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

"The sports meet is next week. I left the registration forms with Shen Changsu. Please sign up as much as you can, as it only happens once a year," the homeroom teacher said solemnly from the podium.

The weather isn't very hot anymore, and the students are even more drowsy, so they don't react much when they hear this.

Ni Qing propped her head up; she was going to sabotage the sports meet.

Song Zihao still weighs over 160 pounds, but the original owner signed her up for both the 3000-meter and 400-meter races and arranged for a delinquent girl to trip her up during the run.

Song Zihao fainted before finishing her run due to overexertion. After school, she received the devastating news of her parents' tragic deaths. She immediately took a month-long leave of absence and returned as a beautiful young woman.

Then came her downfall as the villainous supporting character.

"What events are there in the sports meet? Can I take a look?" Ni Qing asked the aloof boy next to her with a smile.

This was the first time he had spoken to Shen Changsu in a month. The other party seemed to pause for a moment before handing over the registration form.

Ni Qing reached out and took it, pretending to look at it, and said, "Give me a few, I might need to file a report."

Shen Changsu lowered his eyes and looked at her indifferently, but still handed her a few bills.

In the original storyline, the male lead also signed up for the high jump and won first place in the entire grade. Ni Qing was indeed not lying; she signed up for the 3000 meters, figuring it would just be a formality and she wouldn't need to put in too much effort.

During class, she wrote down all the types of things the female students were supposed to "report," then put them in her desk. After class, she took them to the office and secretly placed them on the homeroom teacher's desk.

Of course, she couldn't just return this petty theft to Shen Changsu. If it were discovered, it would be nipped in the bud. To avoid arousing his suspicion, she gave him her application form.

"Three thousand meters?" Shen Changsu asked calmly, confirming that she had not made a mistake.

For some reason, Ni Qing felt as if she had been humiliated by the other person's gaze.

"Yes, it's only three kilometers."

He didn't say anything more, and put away the form: "How many are left?"

"If someone else asks me for it, I'll give it to them."

Ni Qing could lie without batting an eye.

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During this period, students continued to sign up, and soon the sports meet, filled with high spirits, arrived.

The weather was mostly cloudy and breezy today, so it wasn't very hot. Students, one by one, came to sit on the stands by the playground, their bags filled with all sorts of snacks.

As the sports meet opened, the host's clear and resonant voice came over the loudspeaker, but most students didn't listen and were chatting amongst themselves.

Song Zihao was completely unaware that she had been registered for the sports meet. She took some change from the cupboard at home and bought a lot of food. She started eating as soon as the sports meet began.

Ni Qing doesn't have the habit of snacking, so she brought a bottle of iced fruit tea and took small sips every now and then. Although there was no sun, she still sprayed on sunscreen.

Wearing a nice tracksuit, her round eyes squinted in enjoyment.

The competition began soon after. Shen Changsu's high jump was the first event, followed by the 50-meter dash. Then came the long jump and the 400-meter dash.

The competition was fast-paced; as soon as one person finished, the next person started preparing.

"Song Zihao! Why are you still sitting here?" The homeroom teacher frowned, full of questions.

Song Zi paused, her mouth still full of spicy snacks, and before she could swallow, she stammered, "I'm not here...where am I?"

"Didn't you sign up for the 400 meters? The next race is about to start, why aren't you getting ready?" The homeroom teacher looked at the registration list and continued, "You're unusually enthusiastic this time, you even signed up for the 3000 meters. There's only a ten-minute break in between, can you keep up?"

Song Zihao's face turned pale. She was agitated and stammered, "I didn't register! I filled out the registration form from beginning to end."

The homeroom teacher also noticed something was wrong, but it was too late; the grade head was about to come and call them personally.

"Go and prepare! There won't be enough time."

The homeroom teacher was getting a little anxious.

Song Zihao was even more anxious and was forced to prepare, half-heartedly.

As she was leaving, she suddenly met Ni Qing's eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, "It's you again?!"

Ni Qing looked at her expressionlessly and raised an eyebrow.

I got it right this time, it really was me.

Shen Changsu returned after the competition, and Song Zihao's competition began as well.

She stood in the innermost lane, which was the least strenuous position for her.

With a whistle from the teacher, the stopwatch started.

The girls competing with her were all wearing loose sportswear, and were slender and strong, which contrasted sharply with Song Zihao.

She immediately drew the attention of the students in the stands.

"Look at that girl in the first lane, isn't she the fat girl from Class A?"

"My God, where did she get the courage? Look at her build, she must weigh at least 180 pounds. Isn't she just embarrassing the class?"

"Look how ridiculous she is running. She's already fifty meters ahead of the second to last."

Song Zihao's mind was in a daze. She was exerting almost all her strength, but she rarely exercised and had to pant after every step. She felt the sharp wind relentlessly blowing into her throat, making it dry and cracked.

She was almost out of breath, and the thought of this made her feel wronged, and tears began to fall. Even her steps became unsteady, and finally, unable to continue, she gave up and walked away.

"Who signed her up?"

Ni Qing was still frowning as she looked when she suddenly heard Shen Changsu's exceptionally clear voice.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw the boy who had just finished the competition, still steaming, holding a glass of ice water handed to him by his teacher. His eyes were cold, and the whispers around him instantly disappeared.

I didn't even dare to breathe.

Ni Qing was not surprised at all that if he knew she was the one who did it, he would jump up and strangle her in a heartbeat.

Shen Changsu was wearing a white baseball uniform, and his neat black hair partially obscured his eyebrows and eyes. He seemed to have remembered something.

The next second, a cold, almost tangible gaze fell upon Ni Qing.

"Ni, who did you give those registration forms to?"

Ni Qing's eyes widened, and she said somewhat exaggeratedly, "You suspect I signed up? Do you think I'm that malicious? Or do you like her—"

The conversation was interrupted.

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Didn't you do it?"

Ni Qing pouted: "Why would it be me who did it?"

"What about the registration form? I don't remember Song Zihao registering with me."

"Well it's me."

He was taken aback when Ni Qing admitted it so readily.

"Why are you doing this?"

Ni Qing read from the script: "Why do you treat her so specially, always speaking up for her, even tutoring her, and blaming me because of Song Zi? You said you don't like her, so why do you care so much? I just feel she's not good enough for you... Only I truly like you!"

"You called her by her full name, but called me 'Classmate Ni,' what do you mean by that!"

When emotions run high, she naturally gets excited, and her voice gets a little loud, attracting the attention of the homeroom teacher in the front row.

"What's all that noise about in the back?! Ni Qing! Are you trying to start dating too early? Call your mom later!"

The homeroom teacher turned around and angrily berated him.

Ni Qing: "..."

Shen Changsu remained silent for a long time. Just when Ni Qing thought he wouldn't say anything more, he spoke up: "Ni Qing."

"?" The girl was a little confused; the shout sounded somewhat helpless and indulgent.

"You're not allowed to date in high school."

She heard Shen Changsu's slightly complicated voice.

She didn't want to delve into it further, retorting, "Who said that? We're having a secret relationship..."

"Ni Qing! What are you still babbling about!" The homeroom teacher's booming voice effectively shut her down.

She even felt her upper and lower lips burning, and for a moment she didn't know what to say, so she could only sit down obediently.