Quick Travel: Reverse Redemption - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Whether Xie Wang was a yandere remained to be seen, but one thing was certain: there was definitely something wrong with him.

I had humiliated him twice, yet when we saw each other again the next day, he was so calm it was as if nothing had happened.

He handed me the college entrance exam preference survey, his voice gentle.

“Just turn it in to me before school ends.”

I propped my feet up on the desk without even lifting my head, every inch the schoolgirl tyrant.

“Get lost. Stop being an eyesore.”

This time, Xie Wang didn’t leave.

He stood where he was and sighed.

“Classmate, did I do something wrong and offend you somehow?”

I paused in the middle of filing my nails and looked up at him as he put on his little act.

“If I offended you unintentionally, I’m very sorry. I hope you can give me a chance to make it up to you.”

Xie Wang’s expression was sincere, his tone earnest. Unfortunately for him, I remembered all too clearly that he was rotten to the core.

I sat up, reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and leaned in close to his ear.

“Your very existence offends me.”

While he was stunned, I shoved him hard.

Xie Wang lost his balance and crashed into the desks and chairs behind him. A chair scraped across the floor with an ear-piercing screech.

He staggered, then fell to the ground in a sorry heap.

It was break time. The noisy classroom fell instantly silent.

The next second, every student sitting at their desk shot to their feet and surged forward, shielding Xie Wang behind them.

Someone pointed at my nose and demanded sharply, “What are you doing?”

“Are you trying to bully someone on campus? We won’t just stand by and watch!”

…

Half the class was helping Xie Wang up and fussing over him, while the other half condemned me without mercy.

I had known Xie Wang was popular, but wasn’t this a little too much?!

I looked toward Xie Wang, who was surrounded by the crowd, and unexpectedly caught a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

But it was quickly covered by his warm smile.

He straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, looked at me, and explained to everyone, “It has nothing to do with her. I just lost my footing.”

What a massive hidden black-hearted white lotus!

I was still sighing over it when the System suddenly prompted, “Villain Darkening Value -10.”

Huh?

So the villain was a masochist?
“Host, this is way too bizarre. What’s going on with the villain?”

Even the System was baffled.

I looked at Xie Wang, who had returned to his seat and was gently soothing the other students, and fell into thought.

That noon, Xie Wang didn’t eat lunch in the classroom.

There was a private room in the faculty cafeteria, and it had become his exclusive dining room.

The students in class all watched me like hawks, afraid I would go cause trouble for Xie Wang.

By the time school ended, before I could even put anything into action, the vice class monitor blocked me at my seat first.

“Classmate, let’s talk.”

He was clearly not here with good intentions.

I slowly swept my gaze across the classroom.

The entire class had stood up, but no one left.

Openly or covertly, they all stared at me, looking on coldly from the sidelines.

Only Xie Wang finished packing his schoolbag, glanced at me expressionlessly, then turned and left the classroom.

“Talk about what?”

I propped my chin on one hand and calmly looked up at the vice class monitor.

“Ah Wang may be protecting you, but we can all see that you’ve been unfriendly toward him.”

In the book, the vice class monitor had been Xie Wang’s loyal follower.

He and Xie Wang studied abroad at the same university. After returning to the country, he joined Xie Wang at Xie Group, and out of this whole group of high school classmates, he was the one who died the most miserable death later on.

“Class One has always been united and caring. We don’t want campus bullying to exist in our class, especially not when it’s aimed at Ah Wang.”

The vice class monitor’s face was stern, his voice tinged with chill.

“Since you could transfer here from the Imperial Capital, transferring to another school shouldn’t be a problem either.”

As soon as he said that, the expressions of the other students in the classroom turned cold. The pressure in the way they looked at me was suffocating.

In the silence, the atmosphere was oppressive.

I smiled. “What if I don’t transfer?”

The vice class monitor emphasized every word. “Then the principal will step in. When that happens, it won’t be up to you anymore.”

I froze for a moment, then stood up, putting on an act of being fierce on the outside but weak within. “Who asked you all to meddle?!”

I stormed out of the classroom. Once I was somewhere they couldn’t see, my eyes flashed.

There was something strange about this class.