Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Surrounded by teachers from various places, Gao Xing didn’t want to cause any trouble, so she spoke gently, “Teacher Song is here to learn today. Song Chaoyao, the math teacher asked me to call you—she’s waiting for you in the office now.”

Gao Xing was one of the few who could directly contact Song Chaoyao’s parents, so she wouldn’t openly defy a teacher. Still, she shot Wen Zhixu a resentful glance before turning to enter the office.

Wen Zhixu ignored Song Chaoyao. In fact, she felt that to clear up Chaoyao’s misunderstandings and emotional knots, she might even have to confront her own sister.

The first-year classroom was spacious. Gao Xing had arranged seats for the visiting teachers in advance. Wen Zhixu and Yang Yue chose a corner spot, turned on their voice recorder, and waited quietly.

Noticing that Wen Zhixu seemed to know the girl from earlier, Yang Yue leaned in and asked, “Do you know her?”

“Yeah,” Wen Zhixu sighed helplessly. “She’s my sister.”

There was no avoiding it—she was stuck with her, whether she liked it or not.

Yang Yue studied Wen Zhixu’s face carefully, then recalled Song Chaoyao’s features. “You two sisters are really beautiful.”

“Stop,” Wen Zhixu cut in quickly. “We’re not full-blooded sisters. Don’t ask. And don’t forget why we’re here.”

Wen Zhixu and Yang Yue had already agreed on their roles: one would talk to the students to learn more about Chaoyao, while the other would use the excuse of losing something to check the surveillance footage. The incident had only happened about two months ago, so the footage should still be available—unless the school had deleted it to protect its reputation.

Yang Yue said, “Don’t worry about me. I’ve already picked out the two girls in front of us—they seem friendly. I’ll chat with them about studies, then steer the conversation toward their top student, and then—”

“Shh.” Wen Zhixu covered Yang Yue’s mouth and glanced at the podium. “Class is starting.”

Though Gao Xing appeared kind, no one dared to slack off or act up in her class. But then again, students in this class were naturally disciplined.

During the lesson, Wen Zhixu spotted two familiar faces: Song Chaoyao and the timid, bespectacled girl from before. Coincidentally, they were seated together.

Wen Zhixu wasn’t paying attention to the lecture—her presence here was just a pretense. Instead, she focused on Song Chaoyao’s back. The next moment, Song Chaoyao turned around, locking eyes with Wen Zhixu. Though separated by over a dozen students, their gazes were equally hostile.

The classroom was warm, so Wen Zhixu glanced away and looked out the window. The narrow gap in the pane gave her a moment to breathe, keeping her from zoning out.

Outside was a small pond with scattered green lotus leaves. A rock garden stood not far away, hidden by trees—so inconspicuous that Wen Zhixu wouldn’t have noticed it if she hadn’t looked closely.

As soon as class ended, Wen Zhixu slipped out, stopped a random student to ask for directions to the surveillance room, and hurried over.

The moment she reached the door, a security guard blocked her path. “What’s the rush? Don’t you know students and outsiders aren’t allowed in here?”

“I’m not a student,” Wen Zhixu said, holding up her lanyard. “I’m a visiting teacher here today. I lost my ring and wanted to check where I might have dropped it. May I?”

The security guard looked troubled as he carefully examined the badge, then made a call to his supervisor. Upon learning Song Nuan was searching for something, the supervisor quickly agreed and even instructed the guard to assist in the search.

The smoothness of the proceedings took Wen Zhixu by surprise. It was at this moment she deeply understood the power of authority. She hadn’t expected the identity given by the system to be this useful—it was practically like holding the emperor’s token.

There were two computers in the security room, both capable of accessing surveillance footage. Positioned facing each other, Wen Zhixu deliberately chose the innermost one, secretly inserted her USB drive, and began searching for that day’s recordings.

The guard asked, “Miss Song, do you remember which areas you visited today? I’ll narrow down the search first.”

Wen Zhixu casually fabricated: “Class One, the hallway, the gazebo, the rock garden… maybe I lost it near the rocks.”

The rock garden was surrounded by trees, making any search difficult—perfect for buying herself more time.

To her surprise, the guard chuckled. “Miss Song must be joking. The rock garden is the only area in the school without surveillance cameras. If it’s really lost there, I’ll organize a search party immediately.”

No surveillance? Such an open area, typically popular among students, was the only place without cameras?

Wen Zhixu replied, “Perhaps I misremembered. Let’s check these other locations first. If we don’t find it, we can look there later.”

Having bought herself time, Wen Zhixu began operating based on her memory. However, the school had been cautious—the relevant footage had already been deleted, leaving only blank spaces with recordings retained for just one week.

Not wanting to leave empty-handed, she still copied the week’s footage onto her USB drive before pretending disappointment. “Maybe I should check the classroom and rock garden again. I didn’t find anything in the surveillance.”

The guard said, “Just let me know if you need anything, Miss Song. I’ll arrange for others to assist you. I’m on duty today and can’t leave my post, but feel free to ask for help anytime.”

“No problem,” Wen Zhixu nodded understandingly. “Thank you.”

She discreetly pocketed the USB drive and couldn’t resist asking her system mentally, “006, do you have any high-tech solutions? Like recovering deleted footage?”

Host, I’m just a newly matured system with the most basic upgrades. My capabilities will only improve as you complete more tasks.

She sighed. Normally, tasks progressed from easy to difficult, right? With no assistance in the early stages, she had to rely entirely on herself. What started as simply understanding Chaoyao’s dark transformation had turned into a full-blown mystery game.

After leaving the security room, Wen Zhixu called Yang Yue to meet behind the rock garden. They planned to blend in and investigate the school’s bullying situation. She refused to believe Chaoyao would bully anyone—the worst she’d do was ignore someone.

When Yang Yue arrived, she stared at Wen Zhixu in shock. “Wait, where did you remove your makeup?”

Wen Zhixu admired her reflection in a small mirror—her skin remained flawless. Tossing a sample of makeup remover to Yang Yue, she said, “Do you see anyone else here wearing makeup? Remember what we’re about to do—we need to blend into their PE class. We have to look the part.”

Yang Yue took the makeup remover and went to the sink to wash her face, muttering, “You’re so well-prepared, even bringing facial cleanser.”

“Of course,” Wen Zhixu replied smugly, but suddenly hearing footsteps, she immediately pulled Yang Yue down behind the pavilion and whispered, “Shh, someone’s coming.”

The school had excellent greenery, with trees and flowers planted around the pavilion. However, their hiding spot was a bit precarious—near a small pond. For safety, Wen Zhixu held her phone in one hand while gripping a pillar tightly with the other.

To Wen Zhixu’s surprise, the newcomers were Song Chaoyao and her deskmate, pushing a long-haired girl between them. The girl wore the standard uniform, had delicate features, and wore a bell bracelet that jingled softly as she was shoved.

Song Chaoyao pinned the girl against a rockery while her deskmate blocked the view. Song Chaoyao grabbed the girl’s chin and sneered, “I heard you know Song Nuan?”

??? Song Nuan, who had unwittingly stumbled into this drama, frowned in confusion. What the hell? How am I involved?

The girl panicked, “Not me—my sister! They were classmates!”

Song Chaoyao yanked her hair. “But I heard you bragging that Song Nuan likes you?”

Yang Yue, who had been gripping the pillar tightly, suddenly narrowed her eyes at Wen Zhixu, her expression screaming: “Girl, you had a high school admirer? And she’s underage!”

With her hair pulled and chin gripped, the girl could only mumble, “I didn’t say that—it was Song Nuan’s sister!”

A sharp slap left a red handprint on the girl’s cheek, bringing tears to her eyes. “As if someone like you could ever be worthy of our family!” Song Chaoyao scoffed.

Though Song Chaoyao’s parents kept a low profile, her academic performance alone made it clear she came from wealth or influence.

Song Nuan vaguely recognized the girl—she was indeed her college classmate’s younger sister—but she had never claimed to like her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I only lied because I was being bullied! I told them your sister liked me so they’d back off!” the girl pleaded.

Even in this elite school, there were troublemakers who picked on others for fun.

“Ding-ding-ding—”

Her deskmate warned, “Homeroom’s starting soon. Let’s go.”

Before leaving, Song Chaoyao kicked the girl and muttered something under her breath.

The girl crouched, clutching her stomach in pain as she sobbed.

Wen Zhixu stopped recording and approached, helping her up. “Does she bully you often?”

The girl, recognizing Song Nuan, winced but forced out, “Yes… Sister Song Nuan.”

Wen Zhixu sighed. “You should get to class.”

Once the girl left, Yang Yue emerged. “Guess we’re skipping gym today.”

“During break, I asked around. You know who’s ranked first now? Your sister’s deskmate—Zhang Lixin. She used to be Chaoyao’s deskmate, and they were close. Later, she testified against Chaoyao for bullying, which got her expelled with a permanent record.”

Wen Zhixu had a general direction in mind, but the evidence wasn’t sufficient. However, today’s video was undeniable proof. No matter what, she wanted the school to revoke Chaoyao’s punishment and clear her name.

“Let’s go outside first.” As soon as Wen Zhixu stepped out, she turned and ran into Chaoyao. Staring at the person before her in shock, she asked, “What are you doing here?”

Chaoyao held up her student ID, then glanced at the pavilion behind them. “Teacher Zhang said you came to Spring City, so I came to check on you. And… to go back with you.”