Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Yang Yue casually returned to her room, while Wen Zhixu sat up, her face still flushed. She was only wearing a tank top, revealing collarbones marked with faint red traces—whether from heat or prolonged touching was unclear.

Yang Yue remarked, “Teacher Song, you really can’t hold your liquor. Last night, something happened with Teacher Zhang, so I went to the bar to find her and asked Chaoyao to take care of you. We should thank her later.”

Wen Zhixu listened but thought to herself: Didn’t she tell you not to mention it? You couldn’t even keep it quiet for a minute.

“What happened to Teacher Zhang?”

Yang Yue sighed. “You know her partner was a girl, right? They recently broke up, and she’s been really down. Last night, she went drinking alone at a bar and called me to join her. I couldn’t just leave her there, so I went.”

Zhang Zhiwan liked women, but her parents were somewhat overbearing—one of the reasons she ended up at the orphanage.

Wen Zhixu had initially worried that others might distance themselves if they found out she had feelings for a teacher. But it seemed the world the system placed her in was predominantly female, sparing her unnecessary emotional complications.

Yang Yue added, “You should’ve seen Teacher Zhang last night—downing bottle after bottle. I was so scared I’d have to call 120 that I kept my phone on the emergency dial screen the whole time.”

Wen Zhixu couldn’t help but laugh. “Haha, don’t worry. They’ll make up eventually.”

This wasn’t the first time Zhang Zhiwan had drowned her sorrows in alcohol, nor was it their first breakup—or their first reconciliation.

With that topic exhausted, Yang Yue studied Wen Zhixu curiously, noticing her flushed skin and bare upper body. “Aren’t you cold?”

Only then did Wen Zhixu become aware of her arms, which had nearly stiffened from the chill. She hurriedly pulled on a fuzzy pajama top and wrapped herself in the blanket. “Thanks for reminding me—I really was freezing.”

She had deliberately checked earlier—her pants were still on. So, nothing had happened between her and Chaoyao last night? They’d just slept together?

Sigh…

What a waste.

Then again, Chaoyao might not even be 18 yet. Eighteen and 18 years old weren’t the same thing. If she wasn’t legally an adult, wouldn’t that make Wen Zhixu a criminal?

“So… what did you two do last night? Did Chaoyao—”

“Nothing happened!” Wen Zhixu cut in, afraid she might say something misleading.

Yang Yue looked puzzled but nodded. “Alright. It’s just that Chaoyao suddenly called me, so I thought something might’ve gone wrong.”

Once warmed up, Wen Zhixu got out of bed, her mind a mess. Part of her wanted to recall last night’s events, while another part dreaded it.

As she wrestled with her thoughts, the system suddenly chimed in:

Host, the mission has made initial progress. As a reward, I can grant you a small wish—like reviewing last night’s footage.

Wen Zhixu scoffed internally. Yeah, right. Not interested.

A minute later—

“Wait for me to freshen up. We’ll go to the rooftop later.”

She quickly grabbed her toiletries from under the bed, slipped into ill-fitting slippers, and rushed to the washbasin—only to run into the very person who made her blush.

Chaoyao had just arrived at the washbasin area. Since few people lived on this floor, the spacious washing area now held only the two of them. To ease the awkwardness, Wen Zhixu said, “I heard you were the one who took care of me last night?”

“I merely helped you to your bed,” Chaoyao replied coldly. “So please, when you know your alcohol tolerance, don’t come looking for me while drunk.”

Wen Zhixu: “…”

Was there an issue with the favorability meter? Didn’t it increase? Why did Chaoyao seem even colder than before, almost… annoyed?

Wen Zhixu coughed awkwardly to diffuse the tension. “Well, thank you for your help… It was my first time drinking, so I didn’t hold back properly.”

“Oh, and we have a holiday tonight. How about I treat you to a movie?”

“Not interested,” Chaoyao refused outright.

Undeterred, Wen Zhixu pressed, “Then how about dinner first, followed by a movie?”

Chaoyao set down her basin and locked eyes with Wen Zhixu for a full minute before responding slowly, “I’ll treat you to dinner, then you can pay for the movie.”

Wen Zhixu: “Sounds good. But…”

But do you even have money?

“Don’t worry,” Chaoyao said, as if reading her thoughts. “I have money.”

“Ahaha, I didn’t mean it like that… The movie won’t cost anything. We can just split the dinner bill, no need to overthink it.”

Chaoyao didn’t reply further, simply finishing her washing and returning to the dorm with her basin.

Wen Zhixu’s mind raced—why had Chaoyao’s favorability increased? Was the person who held her hand this morning really Chaoyao? Could she have had a soul swap too?

This was getting interesting. What if everyone turned out to have a mission system? Wouldn’t that mean completing the task in minutes with everyone happy?

Host, that’s impossible. You’re the only transmigrator in this world.

Wen Zhixu rolled her eyes. She knew this was a novel world—she was just playing along.

Actually, the movie outing was non-negotiable. From her novel memories, Chaoyao’s first cinema experience had been arranged by a schoolteacher, but she’d disappeared that night and locked herself in her room for three days upon returning.

Wen Zhixu suspected something traumatic had happened, and the timing matched—this very week. Soon, the dean would announce an “educational” film screening with free tickets for all the children.

–

The final afternoon class was Wen Zhixu’s, and she’d also be announcing the movie trip.

As the bell rang, the children returned to their seats. With tomorrow being a day off, their minds had already wandered, eyes glued to the world outside.

“Ahem.” Wen Zhixu tapped the blackboard. “Listen up—the dean is taking everyone to the cinema tonight. After the movie, you’ll return immediately under Teacher Yang and Teacher Zhang’s supervision. No wandering off, no talking to strangers, and absolutely no leaving the teachers’ sight.”

Wen Zhixu had made plans to go out alone with Chaoyao, so she took two movie tickets and asked the orphanage director for permission to take Chaoyao out. Since there weren’t many children and they had enough staff, the director agreed.

“Wow! That’s amazing!!!”

The children in the classroom erupted in excitement. They rarely had opportunities to go out, spending even their days off playing inside the orphanage. Of course, the school often showed movies and news programs to the kids in class.

Wen Zhixu tapped the blackboard again. “Quiet, quiet. Class is starting now. Everyone focus—if I catch anyone not paying attention before the bell rings, we won’t go.”

Children were easy to manage at this age. Faced with the promise of freedom, they quickly straightened up, and the classroom fell silent immediately.

When the bell rang, Wen Zhixu handed over to Yang Yue and went to the next classroom to find Chaoyao. Chaoyao was still there, studying intently.

“Hey there,” Wen Zhixu broke the silence, leaning against the doorframe with her head tilted. “Ready for lunch?”

Chaoyao set down her pen and glanced behind her. “I heard the movie outing is for the whole group. Are we going with them?”

“Ah,” Wen Zhixu walked in. “I got special permission. You’re not one of the kids—we’re going alone.”

Chaoyao pinched the paper in front of her, then put on her glasses and slowly stood up. “Alright.”

–

The city streets were bustling with life. Wen Zhixu seemed to revert to her old self, pulling Chaoyao through the lively alleys until they stopped beside a stone lion statue. With a grin, she said, “Take a photo of me, will you?”

Chaoyao didn’t refuse, pulling out her phone to snap pictures. Wen Zhixu hugged the stone lion, her eyes crinkling into crescents, radiating infectious joy.

But as Chaoyao raised the phone, her expression suddenly changed. Her pupils dilated, the corners of her eyes reddened slightly, and her hand holding the phone froze mid-air, unmoving.

Noticing the shift, Wen Zhixu thought the photo was done and walked over curiously. “Did you… get it?”

But seeing the tears welling in Chaoyao’s eyes, she asked again, “What’s wrong?”

Chaoyao was about to shake her head and say it was nothing when a group of girls approached. The leader, a short-haired girl, bent slightly and waved with a smile. “Long time no see, Chaoyao.”

Wen Zhixu studied them curiously. They were dressed similarly in typical winter outfits, some with short hair, others long, all with fair skin and pretty features.

From the short-haired girl’s words, they seemed to be classmates. Wen Zhixu nudged Chaoyao lightly and whispered, “Who are they?”

Chaoyao tried to pull Wen Zhixu away, but as she turned, the short-haired girl grabbed her sleeve. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your… friend here?”

“No need. Let go.”

“Hahaha,” the other girls burst into laughter. The short-haired girl smirked. “What? Are you scared? Or… do you think we’re not worth mentioning?”

Even though Wen Zhixu didn’t know these people, she could tell they were trouble. She immediately slapped away the girl’s hand and said, “If you already know, why bother asking? I don’t think she needs to introduce you. As for you all…” Wen Zhixu gave them a once-over, “I genuinely can’t find the words to describe you.”

Chaoyao’s eyes flickered with barely contained anger as she tried to pull Wen Zhixu away, but the girl grabbed hold of Wen Zhixu’s hand instead.

The short-haired girl remained unperturbed. “My name is Song Chaoyao. We’ll meet again. Next time, I hope you’ll say something more appropriate… Teacher Song Nuan.”