Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 35

After school, Wen Zhixu wanted to hold Qin Nanxi’s hand and walk together, but the school was too crowded. Every time Wen Zhixu got close to Qin Nanxi, she was pushed away by the crowd. Even Tang Mo, who had been following closely behind, was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Nanxi’s foot injury hadn’t fully healed yet, so she still walked with a slight limp. The other students seemed aware there was an injured person among them and made space for her, which only pushed Wen Zhixu farther away.

Wen Zhixu’s family car was parked in the open area near the back gate, right next to Tang Mo’s house. The crowd finally dispersed once they left the school gates. Wen Zhixu clutched her waist, panting heavily.

The school didn’t require students to eat in the cafeteria. To ensure their children had nutritious meals, most senior-year parents delivered home-cooked food—every single day—so the school entrance was packed with parents.

Qin Nanxi stood by the security booth, leaning lightly against the railing as she waited for Wen Zhixu and the others.

Wen Zhixu approached. “Let’s wait for Tang Mo. She should be out soon.”

A minute later, Tang Mo came running over, out of breath, and immediately punched Wen Zhixu’s arm. “Look at this mess! You were the one who refused to let the aunties bring food to our classroom. Now we have to squeeze through this every single day.”

Earlier, the maids had suggested delivering meals directly to the classroom so the young ladies could eat comfortably after class. But Jiang Qingyue felt that would make them seem too sheltered—she wanted to be more independent.

Wen Zhixu waved her hand dismissively. “Besides this little bit of exercise, what else do you even do all day? Enough talking—let’s go eat. My arm still hurts from being bumped earlier.”

At these words, Qin Nanxi’s downcast gaze flickered slightly, briefly skimming over Wen Zhixu’s arm before she silently followed them into the car.

The maids had already stepped out of the car to wait. The two families were close, so the maids knew each other well. While waiting for the young ladies, they chatted and laughed warmly. Their faces brightened even more when they saw the girls—after all, they had raised them since childhood, and their bond ran deep.

Seizing the opportunity, Wen Zhixu helped Qin Nanxi into the car and asked, “Auntie Sun, did you bring the extra shrimp stir-fry I asked for?”

“Yes, yes,” Auntie Sun replied kindly before turning to Qin Nanxi. “You must be Nanxi. Thank you for saving our young lady last time. She’s a good girl, just a bit mischievous sometimes. Please bear with her.”

Back then, Jiang Qingyue had been curious about this school because her mother said it was full of outstanding students—unlike her, a playful rich kid with no real prospects. So she had sneaked in alone.

But this was a top-tier high school. How could the guards let anyone in during class hours?

Left with no choice, Jiang Qingyue tried climbing the wall but lacked the skill—she nearly smashed her head against a rock. Luckily, Qin Nanxi happened to pass by and saved her.

Qin Nanxi smiled. “I know she’s a good kid.”

Auntie Sun quickly ushered them into the RV, where the meal was already laid out on the table. Jiang Qingyue preferred light dishes, mostly vegetables and beef, but remembering that shrimp was good for calcium, she had asked Auntie Sun to prepare a separate plate of shrimp stir-fried with eggs.

Wen Zhixu pushed the shrimp toward Qin Nanxi. “They say shrimp helps with calcium. Eat more.”

Qin Nanxi carefully picked up a piece of shrimp with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth. The shrimp had a delightfully springy texture, wrapped in smooth scrambled eggs that made the dish exceptionally tender. The light coloring suggested only a pinch of salt had been used for seasoning.

Wen Zhixu ate without much preference—she could enjoy both light and greasy dishes. However, after indulging in rich meals recently, her stomach now welcomed the simplicity of this meal.

Still, she couldn’t help but admire Jiang Qingyue’s discipline. The woman ate like this year-round, maintained a strict routine of morning and evening runs, and adhered to her habits with almost mechanical precision.

Noticing Wen Zhixu only eating vegetables, Qin Nanxi nudged the shrimp toward her. “Aren’t you going to have some?”

Wen Zhixu paused, then immediately set down her bowl, rubbing her arm. “Ah, my arm suddenly hurts!”

“What’s wrong?” Aunt Sun, who had been chatting with someone else, immediately turned her attention to them. “Your arm hurts? Should we go to the hospital?”

Wen Zhixu: “…”

Hadn’t Aunt Sun been deep in conversation? How was her hearing still this sharp?

Outside, the midsummer sun still blazed at five in the afternoon, wilting the roadside flowers. Though the car’s interior was comfortably cool, Wen Zhixu broke into a cold sweat under Qin Nanxi’s scrutinizing gaze.

She quickly reassured Aunt Sun, “It’s nothing, we’re just eating.”

Aunt Sun, having raised Wen Zhixu herself and witnessed her recent very public pursuit of Qin Nanxi, nodded knowingly before leaving—closing the car door behind her.

Wen Zhixu then said, “My hand hurts. Can you feed me?”

“Your hand?” Qin Nanxi narrowed her eyes, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “But you just said your arm hurt.”

“Is there a difference?” Wen Zhixu lifted her arm limply, her wrist drooping as if boneless. “See? It won’t stay up.”

Qin Nanxi sighed. “Jiang Qingyue, I only agreed to let you take care of me to settle a debt—nothing more. My foot is much better now; I can walk fine. Next week, we’re done. Consider us even.”

Her sprain hadn’t been severe. The first week was swollen, forcing her to move slowly, but as the swelling subsided, she regained mobility—as long as she didn’t put too much weight on her right foot.

In fact, today she’d even resumed running errands for classmates.

Wen Zhixu pretended not to hear. “But now my arm is injured.”

When Qin Nanxi ignored her, she went back to eating, unfazed. Dealing with someone so unpredictable was exhausting—who knew what fresh chaos she’d invite next?

Wen Zhixu sighed inwardly. Feigned acting cute clearly didn’t work on Qin Nanxi. According to the system, Qin Nanxi’s favorability toward her was at 20%—not exactly low, so why was she so cold?

Lost in thought, Wen Zhixu hadn’t touched her food. Just as she reached for her chopsticks again, a piece of beef appeared at her lips.

Qin Nanxi, assuming she was staging a hunger strike in protest, had decided to intervene.

After holding out for two minutes with no movement from the other side, Qin Nanxi finally gave in. She picked up a piece of beef—the one farthest from her but Wen Zhixu’s favorite—and fed it directly into her mouth.

Wen Zhixu was stunned but obediently took the bite without hesitation, chewing slowly.

Seeing that she had eaten, Qin Nanxi said, “Your arms must be fine, then. Eat properly—starving yourself isn’t good for your health.”

Just as Wen Zhixu was about to explain, Qin Nanxi added, “Besides, you usually take good care of yourself. Don’t start copying past behavior now.”

In the past, Jiang Qingyue had refused to eat unless Qin Nanxi agreed to have meals with her, even staying in the classroom all day until Qin Nanxi finally relented.

Knowing there was precedent, Wen Zhixu didn’t bother explaining. She nodded blankly, then said, “Feed me another shrimp.”

Qin Nanxi: “…”

She was pushing her luck.

But Qin Nanxi fed her anyway.

Once she got her way, Wen Zhixu blinked and finally started eating on her own. Qin Nanxi could only sigh inwardly.

After lunch, the school’s afternoon break was long. Sometimes Wen Zhixu would go out, other times she’d rest in the RV. Today, she chose the latter.

“Nanxi, do you want to rest in the RV with me? We can go back to class before it starts.”

Qin Nanxi had already packed up her dishes. She smoothly declined the invitation: “I’ll head back first.”

Wen Zhixu tugged at her sleeve. “But studies show that resting during the day helps with nighttime studying. And personally—and I think most people would agree—sleeping in a bed is way more comfortable than resting in a classroom.”

Qin Nanxi didn’t move, then said quietly, “So what’s your point? Don’t we usually go back to the dorm? Oh, wait—you’d probably go for a walk with Tang Mo instead.”

“…”

Damn, she forgot about that.

Wen Zhixu stumbled over her words. “B-but… there’s air conditioning here. The dorm’s still too hot right now.”

It was already afternoon, and the weather wasn’t that warm anymore—she was just making excuses.

Qin Nanxi was silent for a few seconds before finally saying, “Fine.”

“What?” Wen Zhixu thought she’d misheard, but it seemed Qin Nanxi had actually agreed. She quickly pulled her over to the bed, kicked off her shoes, and scooted to one side, leaving half the space for Qin Nanxi.

But this was… weird. She was starting to feel confused.

“Then let me sleep for a bit.” Qin Nanxi lay down without another word, closing her eyes immediately.

Wen Zhixu wasn’t tired, and she didn’t understand why Qin Nanxi wanted to sleep. At first, she just stared up at the RV’s pale green ceiling—she’d chosen the color because she thought green was easier on the eyes. Then she glanced sideways and saw that Qin Nanxi was already asleep.

Dorm life wasn’t great. Their room had four people, and three of them looked down on Qin Nanxi. They always found ways to make things difficult for her at night. For her, the dorm was just a place to squeeze in a few hours of shut-eye before dawn.

Qin Nanxi’s breathing was steady, her hands resting on her stomach, her sleeping posture neat and proper. Wen Zhixu quietly watched her.

She realized she didn’t really know her that well yet.

Qin Nanxi was thin, her cheeks nearly hollow, her skin pale—too pale. There was a fresh wound on the back of her hand.

Wen Zhixu secretly reached out to touch it—the scab was still tender, feeling like a thin layer under her fingers. But how exactly had this wound come about?

Despite it being summer, Qin Nanxi still wore a thick coat. The sleeves showed signs of long-term wear, with some fabric already frayed. Wen Zhixu lay on her side, resting her head on her arm, quietly watching Qin Nanxi.

Before she knew it, she too had fallen asleep.