Volume Two: Those Years When I Was the School Bully
Fatal Feeling
Why am I so good to you?
It’s very simple.
Initially, Wen Nuan was nice to complete the System’s mission; getting on good terms with the Female Lead would make it easier to complete the mission later on, promoting the perfect harmony between the Male Lead and Female Lead.
But now, Wen Nuan was trying to eliminate the Female Lead’s blackening value, thinking that being nicer to Song Ci would lower it. However, discovering that Song Ci harbored different feelings for her, she deliberately distanced herself, hoping Song Ci would give up.
Yet, Wen Nuan ultimately couldn’t just stand by and watch someone suffer. If anything happened to Song Ci, the mission in this world would still fail, and they would be expelled.
The reason was very clear.
But looking into Song Ci’s ink-dark eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
After hemming and hawing1 for ages, Wen Nuan finally mumbled, “Because… I see you as a friend.”
You f%cking have ulterior motives towards me.
Female Lead, search your conscience, are you doing right by me!?
And you still blacken on me, truly heartless.
Song Ci blinked, her voice light, “Then do you know what I see you as?”
Playing dumb.
Wen Nuan pretended not to understand, spouting nonsense, “…Friends, classmates, I guess.”
“Zhao Wen Nuan, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this seriously.”
“Told me what?”
Song Ci stopped walking and smiled, “Zhao Wen Nuan, Song Ci likes you. I’ve liked you for a long time.”
Wen Nuan: “…..”
The streetlights scattered in her ink-dark eyes, sparkling like a river of stars.
“I don’t want to be friends with you, because my feelings for you were never friendship to begin with.”
Wen Nuan: “……”
“I want to be with you, hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, even sleep with you. As long as it’s with you, I’m willing to do anything.”
“…….”
Wen Nuan looked into her glistening eyes. Though her heart was in turmoil, her face remained as calm as still water.
The System was somewhat moved by Song Ci’s confession: 【Host, maybe you should just give in?】
Wen Nuan: “…Screw off!”
She turned and walked forward, not responding to Song Ci.
Song Ci gave a bitter smile and followed behind Wen Nuan. The two walked in silence all the way.
Taizhou Fu, Building 11.
Wen Nuan saw Song Ci to the entrance downstairs. They were still silent.
Song Ci glanced at Wen Nuan, “I’ll head in first. The clothes…”
“Song Ci, back in the second year of high school, when you were bullied on campus, did you intentionally let that happen?” Wen Nuan looked at Song Ci, her expression unreadable.
Song Ci lowered her eyes, chuckling softly, “Ah… you found out.”
“What f%cking point was there in doing that?” Wen Nuan frowned. “Why would you do that?”
Intentionally letting people bully her, intentionally letting people □□ her, what exactly was the Female Lead’s purpose?
Song Ci was clearly smiling, yet she looked like she was about to cry. “If I didn’t do that, would you have come back?”
Wen Nuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You deliberately got bullied just to make me come back? Are you crazy?”
“I am crazy. If I weren’t crazy, how could I have fallen for you?” Song Ci smiled gently, but her eyes held an obvious madness.
“If I hadn’t come back, you would have just let others keep bullying you?” Wen Nuan found it terrifying.
Song Ci’s face was calm as she nodded. “Yeah.”
“Even if you were bullied to the point of death, you would have continued?”
People who suffer campus bullying often can’t bear the pain and end up collapsing and committing suicide.
“Maybe.” Song Ci touched the jade pendant on her chest, seemingly laughing self-mockingly. “If I couldn’t see you while alive, having you collect my body after death wouldn’t be too bad either.”
Slap—
Infuriated by Song Ci’s crazed state, Wen Nuan’s mind went blank, and she slapped her across the face, blurting out, “You’re f%cking crazy!”
The System silently felt this scene was somewhat familiar again.
“Crazy?” Song Ci touched her cheek, letting out a soft laugh.
She looked at Wen Nuan, the corners of her eyes crimson, her gaze sharp and fierce. “If you hadn’t taken the initiative to get close to me back then, letting me slowly rely on you, get used to you, and then silently left me, forcing me to endure loneliness and indifference again—Zhao Wen Nuan, you tell me, who wouldn’t go crazy? Who wouldn’t go crazy!?”
Wen Nuan froze. Song Ci’s questioning left her speechless.
As a task-doer, one would choose either the Male Lead or Female Lead to complete the mission. When Wen Nuan first arrived in this world, the Male Lead hadn’t transferred to Third Experimental High School from out of town yet, and her identity made it easier and more convenient to approach the Female Lead, Song Ci. So, Wen Nuan focused her mission efforts on the Female Lead.
To better complete the mission, Wen Nuan actively approached Song Ci, built a good relationship with her, became her inseparable best friend. To ensure the Female Lead could safely appear before the Male Lead, Wen Nuan acted as her protector2, shielding Song Ci under her wing and declaring to outsiders that Song Ci was her person and no one was allowed to bully her.
Moreover, to prevent Song Ci from falling for someone else before meeting the Male Lead, Wen Nuan rejected all the boys who showed interest in Song Ci, striving for the two leads to fall in love at first sight when the Male Lead appeared. Then, she would create some minor excitement to push them together. Once she had accomplished everything, Wen Nuan would make a graceful exit and leave this world.
Because in her understanding, the Male and Female Leads would advance their relationship because of her confession, realize their feelings for each other, and live happily ever after.
Hearing Song Ci’s words, the System muttered: 【Host, it seems like we messed up with good intentions again.】
Wen Nuan looked at the redness rimming Song Ci’s eyes. She desperately held back the tears pooling there, refusing to let them fall.
Her lips moved, and she sighed, “…I’m sorry.”
At this moment, besides ‘sorry,’ Wen Nuan seemed unable to say anything else.
Song Ci’s eyelids trembled, tears silently tracing paths down her face. Her voice shook, “Besides ‘sorry,’ what else… can you say?”
Ever since Zhao Wen Nuan returned, she had heard enough, grown tired, sick of hearing her apologies.
Wen Nuan opened her mouth, then fell silent for a moment. “…I truly am sorry. I didn’t expect it would cause you so much pain.”
Such a pale, feeble explanation.
Song Ci gazed deeply at her, a trace of pain in her eyes. “Zhao Wen Nuan, during that year abroad, did you ever think of me? Did you ever think of contacting me? Did you ever think of talking to me, or even… sending a video call?”
Her tone held an obvious plea, “…Even just once?”
Wen Nuan’s brow furrowed slightly. She pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
She had already left back then, why would she think of contacting Song Ci?
Seeing her silence, Song Ci laughed bitterly a few times, mocking herself, “Right, how could you think of me? If you had thought of me, why would you come back at this time?”
“Zhao Wen Nuan, compared to your name3, you are much colder.” The complex look in her eyes held a mixture of love and hate, the pain and despair at their depths hard to conceal.
Looking at Song Ci, whose face was now streaked with tears, Wen Nuan felt a bitterness begin to well up inside her.
She wanted to wipe away Song Ci’s tears, but thinking of You Jiayi, the hand she had just raised slowly lowered again.
“Song Ci, I… I always saw you as my best friend.”
After all, in this world, she and Song Ci truly were inseparable friends4.
“But I don’t want to be your friend! Zhao Wen Nuan, can’t you understand? I don’t want to be your friend, I don’t!” Song Ci stepped forward and suddenly hugged Wen Nuan tightly.
Her eyes blurred with tears, she pleaded bitterly, “Please, I’m begging you, whatever you want me to do is fine! I just want to be with you. Don’t push me towards someone else, okay?”
Her fingers hanging by her side curled slightly. Wen Nuan closed her eyes and forcefully pulled Song Ci away.
“…I’m sorry.” She looked at the sobbing Song Ci, lifted her hand, and placed it on her own face. “Hit me. Maybe you’ll feel better.”
Song Ci lowered her head, not speaking, her eyes gradually becoming dim and cold.
She dropped her hand, listlessly taking off Wen Nuan’s jacket, completely unconcerned that the damaged clothes underneath exposed even more skin.
“Thank you for bringing me back today,” she handed the jacket over, her eyes cold. “Here you go.”
Wen Nuan looked up, about to take the jacket, when her gaze fell on Song Ci’s exposed skin. Her eyes froze.
She abruptly grabbed Song Ci’s wrist, pulling her closer, staring at the scar on her chest in shock. “This is… why do you have this scar?”
A flicker of confusion crossed Song Ci’s eyes. “What?”
“This scar, how did you get it?” Wen Nuan asked urgently.
“I’ve had it for a long time. Maybe it’s a birthmark,” Song Ci said lightly.
A birthmark?
Impossible. She was too familiar with this scar.
About 4cm long, shaped like a wound from a longsword. It looked horrifying, yet it felt smooth and soft to the touch, as if it were innate.
“No! It can’t be a birthmark!” Wen Nuan gripped her collar, staring intently at Song Ci, her voice firm and resonant5. “Tell me, how did this happen? How do you have it?”
It was exactly the same.
The same place, the same shape, the same feel.
Song Ci looked up, raising an eyebrow slightly. “What? Is this scar very important to you?”
She glanced down at her chest, her tone mocking, “Or perhaps… the person you like also has… the same scar as me?”
Wen Nuan’s fingers trembled slightly, her knuckles white, her pupils filled with astonishment.
Song Ci chuckled softly. “Looks like I guessed right. The person you like also has a scar on her chest, which is why you’re so surprised, right?”
Wen Nuan’s pupils trembled.
Song Ci was absolutely right. The scar on her chest was identical to You Jiayi’s.
“So…” Song Ci touched the scar on her chest, her tone intimate and lingering.
She stood on her tiptoes, a hint of undisguised hysteria flashing in her eyes, leaning close to Wen Nuan’s lips, almost coaxing, “Since you like this scar, why don’t I give it to you? Substitute6, lover, whatever—as long as you’re with me, I’ll accept any identity, okay?”
As long as she could have Zhao Wen Nuan, there was no despicable method she wouldn’t use.
If the beam above is crooked, the beam below will inevitably be warped7. She had been a rotten person since childhood; otherwise, why did no one want her, love her, cherish her?
Since that was the case, she could only rely on herself to fight for everything she wanted, even if it meant resorting to unscrupulous means8, even if the world pointed fingers and cursed her.
But none of that mattered. She only wanted Zhao Wen Nuan!
Wen Nuan was still lost in thought, wondering why this scar was so similar to You Jiayi’s. Thinking more carefully, she realized that Song Ci resembled You Jiayi in many ways.
Both liked sweets, had sensitive stomachs, and couldn’t drink carbonated beverages without constantly burping and feeling bloated.
Their menstrual cramps were severe enough to cause loss of consciousness. Even the way they cried was strangely similar.
Even the scar on their chests was identical.
This was simply uncanny.
Song Ci lowered her gaze, looking at Wen Nuan’s flushed lips. She hadn’t responded, nor had she refused.
Tentatively, she wrapped her arms around Wen Nuan’s waist and pressed her lips against her soft mouth.
In that instant, both felt a peculiar tremor simultaneously, like their beating hearts had suddenly suspended in mid-air.
Their heartbeats skipped a beat, thrilling yet alarming.
Wen Nuan leaned her head back, parting their lips. She looked at Song Ci, whose eyes glistened.
Right now, even her appearance when stirred by emotion was remarkably similar to You Jiayi’s.
Song Ci’s thin lips parted slightly, her eyes shimmering. “Wen Nuan…?”
Wen Nuan touched her wildly pounding heart. Her mind felt like mush9.
She tossed the jacket back to Song Ci, gave her one last deep look, then turned and left.
The tenderness in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by indifference and obsession.
Song Ci touched her lips, licking them as if savoring the memory.
She called out softly, “Zhao Wen Nuan, you felt something too, right?”
The author has something to say:
Wen Nuan: Duh, the feeling was f%cking huge!
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Here’s the turning point ig. Sooner or later she has to connect the dots right? In quick transmigrations the mc either locks the memories away or knows from the start that her lover is always the same