Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 40

Around nine o’clock, Qin Nanxi was doing homework in her classroom when she suddenly heard students from the neighboring class rush out, talking about a fight on the sports field—one against three—that had drawn the police, an ambulance, and even the school director.

Her heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of panic. Her hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and her gaze became unfocused.

What was she so afraid of?

Without knowing why, Qin Nanxi suddenly stood up, wanting to follow her classmates to the field.

The sirens of police cars and ambulances blared across the sky. Nearly all the students still at school had gathered around. The director was anxiously helping lift the most severely injured student onto a stretcher, while several police officers huddled together, seemingly discussing something.

“Oh my god, this fight was brutal.”

“That girl is insane—taking on three at once.”

“Ugh, I know her. She just transferred into Class 1…”

…

The students at the periphery chattered incessantly. When Qin Nanxi heard “transferred into Class 1,” her pupils dilated instantly. Her legs, which had been supporting her upright, began to shake. She pushed through the crowd with force, squeezing her way to the front.

Wen Zhixu’s face was splattered with bl00d. Leaning against the police car, bl00d still trickled from the corner of her mouth, yet as the victor, she wore a faint smirk. Tang Mo sat beside her, assisting the medical staff in cleaning the bloodstains.

Qin Nanxi silently stepped forward. The other two girls were also having their wounds treated. Even with their faces battered, it was easy to recognize them as her roommates. The one being carried into the ambulance must have been Sun Li.

She wiped the bl00d from the corner of Wen Zhixu’s eye and asked, “Did you start it?”

Wen Zhixu chuckled lightly. “Yeah.”

Tang Mo smacked her. “‘Yeah’ my ass. Go get checked at the hospital. You went way too hard.”

“Nanxi…” Wen Zhixu suddenly grabbed Qin Nanxi’s hand, her brows gradually relaxing as she asked cautiously, “I’m scared. Can you come with me?”

Qin Nanxi gently touched her wounds, her eyes flickering with unreadable emotions. In a hoarse voice, she replied, “Okay. I’ll stay with you.”

Wen Zhixu had a fractured arm. The rush of adrenaline had temporarily numbed the pain, but after a series of hospital examinations, she was ordered to stay for three days to recover. Sun Li, the most severely injured, mostly had superficial wounds—though like Wen Zhixu, her arm was broken, and she had lost two teeth.

The director was furious about the fight. As the main instigator, Wen Zhixu’s parents were called in, and the school’s final decision was expulsion.

Qin Nanxi looked at Wen Zhixu, who remained cheerful, and asked, “Was it worth it?”

“Was it worth it?” Wen Zhixu repeated, frowning. “Of course it was.”

“There was a girl from the countryside in your class before, right? She used to room with Sun Li and the others but transferred out after half a year. No one paid attention to why. She was timid and never spoke up, but the truth is—she was beaten into leaving.”

Wen Zhixu popped a grape into her mouth and said leisurely, “Those three bullied her in the dorm—hit her, made her drink their foot-washing water. Do you think people like that deserve a beating? Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I don’t regret it.”

Qin Nanxi’s hand paused while peeling the apple. She actually knew about these incidents, but Sun Li and her gang hadn’t dared go too far with her—ever since Qin Nanxi had once confronted them with a knife. Nobody wanted to provoke someone who didn’t value their own life, so they could only bully her in subtle ways.

What she hadn’t expected was that Wen Zhixu would know about these things… and would be willing to take action.

Sun Li’s family had connections with the principal, which made her arrogant and unbridled. There had been posts exposing her bullying, but they were taken down within ten minutes, with the posters forced to make public apologies.

“I know you’ve always wanted to deal with her,” Wen Zhixu sat up straight and leaned closer to Qin Nanxi. “But you couldn’t win against her. That’s alright though—I can.”

It was true. They were all just ordinary students—who would dare gamble with their futures?

Qin Nanxi cut a slice of apple and fed it to Wen Zhixu, saying with heartache, “But this incident affects you.”

Wen Zhixu smiled, her eyes curving like crescent moons as she bit into the apple slice. “So… does this mean you like me? That you’re… worried about me now?”

Qin Nanxi’s hands stilled. She looked at the cast on Wen Zhixu’s arm, then set down the apple to gently hold her hand, stroking it lightly. “They weren’t worth you getting personally involved. After all… these hands are meant for playing piano.”

Wen Zhixu’s hands were exceptionally beautiful—Qin Nanxi adored them, which was why she felt those bullies weren’t worthy of them.

But… she didn’t know if the rumors about Wen Zhixu’s expulsion were true.

“Qingyue…” Qin Nanxi looked up, her light-colored eyes misty. “Do you know what punishment the school has for you?”

“Expulsion, obviously,” Wen Zhixu said nonchalantly. “But it’ll take real skill for her to actually get me expelled.”

Her mother had come earlier. After understanding the whole situation, she’d approved of Wen Zhixu’s actions and promised support—though she’d also scolded her for fighting, warning there’d be consequences at home.

Ah… such mixed feelings!

A glimmer of hope flashed in Qin Nanxi’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

She’d been slightly intimidated by Wen Zhixu’s family background before, worried the gap between them was too vast. But now… she wished Wen Zhixu’s family was as powerful as possible. That way… they could protect her to the fullest extent.

“My mom said she’ll explain the situation to the police and the principal,” Wen Zhixu said.

Qin Nanxi’s gaze grew distant as she handed over the peeled apple. “You know the principal is Sun Li’s relative, right?”

“Of course I know.” Wen Zhixu arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “But… my mother funded the school’s renovation. I wasn’t the one bullying anyone—I don’t think asking for fairness is too much to ask.”

Qin Nanxi stood up abruptly. “I’m done with you. I need to get to class.”

Wen Zhixu suddenly kissed her cheek, then quickly changed the subject: “Then have Tang Mo come take care of me.”

Like Jiang Qingyue, Tang Mo had academic scores hovering near zero. She didn’t need to attend classes—or rather, without Wen Zhixu present, she refused to set foot in the classroom. Having Tang Mo look after her now was practically a rescue mission.

Qin Nanxi froze mid-movement, staring blankly before turning toward Wen Zhixu—only to find the other girl had already averted her gaze, refusing to meet her eyes.

Seeing that demanding an explanation was futile, Qin Nanxi gave up. She noticed Wen Zhixu had grown thicker skin—previously she’d just talk big, but now she preferred taking action.

“I’m leaving.” Qin Nanxi turned on her heel but paused at the doorway. “I’ll go get Tang Mo to come over.”

As the figure gradually disappeared from view, Wen Zhixu was about to daydream when suddenly she saw a familiar face filled with rage. Her smile vanished instantly.

Mother Jiang fumed, “What were you thinking, picking fights? If something like this happens, just call me! I’d have people investigate for you. Now the news is out—look at all those ignorant people online cursing you.”

The incident of Wen Zhixu’s fight had just concluded when public opinion exploded—exactly as she’d intended. The more people knew now, the more satisfying it would be to expose those three hypocrites later.

“Mom, have you eaten?” Wen Zhixu changed the subject to avoid the lecture.

“Eat? Eat?” Mother Jiang sat on the bed and poked Wen Zhixu’s forehead. “How? Are you going to feed me with your right hand?”

“Hey, hey,” Wen Zhixu retreated slightly. “By the way, Mom, what’s the verdict?”

Mother Jiang adopted a serious expression. “You started the fight, and you hospitalized someone. Though not critically injured, it’s still bullying behavior. I don’t understand your logic—she bullied classmates, so you bullied her back? How does that make you different from a bully?”

Fundamentally, there was no difference. But since Sun Li and her gang had bullied someone Wen Zhixu cared about, she didn’t want there to be any distinction. She’d accept the beating, the scolding, even expulsion.

Wen Zhixu dropped her playful demeanor. “Whatever the outcome, I’ll accept it. But I don’t want more people getting bullied.”

“Good! That’s my girl. Whatever happens, you’ll face the consequences. Don’t let people think you’re a coward.”

Wen Zhixu: “Understood.”