Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 42

The crowd of students grew larger, prompting the dean to urgently summon homeroom teachers to escort their classes back and monitor their social media accounts. Anyone spreading false information would face disciplinary action.

But Teacher Zhang refused. Being older and rehired by the school, she had little to lose—she could even lead the protest herself and walk away if needed.

She knew the students causing the commotion were her own, yet she declared, “If you’re fighting for justice for the students you care about, then I’ll fight for the child I’m protecting.”

Gu Lan hadn’t originally been her student, but after hearing the full story from colleagues, Teacher Zhang was furious. Children from the mountains already struggled with limited educational resources. For Gu Lan to barely make it into this top high school, she must have worked relentlessly for three years in middle school. Though she had entered as the lowest-ranked student, she had consistently put in effort. While her grades weren’t outstanding, they were enough to keep her at the tail end of the top class.

Yet before her academic journey could truly begin, she was expelled due to power plays, forced to return to the mountains.

After the crowd dispersed, the principal said, “Tell me how you want me to handle this, and I’ll comply.”

“Principal,” Qin Nanxi said with a light laugh, resting a hand on Gu Lan’s trembling shoulder. “When Gu Lan came to you before, what did you say? That she couldn’t win against you, and if she kept making trouble, you’d ensure she never got into college—wasn’t that it?”

Tang Mo muttered under his breath, “What a piece of trash.”

The principal feigned innocence. “I never said that! I’ve always protected our students’ interests. At the time, she had no concrete evidence—I couldn’t just accuse someone unfairly.”

Wen Zhixu rolled her eyes. She instinctively tried to cross her arms, then sighed upon remembering her cast. “Then why were you so quick to wrong Gu Lan but not Sun Li? Oh right, because Sun Li is your niece. Favoritism at its finest.”

As the conversation kept derailing, the principal tried to shift focus. “I’ve watched Sun Li grow up all these years, and back then, there was no evidence. Gu Lan was expelled because her mental state deteriorated—it was the school’s decision.”

“Class is about to start. Everyone, come with me to the office. Let’s not disrupt others’ studies.”

Wen Zhixu waved her uninjured arm dismissively. “No need. Someone else will escort you to her office.”

As soon as she finished speaking, police sirens blared. Wen Zhixu and the others turned and headed back to class, leaving the rest to the authorities.

The night before, Jiang’s mother had taken Gu Lan to file a formal complaint against the principal for shielding a student and wrongfully expelling another. They had also reported her for embezzlement.

After all, Jiang’s mother knew exactly how much money she had invested. The inflated renovation contracts were obvious to seasoned professionals—they had just chosen to stay silent. But now that the principal had targeted her own daughter, staying quiet would mean letting her walk all over them.

Qin Nanxi and Tang Mo switched seats. Since Wen Zhixu hadn’t eaten breakfast, Nanxi was feeding her eight-treasure porridge. The first period was Teacher Zhang’s class, but she said the children probably wouldn’t be able to focus, so she gave them the period off while assigning homework—they didn’t have to do it now but must hand it in tomorrow.

After taking another sip of porridge, Wen Zhixu said, “I’ll ask Teacher Zhang later to transfer you to our dorm. Do you want to come?”

Qin Nanxi’s hand paused briefly, her face expressionless, before she nodded. “Okay.”

“I want more.” Wen Zhixu glanced at the remaining porridge in the container and opened her mouth.

Nanxi resignedly fed her the rest. After a moment of silence, she said, “Actually, you could transfer back to your previous school now. That would be better for you.”

Wen Zhixu: “Why?”

Nanxi stood up and returned to her seat without answering, simply thinking that option would suit her better.

Her mind was chaotic, thoughts jumbled beyond comprehension.

Host, a significant increase in favorability has been detected.

Wen Zhixu’s eyes lit up instantly. “You’re sure it’s significant? How much?”

Currently at 50%.

What was it last time? Around 30%, right? Well, a 20% jump definitely counted as significant, Wen Zhixu consoled herself.

She felt Qin Nanxi was all tough talk but soft-hearted—always saying harsh things yet appearing to help whenever Wen Zhixu was in trouble.

The classroom suddenly quieted. Wen Zhixu looked up to see Teacher Zhang at the doorway, waving in her direction—it wasn’t clear at whom. Wen Zhixu pointed at herself questioningly, and when Teacher Zhang nodded, she went out to meet her.

“What is it, teacher?”

Teacher Zhang pulled Wen Zhixu aside and asked directly, “Did Sun Li and the others bully Qin Nanxi too?”

Wen Zhixu: “They did! It was awful.”

Teacher Zhang’s steady breathing grew agitated. Wen Zhixu quickly patted her back soothingly. “Teacher, don’t get worked up. Everyone knows now, and the principal’s been arrested.”

“These children…” Teacher Zhang lamented with frustration. “I didn’t know about this before. Sun Li and her friends always acted so kind in class. Who knew such things were happening right under my nose?”

Teacher Zhang despised school bullying most in life—the damage to children was irreversible. More introverted kids might carry those shadows forever.

Seizing the moment, Wen Zhixu voiced her request: “Teacher Zhang, could Qin Nanxi be transferred to our dorm?”

Teacher Zhang studied Wen Zhixu up and down, clasped her hands behind her back, and cleared her throat. “It’s possible, but you mustn’t disturb my good student. Nanxi is someone I have high hopes for.”

She sighed. “I hope she can go to college smoothly without her family bleeding her dry anymore.”

“What?”

Wen Zhixu suddenly realized she’d overlooked this—Qin Nanxi’s poor family situation, her relatives’ gambling habits. They hadn’t planned to let Nanxi attend high school, but she was the top middle school

“Alright, enough with the smart remarks.” Teacher Zhang lightly patted Wen Zhixu’s arm. “I’ll handle the dorm arrangements. If I find out you’re affecting Qin Nanxi’s studies, I’ll move both of you back to Building C.”

The dormitory was divided into three buildings—A, B, and C. Building A housed seniors, while Building C was for freshmen, the most strictly supervised but also the most relaxed in terms of daily life.

Wen Zhixu and Tang Mo were transfer students who had initially been placed in Building C. Later, Jiang Qingyue had objected—she wanted to pursue Qin Nanxi—and managed to get them moved to Building B.

“Fine by me,” Wen Zhixu said casually. “Just let Qin Nanxi come with me.” The moment she finished speaking, she turned and ran.

Teacher Zhang, being older, couldn’t catch up and could only sigh helplessly. “This girl, even with a broken arm, she can still run so fast.”

Tang Mo watched Wen Zhixu rush over in a panic and quickly asked, “What happened?”

Qin Nanxi had already returned to her seat, leaning back slightly, her gaze distant.

Wen Zhixu: “Just talking about Sun Li. By the way, where did she go?”

Tang Mo couldn’t help but laugh. “She tried to fake fainting, but when someone nearby suggested calling an ambulance, she suddenly ‘recovered’ and ran off to the dorm with her two lackeys.”

“Tch.” Wen Zhixu’s expression turned disdainful. “Those two sycophants aren’t any better, but they’re reaping what they sowed now.”

The two lackeys had mediocre grades and backgrounds, but by following and flattering Sun Li, they’d gained many things they didn’t deserve.

“Wait…” Wen Zhixu suddenly fell silent, then asked, “What did you say? They went back to the dorm?”

“Yeah.” Tang Mo nodded, then tensed. “You mean…”

Qin Nanxi abruptly stood up, turning around with a smile. “Coming?”

Wen Zhixu looked up and nodded. Sunlight cast a soft glow on her fair face, outlining her profile. It seemed they all had the same thought—Sun Li and her gang would take out their frustration in the dorm, and Qin Nanxi hadn’t moved out yet.

Sure enough, the dorm was a wreck. Cotton stuffing floated everywhere, scraps of fabric littered the floor, the blankets had been shredded with scissors and soaked in water, and books were torn beyond recognition.

Wen Zhixu picked up a piece of white fabric and casually remarked, “Oh dear, isn’t this the outfit I had custom-made for Nanxi? How much did it cost again? Fifty thousand, wasn’t it?”

The two girls besides Sun Li instantly paled. After all, one person couldn’t have trashed the dorm so thoroughly alone—they’d followed Sun Li’s orders and lost themselves in the moment. What could a poor student’s belongings possibly be worth?

But they’d forgotten—Wen Zhixu had been pursuing Qin Nanxi, and the two had even dated.

“Jiang Qingyue!” Sun Li’s eyes were red, her cheeks still swollen. When angry, she resembled a pufferfish—small but venomous. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“To you?” Wen Zhixu chuckled. “Then what do you call bullying others?”

Sun Li scoffed. “Got proof? Even if I did this, I was just upset and acted out. At worst, I’ll pay for the damages.”

Wen Zhixu shook her head. “Stop struggling. Your aunt’s already been taken by the police—no news yet. Care to guess why?”

Sun Li’s pupils gradually dilated, her uninjured left hand trembling uncontrollably. The two girls beside her had already fallen silent, shrinking back as if this had nothing to do with them.

“Why would you do this?” Sun Li roared. “Aren’t you just abusing your power for personal gain? So what if my aunt helped me? Can you honestly claim you’re innocent?”

“Tsk.” Wen Zhixu grabbed Qin Nanxi’s hand. “Don’t you dare compare me to your aunt. So what if I’m abusing my power? I have the ability to do so—and the ability to make sure everyone accepts it. What’s your problem?”

Sun Li laughed, tears streaming down her face as she did. “You’re only relying on your mother. Without her, what authority do you even have?”

The dormitory was eerily quiet, with only the few of them present. The summer heat was oppressive, and the relentless screeching of cicadas outside the window only added to Wen Zhixu’s irritation. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “You could always ask your own mother for help—oh wait, the one who offered to trade you for two million? Your family’s loaded, so why doesn’t she seem interested in helping you?”

Sun Li fell silent. Her family wasn’t poor—but that woman wasn’t her real mother.

“So what?” Sun Li sneered. “I’ve already done what I did. What more can you do to me? I’m already ruined. I don’t care anymore.”

Wen Zhixu glanced at the mess scattered across the floor. It didn’t matter—she could just buy new things for Nanxi later. If anything, she almost wanted to thank Sun Li. After all, with Qin Nanxi’s bed destroyed, she’d have no choice but to sleep in Wen Zhixu’s.

Qin Nanxi returned to her spot, flipping through her books absentmindedly before speaking. “I don’t understand why you targeted me, but it would’ve been someone else if not me, right? You brought this on yourself—no one else did this to you.”

“Shut up!”

“And what about you? Didn’t you rely on Jiang Qingyue to protect you? Without her, what are you? Good grades mean nothing if you can’t even stay enrolled. Who are you to lecture me now?”

Sun Li’s voice trembled with anguish. She was like a phoenix with broken wings—her pride refusing to bend, desperately clinging to the last shreds of her dignity.

Tang Mo couldn’t stand it any longer and rolled her eyes. “The audacity. She’s not even ashamed of anything she’s done.”

Qin Nanxi walked up to Wen Zhixu. “Leaving?”

Wen Zhixu: “Let’s go!”

Before long, the incident blew up. The principal was investigated, Sun Li’s mother was humiliated and hid at home, and no one stepped in to help Sun Li. In the end, she was expelled by the vice principal, while the other two girls were sent home for reflection.

All of this had unfolded in just one morning.