“Pinku, fufumi~”
It was almost time for class to start.
Amidst a flurry of noisy footsteps, the students who had been playing outside one by one returned to the classroom.
The once quiet Class Three, Year Two became lively again.
However, since the person involved was sitting right there in class, they tacitly avoided the ambiguous topic of “Su Wanli and the transfer student,” quietly stealing glances at the direction where the two were.
“Yawn.”
Hearing the bustling noise, Su Xiaoli silently stretched, pulling her body up from the desk and letting out a big yawn at the blank ceiling.
So sleepy.
She clearly didn’t have the habit of taking naps, so why was she so tired?
Thinking carefully, she recalled that she’d gotten out of bed at seven in the morning and then had to ride her electric bike to school…
No wonder she hadn’t felt this exhausted in a long time.
She had originally planned to use the free lunch break to review some topics.
But even though the notebook Meng Wange had given her was already quite concise, looking at the dense words and numbers on it made Su Wanli’s spirit wane…
Meng Wange—just saying her name made Su Wanli’s temper flare.
Su Xiaoli bit her lip and slammed her hand down on the desk.
She had only casually asked Meng Wange to wash some clothes for her to keep her from tagging along.
Even if Meng Wange was truly clueless, grabbing her school uniform and washing it by the pond with a washboard, she should have finished in an hour and a half, right?
But Su Wanli had bought lunch for two at the cafeteria and waited in the classroom until nearly 1:30, yet hadn’t seen Meng Wange once.
So, had she finished washing and then gone off to eat alone?
The last dish available at the cafeteria was the Spicy Pepper Ice Cream.
Apparently, Meng Wange had quite the taste for heavy flavors.
Su Wanli had even worried the Meat Bun would get cold and had carefully kept it warm in her arms for a while—what a thoughtful gesture…
Wait, hold on—she suddenly had a new bullying idea!
A flash of inspiration lit up Su Wanli’s mind as she held back her words.
What if she forced the female lead to eat only the food she gave her—forcing her to eat everything?
Would that count as a form of bullying?
[Host, if the food you want to give is ice cream or other naturally cold items, the system usually won’t count it as bullying. In fact, it might even deduct your Female Villain Value.]
“Hmph, what nonsense is that? Of course, you give hot food cold, and cold food hot!”
“Think about it—force Meng Wange to eat hot pot first, then force her to eat ice cream. Alternating hot and cold to wreck her stomach. Isn’t that a new kind of bullying?”
[…Uh, please feel free to play the villainess role as you wish, but please keep an eye on changes to your Female Villain Value.]
The system casually summarized Su Wanli’s new plan before swiftly changing the topic.
[Host, constantly thinking about how to play the villainess better is good, but please don’t forget your two real targets this afternoon.]
[Target One: Create some explosive moments for our story. Do something unexpected in unexpected places. Or, to put it concretely, let Meng Wange fully showcase her talents at Baiying Academy.]
[Target Two: Study hard and get a good score on the school entrance test to smoothly earn your invitation to the evening banquet.]
[Please maintain your villainess character while completing the two tasks as perfectly as possible. The system will request extra rewards for you at tonight’s reckoning.]
…Maintaining character and arranging explosive moments, all while drawing a vague carrot for myself—the system really treats me like a low-level workhorse…
Su Xiaoli rolled her eyes silently and glanced at the class schedule written on the blackboard.
Morning classes were over.
The remaining classes today were history, math, art, and homeroom.
Hmm, create explosive moments for Meng Wange…
Spout some ancient secrets in history class, solve some world-class problems in math, paint a masterpiece in art class?
Isn’t that too harsh for a high school student?
Meng Wange wasn’t even eighteen yet; she wasn’t 1,800 years old…
The most important thing—where had she run off to?
Surely she wasn’t going to skip the first class of the afternoon?
Su Xiaoli rubbed her eyes and wiped away a few tears caused by yawning, then looked toward the seat beside her.
The brown-haired girl, who had somehow returned to the classroom, was gently leaning on her desk, her head resting on her arms, quietly watching her.
That unabashed, direct gaze made Su Wanli somewhat flustered.
She subconsciously touched her cheek.
W-why is she looking at me like that?
Had she pressed something weird onto her face while sleeping?
…N-no, probably not.
If there really were marks on her face, her Female Villain Value would have dropped below eighty by now!
Su Wanli frowned in puzzlement at her still-flourishing Female Villain progress bar, then glanced at Meng Wange and clenched her fist.
“What are you looking at? Have you been running around the county all afternoon? If you keep being so reckless, don’t blame me if I…”
But Meng Wange only smiled softly, still leaning on the desk.
She then held up two fingers, waving a square sticky note paper clutched between them.
That was… the note she had just written to her?
To keep her impressive Female Villain progress bar, Su Wanli planned to kick open the classroom door when she returned, casually shoot a warning glance at Meng Wange’s face, say something like, “Heh, you don’t value time at all, but since you’re working for me, I guess I can forgive that,” and toss the Meat Bun carelessly into her arms.
But as before, more than half an hour had passed and Meng Wange still hadn’t come back to class.
Su Wanli continued to clutch the Meat Bun, waiting to take it out for her when Meng Wange returned.
No matter how clever her words were, it would still seem very deliberate.
“We are wicked and proud noble villainesses,” she thought.
“Giving food to Meng Wange is fine, but she only deserves to eat my leftovers.”
After pondering for a long time, Su Wanli finally wrote on the sticky note: “Bought too much, tastes bad, please get rid of it.”
“Bought too much” showed off her lavish spending.
“Tastes bad” was her high-and-mighty critique.
“Please get rid of it” was a ruthless command, completely disregarding Meng Wange’s tastes.
These simple ten characters encapsulated the essence of Su Xiaoli’s short-lived villainous life.
But what did Meng Wange’s current behavior mean?
Did she want to refuse Su Wanli’s reward?
Su Wanli raised an eyebrow and reached out to take the note back from Meng Wange.
Sure enough, it was the note she had written.
However, in the lower right corner of the sticky note, there was a cartoon figure wearing sunglasses.
The figure held a sniper rifle in its right hand, while with the left hand it gave Su Wanli an “OK” gesture.
Above the little figure, Meng Wange had written neatly in elegant handwriting a reply to the ten words Su Wanli had written—
“I’ve already taken care of it. Did it thoroughly. Please rest assured.”