Villain Strategy Rules [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Wen Zhixu widened her eyes in disbelief as she stared at Song Chaoyao…

Wait, Song Chaoyao, Song Nuan—could they be sisters?

No way, the system never mentioned that. It did say Song Nuan had parents, but only in passing, and their relationship didn’t seem great. Beyond that, she really had no clue.

No way, no way, no way!

They couldn’t actually be sisters, right?

Wen Zhixu slowly spoke, “How do you know my name? Do we know each other?”

Song Chaoyao also seemed confused. She smiled and said, “Teacher Song Nuan really does have a short memory, huh? So, how exactly did you and Chaoyao become so close?”

Chaoyao remained silent, simply lowering her gaze to Wen Zhixu, hoping to hear something different from her.

Wen Zhixu felt completely lost. She sensed she was missing something. Though she didn’t know Song Chaoyao’s true identity, her gut told her Song Chaoyao wasn’t a good person. “Because Chaoyao is a good person. And I don’t think we need to continue this conversation.”

With that, Wen Zhixu grabbed Chaoyao’s hand and walked away. When they reached a narrow alley, Chaoyao stopped and asked, “Aren’t you worried about your parents, treating Song Chaoyao like that?”

Song Chaoyao, Song Chaoyao… parents, parents…

Alright, confirmed. They were definitely sisters. This was the system’s fault—it hadn’t warned her beforehand or made her pay attention to family dynamics.

“It’s fine. I don’t like her.”

Wen Zhixu silently asked the system, “Quick, tell me what Song Chaoyao’s relationship to me is.”

Half-sisters, same father, different mothers.

Just as she thought. But under these circumstances, their relationship was bound to be strained.

Chaoyao let out a mocking laugh, tilting her head to meet Wen Zhixu’s gaze, her eyes shadowed with gloom. “Really? After all… you’re sisters.”

“Of course it’s true,” Wen Zhixu said, shifting her gaze away. “Or what, do you like her?”

Chaoyao smirked. “Did you know she’s not a good person?”

“Let’s not worry about her. How about we go watch a movie?” Wen Zhixu rubbed her stomach and quickly changed her mind. “Actually, let’s go eat.”

Chaoyao: “You change your mind fast.”

Wen Zhixu: “I can’t help it if I’m hungry. Come on, take me somewhere. I remember you went to high school around here, right? Pick a place you think is good. My treat.”

Chaoyao replied, “There’s nothing worth eating here. You’ll probably be disappointed.”

Ignoring her, Wen Zhixu grabbed Chaoyao’s hand and dragged her to a bustling street, stopping in front of a barbecue stall. “This one. Thanks for the recommendation.”

Chaoyao: “…”

Yang Yue used to bring back skewers from this place all the time. The food was delicious, especially the grilled bread—sweet and addictive.

Wen Zhixu ordered her usual favorites, then handed the menu to Chaoyao. When she didn’t pick anything, Wen Zhixu added a few more dishes she thought Chaoyao might like. The two sat across from each other in silence, waiting for their food.

Just then, the system fed her some additional memories. These memories had always existed, but since both the system and Wen Zhixu were new—and she’d only skimmed the novel—neither had noticed the bugs before.

The relationship between Song Chaoyao and Song Nuan wasn’t good. In the original story, Song Nuan was several years older and had gotten into a prestigious university from a top high school. But Song Chaoyao’s grades were poor, and jealous of her sister attending such a good university, she had their parents pay to get her into this high school.

Song Nuan came from a well-off family with political connections, though she had a strained relationship with her parents and always claimed her family were farmers.

Wen Zhixu pondered—since Song Chaoyao knew Chaoyao, were they classmates?

To satisfy her curiosity, Wen Zhixu asked, “Are you and Song Chaoyao classmates?”

Chaoyao’s expression shifted slightly before she replied coolly, “Yes.”

“Bad bl00d between you?”

After a long silence, Chaoyao said, “What about you? Isn’t it the same for you?”

“Ah, it’s different,” Wen Zhixu muttered before falling silent. She felt Chaoyao had already formed an impression of her, which was why, while others started at zero favorability, hers was in the negatives.

For this reason! She had to prove herself!

“System, what’s the favorability level now?”

0.

Good, good. No gain, no loss—at least Chaoyao’s opinion of her had shifted somewhat during this time.

A few minutes later, just as their barbecue arrived and before they could take a bite, several uninvited guests entered the shop.

Song Chaoyao and her lackeys had also come to the barbecue joint, but Wen Zhixu was certain they weren’t here to eat—they were here to cause trouble for Chaoyao.

Song Chaoyao and her group directly sat at their table, with Song Chaoyao next to Chaoyao and the other two girls taking the remaining seats, neatly occupying all four sides.

Wen Zhixu asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Big sister,” Song Chaoyao said, her tone suddenly sweet, “I just wanted to eat with you. Why are you so unwelcoming? And didn’t Chaoyao tell you?” She slung an arm over Chaoyao’s shoulder. “We’re friends.”

Wen Zhixu didn’t buy it but had no idea what history lay between them. The other two girls stayed quiet, typical followers who hadn’t said a word. One with glasses kept her head down, deliberately avoiding Chaoyao’s direction.

Chaoyao shifted away coldly. “Know your place. I have no connection to you—now or ever.”

Song Chaoyao propped her chin on her hands, her large, watery eyes fixed on Chaoyao as she pouted. “Chaoyao, is there some misunderstanding? You seem so hostile toward me.”

Having been through life’s ups and downs, Wen Zhixu said nothing, focusing instead on stuffing food into her own and Chaoyao’s mouths, ignoring everyone else—until Song Chaoyao grabbed her hand.

“What?” Wen Zhixu raised an eyebrow. “Not even letting us eat now?”

Song Chaoyao frowned, pressing down hard on Wen Zhixu’s hand, then turned a cold face to Chaoyao. “Why are you two together? What exactly have you told her?”

Chaoyao smirked. “Want to know what I said? About what you did? Or what you wanted to do?”

With that, Chaoyao stood, pulling Wen Zhixu up and shoving Song Chaoyao aside with a parting remark: “You’d better pray we never meet again.”

Already off-balance, Song Chaoyao nearly toppled from the push but was steadied by one of the girls, who glared at Chaoyao. “Was that really necessary? So petty!”

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Zhixu clearly felt the bespectacled girl tremble. Before she could respond, she was forcefully dragged outside by Chaoyao.

Chaoyao whispered, “You can choose to go with your sister, or you can choose to stay with me.”

Was there even a choice? Her relationship with her sister was already strained—could her sister really help her succeed? If anything, she’d be lucky if her sister didn’t sabotage her.

Wen Zhixu said firmly, “Of course I choose you.”

A faint smile had just begun to form at the corner of Chaoyao’s lips when Wen Zhixu added, “I just can’t bear to part with all the food.”

She had been here for so long without receiving any money from her parents, basically surviving on the savings Song Nuan had left behind. But honestly, there was quite a bit of money.

“Don’t you dare leave!” Song Chaoyao shouted angrily.

Passersby at the entrance turned their heads at her outburst, but Chaoyao ignored Song Chaoyao completely and strode straight toward the alley ahead. Beyond that alley was the movie theater.

Song Chaoyao followed closely, grabbing Chaoyao’s hand at the alley’s entrance. Her eyes were red as she demanded, “What exactly did you say?”

“Tell me, what did you say?”

“What nonsense have you been spreading outside?”

Three rapid-fire questions left Wen Zhixu utterly confused. Logically, Song Chaoyao should have been the bully in this scenario, but now… whose eyes were actually red?

What had happened between Chaoyao and Song Chaoyao? Could it be that Chaoyao had deceived her sister’s feelings?

Wen Zhixu said, “She already told you everything she said.”

Those words were like coal in a fire, water in ice—instantly provoking Song Chaoyao. With a violent shove, Song Chaoyao pushed Chaoyao and then punched the wall beside them. “I want to hear it from you!!”

Chaoyao parted her red lips slightly. “It’s true.”

A sharp smack—the slap landed on Wen Zhixu’s face.

Thanks to years of reading situations, she had instantly recognized that Song Chaoyao was about to strike. Her body moved on its own, shielding Chaoyao from the blow.

What puzzled her, though, was that she had expected Song Chaoyao to follow up with another slap—after all, she was the one who got hit. Instead, Song Chaoyao stared at her own hand in disbelief, then stumbled backward until her back hit the wall.

The next second, Chaoyao pushed Wen Zhixu behind her. Her gaze lowered slightly, her pupils fixed intently on Song Chaoyao as she said slowly, “Is this the outcome you wanted?”

Song Chaoyao’s eyes widened, tears threatening to spill. The hair at her forehead was disheveled, and she looked like a rain-soaked doll. Pressing her hands against the wall, she didn’t say another word—just turned and ran without looking back.

Hiss… That hurt.

Only now did Wen Zhixu register the numbness in her cheek, the rising heat, and then the sharp sting of pain.

Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that slap.

After a moment of silence, Chaoyao turned around. Seeing the faint redness on Wen Zhixu’s face, she stammered, “D-Does it hurt?”

Wen Zhixu touched the throbbing spot, then feigned nonchalance. “It’s fine.”

Chaoyao reached out as if to touch it, but her hand dropped mid-air, her fingers brushing past Wen Zhixu’s sleeve with the breeze. Softly, she said, “You didn’t have to take that for me.”

Wen Zhixu grinned. “Then tell me what happened between you two.”

Chaoyao blinked. “What?”

“I said—tell me what happened between you two. At the very least, I’m your teacher, right? It’s normal for a teacher to care about her student. Especially when I just took a slap for you.”

“Alright.” Chaoyao reached out and gently caressed Wen Zhixu’s cheek, the warmth from her fingertips melting into her frozen heart. “But wait a moment. I don’t feel like watching the movie anymore—I just saw Teacher Yang. Would you mind if I went to take care of some personal matters?”

The sudden touch made Wen Zhixu shy, her earlier boldness fading. The words she wanted to say stuck in her throat, and in the end, she could only nod in response.