Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Wen Zhixu took Chaoyao to Nanjing Normal University—not only was it her alma mater, but it also seemed to be Chaoyao’s top choice for the future. Wen Zhixu thought that giving Chaoyao a preview of campus life might spark some anticipation and keep her from doing anything illegal later.

She was curious. Chaoyao’s favorability toward her had risen quickly, but the blackening value remained stubbornly at 50%, neither increasing nor decreasing.

She knew it had something to do with the orphanage director and the Song family. So, Wen Zhixu planned to tackle the first issue when she returned home this year—exposing the Song family, threatening them, and helping Chaoyao return to school.

No matter how kind and gentle a girl was, if she grew up in darkness, a brief glimpse of sunlight wouldn’t be enough to change her completely. The only way was to bring her into the light and let her find her own way.

“Nanjing Normal University…” Chaoyao murmured as she got out of the car, staring at the familiar gates. “This is your school, right?”

It had once been Chaoyao’s dream too. As a child, she had planned to become a teacher—to help more children, to save them. When she first got into high school, she had come here alone, lingering outside the gates. Without a student ID, she couldn’t enter, so she could only imagine her future university life from afar.

Wen Zhixu flashed her student ID and led Chaoyao inside without hesitation. She rented an electric scooter and took Chaoyao on a tour around the campus. “I’m reliving my college days, and I’ll show you around while I’m at it.”

Then she tucked the student ID away carefully. “We can’t lose this, or they won’t let us back in.”

Chaoyao suggested, “How about I hold onto it? My pocket has a zipper.”

“Sure.” Wen Zhixu immediately handed it over, zipping it securely into Chaoyao’s pocket. “Then our fate today is in your hands!”

Chaoyao’s face warmed. “Okay…”

Arms wrapped around Wen Zhixu’s waist, Chaoyao felt the cool evening breeze against her face. As they sped up, the wind grew stronger, tousling Wen Zhixu’s hair. The strands brushed lightly against Chaoyao’s cheeks, carrying a sweet scent of honeydew melon.

The campus was vast. Wen Zhixu slowed down in crowded areas, letting Chaoyao soak in the youthful energy, the liveliness and beauty of university life.

Then Wen Zhixu spotted a sign: Campus Music Festival—Location: Main Field.

She turned to Chaoyao. “Want to check out the music festival? Looks fun.”

Chaoyao nodded eagerly. “Let’s go!”

The field wasn’t far, but part of the path wasn’t scooter-friendly, so Wen Zhixu parked nearby and held Chaoyao’s hand as they walked the rest of the way.

When they arrived, they saw a crowd of students waving glow sticks and cheering for their favorite performers. Multicolored neon lights illuminated the field, painting the sky in vibrant hues. The atmosphere was electric.

Wen Zhixu pulled Chaoyao into the crowd. The university was big enough that two unfamiliar faces went unnoticed—after all, how many people truly knew everyone here?

Though small, the concert was lively, and the crowd was now hyped up for the high-energy songs. The air buzzed with youthful excitement. Wen Zhixu tugged Chaoyao to her feet, dancing along with everyone else. Then she leaned in close to Chaoyao’s ear and whispered, “You could apply here too. I’m giving you a taste of university life early. Remember—college is amazing, and so is your future.”

Chaoyao was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, “Okay.”

“Which major are you guys in?” the girl beside them asked with a smile.

Wen Zhixu replied, “Applied Mathematics.”

As the song ended, the girl and her roommate leaned forward, greeting them warmly. “We’re freshmen this year. Are you two roommates? You seem really close.”

Wen Zhixu nudged Chaoyao with her elbow, signaling her to engage. Since Chaoyao would be attending this university in a few months, getting to know some seniors beforehand wouldn’t hurt.

Understanding Wen Zhixu’s intention, Chaoyao took the initiative. “I’m Chaoyao, a high school senior planning to apply here next year. This is my… girlfriend, Song Nuan. She graduated from this university and was also my teacher.”

Silence fell over the group—including Wen Zhixu.

Then, covering their mouths, they gasped before quickly calming down. “Welcome! Chaoyao, let’s exchange WeChat. If you get in next year, you have to tell us—we’ll show you around campus!”

The girl who had first approached them asked, “Senior, I’m Tang Ziru. Can I add you on WeChat too? If we run into any problems later, could we ask you for advice?”

Wen Zhixu pulled out her phone. “Of course.”

Tang Ziru added excitedly, “Senior, the gates close at eleven. There’s an event later where couples can go onstage to sing and win a pair of rings. Do you two want to join?”

Wen Zhixu was usually up for fun and didn’t mind performing, but she wasn’t sure if Chaoyao would be comfortable—especially since appearing onstage would leave a lasting record.

To her surprise, Chaoyao immediately said, “If she agrees, I’ll go up.”

Wen Zhixu smiled. “Okay, then I agree.”

Chaoyao gazed at her tenderly. “Then we’ll participate.”

Tang Ziru was thrilled. She and her roommate had noticed the two from the start—women’s intuition wasn’t wrong. She’d sensed they were a couple right away, both stunning and perfectly matched. She jumped up, dragging her roommate along. “I’ll go sign you up now! You’ll need masks onstage—I’ll pick some out for you. Wait here!”

As soon as she dashed off, Chaoyao asked, “Was that okay? This is your school… Are you comfortable with me openly acknowledging our relationship?”

Wen Zhixu replied, “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s the truth, isn’t it? If it’s the truth, you can introduce me however you like. So, what song do you want to sing?”

Chaoyao slipped her headphones onto Wen Zhixu, letting the melody envelop them. Wen Zhixu recognized it instantly—it was a song she’d introduced to Chaoyao. Back during a boring evening study session, she’d gone to find Chaoyao and, seeing her asleep, played it for her. She hadn’t expected Chaoyao to remember it all this time.

“Is this okay? Just this one,” Chaoyao asked. “After you recommended it, I listened to it a lot.”

Wen Zhixu nodded. “Of course. It’s one of my best songs—I’ll show off my siren-like vocals for you.”

Truthfully, Chaoyao had heard Wen Zhixu sing before. They often went to the rooftop to unwind, and sometimes under the moonlight, Wen Zhixu would sing, occasionally even pulling Chaoyao into a dance.

She thought Wen Zhixu’s voice was beautiful, and her dancing was enchanting.

Chaoyao had never seen a fairy before, but whenever moonlight draped over Wen Zhixu’s dancing figure, she was certain—that was what a fairy looked like.

Tang Ziru and the others returned with some items, holding two masks—one of a fox and one of a rabbit. She first glanced at the masks in her hands, then observed Wen Zhixu and the other girl before finally handing the fox mask to Chaoyao and the rabbit mask to Wen Zhixu. “Senior Song Nuan, I’ve already signed you two up for the event. There are three couples participating in total, and we’re definitely rooting for you!”

Chaoyao helped Wen Zhixu put on her mask before handing hers over and leaning in close. Once they were both masked, Tang Ziru led them behind the curtain where the other two couples were already waiting. Since they were the last to register, they would also be the last to perform.

Tang Ziru didn’t leave. She insisted on personally escorting them onstage, all the while teasing them about their relationship dynamics, gushing over how perfectly matched they were—so much so that she guessed they were a couple at first glance.

The other two couples soon joined the conversation. One pair, fourth-year students about to graduate, couldn’t hide their admiration for the freshmen, their words and gazes brimming with delight.

Chaoyao’s face grew increasingly flushed. Accustomed to solitude, she rarely found herself surrounded by such chatter. Some of the questions even felt too bold—things their teachers hadn’t covered yet.

But Wen Zhixu was effortlessly sociable. She introduced Chaoyao to everyone, and though Chaoyao remained quiet, she gradually warmed up, occasionally even smiling.

Time flew by. After the singers finished their performances, it was the couples’ turn—a segment the students eagerly anticipated, judging by the constant cheers outside. Soon, it was Wen Zhixu and Chaoyao’s turn, and true to her word, Tang Ziru watched as they took the stage.

The moment they stepped out, the crowd fell silent—whether in surprise, contemplation, or anticipation. But just a second later, applause erupted, and someone even shouted, “Kiss!” Chaoyao lowered her head further, her heartbeat quickening.

When the time came, Wen Zhixu took the microphone and, after exchanging a glance with Chaoyao, began singing. Throughout the performance, they interacted naturally, their masked gazes meeting under the soft glow of the lights, guided by the music.

Yet Wen Zhixu couldn’t shake the feeling that Chaoyao looked strangely familiar behind the mask. Her heart skipped a beat before racing wildly.

As the song ended, the audience erupted in thunderous applause, with more shouts of “Kiss!” The host, worried the small music festival might make headlines and concerned about the girls’ comfort, quickly intervened to calm the rowdy students and wrapped up the event. Though Wen Zhixu and Chaoyao didn’t win first place, the host gifted them the masks.

Leaving the field, Wen Zhixu and Chaoyao wandered to a quiet riverside. Under the streetlight, Wen Zhixu gazed at Chaoyao, her eyes slightly reddened, and said softly, “Take off the mask. Chaoyao.”

Slowly, Chaoyao removed it, her eyes never leaving Wen Zhixu’s. “Okay.”

Wen Zhixu traced her fingers along Chaoyao’s eyes—like a clear summer spring, her light-colored irises deep yet transparent, flecked with starlight. Her delicate lashes cast a faint, veil-like shadow.

“Shall we kiss? I mean, a real kiss?”

Chaoyao’s eyes flickered. “Hmm?”

“Not just a peck.” Wen Zhixu rose on her toes and brushed her lips lightly against Chaoyao’s. “That’s a peck.”

Chaoyao whispered, “Then… let’s begin.”

Wen Zhixu pressed his lips against hers in a kiss, their mouths tightly sealed together. Intermittent gentle nibbles sent electric currents coursing through their bodies, leaving them tingling and weak. Their scorching breaths mingled as the kiss alternated between intensity and tenderness—a dance of restraint and desperate longing.