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

After Song Zihao finished this match, all she could see was a white light.

She was seeing stars and her legs felt weak and she couldn't stand steadily.

Shen Changsu stepped forward, offered her a hand, and handed her a bottle of glucose.

At each sports meet, representatives from each class go to the school clinic to collect glucose in order to prevent accidental hypoglycemia and fainting.

Considering she was weak, the boy even personally opened the bottle and placed it to her lips. The surrounding classmates were stunned and couldn't help but cheer.

They were stopped by Shen Changsu's cold gaze.

Song Zihao, who was initially somewhat resentful, has now completely calmed down. In principle, this is the first time Shen Changsu has maintained such an intimate atmosphere with her.

She couldn't help but look defiantly at the girl sitting lazily in the crowd. Ni Qing's eyes were extremely indifferent, and she was not affected at all. That feeling of powerlessness, like hitting cotton, reappeared.

Ni Qing looked down on such petty tricks. Rather than showing off here, she should sit down and rest for ten minutes. After all, she still had three thousand meters to go and she couldn't afford to faint.

Just as the ten minutes were up, Song Zihao was about to sit down.

"Song Zihao, Ni Qing, prepare for the three thousand meters."

Upon hearing this, Song Zihao's vision went black.

Ni Qing walked off the stage with a smile, brushing past Shen Changsu in the front row.

Neither of them gave each other a second glance.

She originally only planned to slip by without making a scene, but when she actually stood on the track, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

She's usually very popular; love letters from the next class can even get through to her. When Ni Qing came on stage, the male students around her were excitedly dancing around.

"Go Ni Qing!"

"Why is that fat guy on the list again? He's wasting a spot."

There was one person between her and Song Zihao on the track. That girl was wearing a short skirt and heavy, flamboyant makeup. She glanced at Song Zihao with disdain.

This person is one of the original owner's cronies, and also the one who is about to trip up the female lead.

Ni Qing took a deep breath and, as the gun whistle rang out, began to run at a leisurely pace.

She ran at a steady pace and barely made it into second place.

The third-place finisher was also closely following Ni Qing, with little difference between them, and there was always the possibility of a reversal.

In comparison, Song Zihao and the delinquent girl ran at a leisurely pace; even walking was faster than them.

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill you.

"Why are you following me?!" Song Zihao's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the girl next to her.

Zhang Ya frowned unhappily: "What do you mean by 'following you'? Don't be so self-important. Can't I run slowly?"

Song Zihao chuckled and ignored her.

Running three kilometers takes too long, at least ten minutes. Ni Qing gradually felt her strength failing, but fortunately she didn't get a stitch.

The third-place finisher remained relaxed and carefree, prompting her to sigh that there was a clear difference between extras and athletes.

The final lap was fast approaching, and the leader clearly accelerated. Ni Qing, covered in sweat, also quickened his pace.

Song Zihao had already walked around once, and Zhang Ya had followed behind her for a while. She gritted her teeth and decided to shake her off.

Zhang Ya, who was already impatient, slowed down a bit; her opportunity had arrived.

Everyone was watching the game intently when a gasp suddenly came from behind them, causing an uproar in the audience. Ni Qing didn't turn around because she knew she had succeeded.

She lowered her eyes, clearing her mind of all distractions, and cursed inwardly, "This character is so despicable! Can't they come up with a better villain role?"

System 103: "..."

She couldn't care less about the system at that moment, because a sharp, needle-like gaze was coming from behind her, like a hidden arrow that moved with her every step.

She thought it was probably the male lead; could it be that they'd been discovered again?

Who cares! With half a lap left, she mustered all her strength and charged forward. Because of her earlier nervousness, she could feel a sharp pain in her abdomen.

The noise behind them was still intense. The school clinic staff brought a stretcher and carried the unconscious Song Zihao away, rushing her to the hospital for examination. Zhang Ya, the perpetrator, was disqualified from the competition and may face disciplinary action.

Soon, the gazes behind him disappeared.

She barely made it across the finish line and came in second place.

Exhausted, she stopped abruptly after crossing the obstacle. Her blood rushed to her head, her vision began to blur, and her body fell uncontrollably downwards.

At the critical moment, a cool fragrance filled the air.

Someone lifted the back of her neck, and with a long, strong arm around her waist, held her tightly in their embrace.

Ni Qing didn't feel anything. She bit her tongue to barely wake up and felt her face burning.

In the depths of her being, she seemed to hear a distant voice in her ear: "Ni Qing, stand up and walk around."

Without much thought, she understood that she shouldn't stop immediately after running. Supporting her weak legs, she slowly walked several dozen meters with the man's help.

As her vision gradually cleared, a bottle of mineral water was offered to her, and she subconsciously and obediently drank a few sips.

Shen Changsu's gaze was deep, with a subtle, unreadable light flashing in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Shen Changsu's calm voice pulled her back to reality.

"Thank goodness... wait, what are you doing here—"

Ni Qing's tone turned terrified halfway through her answer.

Didn't the male lead go find the female lead as per the plot?

Realizing she had overreacted, the girl quickly composed herself and casually asked, "I think I heard a noise behind me during the competition, what was that?"

"Song Zihao was tripped by the girl next to her and fainted." Shen Changsu lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooping, and lazily brushed the stray hairs behind her ear as if he had no energy.

Ni Qing was taken aback. Her long, slender, white fingertips lingered near her face, finally stopping at her chin, which she lifted up without any room for argument.

She was forced to look up at Shen Changsu.

"This has nothing to do with you, right?"

The boy's eyes held an inexplicable and strange emotion, his gaze as black as ink.

Ni Qing met his gaze defiantly, but felt a suffocating and dangerous aura gradually spreading around her. She had to admit that she felt a chill run down her spine.

But so what? She had a better way to avoid it.

Her reddened eyes began to glaze over, and finally she fell straight into his arms, closed her eyes tightly, adjusted her breathing, and fainted.

Shen Changsu stroked the back of her neck, gave an ambiguous "heh," picked her up, and left the arena.

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Song Zihao was taken to the infirmary, where it was determined that the main cause of her unconsciousness was exhaustion, followed by minor injuries from bumps and bruises, which looked rather frightening.

The school doctor sighed and carefully cleaned and disinfected the wound with iodine and cotton swabs.

Perhaps because Shen Changsu gave her glucose, she woke up after sleeping for an hour.

Song Zihao stared coldly at the ceiling of the school clinic, closed her eyes, and her severe myopia made it difficult for her to see clearly.

She returned to the audience and saw her homeroom teacher looking at her with a hesitant expression.

"Song Zihao, come out for a moment."

Without thinking much about it, she stood up and left.

The homeroom teacher, filled with apology yet tinged with a nameless unease, said, "I will definitely get you justice for this matter. Also, someone from the hospital just called me—"

He seemed reluctant to speak, and Song Zihao had a bad feeling.