Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 26

The cafeteria was crowded, and their slightly raised voices had already drawn the attention of many classmates. Wen Zhixu lost her appetite and didn’t want to disturb others, so she decided to drop the matter.

“Then tell them you’ve delivered the message. You can leave now.”

Song Chaoyao laughed. Her looks were the bewitching type—even with just a touch of lipstick for school, her naturally thick lashes made her stunningly beautiful. Standing beside someone meticulously dressed, she still effortlessly stole the spotlight.

“As you wish, dear sister,” Song Chaoyao teased, raising an eyebrow before turning to leave, throwing a flirtatious wink over her shoulder.

After Song Chaoyao left, Yang Yue couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Are you two really on bad terms? It feels like she respects you—maybe even likes you a little.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Wen Zhixu sighed. “I knew about her existence since childhood, but she officially entered my family five years ago. Back then, she was arrogant and competitive—whatever I had, she had to have; whatever I did, she had to do too.”

Song Nuan despised her younger sister—not only because her mother’s final moments were left unsettled, but also because when Song Chaoyao’s mother married into the family, it marked the beginning of Song Nuan’s estrangement from her own home.

She still remembered when Song Chaoyao had once run up to her as a child. Back then, Song Nuan didn’t even recognize her and thought she was lost, trying to take her to the police station. But Song Chaoyao had simply left her with the words, “I approve of you being my sister,” before running off.

At the time, she couldn’t make sense of it, dismissing it as a child’s joke—only to realize later that it was real… that she had merely been an option.

Chaoyao understood Song Chaoyao’s nature. “Teacher Yang, you’re overthinking it. She’s just possessive—she wants everything Teacher Song has.”

Song Chaoyao was a lunatic. She adored her older sister. Once, Chaoyao had been kidnapped by Song Chaoyao—first thrown into a pool to be half-drowned, then taken to a basement filled with photos of Song Nuan, her clothes, everything about her.

She was insane, through and through.

Yang Yue was completely lost, unable to understand or relate, so she changed the subject. “Are you going home tonight?”

“Might as well,” Wen Zhixu shrugged. “They’ve already summoned me. If I don’t go back, I’ll just be dragged there anyway.”

She had already struck a deal—if Song’s father didn’t help resolve things, she wouldn’t give up her inheritance rights. As for how they’d handle it afterward, that was their problem.

After lunch, Chaoyao and Wen Zhixu sat together in the pavilion. Since classes had started early, they had a two-hour break at noon—time to study or nap.

Wen Zhixu was messaging Song’s father, who had already informed the family that she had the right to choose. He intended to honor his promise, saying only that she and Song Chaoyao should return together in the afternoon—everything that needed resolving would be settled tonight.

“Chaoyao,” Wen Zhixu said after finishing her call, putting her phone down. “If I’m not back by the end of evening self-study, have Teacher Yang take you home.”

Chaoyao’s face was expressionless, but her heart was uneasy. “You’re going home, aren’t you?”

Wen Zhixu nodded. “Yeah. To sever family ties.”

Yang Yue nearly spat out her water. “What?!”

I knew Song Nuan didn’t get along well with her family, but I didn’t expect it to reach the point of severing ties? In her mind, cutting off family relations only happened in novels or TV dramas.

Wen Zhixu: “Yes, it’s a complete severance. After their PE class ends, I’ll be taking Song Chaoyao away.”

Hearing Song Chaoyao’s name, Chaoyao’s heart tightened. Would this lunatic do something else?

Actually, in the original story, Song Nuan never severed ties with her family, nor was there any connection with Chaoyao’s storyline. Her final fate seemed to be becoming a pawn in an arranged marriage, with no further details.

Wen Zhixu knew she only needed to complete her mission. She had no idea what would happen after she left—how these people’s destinies would unfold, or what Chaoyao’s life would be like after successfully changing the ending.

Wait, she could just ask System 006.

Wen Zhixu: “006, what will happen to this world after I complete my mission?”

Once the host completes the mission, the world will freeze at the exact moment you request to leave. No matter your position or the time, everything will pause the second you apply for departure.

Wen Zhixu asked again: “Is there a time limit for leaving after I finish the mission?”

The host must depart within six months, or the mission will fail, the world will collapse, and everything will cease to exist.

“…”

So, when the time came, she would definitely have to be with Chaoyao. The moment time froze, it had to be when they were at their happiest.

Just a little longer. The college entrance exams were coming up—she had to see Chaoyao achieve first place.

Host, your current mission progress is at 95%. I will notify you once it reaches completion.

“Got it.”

Seeing the students returning to their classrooms, Wen Zhixu turned to Chaoyao. “Do you want to go back for a nap? It won’t interfere with your classes.”

Chaoyao stood up. “I can nap anywhere. I don’t necessarily have to go back. Let me take you to an empty classroom so you can rest too.”

Hearing the word “nap,” Yang Yue immediately yawned. “Let’s go find an empty room. I’m way too bored otherwise.”

The school was big, but a morning was enough to explore. Plus, Spring City High scheduled all PE classes in the afternoon, so she couldn’t even sneak into another grade’s session.

Honestly, it was just too boring!

Wen Zhixu leaned in. “Then let me take you to my old classroom!”

Every year, the senior class locations changed. Back in Wen Zhixu’s time, her class was on the third floor, but now it belonged to the freshmen. Since the start of the school year, all classroom doors had been left open—partly for cleaning convenience and partly to give studious students a familiar environment.

Luckily, Wen Zhixu’s old classroom was empty, so they could walk right in and rest.

Chaoyao leaned against the railing. “So, your old classroom was right above ours.”

Wen Zhixu smirked. “I was the top student back then, you know. I studied really hard. Didn’t your teachers ever use me as an example?”

Chaoyao: “They did.”

Not really—she was just humoring her.

“Heh.”

Wen Zhixu chose a seat by the window, next to Chaoyao, reclined the chair, closed her eyes, and dozed off.

Yang Yue must have been exhausted—she fell asleep almost as soon as she lay down.

Listening to her steady breathing, Wen Zhixu slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she turned her head, her gaze met Chaoyao’s.

She blinked, then leaned in close to whisper in Chaoyao’s ear, “Can’t sleep?”

Chaoyao’s face flushed red. “I was thinking about something.”

Wen Zhixu: “What were you thinking about?”

Chaoyao averted her gaze briefly before meeting Wen Zhixu’s eyes again. “I was… thinking about kissing you. Would that… would that be okay…”

Wen Zhixu smiled, then pressed her lips lightly against Chaoyao’s before pulling back. “There.”

Chaoyao smiled too, her faint dimples appearing. At her age, she was naturally beautiful without makeup—her lips a soft pink, her skin smooth and fair. The sunlight cast a gentle shadow on her profile, and Wen Zhixu couldn’t look away.

“There,” Wen Zhixu pinched Chaoyao’s cheek lightly. “Go to sleep now. I’ll join you for PE class this afternoon.”

Chaoyao nodded. “Okay.”

Wen Zhixu took out her phone and earbuds from her pocket, selected a song, and shared one earbud with Chaoyao. Chaoyao still had an hour left to rest, and some soothing music might help her sleep better.

–

During PE class,

Yang Yue stood at the entrance, watching the students line up as instructed, and couldn’t help but sigh. “Back in high school, all I could think about was rushing to college for freedom. But now, seeing these kids, I kind of miss high school.”

Wen Zhixu: “Well, you’d have to go back to your own high school. Don’t forget how we got in here. Standing so conspicuously—aren’t you afraid of getting reported?”

Spring City High had strict policies for outsiders. Wen Zhixu still had her old student ID, so she could enter without trouble. Yang Yue, however, had borrowed Zhang Zhiwan’s information.

The security guard at the gate had been skeptical, comparing the ID photo. Yang Yue claimed she had gotten plastic surgery, but the guard couldn’t understand why someone so pretty would need it. If not for Wen Zhixu’s presence and a teacher who recognized them, they wouldn’t have been let in.

“So what?” Yang Yue leaned against the wall, tilting her head proudly. “Do I not look like a high schooler? What do you think of my ‘no-makeup’ makeup today? They probably think I’m some gorgeous transfer student. I wonder if anyone will post about me on the confession wall later.”

“Not a chance,” Wen Zhixu suddenly straightened up. “The teacher might be coming for us. Run.”

The teacher, who had been gathering the students, spotted the two lingering by the entrance and assumed they were skipping class. He started heading their way.

“Don’t run! Get in line, or I’ll report you to your homeroom teacher.”

Just as Wen Zhixu and Yang Yue turned to leave, they bumped into Chaoyao’s class and quickly blended in, pretending to be part of the group.

The teacher, seeing this, assumed he had mistaken them and simply waved at the PE instructor before leaving.

Chaoyao walked over to Wen Zhixu. “Ms. Song, want me to take you somewhere warmer to wait?”

Before Wen Zhixu could respond, the PE teacher joked, “What’s this? Did our Song Nuan miss PE class so much she came back for more?”

The PE teacher had taught Song Nuan before and remembered her well—she was an excellent student, both academically and physically, with striking looks and good manners. Who wouldn’t like her?

Wen Zhixu suddenly remembered and said awkwardly, “Oh, it’s Teacher Wang! I’m here to accompany… accompany Chaoyao, not to attend class.”

As always, the impressive one was Song Nuan, not her, Wen Zhixu.

Song Chaoyao suddenly appeared at this moment, “No, teacher. Didn’t the homeroom teacher just ask for leave for me? I’ll be going home soon with my sister Song Nuan. She came specifically to wait for me.”

Song Chaoyao emphasized the words “my sister” and “waiting for me” heavily, then shot Chaoyao a resentful look.

Chaoyao didn’t care. Bl00d relations couldn’t be changed, but who could win Wen Zhixu’s heart would depend on their own abilities.

The class suddenly became noisy. Just as Wen Zhixu was about to speak, the class bell rang, and the PE teacher simply let Song Chaoyao leave to go home with Wen Zhixu.

Song Chaoyao said, “Let’s go, my dear good sister. It’s time for us to go home.”

Wen Zhixu said coldly, “I told you, we’re not sisters. Don’t call me sister anymore.”

Song Chaoyao replied, “Fine, Song Nuan… let’s go home.”