Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 57

Qin Nanxi was lost in thought, her mind filled with roses. Perhaps 99 roses were common, but if they belonged to the two of them, even the ordinary would become extraordinary. “A hand-tied bouquet?”

Teacher Song adored roses, while Jiang Qingyue’s preferences remained unclear—perhaps roses too, since the two were essentially the same person.

Wen Zhixu had harbored a childhood fantasy: crafting an exquisite hand-tied bouquet with the one she loved, free from rigid rules, incorporating whatever flowers the other adored, whimsical and unrestrained.

“Exactly,” Wen Zhixu said earnestly. “We’ll make one together, each choosing our favorite flowers, then arranging them freely.”

“Alright,” Qin Nanxi agreed, then asked, “But what flowers do you like?”

Wen Zhixu pouted. “That ruins the fun, doesn’t it? It shouldn’t be about my preferences—otherwise, the whole point of making it together is lost.”

Tang Mo suddenly interrupted, “Stop whispering, you two. Look outside.”

Unnoticed, the rain outside had intensified. Through the window, they could see tree branches snapping under the downpour, the sharp crack startling them. Just then, the library attendant arrived. Spotting the three girls, she said kindly, “The storm’s too heavy. The roads might be blocked for days—would you like to stay in the mountains for a while? If you’re students short on funds, I can cover your expenses.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Wen Zhixu replied politely. “We have money. Does the mountain often get cut off like this? How long before we can leave?”

She had skipped class, after all. If this dragged on, she’d need her mother to notify the school—lest Teacher Zhang panic.

The attendant glanced at the torrential rain and clapped her hands. “Oh dear, downpours like this usually only happen in spring. No idea what’s going on this year. Looks like it’ll last at least two days, and even after the rain stops, clearing the roads will take several more.”

Tang Mo gasped. “So, we might be stuck here for a week?”

“Don’t worry, dears,” the attendant reassured, mistaking their concern for hunger or thirst. “Every household here has farmland. You can eat at my place—no one will go hungry. As for lodging, the hotel upstairs is empty anyway. I’ll arrange it for you. Consider it a chance to experience mountain life.”

“Though it might not take that long,” she added playfully. “The rain could stop tomorrow, letting you return in time for the weekend.”

Qin Nanxi thought this a fine idea. Returning to school now would leave her exhausted—though she wasn’t sure about Wen Zhixu and Tang Mo. Would they prefer classes or a few days’ respite here?

In unison, Tang Mo and Wen Zhixu declared, “No problem. A week’s fine by us.”

Neither wanted to go back to school. This was a perfect excuse for a vacation—who would refuse?

As expected, Qin Nanxi agreed. “Then I’ll request leave. There are plenty of books here, including academic ones. I’ll tutor you both later.”

She paused. “By the way, Qingyue… you skipped class tonight, right? How do you plan to explain it to your parents and teachers?”

Wen Zhixu: “…”

Oh no, how could she have forgotten about this? Her mind had been a complete mess earlier—she just acted on impulse without considering the consequences. Now not only was she wrong, but she also had to figure out how to deal with skipping class.

Tang Mo took out her phone, quickly shifting the blame, “I’ll have my older sister call in sick for me right now. I was totally tricked into going out tonight!”

Whatever, it’s just skipping class. Mom can handle it.

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“How could you skip class! No wonder Teacher Zhang called me earlier—I was in a meeting and missed it. If you wanted to go out, you could’ve just asked. Why skip? Are you trying to revert to your old ways again? I thought Qin Nanxi could keep you in check, but apparently, no one can control you…”

Mother Jiang had just finished her meeting when she received Wen Zhixu’s call. After hearing the reason, she was furious and began lecturing nonstop.

Wen Zhixu held the phone slightly away from her ear. After about a minute, she cleared her throat and sweetened her voice deliberately, saying,

“Oh, Mommy, it’s not really skipping class! Nanxi was wronged, and we just wanted to get some fresh air. Look at me—I even chose the library for that. You should be grateful to have a daughter like me. Other kids might’ve flown abroad for ‘fresh air,’ but see how well-behaved I am? Just help me ask the teacher for a week’s leave. I didn’t expect the rain to block the roads either.”

Mother Jiang was momentarily speechless. This… actually made some sense. But since when had her child become so talkative, even bringing up other people’s kids?

“Enough. I’ll get you the leave. Next time, if you want to do something, you must tell your teacher or parents first. Otherwise, forget about going abroad for ‘fresh air’—I’ll send you there myself, and you can stay there as long as you like.”

Wen Zhixu: “…”

She’d endure it for now.

“Thanks, Mommy! Make sure to tell the teacher I went home tonight. Bye, Mommy~”

After hanging up, Wen Zhixu sighed. She was already in her twenties, yet here she was, acting like a teenage girl throwing a tantrum!!! Honestly!!! It was… kind of fun.

When she returned, a thought struck her—there were only two beds in one room, but Tang Mo was afraid of thunder. With the bad weather tonight, Wen Zhixu didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone.

So, she directly asked Qin Nanxi, “Nanxi, Tang Mo’s scared of the dark. Should the three of us share a room tonight?”

Qin Nanxi didn’t mind sharing. They usually lived together in the dorm anyway, so she agreed. Besides, the weather really was terrible—even she felt a bit unsettled looking outside.

The wind and rain grew fiercer, the sound against the glass windows unnerving. They all retreated to the hotel, choosing the middle room with thick walls that muffled much of the storm. Wen Zhixu gradually calmed down.

While Qin Nanxi went to shower, Wen Zhixu lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts drifted.

Host, your current points total is 20. You can exchange them for items.

20 points?

Wen Zhixu refocused. “What can I get with 20 points? How are these points calculated?”

Completing a world 100% earns 20 points; otherwise, it’s 10. Points update when you leave the current world. With your 20 points, I’ll open the exchange panel so you can browse.

An electronic panel appeared before Wen Zhixu. She first stole a glance at Tang Mo’s reaction—he was playing with his phone and hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Then she carefully examined the panel.

The exchangeable items were peculiar but expensive. With only 20 points currently, she could only exchange for one special ability, like mind-reading or x-ray vision, though their effects would last just one day. At the very bottom, she noticed something requiring 50 points—the text was tiny: “Time Reversal.”

Description: You can choose to return to a specific period in the past to save someone and alter their fate.

Wen Zhixu didn’t have strong feelings about time manipulation, but she realized this function could override the storyline’s progression—meaning she could keep anyone alive if she wished.

Her current points were too low. Better to save up—perhaps she’d reach 50 later. This function could maximize her impact.

After finishing her call, Qin Nanxi emerged from the shower. Since Wen Zhixu had gotten slightly drenched earlier, she’d gone first. Once Qin Nanxi was out, Tang Mo went in, leaving the two women alone again.

Qin Nanxi towel-dried her hair and approached Wen Zhixu. Noticing the damp strands on her forehead, she gently wiped them before asking, “You seem down lately. What’s wrong?”

Wen Zhixu snapped out of her thoughts and wrapped her arms around Qin Nanxi’s waist, burying her face against her. “It’s nothing… maybe just the rain affecting my mood.”

After a moment, Wen Zhixu suddenly looked up, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling with a smile. With her mouth still pressed against Qin Nanxi’s stomach, her voice came out muffled: “Nanxi… I’m scared of thunder. What should I do?”

“Qingyue…” Qin Nanxi stroked her hair. “Why do you want to marry me now? We’re not even of legal age yet.”

A bouquet of roses sat on the nightstand—grown by the hotel owner, they’d heard. The staff placed fresh blooms in every room, knowing guests loved flowers. Life here was idyllic, far from urban chaos, among people who knew each other well.

They worked together, ate mountain-foraged food, drank spring water. Though lacking city luxuries, everyone wore genuine smiles.

“Nanxi, let’s live here someday, okay?” Wen Zhixu blurted, though she knew time was running out. Still, she could make this promise.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to—she truly longed for this life.

Qin Nanxi gazed out the window. She’d fallen for this place on her first visit—birds singing, flowers fragrant, breeze gentle. Most importantly, it was truly removed from others. This was the life she wanted.

No daily fears, no traumatic surprises, no waking as someone else, no forced separations from loved ones.

“Qingyue! I forgot my towel!” Tang Mo’s voice rang from the bathroom just as Qin Nanxi was about to speak.

Wen Zhixu sighed. Couldn’t Tang Mo have waited a few minutes? Qin Nanxi had been on the verge of saying something important.

She passed the towel inside. “Anything else missing?”

Tang Mo turned off the shower. “No.”

“Are you sure?” Wen Zhixu pressed.

The water turned back on. “Positive.”

Wen Zhixu returned to bed just as a bolt of lightning flashed outside. Her heart tightened, and she immediately hugged Qin Nanxi. Qin Nanxi pulled the blanket over them and said, “I’m willing.”

“What?” Wen Zhixu had just asked several questions and wasn’t sure which one Qin Nanxi was answering.

Qin Nanxi smiled. “I said I’m willing to do anything.”

Wen Zhixu gently pinched her chin. “Good.”