhiyi’s porcelain-white earlobes were bl00d-red with embarrassment. She wished she could bury herself in the book.

But Shi Qingyi had already started eating, and there was clearly no share for her. She lowered her head, pretending she didn’t know anything.

It’s just being hungry for a while. Haven’t I gotten used to it? It’s nothing. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of her…

Shi Qingyi only symbolically took two bites of the bun before putting down her chopsticks, her voice tinged with impatience.

“I told them not to send it, but they insisted on sending it. I can’t finish it at all,” the girl lost her temper and directly set down the chopsticks, pushing the food toward the person curled up in the corner of the bed, her tone utterly annoyed. “Aren’t you going to eat it quickly?”

“…”

Jiang Zhiyi seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, the girl aggressively opened her mouth again: “Even leftovers, eat them for me!”

The food was practically fed to her. She dared not disobey Shi Qingyi’s words. She picked up the congee that the girl had just taken two bites from and slowly began to feed it to her mouth. It must have been freshly made. It was cooked with finely shredded fresh meat until it melted in the mouth, the steaming heat warming her heart.

No. 3 Middle School was the best school here. The food in the school cafeteria was relatively cheap compared to outside prices, less than ten yuan for a meal. But even so, Jiang Zhiyi brought her lunch from home.

Every time she ate in the classroom, the scornful looks were like blunt knives stabbing her heart.

Her thermos was long broken. At noon, it was either cold leftovers or preserved vegetables and steamed buns. It had been a long time since she had eaten hot food and soup during the day.

The steam inexplicably made her eyes feel hot. The bag was transparent, and she suddenly clearly saw that there were actually two sets of cutlery inside. The set Shi Qingyi had just used was placed aside. The set for her was new and clean chopsticks and a spoon.

She started eating slowly, but then she ate faster and faster. The emptiness in her heart seemed impossible to fill. Finally, she paused at the sight of the two sets of chopsticks, her wrists trembling slightly.

Tears, without warning, splashed into the hot soup, drop by drop.

She cried until her vision was blurred. Something seemed to break in her heart, and sour emotions flowed freely. But her hands kept stuffing food into her mouth, stuffing it non-stop, like someone starving who only knew how to gorge themselves, afraid that they would never get to eat again in the next moment.

“Stop, don’t eat anymore…” Someone finally couldn’t watch anymore. They reached out and snatched the hot soup from her hand. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl had never seen such heart-wrenching crying before and felt completely at a loss.

She was crying silently, yet there was a desperate hopelessness that tore at the heart.

The girl hugged her awkwardly, not knowing where to put her hands. Finally, one hand landed on her back, frantically tracing her thin spine. She tentatively patted it, lowering her voice to ask her.

“Is it too hot, or don’t you like it? I’ll go out and buy something else…”

Her tone was helpless and indulgent. In that moment, she was unbelievably gentle.

Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes were blurred with tears, but she thought to herself, She clearly said just now that her family sent it over and she couldn’t finish it, so she gave it to me.

She lied again—