Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

"Okay, I'll send it over to you then." Aunt Yun nodded with a smile and turned to go back to the kitchen.

After finishing breakfast, Song Yunzhi went out but didn't see Ji Nanye at the alley entrance. She didn't see him all day either, so at noon she had to ask Aunt Yun to take all the lunchboxes back with her.

On the morning of the third day, she finally saw her long-lost top student classmate. He had several bruises on his cheek and forehead, and his "darkening value" had increased to 80.

Song Yunzhi stared intently at him, and Ji Nanye smiled at her, "Long time no see, new classmate."

"Not long." Song Yunzhi looked away and said softly, "There are band-aids in the desk, you can put them on yourself."

"You gave them to me?" Ji Nanye took out two, his eyes brightening slightly. "Thank you, my dear deskmate."

"You're welcome."

Song Yunzhi glanced at his forehead, which was swollen quite a bit, giving him a kind of ugly-handsome look.

She lowered her head and messaged Aunt Yun to bring an extra meal, and also transferred her salary to someone named Y on WeChat.

Hearing his phone vibrate, Ji Nanye took it out and looked at it, his brows furrowing slightly.

y: [Thank you, no need.]

The red exclamation mark was particularly eye-catching. Ji Nanye's eyelids twitched. Had he blocked him?

Are all rich people this domineering?

Holding onto the 50,000 yuan was like a hot potato. Ji Nanye contacted the assistant who had previously reached out to him, wanting to get the money back, but the assistant had blocked him.

Ji Nanye: "..."

The boy raised his hand and pressed a band-aid to his forehead, hissing softly.

That's great, I got 50,000 yuan for free.

Song Yunzhi looked over at the sound, saw that he hadn't posted it in the right place, and remained silent.

Ji Nanye turned to look at her, and couldn't help but lean closer, "Good deskmate, can you help me out?"

“We’re not that close.” Song Yunzhi pursed her lips and reached out to help him put the mask on.

A small, white hand waved in front of his eyes. Ji Nanye closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll treat you to dinner."

"No need." Song Yunzhi gently pressed his wound, and when she heard his low gasp, she raised the corner of her eye.

The new deskmate is incredibly quiet; he ignores everyone in class and doesn't chat at all after class.

Ji Nanye did a set of science practice papers, checked the answers, and then fell asleep on the table.

This was the first time Song Yunzhi had seen him do a test. The test paper was under his head, but the score was showing. The handwriting was elegant and looked a bit arrogant: 294 points.

There is no justice.

She silently looked away and continued scrolling.

At noon, seeing that Ji Nanye was still sleeping, Song Yunzhi went downstairs to eat. When she came back and saw that he was still sleeping, she really suspected that he had gone to steal during the night.

“Ji Nanye.” She skillfully poked his arm.

"Hmm?" The boy turned his head and met the girl's bright, watery eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I brought too much food, you can have it." Song Yunzhi pushed the lunchbox over.

Ji Nanye stared blankly at the pink insulated box. Was his new deskmate being a little too nice to him?

"Never mind." Song Yunzhi took the lunchbox back.

"Yes!" The boy reached out and pressed down, his hand landing squarely on her fingers.

He turned his head and met those bright, blinking eyes. It felt like being rubbed by a fluffy cat, and his heart felt a tingling sensation.

"Consider it a treat from you. I'll treat you this weekend." Ji Nanye grinned, opened the insulated food container, and found it full of rice and dishes, with a wonderful aroma.

His stomach growled at just the right moment, and he buried his head and started showing off.

Song Yunzhi nudged his arm.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Ji Nanye stopped and looked at her.

Song Yunzhi pointed to his exam paper, "May I take a look?"

"Take a look, ask me if you don't understand." Ji Nanye pushed the test paper towards her and continued eating.

My classmate's food smells so good, it's making me dizzy with the aroma.

Song Yunzhi quietly looked at the test paper beside him, while Ji Nanye finished his meal in a few minutes and took the lunchbox out to wash it.

When I returned to the classroom, there were many more people there, and Song Yunzhi was already taking a nap on her desk.

He sat down next to her, put down his lunchbox, glanced at her, and then couldn't help but look at her again.

With such long eyelashes, she must be a lash fairy.

Song Yunzhi suddenly opened her eyes and met the boy's dark, curious gaze. She then turned to lie on her side.

Ji Nanye lay down like her and said softly, "Classmate, you still haven't told me your name?"

Song Yunzhi remained silent.

The boy leaned over the edge of the table and whispered, "My name is Ji Nanye, what's yours?"

"Song Yunzhi." The more she didn't say it, the more suspicious it seemed, so she simply said it.

"Song?" Ji Nanye subconsciously raised his voice.

Song Yunzhi's heart skipped a beat, but she calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel like there are quite a lot of people with the surname Song." Ji Nanye looked at her with his dark eyes. "Do you need a bodyguard?"

It was a blatant test.

Song Yunzhi said calmly, "What do we need bodyguards for?"

"I can take you to and from school, carry your things, beat up people for you, stand in the corner for you as punishment, and take the beating for you—I can do it all." He enthusiastically promoted himself, his sales pitch appearing quite adept.

Song Yunzhi looked at him strangely, "Do you want money?"

“One thing at a time, I’ll give you the price for someone at the same table.” He held up one finger.

Song Yunzhi, no longer sleepy, asked curiously, "Ten thousand?"

One yuan a day.

"..."

They're treating her like a primary school student.

Song Yunzhi turned her head away and ignored him.

She was afraid that if he paid her only one yuan a day, he would turn around and harass her sugar daddy.

He continued to sleep on his desk, and Ji Nanye next to him quieted down, with only the sound of pages turning and pens sliding in his ears.

I drifted off to sleep, and when the school bell rang, the teacher came in and called for everyone to stand up.

Song Yunzhi was still asleep when she felt someone lift her up. She opened her eyes, looked up, and met the boy's half-smiling gaze. "Class is starting, little deskmate."

"Thank you too."

"You're welcome."

"..."

The teacher handed out the new mock exam papers, and by the time Lin Nana passed them to Song Yunzhi, they were all gone.

"Teacher, there's one less test paper." Ji Nanye pushed his own paper towards her and raised his long arm.

The math teacher came down, his tone very gentle and trusting, "Take mine first. Just look at the last big question; the solution is already written out."

"Well, thank you teacher."

"You can go up and explain to the students if they don't understand something later."

"Okay." Ji Nanye nodded skillfully, clearly it was a common occurrence.

Song Yunzhi was working on her problems diligently, but her gaze was occasionally drawn to the boy's fingers as he twirled his pen.

Ji Nanye reached out and placed his hand on the top of her head, manually turning it back to her. "I won't turn it anymore. You just write seriously."

"..."

Ji Nanye did not skip class in the afternoon. He spent the whole afternoon explaining the problems to the class in a concise, clear, and easy-to-understand way.

Song Yunzhi has finally understood the two points of knowledge she didn't understand before.

"Yunzhi, the school sports meet is coming up soon. Do you want to participate? There are still several running spots available." Lin Nana turned around. She was the class's sports representative, and the teacher had entrusted her with this task.

Song Yunzhi shook her head.

Even if she wanted to participate, her legs weren't long enough. Others ran one step, she ran two steps; others ran eight laps, she ran four laps.

Thinking back, I used to be someone who actively participated in sports meets, but now I can only watch enviously.

"Alright then, I'll go look for someone else."

Ji Nanye stepped down from the podium, picked up a glass of water to drink, and upon hearing their conversation, sat down and asked, "What's left?"

"The 3,000-kilometer run is all about participation," Lin Nana immediately replied, placing the registration form in front of her with a bright smile. "Write your name here."

Ji Nanye quickly wrote his name, picked up his schoolbag, glanced at Song Yunzhi, and said, "Let's go, deskmate."

He just left, without saying anything to her.

Song Yunzhi glanced at the registration form; out of 3,000 girls, no one had signed up.

"Just sign up, it's all about participation," Lin Nana urged.

"Is it okay if I run slowly?" Song Yunzhi asked earnestly.

"So what? Last year, I ran the 100 meters and my shoes fell off. I finished the race on foot, and no one laughed at me. They all cheered me on."

"..."

Song Yunzhi was relieved and silently filled in her name.

Ji Nanye didn't come to evening self-study, but Song Yunzhi saw him again at the school gate after class.

The boy was leaning against the wall by the gate, looking down intently at his phone.

Song Yunzhi walked over quietly.

He definitely won't notice that I'm wearing my school uniform this time.

After walking a few steps, another person appeared beside me.

"Ji Nanye!" She stopped and looked up at the smiling boy. He was very tall, and the lights seemed to dim behind him.

The boy stopped in his tracks, looked down at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't need to see you off, and don't follow me."

“It’s not safe for you to be alone.” He gestured with his hand, implying that a child that tall should be picked up by a parent, without any malicious intent.

But Song Yunzhi was about to cry, "Don't you dare say I'm short!"

She turned and walked away, somewhat annoyed.

Ji Nanye was slightly taken aback, then quickly followed, before slowing his pace. "I didn't say anything."

"Song Yunzhi, that's not what I meant."

"You're not short, don't misunderstand," he quickly explained. "Eating more steamed buns will make you taller."

Song Yunzhi glared at him with slight annoyance, lowered her head, and stepped on his shoe.

Ji Nanye paused, then watched the girl run away with her backpack, and chuckled to himself.

Step on people very gently.

"Brother Nan, what are you looking at?" Xiong Yifan rode over on his bicycle.

"Little butterfly".

"Where did these butterflies come from in the middle of the night?" he asked, looking around curiously.

Ji Nanye looked away. "You can't see it."

Xiong Yifan was completely confused. He pushed off the pedal with one foot, making the bicycle chain rattle. "Are you going to tutoring tonight? My mom wants you to come to my house for lobster."

"Don't go."

"Brother Nan, give me some face."

"You are thick-skinned."

"Me, thick-skinned?"

Only after the person had walked away did Xiong Yifan realize what it meant.

The week passed quickly. Ji Nanye ate the meals that Song Yunzhi brought every day, and he felt like a gigolo who lived off a woman.

"What do you want to eat this weekend? It'll be my treat." Ji Nanye asked, turning his head as he watched the girl packing her things in an orderly manner.

Song Yunzhi glanced at him, "No need."

"How much rice do you eat at home every day?" Ji Nanye scratched his head.

Song Yunzhi asked, puzzled, "What?"

"Nothing, are you going to the library again tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Oh," the boy replied casually, tapping the desk surface lightly with his finger.

Song Yunzhi looked at the "darkening value" hanging above his head: 88, pretty lucrative.

"I'm going back." She slung her backpack over her shoulder.

Ji Nanye's eyes flickered slightly, a smile appeared on his lips, and he immediately followed, "Wait for me, deskmate."

He didn't need to wait; he caught up with her in a flash.

Song Yunzhi turned her head to look at him, but could only see his arm. She had to tilt her head back to see his face.

The boy's face was radiant with a bright and carefree smile, the most dazzling color of his youth.

Of course, this is on the premise that we ignore his level of darkness.

Ji Nanye walked beside her with small, quick steps, his gait somewhat comical, but he didn't seem to notice anything wrong with it.

Occasionally, I would glance down at the girl with her hair in a ponytail; the night breeze was gentle and warm.

It's a very novel feeling, one I've never experienced before.

He tilted his head and reached out to pick up Song Yunzhi's schoolbag. "Little classmate, think about it and ask me to be your bodyguard."

He probably has some obsession with being a bodyguard.

Song Yunzhi ignored him and let him carry the bag; at least she felt more at ease.

"How about we add each other on QQ?" The boy took out his phone, a hint of expectation in his eyes. "The whole class is on it, you have to be on it too."

He opened his contacts and specifically assigned a group to Class 1 of Senior Three.

Song Yunzhi had no choice but to give him the numbers. When she saw a familiar black avatar pop up on her side, she clicked "add".

Luckily it wasn't WeChat, otherwise I would have been exposed.

When Ji Nanye saw the notification that his friend had accepted his request, he couldn't help but smile.

My deskmate's profile picture is so cute; it's a big, chubby, silver-white cat.

As he walked out of the alley, Ji Nanye politely stopped and waved to the girl, "Bye-bye."

"Bye-Bye."

The girl in the blue and white school uniform walked away, her figure gradually disrupting the light.

"Looking at the little butterflies again, Brother Nan?" Xiong Yifan suddenly appeared from behind, chuckling.

Ji Nanye retaliated with an elbow strike, his face stern as he said, "Who are you trying to scare to death?"

"Ouch, I've got internal injuries!" Xiong Yifan clutched his stomach, meeting the boy's still serious expression, and dropped his playful grin. "It's alright now."

"Brother Nan, can you tutor me this weekend? The monthly exam is coming up soon."

"Cramming at the last minute." Ji Nanye turned and left. "I told you to practice more questions before, but you didn't listen."

"Brother Nan, please have mercy on me. If I get the lowest score in the monthly exam, my mom will beat me to death."

"Ah."

"Really? It's a deal then, come to my place tomorrow!"

"Library, 7 a.m."

"Tomorrow's a holiday, Nan-ge, can't you sleep in?"

"It's only for one hour; there will be a charge for exceeding the time limit."

Xiong Yifan: "......"

At the Song family home, after taking a shower and getting into bed, Song Yunzhi happened to see a message sent by Ji Nanye.

y: [Hey deskmate, are you home yet?]

Song: [Going to sleep.]

y: [Goodnight, deskmate.]

Song: [Good night.]

Song Yunzhi put down her phone, read a book for a while, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

Little did they know that Ji Nanye, who was lying on the bed, was inexplicably excited and rolling around, his laughter eerily loud.

"Ah!" Ji Nanye hit his head on the bedside table, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and quieted down.

Touching the bump on his forehead, he pressed it down, and it grew even bigger.

Ji Nanye immediately wilted and stopped smiling.

Song Yunzhi got up very early and changed her clothes several times before finally choosing one that she was satisfied with.

She tied her hair into a fluffy bun and skipped downstairs.

"Aunt Yun, I'm going out with my classmates today. Could you pack some breakfast and fruit for me?"