Saving the Obsessive Villain Boss [Quick Transmigration] (GL) - Chapter 34

The school gates were only half an hour from closing when Song Zhiming finally put his arm around Deng Sisi’s waist and left the classroom. The sky was dim and the lights hadn’t been turned on, so they didn’t notice the frail figure crouching by the back door.

It wasn’t until their figures had completely disappeared into the distance that Jiang Zhiyi straightened up. Her legs were numb from crouching, and she slowly walked into the classroom, supporting herself against the wall.

A strong, acrid smell of smoke lingered in the back row of the classroom. Jiang Zhiyi was choked and coughed twice. The dim yellow light from the playground outside the window fell on the desk, clearly illuminating the cigarette ash dropped on Shi Qingyi’s desk.

Shi Qingyi was the most meticulous about cleanliness, and she was aloof. If she knew about this, she would definitely be angry.

The girl rolled up her sleeve and gently wiped the desktop. She then took a piece of toilet paper, dampened it, and meticulously wiped her spot until it was spotless, scrubbing until her wrist turned red.

How could these filthy creatures from the gutter come even a little close to Shi Qingyi? Just thinking about how they were badmouthing her behind her back made her heart feel as if it were burning with a ball of fire.

“Isn’t it just relying on having a few stinking dollars at home? Acting all stuck-up every day, really thinking everyone wants to curry favor with her. The way I see it, some people, even if they suddenly become nouveau riche one day, still can’t change their true nature. Hanging out with those people every day, being dirty and impure, what good things could come of it…”

Jiang Zhiyi closed her eyes, her long, upturned lashes trembling slightly, concealing the chilling coldness in her clear eyes.

She scrubbed the desk with almost maniacal force, not stopping until the smell of smoke was completely gone. The damp paper towel wet her sleeve, and water trickled down her wrist bone, drop by drop. She leaned in again to sniff, making sure there was no lingering smell of smoke or the greasy scent of perfume before finally throwing down the paper towel.

The washroom was just outside the classroom corridor. She went over to wash her hands, vigorously rubbing the backs of her hands and her palms until they were red and hot, and only when she couldn’t smell a trace of smoke did she turn off the faucet.

As she was leaving the classroom, she paused. The dim light partially concealed an unspoken sense of possessiveness and surveillance.

She stopped for a while but still couldn’t resist going back. Her heart pounded, and she accurately reached out and pulled out Shi Qingyi’s rough draft notebook, which was tucked inside a book.

Afraid that the water on her hands would stain Shi Qingyi’s notebook, she carefully wiped her hands dry before cautiously opening it. In the blurred light, she could only make out a silhouette, but as soon as she opened the first page, the girl’s fingers suddenly froze.

The rough draft notebook wasn’t filled with drafts; instead, it was seriously filled with drawings.

The drawing was of a girl holding a pen, pretending to be deep in thought but secretly glancing sideways. Only the outline was drawn with a liner pen, but the expression was lifelike, perhaps a close-up sketch—

Her hands began to tremble slightly, and her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. She hurriedly flipped backward. Every page was full, and the protagonist was the same person.

A girl standing alone on the playground waiting with a school uniform draped over her arm, a girl walking with her head down in the sunset, and a girl seriously doing her homework. Without exception, they were all the same person.

—The person she was most familiar with.

A faint light from a flashlight suddenly shone through the window. It was time for the doors to be locked, and the security guard began patrolling the empty teaching building.

Jiang Zhiyi closed her eyes abruptly, hastily closed the rough draft notebook, and rushed out the back door just before the teaching building was locked, stumbling all the way as she ran outward.

At first, she was just walking, but then she got faster and faster, her feet seeming to take flight. The cool breeze of early autumn blew on her face, but all she could feel was the heat on her cheeks.

Something was knocking against her heart, knocking against the thin skin and flesh. A huge wave of joy filled her chest, and even her breathing seemed to carry a sweetness.

She still didn’t make it. The school gate was already locked. A small light was lit at the security office. Staying too long at school would result in being escorted to the Dean’s office, and she might even get a demerit. Even if the teacher was merciful enough not to give a demerit, her parents would definitely be called. Thinking of that drunkard, Jiang Zhiyi subconsciously bit her lip, then turned around and went to the adjacent wall.

The school wall of the No. 3 Middle School was only one and a half persons high, and evergreen camphor trees were planted all around it. These trees were decades old, and their branches were neatly trimmed. It wasn’t difficult to climb up. People who usually skipped class would run out from here.

As a model student, Jiang Zhiyi had never climbed this wall, but she had secretly watched Shi Qingyi climb over it countless times to go out and play.

She calmly hung her schoolbag on a branch first, and then, following her memory, climbed up by stepping on the cut tree stumps. When she finally climbed onto the wall, she glanced down.

On the other side of the wall, there were no camphor trees to cushion the fall. It was almost two meters high; jumping down would at most result in some injuries, but wouldn’t kill her. She quickly adjusted, and just as she was about to jump down, a person stepped out from the shadow beside the wall.

Shi Qingyi had waited for a long time without seeing anyone. When she heard the school gate clang shut, she knew it was over—Jiang Zhiyi was trapped inside. Her first thought was this spot, and when she came over, she indeed saw the little pitiful hanging on the wall.

Jiang Zhiyi, who had just been about to jump down, saw Shi Qingyi and her expression instantly changed. She clung to the top of the wall and looked at her timidly. Those innocent and pure eyes made people’s hearts soften.

—Even knowing it might not be real, she was still fooled.

The blonde girl helplessly reached out her hand, her voice unexpectedly gentle: “Come down, I’ll catch you.”

“Hey, you over there, what are you doing?” Seemingly noticing something was amiss here, the security guard’s flashlight swept over, and the person began to run toward the wall. The dazzling flashlight made Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes go white, and she subconsciously turned her head away.

“Hurry up and come down.” Shi Qingyi reached out, watching the security guard get closer and closer.

Jiang Zhiyi closed her eyes and let go. After a long moment, she fell heavily into a soft embrace.

Countless times in her life, she had thought about jumping from a high place to end her life, but she had never truly jumped down without any hesitation. That was the first time she completely trusted someone, and that person caught her steadily.

By the time the security guard caught up, all he could see were the figures speeding away. The blonde girl was riding a bicycle, quickly and wobbly escaping the scene.

The brown-haired girl behind her was tightly clinging to her waist, afraid of being thrown off.

“Let’s see if you dare to stay that long next time.”

“Something was left behind,” Jiang Zhiyi whispered in defense, then quickly promised, afraid of upsetting her, “I won’t dare again… Were you waiting for me specially?”

“Who was waiting for you?” The blonde girl’s back stiffened for a moment, and she turned her head away, self-righteously, “I just happened to leave late.”

“Mm-hmm.” Jiang Zhiyi softly agreed with her, but her hands unconsciously tightened around her waist.

If it were before, she might still have doubts, but now she had seen those drawings—

Joy was boiling over, filling her entire heart. The happiness in her heart was like a huge piece of candy, almost expanding until it would burst. Shi Qingyi smelled wonderful, a faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, pleasant even in the summer.

She secretly sniffed, memorizing the scent.

Shi Qingyi seemed to let out a soft snort, and after a long time, one hand handed over a piece of candy. Her steering with only one hand made Jiang Zhiyi a little scared. She put her arms around her waist and whispered in her ear: “Be careful, okay?”

The delinquent girl turned her face away. The girl’s warm breath landed on her neck, causing a subtle tickle. After that, she truly didn’t let go of the handlebars the entire way.

She accompanied Jiang Zhiyi all the way home. As they parted at the intersection, Jiang Zhiyi watched her slowly leave. The girl was wearing a white dress today, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, unstained.

Jiang Zhiyi’s heart was so soft she didn’t know what to do. She gently clutched the necklace on her chest, her eyes filled with quiet and obsessive tenderness.

She was actually used to some things. After all, she had lived like this for so many years, hadn’t she? All she had to do was endure it, and it would pass. But why did they have to treat Shi Qingyi that way?

Calling her a lesbian, saying she was disgusting, flicking cigarette ash on her spot, isolating her, and even smashing the necklace her family gave her—

She didn’t care what they called her, but why did they treat Shi Qingyi like this? Was it just because she had pulled herself out of the mud, so she was unforgivable?

She walked back step by step, treading on the sunset, clutching a handful of candy. She tore open the wrapper and cherished a piece in her mouth.

It was really sweet, just like the girl she liked. She should live a life free from any suffering, cherished in the palm of someone’s hand. Even if there was great malice and hatred, at least, it shouldn’t be directed at her.

From far away, she could hear the sounds of beating, scolding, a woman’s crying, and things breaking from the small shed. Jiang Zhiyi held her schoolbag and waited quietly in the alley for a long time, eating one piece of candy after another. Even when her teeth hurt from the sweetness, she still wanted to keep eating.

After waiting for a long time, the sounds gradually disappeared, and she took out a small bottle of little white pills.

She closed her eyes wearily. This should keep him quiet for a while.

The senior year physical education class was once a week, and every session was incredibly precious. On the rare occasions when it didn’t rain, most boys gathered on the playground to play basketball, while girls sat in groups of two and three under the trees. With so many people on the playground, no one noticed the few who quietly disappeared.

In the woods outside the teaching building, the class monitor Song Zhiming, who had just been playing basketball outside, came to the teaching building alone under the pretense of changing his uniform. Waiting under the lush camphor trees was Deng Sisi.

Although some things were tacitly understood, dating in the senior year was strictly prohibited. Usually, there were teachers overseeing the classroom, so this was a rare time for the two of them to be alone.

Like dry wood and fierce fire, the two embraced and kissed. Just as they were passionately kissing, a basin of cold water suddenly poured down on their heads, the chilling water making them shiver.

“Damn it, who the hell did that on purpose?”

Looking up, they saw the senior classes’ classrooms above. With the uniform PE class, everyone was outside. No one answered. The huge teaching building was silent, only the wind gently blowing, chilling them.

On the third-floor corridor, Jiang Zhiyi put down the bucket of water she had brought from the washroom, expressionlessly pouring the entire bucket of dirty mop water down. The sound of the pouring water and the curses came up together.

She showed no sign of emotion, picked up the bucket, and was about to leave the scene. Just as she turned around, her whole body was fixed firmly in place, unable to move.

The bucket clattered to the floor, and the remaining water splashed all over her arm, icy cold. Her heart instantly sank.

—The blonde girl was leaning against the stair railing, quietly watching her.

Her heart immediately went cold. It was over.