Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 54

“No… impossible…” Song Shuya panicked inwardly—this was the last thing she expected. The surveillance had already been checked; how could there be any other cameras in the classroom?

She snatched the phone and saw footage of herself sneaking to the wall to carve the words late at night—an impulsive act she had thought would make the accusation more convincing. “How did you get this footage?”

Teacher Zhang was also puzzled. The classroom cameras had been broken for a while, and repairs were scheduled after midterms due to bureaucratic delays. Installing them suddenly now would only distract the students.

Qin Nanxi calmly explained, “The camera was only set up near us, above our heads, specifically to monitor Jiang Qingyue and a few others. I never usually checked it, but it happened to capture this moment.”

She took the phone back and pulled up another long video clip. “This is the full recording of my exam. Anyone can see whether I cheated or not.”

Song Shuya refused to accept it. “How do we know you didn’t edit the footage? What if you deleted parts?”

“Whether it’s edited or not…” Qin Nanxi stepped closer to Song Shuya. “We can always hand it over to the police.”

She leaned in and whispered, “I was going to let you off, but you brought this on yourself.”

Song Shuya’s pupils dilated. “I don’t believe it!”

She refused to accept such a coincidence, refused to believe this could happen. The Jiang family was wealthy—fabricating footage would be effortless for them. There was no way things could turn out like this.

“Enough!” Teacher Zhang slammed a book on the desk. “Song Shuya, what exactly are you trying to do? The evidence is right here. What’s your game?”

Song Shuya pulled out the letter again. “Then what about this? Are you saying there are two identical handwriting styles in the world? Did we forge this for her?”

“That letter… was written by me.” A stranger suddenly spoke from the doorway—Qin Nanxi’s younger sister, brought in by Wen Zhixu and Tang Mo.

The moment she entered, her gaze locked onto Qin Nanxi, though her glasses masked the intensity in her eyes. Qin Nanxi, too, avoided looking at her. The handwriting had given it away immediately—she knew it was her sister’s. She didn’t know what their mother had used to threaten her, or if she had volunteered. But since she was here now, it meant she had nothing to do with it.

Song Shuya frowned, her composure crumbling. Still, she clung to one last hope—Qin Nanxi’s mother. No matter what, a mother wouldn’t betray her own daughter, right? She had mocked Qin Nanxi before, never imagining her family despised her so much they’d ruin her reputation.

The sister stepped forward and took the letter. Their mother had forced her to write it, intending to use it against Qin Nanxi. At the time, she had hesitated. But then the debt collectors came, beat their mother, and threatened to kill her if they weren’t paid.

She didn’t have the money, but their mother had insisted Qin Nanxi did—and that it wouldn’t hurt her. “We just need to scare her a little,” she had said. In the end, she gave in. She would repay Qin Nanxi someday. For now, she just wanted to keep their mother alive.

Little did she expect that things would escalate—that her mother would go to such lengths as to threaten her sister in public. She was worried, she was terrified. Wen Zhixu promised that if she came forward to testify, they would spare her mother and ensure they disappeared from the city forever.

She agreed.

Wen Zhixu knew that even without her sister’s testimony, Qin Nanxi could handle it. But she also understood that Qin’s mother would always be the final trigger for Nanxi’s downfall. She needed to eliminate this threat once and for all, to set Nanxi back on the right path.

“This letter was written by me. If you don’t believe it, I can replicate it on the spot.” The younger sister took a pen and casually wrote a few words. “My mother… wanted to force my sister to drop out, so she resorted to this. Teacher, I’ve already been to the principal’s office. My mother is willing to apologize. As for what my sister wants to do—whether to report it to the police or forgive her—it’s up to her.”

Qin Nanxi asked, “Why did you come here?”

“Guilt,” the sister replied with a faint smile. “Or maybe… a sudden pang of conscience.”

At some point, this sister had grown distant from her. They had come to despise each other. Even after Nanxi escaped, her sister had managed to uncover traces of her and reported them to their mother.

Otherwise, that one time… Nanxi would have truly left. Her life might have taken a completely different turn. She might have become a cheerful girl, the person she always wanted to be.

Nanxi scoffed. “Do you want something else from me? Well, you won’t get your wish.”

Though still in middle school, the younger sister had matured a lot since Nanxi left. She had come to understand many things.

Tang Mo whispered from the side, “Why do they seem to have such a terrible relationship? Didn’t she want to help Nanxi before?”

“Don’t interfere,” Wen Zhixu covered Tang Mo’s mouth. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the show.

Teacher Zhang compared the handwriting and handed the paper to Song Shuya. “See for yourself.”

The letter had been written by Qin’s mother in a fit of rage. It was short, laying bare her ambitions. But she had forgotten—she was illiterate. The letter was riddled with flaws. The younger sister had noticed but ignored it at the time.

Nanxi walked away. She didn’t want to deal with Song Shuya. The evidence was presented; the teachers would make the right decision. Besides, she couldn’t intervene. Wen Zhixu and the others followed closely, stopping near the artificial rock garden.

“Qin Nanyue, what do you want?”

Nanyue lowered her head. After a pause, she said, “I’m sorry…”

“Back then, I didn’t mean to report you. I was just scared you’d abandon me. Mom told me that if you left this family, it meant you wanted to throw me away, to get rid of me. I was afraid… I didn’t want to lose you. But now, don’t worry. I’ll take Mom away from here. We’ll never appear in front of you again—unless you want us to.”

Nanyue had been raised by Nanxi. Their mother had only provided material care, but it was Nanxi who had truly loved her. In truth, she resented her sister—hated how much better she was. She had studied day and night just to surpass Nanxi’s achievements. Yet, she also loved her sister. She couldn’t bear to be apart from her.

Tears fell onto the cobblestones with a soft, clear sound. Wen Zhixu turned away, pulling Tang Mo along as she left.

Congratulations, Host. The corruption value has been reset to zero. Mission complete.

Compared to the previous world, Wen Zhixu found this one simpler, as if everyone had become more fleshed out and familiar. She could sense Qin Nanxi’s emotions just as clearly as she had with Chao Yao.

“006, I just want to ask—you said before that if I perform well in each world, the next one would be easier. So, will my next world be really simple?”

Host, based on your performance, your completion rate in this world is only 60%. The rest was accomplished by the protagonist herself. Since the task is now complete, it’s merely a passable result. Therefore, your next world will be more difficult.

Wen Zhixu: “…”

Tang Mo was still craning her neck to look. Since ancient times, people have been nosy, and she was no exception. But she was too far away to see clearly, so she nudged Wen Zhixu and asked, “Aren’t you even a little curious? Also, did you two already have a plan from the start? I was genuinely worried for nothing!”

Wen Zhixu had a plan, though not as meticulous as Qin Nanxi’s. At one point, she even suspected that Qin Nanxi also had the script—otherwise, how could she know everything so clearly?

Thinking of this, she immediately asked the system, “By the way, 006, is it possible for a second person with knowledge of the script to appear in this world? Like, the person I’m supposed to win over each time?”

Logically, no. These tasks are redemption-based. If there were two players, wouldn’t that cause a temporal paradox? What would their tasks even be? If they conflicted, it’d be a deadlock.

Wen Zhixu pondered for a moment. “What if the tasks were opposing? For example, my goal is to win her over and lower her corruption value, but her task is to… go along with me, adapt to the plot, change herself, win me over, and successfully redeem herself?”

Wen Zhixu felt she must be losing her mind. What was she even thinking? She was starting to ramble! It had to be Tang Mo’s influence—her thoughts were all over the place now.

Host, don’t overthink it. This scenario won’t happen. I’d bet all my system points on it—there will only ever be one player, one system. A second one is absolutely impossible!

“Fine. I’ll take that bet.”

Qin Nanxi couldn’t possibly be one. Even if she were, wouldn’t it be easy if they just teamed up? The task would be a breeze.

“Hey!” Tang Mo, seeing that Wen Zhixu had ignored her for so long, nudged her again, trying to snap her friend out of it. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Huh?” Only then did Wen Zhixu remember someone else was there. She explained, “Let’s just say good deeds bring good rewards. If you do more good things in the future, you’ll be rewarded too.”

“Are you saying I’m not a good person now?” Tang Mo immediately planted her hands on her hips. “Fine. When you two get married, don’t expect me to be your bridesmaid.”

Marriage…

She didn’t have much time left in this world. Waiting until marriageable age was out of the question. In the last world, Chao Yao was also a student, so they never had a wedding—they just left under the atmosphere they’d created together.

So how should she leave this time?

Wait—just because they couldn’t legally marry didn’t mean they couldn’t have a wedding. Why not hold one in advance? As long as Qin Nanxi agreed, it’d be settled.

At this thought, she smiled at Tang Mo. “Thanks for the perfect suggestion. I appreciate it.”

Tang Mo: “What?”

“Nothing,” Wen Zhixu replied dismissively. “Didn’t you want to see what was happening? Let’s go take a look.”

They didn’t know what the two sisters had talked about, but Qin Nanyue had stopped crying. It seemed she had completed her atonement and finally let herself off the hook.

When Qin Nanxi saw Wen Zhixu returning, the night was dark, but under the faint moonlight, she smiled.

This smile was different from before—this time it was light and carefree, like a princess emerging from the mud, washed clean of all stains, radiant once more. Her eyes seemed to say, “Thank you, I made it.”