Volume Two: Those Years When I Was the School Bully
Long Time No See
Ningjiang City1 Third Experimental Middle School.
School entrance.
In the early spring weather, the sun was clearly bright, but a gust of wind made one shiver unexpectedly.
Under the security guard’s glare, Wen Nuan finished the cigarette in her mouth, then placed the butt in the guard’s palm, smiling politely. “Help me throw this away, thanks.”
Security Guard: “……”
Third Experimental Middle School was the strictest school in Ningjiang City, forbidding students from dyeing hair, wearing makeup, smoking, drinking, fighting, skipping class, and a series of other behaviors that violated school rules and regulations.
Unfortunately, these rules were extremely ineffective when it came to Zhao Wen Nuan. Having attended this high school for over a year, she had committed almost every single violation of the school rules.
But no one dared to manage her, no one dared to report her, simply because her dad was a director on the school board and also the real estate tycoon of Ningjiang City. Eighty percent of the real estate was in the hands of her dad, Zhao Zhenhai2.
Even the land under her feet, the very ground of Third Experimental Middle School, belonged to her dad.
Logically speaking, with Zhao Wen Nuan messing around like this, Zhao Zhenhai shouldn’t just turn a blind eye.
However, he was a daughter-doter3. His wife had painstakingly exchanged her life for this daughter, so Zhao Zhenhai naturally cherished and protected her attentively, carefully pampering her, afraid she would suffer hardship or fatigue. He simply didn’t care about her running amok4 at school.
In Zhao Zhenhai’s eyes, as long as Zhao Wen Nuan was happy and content, even if she turned Ningjiang City upside down, Zhao Zhenhai would hand her the shovel.
Typical spoiling.
It had raised Zhao Wen Nuan into an arrogant and domineering, pampered and spoiled Little Overlord5 who didn’t know her place6.
But everyone at Third Experimental Middle School knew that this Little Overlord was very protective of one person. She had been shielding her since the first year of high school, forbidding anyone from bullying her, forbidding anyone from making things difficult for her, and even forbidding anyone from falling for her.
This person was Song Ci7 from Grade 12, Class 5.
But later, after something happened at the start of the second year, the Little Overlord transferred schools and left. Some people, relying on the fact that the Little Overlord was gone, began to blatantly8 bully Song Ci.
“So, the reason Song Ci blackened is because of school bullying?” Wen Nuan checked the plotline after her departure.
After she finished causing trouble at the start of her second year, she immediately transferred schools and exited the mission world.
The current time point was the second semester of the third year of high school. The college entrance exams were just over three months away. All the third-year students were nervously and actively preparing for the exams, but that didn’t stop some people from continuing to bully Song Ci during this time.
System: 【It’s highly possible. Right now, Song Ci’s blackening value is 8.5! School bullying can make people wish they were dead.】
Wen Nuan looked at the Grade 12 teaching building in front of her and headed towards the third floor. “Doesn’t the male lead do anything? I clearly remember the male lead likes the female lead.”
【In the current plotline, the male lead and female lead no longer have a connection. The female lead rejected the male lead’s pursuit, and since the male lead isn’t the type to pester relentlessly9, he gave up on the female lead.】
Wen Nuan paused. “Rejected the male lead? Why? Weren’t they getting along quite well before I left?”
【The specific reason is unknown, but the female lead rejected the male lead because they weren’t suitable for each other.】
What kind of joke was that?
How could the male and female leads chosen by the Heavenly Dao10 possibly be unsuitable?!
The female lead had quite the personality, openly defying the destiny designated by the Heavenly Dao.
“So the male lead basically didn’t care at all about the female lead being bullied?” Wen Nuan asked doubtfully.
The male lead in this world was sunny and handsome, very righteous and responsible. How could he sit idly by?
You know, he was the type who would enthusiastically help old ladies cross the street.
【He helped a few times, but the male lead and female lead can’t be together every moment, so he couldn’t provide constant help. Moreover, it seems the male lead’s help actually increased the number of times the female lead was bullied.】 The System said, puzzled, 【Why would that happen?】
Wen Nuan understood. “This is human depravity. They can’t stand seeing someone they dislike receive care and attention from others.”
The male lead in this world not only came from a good family and looked good, but his studies also ranked among the best11—a campus heartthrob type.
He was already very popular with girls. Seeing their Prince Charming12 show favor to another girl would inevitably trigger abnormal psychological responses like jealousy and resentment in some girls.
At that point, the one who suffered would definitely be the female lead.
“Right now, the method to resolve the female lead’s blackening value has surfaced.” Wen Nuan watched as the Grade 12, Class 5 head teacher, Li Qinlan13, led her to the podium.
Seeing everyone’s panic-stricken14 expressions and the female lead’s indescribable gaze.
Wen Nuan smiled faintly. “Everyone, I’m the new transfer student, Zhao Wen Nuan. For the next three months, please…” She scanned the entire class, the corner of her mouth lifting, “…offer me plenty… of… guidance!”
That is, give them a taste of their own medicine15.
In an instant, everyone in Grade 12, Class 5 felt a sense of dread, like being targeted by a fierce beast, as if winter was coming.16
Li Qinlan had only taken over Class 5 in the third year and wasn’t quite clear about the entanglements between Zhao Wen Nuan and the students. She only knew that Zhao Wen Nuan was someone the principal had specifically mentioned to pay attention to, and she had been briefed on who Zhao Wen Nuan’s father was.
Now, seeing the terrified expressions on the students’ faces upon seeing Zhao Wen Nuan, although she didn’t know why they were so afraid of her, like mice seeing a cat, she understood clearly that Zhao Wen Nuan was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
“Zhao-tongxue’s17 seat… let me see where she should sit?” Li Qinlan had seen Zhao Wen Nuan’s transcript from abroad; it was utterly horrible18.
“Teacher, I’ll just sit in my old seat.” Wen Nuan slung her backpack and walked over to Song Ci’s side, tossing the bag onto Ge Lan’s19 desk with an air full of malice. “Are you leaving on your own? Or do I have to ask you to leave?”
Ge Lan immediately stood up, hastily gathering her things, saying quickly, “I’ll leave right away, right away.”
Clutching a pile of papers and books, she ran to an empty seat at the back, afraid Wen Nuan would beat her up if she was too slow.
Wen Nuan sat down fiercely. Seeing others still looking at her, she narrowed her eyes. “What? Is there a flower on Laozi’s20 face?”
The entire class snapped their heads back forward in perfect unison, comparable to military training.
【Um, did I forget to tell you something?】 The System stammered.
Wen Nuan glared fiercely. “What?”
The System, intimidated by her glare, said awkwardly: 【This return to the source world is to lower the world subject’s blackening value. The task-taker doesn’t need to worry about the character persona issue and can act freely.】
Wen Nuan: “……”
So she put on that act just now for nothing?!
And here she was, deliberately maintaining the original body’s arrogant, eye-higher-than-the-top21, trouble-stirring22 persona.
Still, having no persona restrictions was good too. At least she didn’t have to put on airs every day, afraid of getting points deducted for going OOC23.
Wen Nuan’s fierce gaze shifted to one of calm indifference. She sensed someone beside her looking at her.
It was Song Ci.
From the moment she stepped into the classroom, Song Ci’s eyes hadn’t left her.
“What? Don’t recognize me after a year?” Wen Nuan smiled.
When Wen Nuan arrived in this world, the original body had just finished the middle school entrance exams. With the original’s abysmal24 grades, she shouldn’t have been able to get into Third Experimental Middle School.
But her dad was kickass25, so Wen Nuan had her dad donate some money and get the principal to make an exception.
Although this behavior was rather shameful, the effect was bang-up26, and it also fit the original’s persona, so Wen Nuan easily got close to the female lead.
On the first day of high school, Wen Nuan deliberately approached the female lead, wanting to be friends. The female lead was initially a bit cold and unwilling to pay her attention, but she couldn’t withstand Wen Nuan’s persistence, hanging around her every day. The female lead eventually tacitly allowed Wen Nuan’s approach, and the two slowly grew closer.
Later, at the start of the second year, after Wen Nuan completed her mission, she used the excuse of going abroad for further studies to leave Third Experimental Middle School, completely cutting off contact with Song Ci.
Song Ci lowered her eyes. “You do seem a bit unrecognizable.”
“It’s been a year, after all. Changes are bound to happen.” Wen Nuan looked at Song Ci. “You haven’t changed much in appearance, but I feel like you’ve lost a lot of weight.”
Probably due to the school bullying, she had become much thinner.
“It’s alright,” Song Ci blinked. “I haven’t lost that much.”
“Your sharp chin has become prominent from the weight loss.”
Wen Nuan looked at her, vaguely seeing in her a resemblance to the thin and haggard You Jiayi she first met.
Why was it that every time she returned, the female lead seemed somewhat sallow and emaciated27?
Song Ci touched her chin, her voice faint. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” Wen Nuan looked her up and down. “Eat more from now on, build yourself back up.”
“Okay.”
The first class was Math. To maintain her persona, Wen Nuan hadn’t brought anything in her backpack.
But she was long used to looking at Song Ci’s textbook. Just as she was about to call Song Ci to share, Song Ci had already silently pushed the math book to the middle of the desk between them.
“Go ahead.”
Wen Nuan smiled. “Not bad, the chemistry is still there.”
Song Ci said faintly, “You never bring textbooks.”
That was true. To maintain the original’s persona, Wen Nuan’s backpack was filled with manga and novels.
Wen Nuan looked at the notes in the textbook, densely packed and neatly written, pleasing to the eye. Only the Coke stain covering the page was inexplicably jarring, making one feel annoyed.
“How did this happen?”
“I accidentally did it myself.”
“You drink Coke?”
Song Ci fell silent for a moment. “A little.”
Lies. Song Ci never liked drinking carbonated beverages.
“You have a sensitive stomach. Drinking carbonated drinks makes you burp constantly and feel bloated, even just a little.” Wen Nuan looked at the Coke stain covering nearly half the page. “Song Ci, who did this?”
Hearing Wen Nuan use her full name meant she was angry.
She pressed her lips together. “When Ge Lan was passing by… she accidentally spilled it.”
Accidentally?
Looking at the area covered by the Coke stain, it seemed like a whole cup had been poured on it.
Wen Nuan glanced at Song Ci but said nothing more.
Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the scar on her ring finger. Sighing, she kicked the leg of the desk in front of her.
The boy in front trembled, then turned around shakily, saying in alarm, “Zhao-jie, what do you need me to do?”
“Feel like drinking a Coke.”
Song Ci’s hand, which was writing on a paper, paused.
The boy immediately took a bottle of Coca-Cola from his desk drawer, respectfully placed it on Wen Nuan’s desk, and said with a fawning smile, “Zhao-jie, please drink.”
Wen Nuan took it and shook it vigorously in her hand. “Thanks.”
The boy quickly said, “Of course, of course.”
The math teacher was also an old acquaintance. Seeing Zhao Wen Nuan casually disrupting class discipline, he didn’t dare make a peep. He could only glare at the boy in the front row and scold, “Zhang Wei28, it’s class time, what little tricks are you up to? Do it again and come up to the podium, let everyone see.”
Zhang Wei immediately sat up straight, not daring to move.
In the quiet math class, besides the teacher’s voice explaining problems, there was the sound of Zhao Wen Nuan shaking the Coke bottle.
Twenty minutes later, the bell rang, and the shaking sound stopped.
The math teacher was still packing his teaching materials at the podium. Wen Nuan stood up, walked to the back, and stood in front of Ge Lan.
Ge Lan looked at the Coke in her hand, her eyes filled with terror. Just as she was about to open her mouth to beg for mercy.
Wen Nuan opened the Coke towards her. Having been violently shaken, the Coke erupted like a cannonball, the huge stream hitting Ge Lan directly.
“Ah—” Ge Lan was sprayed all over with Coke, utterly drenched and miserable.
Wen Nuan covered her mouth in feigned surprise. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I just wanted to drink a Coke, how did it turn out like this?” She pulled a tissue from a nearby desk and handed it over. “Are you alright?”
Ge Lan trembled, not daring to meet Wen Nuan’s eyes, nor daring to take the tissue. “…I’m, I’m fine.”
“Really?” Wen Nuan acted very embarrassed, pretending to be aggrieved. “Are you really okay? Are you mad at me? You won’t even look at me or take the tissue I’m handing you. You must be mad at me?”
Ge Lan reached out, carefully taking the tissue, looking into those eyes full of mockery and contempt.
For some reason, this Zhao Wen Nuan seemed even more terrifying than the Zhao Wen Nuan from a year ago.
She looked like she was about to cry, her voice trembling, “Thank you, Zhao-tongxue, I… I’m not mad at you.”
Wen Nuan breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good then. Ge Lan-tongxue really is… such a nice person.”
She placed the empty Coke bottle on Ge Lan’s desk, her smile innocent. “Help me throw this away, would you?”
Ge Lan nodded like pounding garlic29. “Okay.”
The math teacher had left long ago. The other students, having watched the farce, quickly ran outside.
In the classroom just now, it felt as if the air had been sucked out, making it hard to breathe.
Everyone had the same terrifying thought: Zhao Wen Nuan was back to stand up for Song Ci.
“Thanks.” Wen Nuan took the wet wipe Song Ci handed her, wiping her hands slowly and deliberately.
“Actually, you didn’t have to do that.”
Wen Nuan looked at her. “Didn’t have to do what?”
“I don’t mind.”
You don’t mind, yet you still blackened on me!?
Wen Nuan tossed the wet wipe into the trash bin behind her. “I mind.”
Song Ci’s eyelashes trembled. She asked, “Why… did you suddenly come back to the country?”
“Heard you were being bullied,”
And f%cking blackened.
Wen Nuan turned around, meeting her gaze. “So, I came back.”
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