Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

When she got home, she was almost soaked by the rain. Her sticky, cold clothes clung to her body, and she couldn't help but sneeze.

"Why didn't you take a taxi back? Why are you soaked in the rain like this?" When Ni's mother saw this, she immediately grabbed an umbrella and came out to greet her.

"Where's Dad?" Ni Qing glanced at the living room and slowly walked inside.

Ni's mother's smile was a little forced: "Your father is working overtime at the company. He's been quite busy lately. There's been a bit of a problem with the board of directors."

Ni Qing didn't say anything more. She felt that her voice was a little hoarse and nasal, and she felt a little dizzy. In order to avoid getting sick, she changed her clothes and took a hot shower.

I went to bed without even eating dinner.

I have class the next day, but...

"Oh dear, your fever has reached 38.8 degrees Celsius! Should we take the day off?!" Ni's mother stood by the bed with a thermometer in hand, looking at the swollen area on the bed with heartache in her eyes.

Ni Qing was covered by the blanket, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over, but she still said slowly, "No need, I just took my medicine. If I feel really uncomfortable, I'll come back."

“You should have taken a taxi back yesterday—” Ni’s mother kept looking at the thermometer. “The weather isn’t very hot now, it’s almost autumn, and you got caught in the rain late at night. How could you not get sick?”

Ni Qing changed her clothes slowly, sniffed her stuffy nose, and resolutely walked to school.

She was drowsy, her eyelids were drooping lazily, and her face was strangely flushed. She almost bumped into a car parked on the side of the road.

"That looks like Miss Ni. Would you like a ride with her, young master?" Uncle Li drove very slowly and could see her listless figure from afar.

Shen Changsu rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window, his eyes unconsciously following Ni Qing. His expression was indifferent, and after a long while, he coldly said, "No need."

Uncle Li shuddered for some reason, sensing that his young master was in a bad mood.

A pure black sedan brushed past Ni Qing, and the young man's indifferent gaze inadvertently swept across Ni Qing's face as he watched her gradually disappear into the distance.

By the time Ni Qing arrived at school, morning classes had already ended. As is customary, the seating arrangement is changed on the first Monday of each month to protect the students' eyesight.

When she entered the classroom, her seat had changed from the outer aisle seat in the third group to the window seat in the first group. She wondered which kind person had helped her move the seat.

Yan Yue's eyes lit up when she saw Ni Qing come in, and she said playfully, "I thought you weren't coming to school today." She quickly noticed something was wrong with the girl, "Why is your face so red?"

Ni Qing perked up and smiled lazily at her: "Never seen this before, have you? It's the most popular blush this year. Want me to apply one for you?"

"Never mind, never mind." Yan Yue waved her hands repeatedly. She knew nothing about makeup and was not interested in it. Besides, makeup was basically not allowed at school, except for a very few exceptions.

Ni Qing seems to care a lot about her appearance, always appearing with light makeup, but this time, her beautiful lip color seems too pale.

Yan Yue thought to herself.

She stepped aside from Yan Yue and walked to Shen Changsu's side, saying in a muffled voice, "Make way." Whether it was because of her fever or something else, she felt that Shen Changsu hadn't moved for a while, so she couldn't help but look up at him.

Meeting the boy's nonchalant gaze, she then saw him barely manage to make way for him.

Ni Qing: "..."

She didn't say anything, but squeezed in close to Shen Changsu's back. Her head was throbbing so badly that she felt like her vision was going black, and she had slept all morning.

Until the last class, the history teacher tapped on the podium, her thick glasses reflecting a cold light. She was extremely impatient: "What are some people doing coming to school? Can't they sleep comfortably at home? Why do they have to come to school to sleep? It's a waste of their family's money."

Everyone knew who she was talking about, and they all turned their attention to the person at the back of the classroom by the window.

Unfortunately, the person involved didn't seem to hear, and didn't move a finger at all.

The history teacher laughed in exasperation: "Shen Changsu, wake Ni Qing up and make her stand outside." In the past, she might have been wary of the Ni family, but things had changed drastically. Everyone could kick such people while they were down.

She was already frequently upset by Ni Qing, and now this only added fuel to the fire.

"Teacher, Ni Qing seems to be feeling unwell..." Yan Yue tried to explain.

Shen Changsu remained silent and did not try to wake Ni Qing.

"Am I talking to you, Yan Yue? Is your name Ni Qing? You can skip class even when you're not sick. If you're really sick, how come you're still coming to school? Your history grades have also dropped a lot recently. Don't associate with shady people."

The history teacher's tone was very harsh, which made Yan Yue's face turn ashen with anger, but she couldn't refute him because of her status.

The moment the words were spoken, a loud bang came from the classroom.

The woman rubbed her red eyes, stood straight in her seat, and stared at the history teacher with a half-smile in her bright eyes: "So what if I'm a scoundrel? You're still the teacher of this kind of trashy student, aren't you?"

"You, you—" The history teacher pointed at her, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Ni Qing curled her lip, suppressing her impatience: "Didn't your parents tell you not to point at people when you talk? That's so rude!"

The teacher's face turned completely green. She roared, "I can't teach this book for another day! Let whoever wants to teach it do it. If every student were like you..."

"If you can't continue teaching, write your resignation letter." She coldly interrupted the jarring noise. The feeling of dizziness and lightheadedness became more and more obvious, and even her head was buzzing. She steadied herself and prepared to skip class and go home.

"Excuse me, could you move aside a bit more—" Before he could finish speaking, darkness enveloped his vision, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Shen Changsu instinctively hugged the unconscious Ni Qing. The girl's body temperature was burning hot, and even his palms instinctively clenched.

The students watching the play erupted in an uproar.

The girl's lips were pale, but her cheeks had an unnatural flush. Her dark hair barely covered her face, and her furrowed brows could be vaguely seen.

"Oh, you've even put on an act. Ni Qing, stand up and get out." The history teacher simply didn't believe it. "Song Qin, go and call the homeroom teacher over. Have him take her to the office to reflect on her actions."

Song Qin, still wearing a gloating smile, changed to a gentle tone and said, "Okay, teacher."

She barely managed to stand up when she heard the cold voice of the person she had been longing for: "Her fever is very high. If you delay treatment, the consequences will be something you, teacher, cannot afford to bear. What do you say?"

The history teacher froze instantly when Shen Changsu spoke. She didn't dare to throw a tantrum at him, so she could only go along with it: "She really has a fever? Then find someone to take her to the infirmary."

"I'll take care of it." He glanced at Lin Yan, who was about to stand up, then lazily and casually picked her up and left the classroom, leaving everyone else behind.