Strategy to Conquer the Vicious Female Supporting Character [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Qi Lin: “…”

Compared to the last beginner world, the difficulty of this one was clearly much higher.

She glanced up at the clock hanging above the blackboard at the front of the classroom. According to the original host’s memory, there were still fifteen minutes left before class ended.

A thick stack of textbooks was piled on the desk. Qi Lin pulled out a compulsory mathematics book and began flipping through its contents.

She needed to understand the scope of the material. Otherwise, if she used methods beyond the syllabus during exams, she might not get full marks.

No matter how bizarre the storylines might be, the school setting in this world was very realistic, just as it had appeared to Qi Lin at first glance.

For example, right now, this was a summer remedial session for students moving up from the first to the second year of high school. After a few more classes, they would be dismissed for the afternoon, then enjoy a weekend off before registering for the new term.

For Qi Lin, who desperately needed to review textbooks on her own, this setup was very convenient.

Perhaps to drive the plot forward, No.1 High School had strict restrictions on on-campus dormitories. The original host rented an apartment outside the school and lived alone. This arrangement suited Qi Lin just fine.

Fifteen minutes later, Qi Lin had carefully skimmed through the last page of the book in her hands, just as the dismissal bell rang.

The balding math teacher didn’t hold them back this time and immediately announced the end of class.

Qi Lin put the math book back and got ready to leave the classroom right away.

At this point, the situation of the entire class ostracizing the heroine hadn’t happened yet. Although her deskmate Zhao Ting didn’t get along very well with the original, she wasn’t malicious enough to make things difficult on purpose. Zhao Ting lazily leaned forward, dragging her stool with her and leaving a small gap.

Hua Xiyu’s figure was quite slender, so Qi Lin easily slipped out.

[Qi Lin: 403, I’ll need your help in a bit. Can you do it?]
[403: Eh? What does the Host want me to help with OWO?]

By the time Hu Rui, the classmate who, according to the plot, was supposed to cause trouble for the heroine, came over, Qi Lin was already long gone.

Unable to find her, Hu Rui couldn’t carry out the promise she had confidently made to Murong Shuyan. Growing anxious, she immediately asked Zhao Ting, who was munching on a bag of crispy noodles, 

“Where’s your deskmate?”

Zhao Ting slowly bit into another mouthful, answering vaguely through half a mouthful of food,
“How would I know? Maybe she went to the bathroom.”

Her perfunctory tone was obvious. Hu Rui’s temper flared instantly. But she had more urgent matters at hand. Cursing “stupid fatty” in her heart, she hurried off to the girls’ bathroom to search.

But she was destined not to find her.

Qi Lin hadn’t gone to the bathroom at all, she was heading for the teachers’ office.

The office where the homeroom teacher worked.

A moment ago, Qi Lin had asked 403 to tweak a small piece of this world’s data. For an experienced system like 403, it was an easy task, leaving no irreversible effects. It was perfectly within the rules. As a result, all the other teachers in the office were conveniently out, leaving only the homeroom teacher inside.

The homeroom teacher was a woman in her forties with very ordinary features. She dressed extravagantly, with overly thick makeup that made her look greasy rather than youthful.

It was easy to tell, she was someone who loved beauty and refused to accept aging, but had no idea how to dress properly.

Because this teacher usually kept a stern face, the original heroine had always been quite afraid of her.

Qi Lin, imitating the original heroine’s timid personality, slowly edged over. She found the teacher watching a variety show on the office computer, holding a glass cup of floral tea, laughing so hard her eyes nearly disappeared.

Qi Lin called “teacher” several times in a mosquito-like voice before the woman finally noticed the living person standing beside her.

The teacher turned her head. When she saw it was Hua Xiyu, impatience instantly clouded her face.
“Hua Xiyu, why are you here again?”

Her tone was so harsh it sounded as though Hua Xiyu had made some huge mistake that absolutely had to be punished.

Qi Lin’s eyes immediately welled up with tears.

When it came to acting, Qi Lin was a professional.

The teacher grew even more annoyed at the sight, letting out a sarcastic laugh. Then, following her own assumptions, she continued,
“What now? Didn’t I already tell you last time? Why are you here again? Conflicts between classmates are perfectly normal. You’re already a teenager, if you can’t even handle this little friction and only know how to come crying to the teacher, then once you step into society you’ll just be a useless good-for-nothing, do you understand?”

Qi Lin lightly bit her lower lip. Her eyelashes trembled, and tears immediately slipped down as she choked out a soft defense,

“It’s not that I can’t handle a little conflict, it’s that they’re deliberately bullying me…”

Even when crying, the campus belle’s face was still breathtaking. What’s more, Qi Lin’s way of crying carried a deliberate elegance, like “a pear blossom bathed in spring rain,” fragile and pitiful.

But to the homeroom teacher, someone who loved beauty yet didn’t know how to be beautiful, watching a girl younger and prettier than herself cry so exquisitely only stirred disgust. She cut Qi Lin off before she could even finish speaking,

“Enough. Why are you crying? Did your dad die, or did your mom? What do you mean they’re deliberately bullying you? I’ve already told you, you need to reflect on yourself! Why is it that people always clash with you? Why don’t they have issues with anyone else?”

There it was again, the godlike “victim-blaming” logic.

Qi Lin rolled her eyes inwardly. So if I slapped you right now, would you ask yourself why I specifically slapped you and not someone else? Shouldn’t you reflect on that?

On the outside, though, Qi Lin completely lost control and began sobbing aloud.

“Why am I being bullied, teacher, don’t you already know the reason?”

That one sentence made the homeroom teacher’s heart jolt. Could this little girl have found out what Young Master Murong had arranged those classmates to do to her?

But then she thought, So what if she knows? What can she possibly do? She let out a mocking, ambiguous laugh, sipped her floral tea from a glass cup, then spat the petals back inside.

“Know? Know what? What would I know? What I do know is that girls your age love to imagine things all day long. But your main task right now is studying. Studying, understand? Have you even looked at your last exam scores? Honestly, putting a pig in a classroom to listen would perform better than you.”

The topic shift was smooth — too smooth. If it had been the original owner here, she probably would’ve been scolded into tears and fled the room already.

Qi Lin still had to keep crying, but she didn’t run. She stayed put and returned to the earlier topic,

“Teacher, you clearly know… You and those classmates are just carrying out someone else’s orders. That new designer bag of yours, wasn’t it paid for by him?”

Qi Lin was speaking nothing but the truth. Murong Shuyan had indeed bribed the homeroom teacher with money. Otherwise, with the teacher’s financial situation, affording such a luxury brand bag would’ve been impossible.

But the truth is always what people least want to hear.

The teacher was stung, nearly driven to shame-fueled rage. Without thinking, she slapped Qi Lin across the face and spat out a stream of filthy curses.

Qi Lin not only didn’t dodge, she tilted her head slightly to meet it.

As instructed earlier, 403 immediately adjusted some of Hua Xiyu’s physical data.

So with that slap, Qi Lin’s nose and mouth gushed bl00d, and she collapsed unconscious to the floor.

Just then, several teachers who had been out returned, exactly as 403 had arranged. At once they saw Qi Lin lying in a pool of bl00d, and the homeroom teacher frozen mid-slap, hand still raised.

On Qi Lin’s face, the purple-red handprint stood out vividly, the skin split open in places, irrefutable proof of what had just happened.

…How much force must it take to injure someone like that?!

One teacher quickly came to their senses and dialed 120, while another moved as if to carry Qi Lin to the hospital outside school, but didn’t dare touch her in such a state without medical training.

The small office turned into chaos in an instant. The homeroom teacher remained stiff where she stood, only regaining her senses after a long moment. Then, panic-stricken, she shouted, 

“Hua Xiyu, what, is she made of glass?! I barely tapped her! Couldn’t she at least dodge instead of collapsing like she’s dead?!”

Her first reaction after causing trouble wasn’t to solve it, but to shove the blame elsewhere. Truly the kind of thing this teacher would do.

And all of it, every last word and action, had already been recorded by the phone Qi Lin had set to record the moment she entered the office.

That’s right, Qi Lin came here today precisely to gather evidence.

Evidence that would get this homeroom teacher kicked out as soon as possible.

During one’s school years, a teacher’s actual power and influence are quite considerable. Although Qi Lin, as a mentally sound adult, could ignore the teacher’s deliberate targeting, a teacher like this would only bring endless trouble when it came to completing tasks.

In the original storyline, this homeroom teacher bullied the heroine plenty for Murong Shuyan’s money, and repeatedly hinted to her how much Murong Shuyan “loved” her, that as long as she listened to him, everything would be fine. She was practically one of the main reasons the heroine fell for the male lead.

Qi Lin was used to eliminating threats and troubles early on. As for a so-called “teacher” like this, utterly unworthy of being a role model, it was best to make sure she stopped teaching as soon as possible.

At No.1 High School, bringing phones during supplementary classes wasn’t prohibited, which gave Qi Lin the chance to make recordings today. The contents included not only the teacher’s excessive insults from earlier, calling Qi Lin “good for nothing,” sneering, “Did your dad die or was it your mom?” and “Even a pig sitting in class would learn better than you”— but also later recordings of scolding, slaps, and shirking responsibility. All of it was more than enough to force the homeroom teacher into early retirement.

The slap Qi Lin took this time landed hard, and with Class 403’s “help,” a mild concussion was inevitable. Such a desperate, self-damaging tactic, hurting herself to strike back, was truly a last resort. After all, Qi Lin was now just a powerless student, far less free to act than An Xiaoxiao in the last world.

Still, with the system’s support, although it was painful, recovery wouldn’t be difficult. Since she had no strong cards to play yet still needed efficiency and speed, Qi Lin knew she had to pay a price.

News of a teacher physically assaulting a student was bound to attract attention. Not long after Qi Lin came out of surgery, the media caught wind and rushed over.

Handing over the recording, then crying a little in front of the cameras, without even needing to exaggerate her misery, would have been enough to stir sympathy.

But Qi Lin didn’t do that.

She didn’t even accept the media’s interviews.