Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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“Do you know the meaning of the white camellia flower?"
Ruan Yao rested his head on one hand, idly spinning a pen in his fingers.
As his math study partner, Chu Lingyi was quietly reviewing the page full of glaring mistakes.
The pen tip left a bleeding red ink mark on the clean test paper. Without any change in expression, Chu Lingyi asked "No, why are you asking this?"
Ruan Yao squinted his long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes. His light amber eyes shimmered luxuriously and lazily under the bright sunlight, and his voice was soft and drowsy, like a kitten napping: "I saw this flower on Teacher Wen's desk, so I casually asked."
"Wen Siyuan grows this flower?" Chu Lingyi's fingers suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning pale. "He called you to his office just to look at flowers?"
Ruan Yao looked puzzled. "Why are you so worked up? I just asked casually because I saw it. He actually called me to participate in the networking party and asked me to perform on stage."
After speaking, Ruan Yao felt something was off. He smacked his lips in annoyance. "Why should I report to you? Who even are you to me?"
Chu Lingyi's brow furrowed with a chill, and he no longer cared to correct Ruan Yao's mistakes. Without courtesy, he grabbed Ruan Yao's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and whispered "Stay away from Wen Siyuan. He's dangerous"
It was self-study time, and they were still in the classroom. Chu Lingyi suddenly leaning so close to Ruan Yao, his lips nearly brushing Ruan Yao's cheek, instantly caught the attention of the entire class.
Fortunately, the supervising teacher had stepped out to get materials. Otherwise, they might've been dragged out for disrupting class order.
Ruan Yao's face flushed hot. He hurriedly pushed Chu Lingyi away, his willow brows raised in anger. "If you have something to say, say it! Don't get so close!"
He glared fiercely at the curious classmates who had turned to look. "What are you looking at!"
Chu Lingyi realized he'd overreacted but couldn't shake off his suspicion about Wen Siyuan, especially now with the white camellia involved. It couldn't just be a coincidence.
He clearly remembered that the man in black had fine scars on the hand holding the scalpel, likely from practicing. Wen Siyuan had a similar wound on the web of his right hand.
But why would Wen Siyuan harm his own student? His usual gentle demeanor was too deceiving.
It made no sense.
Chu Lingyi couldn't reveal his suspicions about Wen Siyuan to Ruan Yao yet. Knowing Ruan Yao's nature, he wouldn't believe it easily and might even alert the target.
Chu Lingyi calmed down. "Sorry, I overreacted."
He softened his tone to coax Ruan Yao. "Do you remember the man in black from last night?"
Ruan Yao's body stiffened. That was definitely a memory he'd rather never revisit. Just thinking about it made him feel like a cold, slimy snake's tongue was slithering over his skin—utterly disgusting.
He rubbed the goosebumps on his arm and glanced around nervously. "Yeah... I remember. Why?"
Chu Lingyi hadn't witnessed what the man in black had done to Ruan Yao, but he could still feel the lingering sensation of the white camellia's juice splattering between his fingers—a strong, eerie yet cold fragrance.
"I suspect the man in black is targeting you."
The moment Chu Lingyi said this, panic flashed across Ruan Yao's face. His long lashes trembled. "Then... what should I do? Is he trying to kill me?"
Ruan Yao bit his lip in distress, trying to appear calm, but his pale cheeks betrayed his fear.
"System, is this karma for all the trouble I've caused at school?" he joked bitterly.
But the system remained silent.
Confused, Ruan Yao called out "System?"
The system was operating at high speed, its little red light flashing rapidly as it floated in Ruan Yao's consciousness. "No, according to a report from the data detection department five minutes ago, this world has been attacked by unknown data, creating a new plotline. Host, our main mission has expanded. We must uncover the culprit behind these attacks and stop him."
Ruan Yao was dazed, unable to comprehend for a moment. "Why was it attacked?"
The system's voice softened, carrying a strange solemnity. "It might be because he's about to wake up."
Ruan Yao instantly fell silent, his light eyes staring uneasily into the void.
The system didn't specify who 'he' was, but everyone in the Time-Space Management Bureau knew exactly who this man, whose name had become taboo—was.
No, he shouldn't even be called human.
In the vast expanse of three thousand worlds, he was known only as 'God.'
God had been missing for many years. He had fallen into endless slumber even before Ruan Yao had taken form. All Ruan Yao knew was that, for the entire Time-Space Management Bureau and every living being in this universe, God's existence was supreme.
According to the Space-Time Administration's data monitoring report, the consciousness of a god has transformed into many powerful data streams flowing into various small worlds.
No one knows who these data streams have manifested as in the small worlds or how they have interfered with the world lines. The research institute staff can only investigate bit by bit based on real-time plot changes.
Ruan Yao was utterly confused, only understanding that the world was on the verge of collapsing. To ensure the safety of the main couple, he had to capture this mysterious man in black.
Because the man in black was most likely the mastermind behind these seemingly accidental events.
Just thinking about facing unknown dangers gave Ruan Yao a headache.
Chu Lingyi didn’t know what was happening in Ruan Yao's mind and assumed he was simply afraid that the man in black would harm him.
"Stay with me for the next few days. I'll protect you"
Ruan Yao instinctively replied "Okay" but then guiltily remembered his promise to Lin Xuan. He had agreed to date Lin Xuan, so constantly avoiding him didn’t seem right.
"No, never mind. Lin Xuan gege will protect me too."
A visible vein popped on Chu Lingyi's forehead. He clenched his jaw, his tone dropping to freezing levels: "What’s so good about him? Is it that any slightly good-looking guy can make you lose your mind?"
His tone was dripping with jealousy, yet Ruan Yao, oblivious to social cues, didn’t catch on.
The boy blinked and earnestly said "I already told you, Lin Xuan gege is good in every way, not to mention..."
He was about to bring up something from their childhood when Chu Lingyi cut him off coldly "He wasn’t the one who saved you."
Ruan Yao, still dazed, instinctively responded "If it wasn’t him, was it you?"
Chu Lingyi froze. His mouth opened as if about to speak but then turned angry and embarrassed: "You idiot, it was..."
"Ruan Yao, Chu Lingyi! What are you two doing during self-study?" Unfortunately, the teacher on duty today was the strict disciplinary director. The thin, stern woman returned with a stack of papers only to see the top student, usually so well-behaved, fooling around with the lazy Ruan Yao.
"Is this how you should behave?" The director was known for being harsh and would scold students regardless of their background if they did something wrong.
"Since when did you two become so close? Whispering to each other during class, are you dating?" The director was merely venting her frustration.
Chu Lingyi had been ready to apologize sincerely, but his gaze flickered when he glanced at Ruan Yao.
Ruan Yao didn’t catch the mockery in her tone and, being dense, didn’t sense anything wrong. He was fully focused on stepping on his own foot. His clean shoes now had a thin layer of dust.
"Stay after school and clean the classroom. Make sure it’s spotless. I’ll check" the director said sternly, adjusting her glasses.
Ruan Yao weakly nodded "Got it"
Leaning his chin on the broom handle, Ruan Yao grumbled "This is all your fault"
Chu Lingyi watched as the young master clumsily struggled—barely managing the broom without knocking over the bucket and smearing the wet rag on the blackboard. He sighed internally.
Ruan Yao clearly wasn’t used to this kind of work.
Whenever it was Ruan Yao’s turn to clean, others would rush to help him. At first, Ruan Yao felt embarrassed, but they insisted.
He thought they were only helping him because of his family’s influence and felt this character setting was too convenient.
This time was no different. After school, when Ruan Yao delayed for just a few minutes, someone came over and asked "Ruan Yao, need any help?"
"I have to clean the classroom" he muttered.
The classroom instantly buzzed.
"Let me help you sweep!" a boy eagerly offered.
Ruan Yao was undeniably good-looking—especially up close.
And he smelled nice.
The boy’s gaze burned with such intensity that it seemed he would do anything if Ruan Yao just nodded.
Ruan Yao leaned on his hand, thinking it over, but then noticed Chu Lingyi watching them expressionlessly.
So scary.
Cold sweat broke out on Ruan Yao’s forehead. The smile forming on his lips stiffened, and he reluctantly refused "Ah, no need. I can do it myself."
Chu Lingyi couldn’t bear to watch anymore and sighed "Put that down. I’ll handle it."
Ruan Yao hesitated, gripping the rag. "Is that okay?"
Chu Lingyi took the dripping rag from Ruan Yao’s hand and wrung it in the bucket. "If you do it, we won’t finish until tomorrow."
Ruan Yao’s face instantly turned red.
"Thank... thank you." Even though Chu Lingyi was often cold and dismissive toward him, he was unexpectedly gentle and helped a lot.
Feeling guilty, Ruan Yao mumbled to the system "System bro, am I being too mean to him?"
The system replied "You're supposed to be the evil cannon fodder. The main couple being kind to you highlights your heartlessness, making readers despise you more."
"Oh, right!"
Feeling reassured, Ruan Yao happily waved his wet hands. "I’m going to wash up."
After school, the bathroom was deserted. Ruan Yao carefully washed each finger and squeezed some soap to lather up bubbles.
Above the sink was a large mirror under a pale, cold light.
While Ruan Yao focused on washing, his sharp hearing caught faint rustling noises.
It sounded... like groaning.
Not the ambiguous kind, but pained and eerie.
When Ruan Yao looked up, his heart nearly stopped.
A man in black wearing a creepy clown mask was silently standing behind him.
No one knew when he arrived or how long he had been watching.
Ruan Yao was frozen in fear. The man in black held a slender scalpel, its sharp blade stained with fresh blood.
Ruan Yao quickly turned around, both hands gripping the sink behind him. As he watched the man approach, his mind raced—whose blood was that?
Did he kill someone?
Was he going to kill me?
On the verge of tears, Ruan Yao’s amber eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his pale face filled with terror.
"D-Don’t kill me" he whimpered pitifully.
His voice could easily melt anyone's heart.
The man in black seemed to be in a good mood. His deep, cello-like voice sounded as if it were playing a cheerful and melodious dance tune, yet his words were chilling:
"I'm very upset that you didn't see the gift I gave you."
Ruan Yao had no idea what the "gift" was, so he could only awkwardly respond "I... I did see it."
The man chuckled softly, his voice sending shivers down the spine. "Little liar, I told you that lying is not a virtue a good boy should have."
A blade gleamed coldly in his hand, spinning rapidly in a dazzling manner. The man's long, narrow eyes behind the mask curved dangerously. "Yao Yao, bad boys must be punished."
Ruan Yao bit his lips so hard they turned pale and shook his head in resistance. "I don't even know you."
His raven-black hair, damp with sweat, clung to his pale face, exuding a fragile yet enchanting aura.
"It's not time yet."
The man leaned down, sniffing the faint scent lingering on Ruan Yao's body through his mask.
"Soon" he murmured.
Ruan Yao didn't understand what he meant, but an even greater, overwhelming fear threatened to swallow him whole.
The man gently and affectionately caressed Ruan Yao's smooth chin, the rough pad of his thumb sending a shockwave of numbness through him.
Ruan Yao didn't dare move, afraid the man would suddenly go mad and stab him.
Anyone, anyone at all—please come save him.
The man seemed satisfied after touching him enough and finally let go, stepping back.
Ruan Yao's already pale skin was now flushed like rouge from the man's touch.
"I hope to see your most perfect performance." The man exaggeratedly performed a gentleman's bow. "We will meet again."
Ruan Yao fought the urge to vomit and asked in a trembling voice "Who are you?"
The man brushed Ruan Yao's hair and smiled. "You'll know very soon."
A whimper escaped Ruan Yao's throat as he watched in terror while the man affectionately touched his earlobe before turning and leaving.
He moved swiftly, and with Ruan Yao frozen in fear, there was no way he could chase after him.
What exactly was the man in black doing here?
Ruan Yao cautiously glanced deeper into the restroom and noticed a thick, bloody puddle seeping from the gap of a stall near the window.
Large pools of blood, spreading toward his feet.
Standing under the school building, Ruan Yao's hand trembled so violently that he nearly dropped his cup of hot water.
Chu Lingyi firmly held his other hand, a reassuring strength calming Ruan Yao's fear-numbed heart.
Ruan Yao couldn't bring himself to look at the body covered with a white cloth or the medical staff in lab coats, nor could he bear the piercing screams of the ambulance siren.
His palm was drenched in cold sweat, and his voice trembled as he spoke "Yang Xiyu is dead"
Chu Lingyi couldn't stand seeing him like this. The boy, crying, clutched his hand tightly, his voice full of dependence. "You promised to protect me"
Chu Lingyi's eyes darkened. "I will."
He wrapped his arms around Ruan Yao. The boy seemed even thinner than before, trembling like a frightened little rabbit in his embrace. Chu Lingyi felt as if he were holding a pitiful, helpless creature.
He would provide safety for this little rabbit, and in return, the little rabbit should always remain in the palm of his hand.
The little rabbit didn't need to be smart, only to rely on him—forever and always.
Chu Lingyi softly whispered "Don't be afraid"
He gently kissed Ruan Yao's earlobe, but accidentally discovered a white petal in the boy's fluffy black hair.
White camellia.
Another white camellia.
Chu Lingyi clenched his teeth so tightly they made a grinding sound. After finally prying Ruan Yao from Lin Xuan's hands, yet another twisted person had appeared to covet him.
No matter who it was, no one would touch Ruan Yao.
Ruan Yao's face was deathly pale as he buried himself in Chu Lingyi's neck, his sobs muffled. "The man in black came again. He bullied me. He's the one who killed Yang Xiyu. I told the police, but they didn't believe me."
"How could they not believe you?"
Chu Lingyi gently stroked the back of Ruan Yao's head, his tone dark. "We have no evidence, Yao Yao. The police need proof. That man is too clever—he avoided all the security cameras."
Ruan Yao lifted his tear-washed, crystal-clear eyes. "I am the evidence. I saw it."
"You have to believe me, Chu Lingyi. You must believe me." Ruan Yao spoke each word clearly, his black hair and snow-white skin resembling a flower blooming at its peak, on the verge of wilting—so fragile it would shatter if not carefully held.
At that moment, Chu Lingyi's calm and dependable demeanor truly shone through.
"I will stand by your side, Ruan Yao. I will always believe you."
Chu Lingyi showed Ruan Yao the petal in his hand. "Do you recognize this?"
"Is this... a camellia petal?"
Ruan Yao took the small, soft petal and asked in confusion "How did you get this?"
"This was left in your hair by the man in black" Chu Lingyi said coldly. "Didn't you say this morning that you saw this kind of flower in Teacher Wen Siyan's office?"
Ruan Yao felt like he was struck by lightning. His eyes blinked in panic, and his voice trembled "You mean... you're saying Teacher Wen is the man in black?"
Chu Lingyi replied "I'm only guessing. But everything seems too coincidental. It wouldn't hurt to stay cautious."
Ruan Yao clutched the thin petal between his fingers, his mind a complete mess.
On the fourth-floor corridor of the teaching building, a man leaned against the railing, smiling as he looked at the two boys standing on the lawn below. His thin lips curved into an amused arc.
"Oh dear, I've been discovered."
Despite the gravity of the situation, the man looked unconcerned, even delighted. His slender fingers rhythmically tapped a cheerful beat on the metal railing. The sleeves of his silver-gray shirt were rolled up to reveal well-defined forearm muscles, and his pale fingers bore thin, crisscrossing scars.
"That diligent student, Chu Lingyi, is really a nuisance."
"High school students shouldn't be dating so early"
The man scratched his messy hair in frustration. "I suppose they need a little punishment to learn their lesson. Seems like the teacher will have to work harder."
"One Lin Xuan, one Chu Lingyi..." the man counted on his fingers but soon realized that even ten fingers weren't enough. He sighed helplessly, the corner of his mouth lifting higher.
"Ruan Yao, you really know how to attract people."
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Ruan Yao returned to the dorm in a daze.
Lin Xuan had been gaming with headphones on. When he saw Ruan Yao walk in absentmindedly, his hand froze on the mouse, and his character was instantly defeated. The screen soon displayed "Game Over."
Ignoring his teammates' furious curses, Lin Xuan took off his headphones and crossed his arms, watching Ruan Yao drift in like a ghost.
"Ruan Yao" Lin Xuan called out.
Ruan Yao sat at his desk in a daze. Hearing Lin Xuan's voice, his eyelashes quivered.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xuan asked with a dry throat.
Ruan Yao was deeply troubled by the man in black, and the horrific sight of Yang Xiyu's tragic corpse made him look even more drained.
Lin Xuan had intended to question him about being with Chu Lingyi, but after hesitating, he couldn't help but ask with concern "Are you sick?"
"No" Ruan Yao replied. His naturally weak constitution made him prone to fevers when scared. He had been holding on all the way back, and his cheeks were now flushed, though he hadn't noticed.
Lin Xuan's frown deepened. His sharp features made him look even more intimidating when serious.
Since crossing over, Ruan Yao had secretly been a bit afraid of him.
"You're running a fever." Lin Xuan reached out to feel Ruan Yao's forehead, finding it burning hot.
Ruan Yao slumped over his desk and instinctively shrank away from Lin Xuan's hand, exhaling hot, stifling breaths.
"I'm not" he insisted stubbornly.
Lin Xuan simply pressed his own forehead against Ruan Yao's. The heat felt even more oppressive in the humid early summer afternoon.
Sweat beaded on Ruan Yao's eyelashes, dampening his dark, feather-like lashes. His lips and cheeks were flushed, and his breath carried a subtle, lingering scent.
Some people, even when sick, seemed to be seducing others.
Lin Xuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcefully suppressed the dark emotions welling up inside him.
"I'll take you to the doctor, okay?" Lin Xuan used a gentle, coaxing tone he never imagined he'd use for the boy next door he once looked down on.
Ruan Yao slowly closed his eyes, feeling dizzy and groggy. "I'm not going anywhere."
When he was sick, his spoiled nature became even more apparent. Half-lidded, he weakly pushed Lin Xuan away.
He felt unbearably hot and didn't want anyone bothering him.
Unbeknownst to Ruan Yao, their roles had completely reversed. The once clingy one was now Lin Xuan, while Ruan Yao had become distant and unreachable.
Lin Xuan raised his hands in surrender. "Let me help you cool down, okay? Maybe take some medicine?"
Ruan Yao groaned and lazily placed one sock-clad foot on Lin Xuan's leg. His white cotton sock slipped halfway off, exposing his pale ankle, which seemed to glow with a delicate luster.
Lin Xuan's thigh muscles immediately tensed.
Oblivious to the growing tension, Ruan Yao pressed down harder.
Lin Xuan quickly caught the sliding sock with his large hand.
Dancers always had stunning lines from their toes to their ankles. Lin Xuan couldn't help but stroke the soft skin.
"I won't take medicine. It's too bitter" Ruan Yao whined. His stubborn, spoiled attitude was hard to deal with, and his feverish state only made him tease Lin Xuan more. Lin Xuan struggled not to act on his darker impulses.
Having no other choice, Lin Xuan called the family doctor for advice.
The old doctor had served the Lin family for decades and was like a kind grandfather to Lin Xuan.
Hearing Lin Xuan call, the doctor was shocked. "Ah Xuan, why are you asking this? Who's sick?"
Lin Xuan glanced at Ruan Yao, who was now starting to undress in front of him due to discomfort, and stammered "A friend... caught a cold, has a high fever, and refuses to see a doctor. I didn't know what else to do, so I called you..."
The doctor, unaware that Lin Xuan attended an all-boys high school, grew excited "Is it your girlfriend?"
Why are you so nosy at your age?
Lin Xuan turned his head and glanced at Ruan Yao who was lying on the bed, kicking at his pants. He coughed and avoided the lively scene. "Well..."
He was about to say no, but he couldn't help but think of Ruan Yao's pitiful look as he lay on his lap, a beautiful and delicate boy who would cry at the slightest scolding.
"Yes..."
His grandfather was very happy on the other end of the line, giving professional advice and then sighing "So A Xuan has also learned to take care of people. Is this the power of love?"
Lin Xuan was unexpectedly innocent when faced with this kind of question. Although he had found all sorts of excuses to touch the places he should touch, he was still a little embarrassed when it came to facing it directly.
He hurriedly hung up the phone and quickly followed his grandfather's instructions to lower Ruan Yao's temperature.
Damn it, he had never been so patient with anyone in his life.
Ruan Yao had stripped down to his underwear and was sleeping restlessly under the covers, his brows furrowed and his cheeks flushed.
Lin Xuan thought to himself that if this wasn't a sick patient, he really didn't know what kind of beastly things he would do.
Ruan Yao was hot and cold, and the fever made it difficult for him to see clearly.
But he didn't care who was on the other side. Ruan Yao had a natural trust and closeness towards all humans. In the little peach's heart, humans were inherently reliable.
Lin Xuan's fingers occasionally touched the young man's hot, smooth skin, and ripples of intoxication rippled wherever they touched.
Ruan Yao drooped his long, dark eyelashes and let Lin Xuan use a damp towel to cool him down. Sometimes he would even giggle.
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Xuan asked casually, not expecting Ruan Yao to hear him.
Unexpectedly, Ruan Yao bit his lip, and his flushed cheeks revealed a seductive drunkenness.
"I don't know, I just want to laugh." He was obviously still not awake, his soft red cheeks resting against the pillow, his lips like a bright pearl held between his lips, making Lin Xuan itch to take a bite.
Thinking about it, he just did it.
Since Ruan Yao was so dazed and confused, he kissed Ruan Yao's unconsciously puffed-up lips. It was sweet, not like the overly sweet candy, but a sweet and intoxicating fragrance.
When people are sick, all their reactions are the most real and the most absurd. When Ruan Yao had a fever, his whole body was like a well-cooked glutinous rice ball. If you poked it with your hand, the soft flesh would sink in, and you could knead it and flatten it into all kinds of soft shapes.
Ruan Yao was half-asleep, feeling like his face was going to be ruined by Lin Xuan, this dog.
He grumbled angrily.
The system was shutting down: ...
This was the first time it had encountered a host who scared himself sick before facing the villain. It had no face to meet the other systems!
"Lin... Lin Xuan..." Ruan Yao still had no strength, and he hummed and hawed as he took Lin Xuan's mischievous hand away. "Don't pinch it, it hurts."
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow: "Use and discard? You're good, Ruan Yao."
The way he said it made it sound like he was some kind of heartless scumbag who enjoyed the service and then pulled up his pants and ran away.
Ruan Yao coughed awkwardly, covering his mouth. He thought to himself that something was wrong, why was his mouth swollen from a fever?
He doubtfully touched his mouth and looked at Lin Xuan's stern expression, feeling a little ashamed, thinking that he was thinking too much.
Maybe it was some kind of illness he hadn't heard of.
Ruan Yao actively found an excuse for Lin Xuan to get away, his eyelashes fluttering so slowly because of his illness that he looked even dumber than usual.
It seemed like he could just be fooled into taking off his pants and showing him.
Lin Xuan, this stinky bastard, didn't know what kind of restricted pictures he was thinking of, and he licked his lips, which were slightly cracked due to anxiety.
Ruan Yao: "System, help! Lin Xuan's eyes are so perverted"
The system just wanted to say coldly "Bro, you set the fire yourself, you put it out yourself"
Ruan Yao's health improved in fits and starts. After regaining consciousness, Lin Xuan patiently coaxed her to take a few bitter pills. As she made a face at the taste, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her until her lips were sore.
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Up until the night of the party, Ruan Yao was still a little weak, and his cheeks always had an unnatural flush.
But Ruan Yao couldn't tell if this blush was due to Lin Xuan's shenanigans or if it was from his fever.
"Ruan Yao, are you okay?" The makeup artist was the same little sister from the opening ceremony, and she had always been very concerned about Ruan Yao.
After all, a boy as beautiful as a porcelain doll was really rare! Especially one who was so obedient! No matter how much the makeup artist did, he wouldn't get angry, his temper was really good!
The little sister screamed internally about how there could be such a beautiful boy, but on the surface, she tried to hold back her aunt smile and used a small brush to sweep across Ruan Yao's tender cheeks.
Ruan Yao's skin was naturally very good, so he hardly needed any foundation.
In order to do Ruan Yao's makeup, the little sister even took out her most expensive set of tools, determined to make Ruan Yao outshine all the other flamboyant beauties at the party.
"Are you sure you want to use this color of eyeshadow? It's too flamboyant, isn't it?"
"Don't you think it suits him? People with white skin and big eyes can't go wrong with any eyeshadow."
"Pink eyeshadow would be suitable too, right? Why don't we try pink?"
"That's too girly, is it really okay? Aaaaaah!"
Ruan Yao let the girls mess with him at will. Facing cute girls, he was always too embarrassed to speak out, and he couldn't learn to refuse.
Time seemed to pass as slowly as half a century. Ruan Yao was almost asleep when the group of chattering makeup artist girls finally got everyone satisfied.
"Ruan classmate, open your eyes and let us see," the little sister lifted Ruan Yao's chin with her finger and smiled.
"Mmm," the sleepy Ruan Yao opened his eyes drowsily.
"Hiss—" Everyone in the dressing room gasped when Ruan Yao opened his eyes.
So, so, beautiful.
The little sister covered her chest, "I have no regrets in life after being able to create such a stunning little beauty."
The person next to her quickly supported her, "Don't faint, don't faint, let's check again."
His eyebrows were like faint spring mountains, his eyes were like sparkling autumn water.
Bright eyes and white teeth, incomparable.
It was as if the soul of a stunning ancient god had possessed the young man, with closed eyes he was a young god with lowered eyes, and with open eyes he was the most seductive and enchanting soul in the world.
What is meant by a handsome young man, as bright as a jade tree standing in the wind.
This was it.
For a moment in the backstage dressing room, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin dropping.
Ruan Yao didn't understand the situation and asked blankly, "Didn't it turn out well?" He was more curious about why everyone was looking at him with such a gaping expression.
So strange.
"No, no, no, it's very good," the little sister immediately came back to her senses, and the hand she was holding Ruan Yao's shoulder with was even a little lighter, afraid of breaking this jade-like little statue.
"Be careful when it's your turn, don't bump into people."
It was such a perfect masterpiece, whoever dared to ruin this makeup, she would definitely rush up and fight that stinky idiot.
Ruan Yao was quite experienced in stage performances, and immediately nodded and said, "Don't worry."
He took a deep breath and went backstage to wait.
"System, will Wen Sian really take action at this time?" Ruan Yao's voice trembled slightly.
Since Chu Lingyi had carefully analyzed it with him that day, he had actually believed it more or less, the only thing he was still hesitant about was that he hadn't really seen the ridiculous clown mask of the mysterious person dressed in black and whether it really hid Wen Sian's gentle and handsome face.
"He said he was looking forward to your performance, so that must mean something will happen after you finish dancing. He probably wants to do something again. But according to probability calculations, the target of this crime is 99.9% likely to be the host, sir."
Ruan Yao swallowed and said in a small voice, "System, I'm a little scared."
The system patted Ruan Yao's chestnut head, and even in its mechanical voice, you could hear a bit of warmth, "Don't panic, I'll be by your side to protect you."
Ruan Yao clenched his fingers, "If I really have to die, can we change to a painless prop?"
He looked down sadly, "I'm afraid of pain."
The system was slightly startled.
No matter how you look at it, from when Ruan Yao first transformed, until now, it was only the age of a human being who had just reached adulthood, and he would still be afraid of pain and suffering.
Ruan Yao didn't know what method he used to force himself to accept the inevitable death, but in the end, he pitifully asked the system for a painless prop.
After a long time in the consciousness sea, the system said softly, "Okay."
Ruan Yao's dance talent had always been very good. Chu Lingyi and Lin Xuan in the audience, although the two of them didn't get along, the only thing they could agree on was that Ruan Yao's dance was unique in the world.
His limbs were as slender as young bamboo, his neck was as thin and white as a dying swan, and his fingertips, tinged with peach pink, were the boundaries defined by the Muse wherever his toes touched.
Ruan Yao danced a contemporary dance choreographed by a top Chinese dancer, and the dance was infused with the coldness of the moonlight and the ripples of the water, and every move could bring the audience into that dreamlike water moon world.
After the dance ended, Ruan Yao knew that his performance was a success from the audience's long lingering gaze and the thunderous applause that was delayed by almost half a minute.
He let out a sigh of relief, almost collapsing to the ground.
Backstage was busy, and people of all kinds were coming and going in a disorderly manner. Ruan Yao slowly walked to the dressing room to change his clothes.
A passing staff member handed him a cup of hot water very enthusiastically, "You worked hard just now, you must be tired, drink some water."
Ruan Yao took the cup and forced a smile, "Thank you."
"You danced very well just now, I'm almost falling in love with you," the staff member's voice was very pleasant, clear and gentle, as if he was naturally born with an attractive magnetic field.
Ruan Yao couldn't help but look over.
A young man's gentle and handsome face, covered by the brim of a duck-billed cap, was smiling calmly at Ruan Yao.
"I'm in love with you." The man smiled.
The water cup in his hand hit his foot, and hot water spilled everywhere, burning the top of Ruan Yao's foot.
He only removed one of his shoes, and the pale foot was a glaring red.
But Ruan Yao seemed unaware, staring blankly at the man. It took him a long time to finally find his voice, which was filled with panic and confusion: “Wen... Teacher Wen?”
It had been a definite tone, but after uncovering the true culprit's identity, everything seemed absurd and unreal, like a dream.
“How could it be? It really is you.”
Wen Siyan pressed down the brim of his hat, and the smile on his lips grew wider: “Ah, why couldn’t it be me, Ruan classmate?”
“I told you we would meet again soon.”
He cheerfully leaned close to Ruan Yao’s ear, speaking each word with his usual seductive and elegant tone: “Teachers never break their promises.”
His muscular arm casually wrapped around the boy’s soft, collapsing body, humming a tune as he held the unconscious boy and lifted his eyes, smiling brightly at the camera recording everything.
Wen Siyan opened his mouth, silently speaking to the camera.
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