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

He pondered for a moment before speaking: "I really don't know, but it should be a replay of my childhood memories. You can choose to give up this plane; this world is never open to the outside world."

Just as Ni Qing had guessed, it was indeed related to the presiding judge. She fell silent and began to consider whether to leave this world.

However, the four words "to be continued" and the judge's memory replay easily arouse strong curiosity and a desire for conquest.

A world of free creation does sound very tempting.

Seeing that she did not respond for a long time, the silver-haired, white-robed youth lowered his eyes and continued, "Leave this world, I will destroy Him, and you will no longer be accidentally involved."

Ni Qing felt that when he talked about destruction, he was referring to his childhood self.

Considering all the plot points the system had given her before, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic: "Don't you have any memories of your childhood?"

The judge shook his head, his gray eyes devoid of any emotion, his voice cold and clear: "Blank, you have obtained the information you wanted, so please leave. The decision is in your hands."

He felt a strange sensation that he hadn't felt in a long time, and his long-dormant heart began to stir. His intuition told him that this world might be related to his missing memories.

Or perhaps it's more accurate to say it's related to his emotional deprivation.

But he had no desire to explore himself; his only curiosity was about his familiarity with Ni Qing.

There were other feelings, but he subconsciously avoided thinking about them in detail.

The black-haired girl, who had been told to leave, felt no embarrassment whatsoever. Her beautiful, lively eyes glanced lightly at the judge as she spoke again: "What if I want to continue in this world? The moon is setting."

She called him by his name again.

His pronunciation was clear, deliberate, and profound.

The moon gradually sank, pausing again. Although it was subtle, it was still accurately detected by the other party.

The tall, slender young man looked up at her, then slowly approached Ni Qing. His delicate face revealed no emotion, only a faint smile playing on his lips: "Whatever you want?"

He had a languid air about him, but you could still feel his overwhelming and imposing presence.

After all, it's an ancient thing that's been around for a thousand years, so its aura is naturally different from others.

Ni Qing stared at him for a long time. She only had two days left and couldn't linger here any longer: "I'm leaving."

After saying that, she turned around, opened the door under the young judge's gaze, walked out, and closed the door.

The room returned to its usual darkness.

As the moon sank lower, he stood rooted to the spot, trying to process the strange emotions swirling within him. A faint, bittersweet feeling, accompanied by an inexplicable emotion he couldn't ignore, made him...sad?

It must be sadness, right? But he had never experienced this emotion before, and it felt somewhat novel to him.

Every time I see Ni Qing, it brings a new feeling.

just like--

She was his emotional void.

The person had long since gone, but he didn't turn the pages of the book again. He walked straight to the window, raised his long, slender hand, grabbed a corner of the curtain, and slowly pulled it open.

A faint, glaring light peeked in from outside, illuminating some dark corners.

Yue Jianchen frowned, puzzled by his own actions. He didn't like brightly lit environments, but after the mission taker left, he inexplicably felt a bit dark.

The dappled light was once again shrouded in darkness by the heavy curtains. The silver-haired, gray-eyed youth breathed a sigh of relief; this level of darkness was his comfort zone.

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Even though Ni Qing only met with the presiding judge for a short while, two days were almost not enough. When she opened her eyes again, she was still in the familiar single suite.

It was just dawn, and she glanced at the time; it was time to get up. Two days had passed in the blink of an eye.

The system didn't warn of any unexpected situations in this world, so everything should be fine.

Although we know that the test subject is the former form of the judge, it is still a bit hard to describe when we meet now. Let's wait a few days before we meet again.

This idea came to her when she arrived at her laboratory and saw the densely packed data on the electronic screen suddenly disappear.

The volumetric flasks were placed in a transparent refrigerator, divided into several bottles of different sizes. Some of them had already solidified and even turned a bit black.

There were also a few bright red bottles, which showed that they had been harvested recently.

Is this human being so well-behaved after she left? Wasn't it supposed to become increasingly dull? She reached out and picked up one of the bottles, which was labeled with the date and name.

Experiment subject number one.

So much blood drawn in just two days…

She paused for a moment, then released the blood, her mind calling out, "103."

The system woke up from hibernation: "What's wrong?"

"Isn't it dangerous for a normal teenage boy to have so much blood drawn? Why wasn't I warned?" she said in a complicated tone.

The system said listlessly, "But the male lead isn't a normal person. Don't worry, I'll alert you immediately if there's any danger. Have you gained anything from returning to the Quick Transmigration Bureau these past two days?"

It didn't know the reason why the host had taken leave and was left to observe at this time, so naturally it didn't have the authority to view Ni Qing's memories.

Ni Qing didn't answer, turned and left the laboratory, heading towards the experimental subject's room. Perhaps having confirmed the subject's identity, she cautiously knocked on the door.

There was no sound from inside.

The next second she pushed the door open and went inside.

The blackout curtains inside the room were pulled open a crack, revealing a small amount of light.

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, He silently turned away from the window, his gaze indifferent, lacking some of his curiosity and bewilderment, and habitually rolled up the cuffs of his lab coat.

He assumed she was there to have her blood drawn.

Ni Qing glanced at His arm without showing any emotion. It was covered with needle marks, some even bruised and purple. Some areas of the skin couldn't be drained and had to be moved to another spot.

The original owner was truly a scoundrel.

103 carefully said, "Host, you don't need to feel guilty. That's just the original owner's shadow. In the story, the original owner did far more extreme things than these."

Later on, they might even dissect it.

She didn't know what she was feeling, but her face remained expressionless. She stepped forward and, under His stagnant gaze, pulled down her rolled-up sleeves again and straightened the collar she had reminded him to wear when she left.

"Didn't I tell you to translate it?" The doctor in white frowned, seemingly somewhat displeased.

The test subject blinked.

For some reason, Ni Qing sensed an emotional fluctuation in the young man in front of her.

It seems to have regained some vitality?

The boy had grown taller, and his jawline, which had previously been somewhat chubby, seemed to have been straightened, becoming sharp and defined, with distinct bone structure.

Those unusual gray eyes suddenly seemed to brighten.

"What? You've forgotten how to speak?" She looked up, her tone finally no longer cold, but rather gentle.

I don't know whether I feel sympathy or relief.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, almost without thinking, as the dense needle marks and bruises from earlier were still replaying in her mind, even though her persona didn't really allow it.

The test subject stared intently at her expression and said expressionlessly, "It doesn't hurt."

The other person nodded, but inwardly felt relieved.

"Do you need to eat? The moon is setting." Knowing his name meant there was no need to call him Number One, as it was a bit awkward.

The boy in the white lab coat stood silently in place, his eyes lowered, yet a strange and profound depth lurked within them. His lips were taut, and his voice was clear and calm: "The moon is setting?"

The doctor in white nodded and said slowly, "Yes, your name."

A strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside him, as if something was spreading and growing wildly in the shadows, and his exquisitely sinister appearance seemed to be shrouded in an unfathomable aura of mystery.

He's finally not number one anymore.