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

Song Ling's original intention was just to come and see the experimental subjects and take a peek at Ni Qing's research data. Although these were confidential matters, she always readily agreed whenever he made the request.

This time is no exception.

"Do you have any specific reference data for the experimental subject? I'd like to help you out; you have really dark circles under your eyes," he said, seemingly considerately.

Ni Qing replied almost without thinking, "Sure." Then, combining her previous memories, she got a little stuck.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Song Ling suppressed his impatience and asked, "What's wrong? Is it inconvenient? If so, then forget it."

She hesitated for a long time before saying, "I'm sorry, I don't have any specific parameters." Because Ni Qing hadn't done any research on Him in the past month or so, she couldn't come up with any specific parameters after a rough recollection.

Although she was telling the truth, Song Ling clearly didn't believe her, and even thought her excuse was a bit lame. After all, Ni Qing was a well-known workaholic; how could she possibly leave the experimental subject unattended?

Moreover... he couldn't understand why He was placed in the living area, merely as an experimental subject, yet treated as a human being.

Staying here won't make any progress; in fact, it might alert them. It's better to come back next time.

So Song Ling hurriedly bid farewell to Ni Qing and embarked on his journey back to his research institute.

"Ni Qing" was programmed, and indeed, every move she made had to follow the character's persona. After seeing Song Ling off with a flirtatious look in her eyes, she reverted to her icy demeanor and went into her laboratory.

He took out a brand-new blood-drawing needle from the drawer, his expression looking gloomy.

How could she not have done research? She disappointed Ah Ling.

The woman remained silent, her glasses reflecting a cold light. Being merely a robot, she was utterly lifeless, even her striking appearance paled in comparison.

After a long silence, she put the needle back in its original position, then opened the bottom drawer and took out the syringe.

The syringe was very thick, and even the needle tip was thin and long.

For a normal human, a full vial is a lethal dose.

She smiled, slowly stood up, and walked towards the room where the experimental subjects were arranged.

She opened the door not long after it was closed.

He seemed to have grown a little taller, and only looked up when he heard the door open, straightening his collar slightly.

The collar was still not properly turned up; instead, it was made even more disheveled. His indifferent gaze lingered on "Ni Qing's" face, as if observing something.

Unfortunately, the woman in white wasn't interested in his collar. Instead, she took out a syringe and said with a sneer, "Come here and have your blood drawn."

The tall, slender young man stood still, his lips slightly pursed, revealing no emotion.

Seeing that He hadn't come over for a long time, she assumed He couldn't understand human language, so she stepped over and sat down.

He roughly rolled up His sleeve and then inserted the reflective needle directly into His skin without even trying to find a vein.

Blood was being continuously drawn from his body, and his face became slightly pale. But he still showed no sign of resistance, only tilting his head to look at the white-robed doctor squatting in front of him.

"It will hurt." The boy's soft, clear voice rang out softly.

Ni Qing looked up in surprise, her expression showing no sign of frowning despite saying it would hurt. She chuckled coldly, "This little syringe hurts? Weren't you burned and submerged before? Afraid of this tiny syringe?"

The test subject fell silent, his lowered eyes revealing a hint of bewilderment.

The woman drew a full vial of blood without any hesitation, then turned and left without giving him another glance.

With a loud slam of the door, the room fell silent. He didn't turn on the light, but felt that the room was darker than usual.

On the other side, Ni Qing was still unaware that the male lead had been tortured by the AI. She arrived at the Quick Transmigration Bureau, panting, where several familiar old men were still drinking tea and bragging.

Seeing Ni Qing return, he looked surprised and asked, "Oh, you're not at work today?"

This question almost made her choke. She rolled her eyes and said, "When do I not go? I have something to do." Although she felt that the chances of finding the presiding judge were slim, she still asked the question unwillingly.

Do you know where the presiding judge is?

The old men paused in their tea-drinking, some looking quite composed: "How strange, I thought you would never want to see him again."

But it still provided some helpful clues.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early; he was sitting in his office."

Before she could ask any further questions, Ni Qing rushed over like a gust of wind.

There was no sound from inside the office, but she still knocked on the door out of courtesy.

"Come in." The cold yet magnetic voice almost perfectly matched the image of the male owner in her mind. She shook her head, banishing those strange thoughts, before pushing the door open and entering.

The room was dark, reminding Ni Qing of their first meeting in the same setting. The interior layout remained unchanged, with the presiding judge sitting at his desk, the golden mark on his forehead gleaming brightly.

He barely looked up, flipping through an ancient book that appeared to have been left from some unknown light-year.

"Is something the matter?" he asked in a calm voice.

The young man was still wearing a classic white robe, and he didn't stop turning the pages of the book in his hand.

The moon is sinking.

The girl's voice was clear and her pronunciation was distinct, but it was hard to tell what it meant.

The silver-haired youth paused in his book-turning, a dark and unfathomable emotion flashing in his eyes. He slowly closed the book and looked directly at the girl standing in front of him.

Few people call him by his first name.

Ni Qing could clearly feel the young man's powerful aura, his cold and emotionless eyes scrutinizing her.

Once inside the space, she reverts to her original form.

The girl's black hair cascaded down to her waist, smooth and glossy. Her fair face was delicate and petite, with bright, clear eyes that allowed her to be looked at without any pressure.

"I know you."

After a long pause, he blurted out a nonsensical remark.

Ni Qing was taken aback. She even thought he would be angry at her for being insubordinate, but she didn't expect him to say such a thing.

"Thanks to you, the previous world of punishment was a blessing." She stared at him with a deep gaze, her tone anything but grateful.

As the moon sank, he seemed not to have noticed, and simply nodded slightly: "What is it?" he asked indifferently.

Ni Qing was in a hurry and didn't keep them in suspense any longer, saying directly, "I'm currently in a very strange dimension. The original story ends with 'To be continued,' and the male lead looks a lot like you."

"Your Honor, do you know if there's anything suspicious about this?"

As the moon sank lower, it said indifferently, "The initial plane?"

Ni Qing didn't know what this initial plane meant, but she still asked the question that mattered most to her: "What about the male lead?"

After speaking, she waved her hand towards the void, and an electronic screen slowly materialized in the air. The appearance of the experimental subject was completely exposed to their view.

As the moon sank lower, he stared calmly at the figure on the screen that was almost a perfect replica of his, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.

He has little memory; he has forgotten most of his childhood memories. There are very few people who feel familiar to him, except for the boy in this world and Ni Qing.

There was a hint of confusion in his beautiful, dark eyes.