Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail [Quick Transmigration]
Ruan Yao watched Yu Che lying in a coma from behind the glass window of the hospital room.
One of his hands touched the glass, its coldness seemingly freezing the blood in his veins.
Over the past week, several students in his class had experienced consecutive incidents, creating a gloomy and tense atmosphere that enveloped the entire school.
Rumors of 'murders' quickly spread. There were always people eager to stir up trouble, spreading the theory that Class 2 (1) was cursed.
"Two people have had misfortunes in a row, if it's not a curse, then what else could it be?"
"Someone's bound to be next"
"I heard they were quite close, huh?"
"They followed the school's flower as their followers every day"
"Hahaha, maybe this is the work of Ruan Yao's obsessive stalker"
Even though the school provided an official explanation that Yu Che had suffered an incident due to accidentally ingesting a strong corrosive liquid, wild speculation and conspiracy theories still ran rampant.
How could someone mistakenly put corrosive liquid into their thermos bottle?
Ruan Yao furrowed his brows, staring at Yu Che’s almost unrecognizable body on the bed.
He waited until Yu Che regained consciousness before he was allowed into the treatment room.
Yu Che's parents were sitting outside the room. In just one day, the couple, who usually appeared so charming, now looked disheveled.
When they learned that Ruan Yao had come to visit their son, they showed him grateful looks.
Yu Che opened his narrow, fox-like eyes, but his gaze was vacant, only staring at the ceiling.
The lower part of his face was severely damaged, the flesh almost completely melted, and Ruan Yao could even see the pulsing blood vessels above the muscle tissue.
He tried hard to hold back from vomiting right there.
Ruan Yao placed the fresh flowers he had brought on the bedside table next to Yu Che.
The boy stiffly rolled his eyes, his somber gaze locked on Ruan Yao’s face.
Ruan Yao felt a little awkward and softly said, "I hope you recover soon."
In Yu Che’s limited memory, this was the first time Ruan Yao had spoken to him in such a gentle tone.
Yu Che's fingers, which were outside the blanket, suddenly moved.
He stared at Ruan Yao intensely, his breath heavy and ragged. His gaze shifted to one of despair, as if he realized something very dangerous but could no longer express it.
Ruan Yao, sensitive to the emotions of others, looked at Yu Che in confusion. "Do you want to say something to me?"
Yu Che struggled to nod.
His hand, still attached to an IV drip, trembled over the sheet, his fingers turning blue from gripping too hard.
Ruan Yao leaned closer.
Yu Che immediately grasped Ruan Yao’s hand.
His hand, having been receiving the IV for so long, felt as cold as ice, making Ruan Yao shiver when touched.
This time, Yu Che appeared very serious. He tried to warn Ruan Yao about the looming danger, using his finger to write a character on the palm of Ruan Yao’s hand, trembling as he did so.
"æ°µ"
However, before he could finish, someone entered the treatment room.
"Seeing Ruan come must make Yu Che happy. After all, you two are good friends, right?" The soft voice came from Wensi Yan, their homeroom teacher, who entered with a smile on his face.
He was wearing a neat white shirt, and the glasses on his face reflected the cold light in the room.
Ruan Yao was stunned. "Teacher Wen."
It was strange—why was he here?
"As the homeroom teacher, ensuring the safety of every student is my responsibility." Wensi Yan adjusted his gold-framed glasses on his tall nose.
"But, Ruan, there are only two days left before the school opening ceremony. I am really looking forward to seeing you shine on stage."
Ruan Yao felt a bit embarrassed, while Yu Che had stopped moving his fingers since Wen Siyan entered.
Ruan Yao withdrew his hand.
Yu Che continued to stare intensely at Wen Siyan, letting out a groaning sound from his injured throat. His bulging eyes, filled with hatred, were fixed on Wen Siyan’s warm smiling face.
"What's wrong with Yu Che? Is he in pain?" Wen Siyan approached him with a gentle tone. "If you're in pain, tell me, I’ll always be here for you."
He narrowed his eyes, which always seemed to be smiling.
"Ruan Yao, you should head back to the dormitory, it’s getting late."
"Yes."
When he heard the word 'night,' Ruan Yao immediately stiffened.
It had been three days since the incident with Yu Che, and the terrifying shadow of that event haunted him every night, making it difficult for him to sleep.
This was actually an opportunity for Lin Xuan, who was looking for a chance to get closer to Ruan Yao.
Seeing Ruan Yao shivering in fear, Lin Xuan immediately lifted him into his arms.
Ruan Yao, with his slender body, fit perfectly into Lin Xuan's embrace.
"I just want Yao Yao to sleep peacefully" Lin Xuan said with an innocent smile, as he gazed at Ruan Yao's pale face hidden under the blanket.
Ruan Yao, fearful and weak, resembled a hedgehog that had lost its spines, resignedly allowing Lin Xuan to hold him.
Ruan Yao lay in Lin Xuan's bed, the blanket covering his body. Only a pair of big, fearful eyes could be seen peeking out from under the blanket.
He looked like a little girl seeking protection.
Lin Xuan inhaled the sweet scent of Ruan Yao’s body, his voice low and soft, "Yao Yao, come a little closer, okay?"
Gently, he pulled Ruan Yao closer. Ruan Yao’s pale skin felt cold against Lin Xuan’s darker skin. The contrast between them created an intriguing sight.
Ruan Yao's pink lips looked tempting. Lin Xuan wanted to kiss them again.
"Gege..." Ruan Yao's voice trembled, his fingers pressed against Lin Xuan's chest, as if trying to resist.
In the darkness, only Lin Xuan's sharp eyes were visible. "Don't be afraid, Yao Yao, I won’t do anything. I just want to hold you."
"Just like this, you won’t be afraid, right?"
Ruan Yao finally pressed his head against Lin Xuan's chest. Although he still felt scared, being in Lin Xuan’s embrace made him feel a bit more at ease. Thanks to Lin Xuan, Ruan Yao was able to sleep peacefully.
o0o
During the school opening ceremony, Ruan Yao appeared with a fresh and bright expression. Ruan Yao wore a neat suit and held a certificate for his speech. He looked like a prince straight out of a painting.
Everyone who passed backstage couldn't take their eyes off the handsome young man. However, the little prince was nervously holding a small glass vial.
It was the medicine Yu Che had given him.
The system instructed him to put the medicine in Chu Lingyi's drink before the opening ceremony.
Was this medicine really safe?
What if it damaged Chu Lingyi's voice?
Ruan Yao tried hard to hide his anxiety until a makeup artist came close to touch up his makeup.
While applying a bit of powder to his face, the artist said admiringly, "Your skin is really amazing, Ruan! Even without powder, it’s completely flawless"
Ruan Yao blushed even to his ears from the compliment. "Th... Thank you."
The artist covered her mouth and laughed. "Don't be nervous. When you're on stage, just treat it like a normal conversation. Your face is so red"
Ruan Yao could only nod stiffly, unsure of what to say.
Chu Lingyi stood right next to him, wearing the same suit. While Ruan Yao looked like a sweet, delicate porcelain doll in it, the suit on Chu Lingyi exuded a sharp and authoritative aura.
Ruan Yao, frustrated, thought to himself, could this be the power of a protagonist? Indeed, comparing oneself to others only makes one feel inferior. The same outfit looked so much more impressive on Chu Lingyi.
As for himself, he always appeared weak and fragile.
"What are you looking at?" Chu Lingyi spoke coldly without turning, but Ruan Yao knew it was directed at him.
Ruan Yao turned his face away in frustration, glaring at his angry reflection in the mirror. "Don’t get too confident, who’s even looking at you?"
Chu Lingyi only muttered "hmm" in a cold tone, somehow sounding mocking. "I didn’t say you were looking at me"
Ruan Yao: "......"
He felt like getting angry! Should he just pour the medicine straight into his mouth?
Ruan Yao had previously asked the system to check the effects of the medicine. Within ten minutes after being consumed, it would cause someone’s body to lose all its strength for two hours.
Ruan Yao swallowed and whispered quietly to the system, "This task doesn’t forbid me from putting the medicine in his drink during practice, right?"
System: "...... You're really a genius at finding loopholes in the rules"
"Chu Lingyi" Ruan Yao raised his voice slightly, speaking with a very harsh tone. "I left my school bag outside, please get it for me."
Chu Lingyi's gaze, which had been on the oath certificate, finally shifted toward Ruan Yao.
He looked Ruan Yao up and down.
Ruan Yao, looking like a little prince from the medieval era, responded with an angry expression. "What are you looking at? Don’t forget, you already admitted you’d be my little dog!"
Chu Lingyi’s cold eyes showed a hint of a smile. "Alright"
He stood up and walked out. When Chu Lingyi was far enough away, Ruan Yao quickly took his glass of water from the table.
Backstage, everyone used disposable cups with name tags to avoid confusion.
With a guilty conscience, Ruan Yao poured the medicine into Chu Lingyi’s cup. His hands trembled like leaves in the wind.
"Host, if you keep shaking, the dose of the medicine might not be enough to meet the task requirements" the system kindly reminded him.
Ruan Yao: Thanks so much for the reminder!
Just before Chu Lingyi came back, Ruan Yao quickly returned the glass to its original place.
"Good if you know your place" Ruan Yao, the oppressor, trembling, grabbed his school bag.
When the makeup artist came to spray setting spray on Ruan Yao, she attentively noticed how Ruan Yao kept swallowing nervously.
"Ruan, are you alright? Thirsty?" the artist asked with concern.
After all, who wouldn’t like a sweet young man like him?
Ruan Yao thought that since he would soon be going on stage, drinking some water to moisten his throat was a good idea. He nodded obediently. "Sister, could you please get me a glass of water?"
Seeing his doe-like eyes, the makeup artist’s heart nearly melted. "Alright, alright, alright!"
"Why not drink mine instead? I haven’t touched it"
The makeup artist casually took a glass of water from nearby and handed it over. "Ruan, here, drink this first"
"Okay, thank you" Ruan Yao took the glass while continuing to read his oath text, then drank it without looking.
Why does this water taste a little sweet?
Ruan Yao sensed the taste of the water, then put the glass back on the table.
Wait.
Green?
Ruan Yao's eyes widened. With trembling hands, he turned his gaze to the neon green label on the glass.
The name 'Chu Lingyi' was clearly and boldly written on the label.
Ruan Yao: ......
Ruan Yao’s face was now greener than the neon green label.
This time, it was truly over.
o0o
Author's note:
Yao Yao: I can't stay in this world for even a second longer!