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

The doctor in white's almost indifferent voice was as light as a floating cloud, making one wonder if it was an illusion.

But the next second, the silver-haired youth glanced at them calmly, then turned and left. The more emotionless he was, the more contemptuous he seemed.

Song Ling still had a forced smile on his face, but his hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched into fists, and the veins were becoming more and more prominent.

Perhaps because they'd been spending so much time together, the annoying expressions on their faces started to overlap.

Today, someone even died; he's getting more and more of a handful.

……

Yue Jianchen followed the woman silently. He slightly raised his eyes and could only see her dark hair.

She stood very straight, was slender, and although her hair was a little messy, it didn't make her look unkempt; instead, it gave her a sense of composure.

He didn't need to observe her deliberately to guess that her expression at that moment wouldn't change at all because of someone's death.

"No need to follow me, let's go back to the room I arranged for you." Ni Qing's voice was slow, but it still revealed a hint of fatigue. The continuous work over the past few days had already made her almost unable to hold on.

The two rooms were very close to each other. She planned to go to her own laboratory first before going back, as it would be inconvenient to have the experimental subject follow along.

The words had barely left his lips when the footsteps behind him continued.

Ni Qing paused, turned to look at him, and said, "You're very smart, don't pretend you don't understand."

The gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose were a little blurry. She slowly took them off, didn't wipe them, and casually hung them on the pocket of her coat.

My vision became even more blurred.

Therefore, she was also unable to discern the boy's expression.

"You need to rest, Doctor." The boy's clear and familiar voice came out again.

Ni Qing glanced at him suspiciously: "Are you a human-machine? Why are you repeating the same thing over and over? I know my own body. You should be worried about yourself."

Last time, we argued about resting and ended up falling asleep without knowing why.

The young and handsome test subject repeated as always, "Doctor, it's time to rest."

Ni Qing looked straight at him, but her hazy eyes prevented her from focusing properly, and the cold aura she was about to project instantly dissipated, revealing a slightly naive side.

She ignored him and turned to leave, trying to shake him off.

Before they could even act, the silver-haired boy spoke again, this time with a hint of confusion and doubt in his voice: "You just talked back to him? Why?"

It took Ni Qing a while to understand this sudden and incomprehensible question: "Song Ling? Does this kind of thing need explaining?"

Yeah, what could he possibly understand in his current state? He's no different from any stray cat or dog on the street.

He approached slightly, his eyes swirling with an unpredictable turmoil. His unusual gaze gave him a somewhat bewitching air, and even his light, airy words sounded like a hypnotic murmur.

"Your behavior is so strange, sometimes familiar, sometimes strangers. You clearly don't want to get close, but you have no choice..."

Ni Qing's expression changed upon hearing this, and with research staff bustling around her, she said, "I don't understand. I'm going to rest."

After saying that, she turned around and strode away without looking back, even changing her destination from the laboratory she was originally going to.

Let me sort out my thoughts first.

The test subject's words seemed to pierce through her heart. Although she didn't fully understand them yet, her intuition told her they weren't good words.

The sound of unhurried footsteps continued to come from behind her, even as she lifted her legs faster and faster, the footsteps behind her remained as steady and methodical as ever.

Without turning around, she walked to the door, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and stepped inside, closing the door very quickly.

Just as the door was about to close, long, slender, fair fingers gently gripped the door frame. Ni Qing was only in a moment of surprise before the force in her hand was already too late to stop.

"That's going too far." The woman in white, with her delicate and pretty features, was filled with helplessness, and even her tone became complicated.

The test subject's pale skin was completely lifeless, which made the dark bruise on the back of his hand stand out even more.

The silver-haired boy looked up at her, seemingly oblivious to the pain in his hand, and remained silent.

“Your room is next door. If you continue like this, I’ll have no choice but to lock you in the lab.” Her tone returned to its previous coldness, a hint of ferocity flashing in her dark eyes.

The boy stood at the door, his silver-gray eyes devoid of any substance, more like a stagnant pool of water than a pure, unblemished one.

His long, silver hair shimmered, and wisps of hair on his forehead slightly obscured his vision. He looked at her calmly but made no further move.

"Where are you from?" He tilted his head, finally revealing a hint of curiosity in his calm tone.

Ni Qing knew that the experimental subject was not a native of Earth, and moreover, her identity was special, so it wouldn't be long before her identity was discovered.

But she had no intention of confessing.

Do I have to answer every question?

That would be too obedient.

Then she smiled, a hint of vitality appearing in her pale face: "I'm from China."

As the moon sank: "..." He didn't quite understand, but his intuition told him it wasn't the answer he wanted.

So, completely bewildered, he was met with a resounding refusal to enter.

He rarely showed curiosity, but this seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless doctor appeared to be someone of unusual background, at the very least, not from here.

The silver-haired test subject stood silently at the door, his long, straight eyelashes trembling slightly with some unknown emotion, and beneath his high, straight nose, the corners of his pale lips curled up at some unknown time.

His tall figure remained motionless, the faint smile on his lips was anything but indifferent, and even his expression was exactly the same as Ni Qing's just now.

The test subject subconsciously imitated her smile.

When Ni Qing looked warily through the peephole, there was no one at the door.

Song Ling's experiment became widely known, and naturally, some well-meaning people reported it to higher authorities.

She opened her phone and saw a barrage of text messages from him.

Ah Ling: Did you tell the people above about my experiment?

A-Ling: We grew up together since we were little. Now that humanity has reached such a desperate situation, shouldn't we cherish each other?

A-Ling: Reply to me, Ni Qing, I know you're watching.

Ah Ling: You go and explain for me. I was bewitched this time. It was my fault. I was just too hasty.

Ni Qing was leisurely lying in bed, scrolling through text messages with a blank expression. Then she turned off the screen, tossed her phone aside, rubbed her slightly sore eyes, and went straight to sleep.

The most severe punishment would be a job transfer, which would have no deterrent effect, but for the ambitious Song Ling, it would be a very serious punishment.

He doesn't care about the survival of humanity; he just wants fame, to be the savior of the world, and to trample all researchers underfoot.