Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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Ruan Yao had a restless sleep.
In his dream, it felt like he was entangled by a giant snake. Its body, covered in delicate scales, coiled tightly around the young boy in a twisted manner, and wherever the cold, forked tongue brushed, it ignited an unbearable, restless heat.
Sticky liquid clung to his skin, seeping into every gap between his fingers.
The snake coiled tighter and tighter.
The surrounding temperature kept rising.
"I’m going to be eaten alive" A dazed Ruan Yao thought in his dream.
He suddenly opened his eyes, the harsh light shining directly on his thin, flushed eyelids, causing them to glisten with tears.
"Awake?" Chu Lingyi was already fully dressed, staring at Ruan Yao with a look as if he were looking at useless scrap metal.
Ruan Yao gasped and jumped up from the bed. "What time is it?"
"Six-thirty. You can sleep for another fifteen minutes" Chu Lingyi said calmly after glancing at his watch. "If you're late, be careful not to get caught by the discipline committee"
At six-thirty, the sky outside was still dim, with a layer of thin gray clouds covering the buildings.
Ruan Yao, a certified member of the 'difficulty getting up' club, let out a painful groan and flopped back onto the bed.
"System, work is so exhausting" Ruan Yao muttered weakly.
Why do demons have to follow a 7-to-10 schedule too?!
The system thoughtfully produced a bottle of medicated oil and handed it to Ruan Yao. "Dear Host, you can use this to wake yourself up."
Ruan Yao’s half-lidded, confused eyes suddenly widened.
Knowing exactly what this stingy host was thinking, the system comforted him "Don’t worry, it only costs one point"
The peach blossom demon, who appeared wealthy but was actually broke, finally sighed in relief.
Forcing himself to wake up, Ruan Yao felt a bit dazed. When he got out of bed, he stumbled and tripped over his own feet, falling back onto the blanket.
The delicate-featured boy, still half-asleep, had his oversized T-shirt slipping off, exposing most of his fair, smooth shoulder. Kneeling absentmindedly on the soft bedding, his long legs, flushed from being wrapped in the blanket all night, were tinged with a soft pink hue.
Seeing such a tempting sight so early in the morning required immense self-control, especially for someone like Chu Lingyi, a teenage boy in the prime of his youth.
Chu Lingyi clenched his molars tightly, his jawline taut and sharp like a drawn bowstring.
"Ruan Yao, are you doing this on purpose?"
"Hmm?" Completely out of it, Ruan Yao tilted his head like he was sleepwalking, unable to understand the situation.
The pampered young master lazily yawned and stretched out a fair, slender hand toward Chu Lingyi. "Give me my clothes."
Ruan Yao’s tone carried his usual commanding arrogance, but the prolonged ending of his words drifted lightly, scratching at Chu Lingyi's heart before playfully floating away.
Chu Lingyi’s gaze darkened, but pressed for time, he couldn’t do anything to him. His temples throbbed as he struggled to restrain himself.
Grabbing Ruan Yao’s hand, he gave it a sudden tug. Already unsteady, Ruan Yao lost his balance and fell straight onto Chu Lingyi.
The freshly awakened boy carried a warm, soothing scent, and when his dark hair brushed against Chu Lingyi’s neck, it left a cool, ticklish sensation.
Startled, Ruan Yao instinctively clung to Chu Lingyi with both arms and legs.
"What are you doing?"
Chu Lingyi let him cling on and calmly said "Do you want me to help you change your clothes?"
He pulled Ruan Yao close, leaning in by his ear. "It's not like I can't help you"
Ruan Yao frantically clutched his uniform. "Mind your own business!"
Not wanting to stay in the same room with this troublemaker any longer, he darted into the bathroom in a flash.
"Huh?" While hastily changing clothes, Ruan Yao was surprised to find a strange white stain on his pajama pants.
It seemed like some time had passed, and the stain had turned semi-transparent.
For a moment, Ruan Yao didn’t understand what it was. He absentmindedly brought it up to his nose for a sniff.
Ruan Yao: "..."
Yuck.
Just from that pungent smell, even someone as naive as Ruan Yao realized what it was.
"I actually… did something like this on his bed?" Ruan Yao's voice trembled.
In disbelief, he held up the pants and suspiciously glanced at his clean inner thighs.
Although it was normal for boys in puberty to have these kinds of accidents, it was incredibly embarrassing when sharing a bed with someone else!
The system had been watching Ruan Yao all night, but due to world restrictions, it couldn’t say anything and could only flash its red light in a panic.
Then Ruan Yao remembered the dream about being entangled by a giant snake. People say snakes symbolize lust. Could he really have been that shameless?
If Chu Lingyi found out, Ruan Yao shivered, already envisioning his tragic end.
He hurriedly changed into his uniform and, feeling guilty, tried to sneak the pants into his bag while Chu Lingyi wasn’t looking.
At least he could take them home and wash them.
But hiding was impossible. He could never escape.
Chu Lingyi's sharp eyes locked on him. "What are you hiding behind your back?"
Ruan Yao's face turned red. His mind raced until he suddenly thought of a bold excuse. He quickly blurted out to cover up his awkwardness "Your pants have pretty good taste. I like them. How much? I'll buy them."
Chu Lingyi's gaze shifted meaningfully between the pants and Ruan Yao's evasive eyes. Finally, he decided to stop teasing him and graciously said "Oh, really? Well, fine."
He casually threw out a price, and Ruan Yao shoved the pants into his bag and fled.
Watching Ruan Yao's embarrassed retreat, Chu Lingyi sighed dramatically, pretending to be disappointed. "I was going to wash those."
Ruan Yao suddenly slipped and almost fell flat on his face.
Chu Lingyi, just you wait!
With unsteady steps, Ruan Yao clutched the railing, mentally giving Chu Lingyi an internationally recognized rude gesture.
The morning self-study for second-year students started at 7:15.
Ruan Yao had never arrived in class so punctually before. The disciplinary officer standing at the classroom door couldn't help but show a shocked expression.
The young master of the Ruan family sat down at his desk with a sullen, pretty face.
Immediately, someone eagerly helped hang his schoolbag and had already neatly arranged all the books he needed for class on his desk.
Ruan Yao often felt that he could only maintain his 'bully' persona by 'oppressing' his classmates.
Students secretly playing on their phones under the desk would sometimes sneak a glance at Ruan Yao and then quickly lower their heads, typing away furiously.
— "The grumpy faced princess is just too cute!"
— "Today's princess beauty update! [Photo] [Photo]"
— "Ahhh, I really want to be this beauty's loyal follower!"
— "Keep dreaming, the classmates haven’t even had enough of serving the princess yet. Another day of organizing assignments for the princess!❤❤"
The first class of the morning was chemistry. As the homeroom teacher, Wen Siyan's presence meant that even if the students feared chemistry, they had to pretend to listen attentively.
From the very first second Wen Siyan began speaking, Ruan Yao started feeling sleepy.
Glancing around the classroom, he discovered something quite remarkable.
Chu Lingyi, the perfect student, the unbeatable transfer student, the top scorer in every subject, was spacing out.
He stared intently at a single spot on the podium, completely lost in thought.
Ruan Yao curiously followed his gaze, but all he saw was Wen Siyan’s hand moving across the blackboard and some chalk writing—nothing unusual.
It felt like catching the protagonist making a mistake, and Ruan Yao couldn’t help the smug smile creeping onto his face. He was already plotting how to tease Chu Lingyi about this later.
“Ruan Yao, stop daydreaming.”
Lost in thoughts of humiliating Chu Lingyi, Ruan Yao was startled when the teacher suddenly called his name.
At some point, the eloquent man on the podium had silently approached his side, softly reminding him to focus on the classwork.
Flustered, Ruan Yao hurriedly grabbed his pen and mumbled “Oh, okay.”
“I noticed you’re not in the best shape today. Come to my office after class; there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” Wen Siyan gave him a gentle smile.
Ruan Yao blinked in confusion. “Alright.”
Interrupted by Wen Siyan, Ruan Yao sat up straight and forced himself to focus through two entire periods of chemistry that felt as long as it would take a plant to learn redox reactions. By the time class ended, he was swaying on his feet.
Wen Siyan’s office was at the very end of the hallway.
Just as Ruan Yao raised his hand to knock, he overheard a few teachers chatting inside:
“Why is Teacher Wen so attentive to Ruan Yao?”
“He doesn’t need to be. His family already paved the way for him.”
“Whatever, as long as we don’t upset him. If we do, we’ll suffer for it too, haha.”
“Just ignore him.”
Ruan Yao’s lips pressed into a thin line. Expressionless, he knocked on the door. “Teacher, I’m here.”
The office fell silent.
Wen Siyan sat at his desk, the light reflecting off his gold-rimmed glasses with a brief cold glint.
“Come in” Wen Siyan smiled.
“I called you here because I noticed you haven’t been in your best state lately. Also, I wanted to ask if you’d be willing to perform at next week’s joint school event with the neighboring school.”
Though Ruan Yao struggled academically, his dancing skills were exceptional. “Sure.”
Wen Siyan let out a relieved sigh. “That’s wonderful. One less problem to worry about.”
“Teacher, when did you start growing flowers?” Ruan Yao, sensitive to plants, had noticed the vase on Wen Siyan’s desk the moment he walked in.
It was a porcelain vase with a slender neck, holding a delicate bouquet of white camellias.
It seemed freshly watered, with dewdrops glistening on the petals under the sunlight, reflecting rainbow colors.
“Oh, that?” Wen Siyan chuckled, letting the glare from his glasses conceal his eyes. “I just thought it was beautiful recently.”
“Do you know the meaning of the white camellia flower, Ruan Yao?”
Ruan Yao scratched his head. “No idea” He didn’t even know the flower language of his own name, let alone other flowers.
Wen Siyan was wearing a gray suit today. Ruan Yao keenly noticed a small scratch on the base of his right thumb, peeking from the neat cuff.
Chemistry experiments must be dangerous.
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