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

Senior year of high school is spent doing practice problems and taking exams day after day, and before you know it, it's Chinese New Year.

Song Yunzhi usually doesn't go back to Nancheng during holidays; her parents always come to visit her. Now that school is on holiday for the Chinese New Year, she has to go back.

"Hey deskmate, when are you coming back?"

"I'll be back when school starts."

"Will you call me?"

"I'll call you if I encounter a problem I don't know how to solve."

Ji Nanye choked, then thought that at least he wasn't calling someone else, "Then can I call you if I have any questions I don't know how to answer?"

"sure."

"Will this bother you?" He muttered under his breath, his fingers restlessly stroking her puffy down jacket. "There are quite a few questions I don't know how to answer."

"It won't bother you, stop poking my clothes." Song Yunzhi poked back, her face tense, and said, "Poke your own clothes."

My own isn't fun.

Ji Nanye inwardly protested, but on his face he remained obedient, "Okay."

The winter break was only half a month long, and Ji Nanye felt terrible at the thought of not seeing Song Yunzhi for so long.

Coincidentally, the school starts its winter break tomorrow, and there's no indication that they're going to rescind the notice.

They don't even know to attend an extra evening study session; they have no ambition whatsoever.

After the last class, Song Yunzhi packed her things, turned her head to look at Ji Nanye. His affection level was 90 and his dark side level was 30. This semester was progressing very well.

"Ji Nanye."

"Hmm, did you call me, deskmate?" The boy immediately turned his head, capped his pen, and looked at her sideways.

Song Yunzhi had already prepared a New Year's gift for him in her schoolbag. "I'm going back to Nancheng soon. You have to call me every day during the winter vacation and listen to Grandma Ji."

"Leaving in a bit?"

"Yes, Mom and Dad are here to pick me up."

Ji Nanye's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head. "I know. What's this? It's quite heavy."

"A New Year's gift for you."

"You kids from the South, really. I didn't even prepare a gift for you." His voice became low and hoarse. "Now it's too late to give it to you."

"It'll be the same if you make it up to me next year." Song Yunzhi reached out and patted his head. He looked a bit like a wronged kitten. "You can open the gift when you get home. I'm leaving now. See you next year."

"I'll give it to you." Ji Nanye held the heavy gift in his arms, his dark eyes looking at her.

Song Yunzhi nodded, then asked with concern, "You'll listen to Grandma, won't you?"

"Classmate, did Grandma give you something in return?" Ji Nanye couldn't help but laugh, rubbing her little head. Meeting her fierce gaze, he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I'll listen to everything."

It's small in size, but quite powerful.

Ji Nanye accompanied her to the school gate, and stopped when they saw Song's parents.

Song Yunzhi turned her head and waved, "Bye-bye, deskmate."

"Bye-bye." Ji Nanye waved calmly, revealing a big smile.

As the family of three walked away, the smile on his face faded, and he looked down at the New Year's gift in his arms.

When I got home, I opened the box and found a gold cartoon boy model that looked a bit like him.

His gaze paused for a moment, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

My little deskmate is really extravagant. He gave me gold as a New Year's gift. No wonder he was told to go home and see it; otherwise, someone might snatch it away on the way.

Ji Nanye poked the model, which was even more expensive than his own, and muttered to himself, "How am I supposed to reciprocate?"

Even if I sold myself, I wouldn't be worth that price.

Song Yunzhi had just lain down after taking a shower when she received a call from Ji Nanye.

"Hey deskmate, I have a question I can't answer." The boy's carefree voice came from behind.

Song Yunzhi sat up. "Okay, take a picture and show it to me."

"Are you asleep, deskmate? I'm eating braised goose in an iron pot, it smells amazing."

Song Yunzhi: "......"

What, he's doing his homework while stewing goose in an iron pot?

Song Yunzhi laughed in exasperation, "I'm going to sleep now, you eat your food properly."

"Hey deskmate, Xiong Yifan just hit me."

"Ok?"

"You wouldn't let me fight, so I didn't dare to fight back."

"Brother Nan, who are you talking to on the phone?" Xiong Yifan came in from outside. "Little Butterfly?"

"Ouch! Brother Nan, why did you hit me?"

Song Yunzhi lay down and snuggled into the blankets, listening to the two people chattering away on the other end of the line, her eyebrows curving into a smile.

"Are you going to eat or not? If you are, then shut up!" Ji Nanye threatened in a low voice, turning his phone to the other side, his tone immediately becoming gentler, "I will eat properly, goodnight, classmate."

"Goodnight," Song Yunzhi replied. The other end of the line didn't hang up for a long time. She then asked, "Ji Nanye, who is Little Butterfly?"

Ji Nanye touched his nose. "I don't know."

"No fighting allowed."

"Ok."

Song Yunzhi hung up the phone and went to sleep.

After confirming the call had ended, Ji Nanye snatched the steamed bun from Xiong Yifan's hand and said through gritted teeth, "We have a make-up class at the library at seven tomorrow. If you're late, I'll beat you up."

Xiong Yifan: "......"

What did he do? He didn't do anything!

On the eve of the Lunar New Year, Ji Nanye took the old lady home and put on TV programs for her to watch.

"Ono, peel an apple for me."

"Okay." The boy walked over and sat down, holding an apple and a fruit knife, glancing at his phone every now and then.

The old lady smiled and squinted, then made a request: "Cut it into small pieces, my teeth aren't good anymore because I'm old."

"Okay." Ji Nanye cut one half into a small piece and ate the other half himself.

The old lady reached out and slapped him, "I told you to peel the apple, but you ate it yourself."

"Grandma, it's not good for the elderly to eat too much at night," Ji Nanye said earnestly, making a crunching sound as he took a bite of his apple.

Seeing that he was still looking down at his phone, the old lady reached out and slapped him again, "If you want to make a call, go make one. Why are you always staring at me?"

"I do not have."

"If you won't hit me, I will. I haven't chatted with your deskmate in a long time."

"Grandma!" Ji Nanye exclaimed anxiously, "She hasn't replied to my messages, she must be asleep. You're not allowed to call and disturb her."

"Who goes to bed at seven o'clock? Your little deskmate is ignoring you now!" The old lady smiled, her eyes crinkling, never missing an opportunity to make a scene.

Ji Nanye: "..."

Seeing that the old man was engrossed in watching TV, he quietly went back to his room, wishing he could stare the phone until it bore a hole.

Song Yunzhi went to bed early today. In the afternoon, she accompanied her mother shopping for four hours, and her legs no longer belonged to her.

After taking a shower, I did a set of practice tests, but I was too lazy to even check the answers before going to bed.

I woke up in the morning and saw Ji Nanye's message. I quickly replied, and the next second, the phone rang.

"My deskmate."

A hoarse voice came from the other end. Song Yunzhi was taken aback. "Ji Nanye, I went to bed early last night and didn't see your message."

"Ah."

"Did you sleep last night?" Song Yunzhi asked softly.

"I'm asleep, I had a nightmare."

"Dreams are always the opposite of reality, don't be afraid."

"Yes, it's the opposite." Ji Nanye chuckled softly.

I dreamt I was on the phone all night, and when I woke up my deskmate answered.

That's exactly the opposite.

My deskmate has a really nice voice.