I stabbed the villain [Quick Transmigration]

"Ding, in this world, as long as the host finds the villain and makes him fall in love with you, he can complete the task and send you back to the real world."

"Attention, everything is based on your original experience, and you can't do superfluous things."

Jing Cun was still analyzing what the system meant, when he turned around, he saw a very familiar classroom.The head teacher at the podium is talking about their monthly exam results this time, to the effect that they are only a few points behind the second class, but fortunately they are still the top students in the first class.

There are familiar childish faces in the classroom, full of vigor in the morning, some people are listening carefully, some people are drowsy underneath, and some are whispering with their deskmates.

Jing Cun looked to the side, the seat next to him was empty again, and Song Zhichu hadn't come yet.

In the first year of high school, he and Song Zhichu were at the same table, Song Zhichu was taciturn, and the two of them hardly spoke for a whole year.In the second year of high school, the two seats were separated, and the relationship became even weaker. Then in the second semester of high school, Song Zhichu dropped out of school for unknown reasons. It is said that he went abroad, and Jing Cun never saw him again.

In the middle of the class, there was a figure outside the door, and a low report interrupted the head teacher's speech.

The class teacher glanced at the students outside the door, said nothing, and waved him in.

High school is in adolescence, and most students are very concerned about clothing and appearance, but Song Zhichu is obviously different from them.

He only wore school uniform at school, and Jing Cun only remembered that he was wearing a light blue coat all year round when he was outside.The jacket was still too short, and the cuffs were pulled up a lot. In winter, Song Zhichu's exposed wrists were red from the cold.

The lower body is a pair of brown jeans, like the style that was popular in the last century. It looks old and ugly. It will always be the two pairs of sneakers with the glue removed, and the uppers are so white.

When I was in high school, I had to eat at school at noon. Song Zhichu only ate the cheapest meals, or ate steamed buns in the classroom, and they were not in the same world at all.

Song Zhi was out of tune with them, so he became an outlier in the school.However, his grades are still very good, and he ranks first in his grade every time, with a score of more than 230. No one has ever surpassed him.

Such a person would either become a model in school, or become an object of bullying and ridicule. Obviously, Song Zhichu was the latter.

He was late again today, his school uniform was dirty in several places, and his face also had a few cuts. His expression looked dull, which made his skin look colder and paler, and his whole body exuded a gloomy temperament.

Song Zhichu walked up to his seat, staring at Jing Cun with his dark eyes, motioning for Jing Cun to make room for him.

Jing Cun moved his chair forward to let him in. He vaguely remembered that he asked Song Zhichu how he got the injury on his face, but Song Zhichu ignored him, and he put a band-aid on it when get out of class was over.

He is now very sure that Song Zhichu is the villain, but the problem is that if he doesn't help, and keeps indifferent to Song Zhichu as before, how could it be possible for Song Zhichu to like him?

The system said in his mind, "Ding, please remember not to do unnecessary things, the host is limited to greeting and handing band-aids this time, and can't do anything else."

Jing Cun sighed, wrote a note and handed it over when get out of class was about to end.

: What happened to the injury on the face?

Song Zhichu was taking notes, when the note fell on his desk, he paused slightly with his fingertips, turned his eyes to take a look, and continued to write his own, without opening it.

When get out of class was over, Song Zhichu took the note, put it in his pocket after reading it, and said softly, "It's okay."

The voice is very low, and the voice is cool and pleasant.

Jing Cun didn't ask any more questions, and took out two cartoon band-aids from his desk, and put them on his desk.

Song Zhichu thanked him, and quickly put the band-aid back into his pocket.

Jing Cun, "..."

He wants to ask, don't you use it now?The system reminded him in his ear again that he could not ask, so he had no choice but to lose his mind. When he looked back, he vaguely caught a glimpse of Song Zhichu's ear tips that seemed a little red.

When school was over, someone asked Jing Cun to come over to play ball, but Jing Cun declined, thinking of following Song Zhichu to see what was going on with him.

"Ding……"

Before the system could speak, Jing Cun interrupted him, "I just follow him and don't let him find out."

Song Zhichu packed things very slowly, as if his hands were deliberately slowing down. Jing Cun always had the illusion that he was waiting for him to leave.

So he packed his things, said hello to Song Zhichu, and went out. When he left the classroom door, he saw Song Zhichu quickly packed his things and got up from his seat.

The corner of Jing Cun's lips curled up, and he understood a little.

He followed the route he took home every day, and found that Song Zhichu had been following him not too far away. He didn't turn around until he got into the car and the car disappeared from sight. Then he turned and walked in the direction of his home.

Every day in his family, Xiao Chen's driver picks him up from school. Jing Cun asked Xiao Chen to stop at the intersection. He got out of the car and changed to follow Song Zhichu not too far or too close.

Song Zhichu's way home leads to the old city, the dim street lights flickering on and off, and slops and sundries piled up in the corridors, carrying the smell of rotten fruits and vegetables.

Jing Cun saw that he was almost home, and there seemed to be three or two people in the opposite alley looking in Song Zhichu's direction, waiting for an opportunity to stop him.

His expression moved slightly, his pace quickened, and he drew closer to Song Zhichu, watching Song Zhichu go upstairs the whole time.

When his back completely disappeared, the dim streetlights shone on the road, elongating his figure.Jing Cun swept into the alley and found that the boys who were about his age were looking at him with unkind eyes.

He walked over, and the boy in the alley also came out, and said, "Boy, are you here to meddle in that broom star's business?"

Jing Cun asked without answering, "Why do you bother him?"

"If he doesn't pay back the money he owes, if he doesn't ask him, who can he look for?"

"Why, you want to help him pay back the money?"

Jing Cun didn't believe that Song Zhichu would ask them to borrow money. He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform jacket and raised his eyebrows.

"I want to pay back, but not the money..."

It wasn't until he beat all three boys to the ground that the boys realized what he wanted in return.

Jing Cun grabbed the collar of one of the boys, and threatened every word with downcast eyes, "Let me find out that you bother him again, just try, and I will definitely return ten times."

The boy was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. At this moment, he lost all face and gave Jing Cun a vicious look, turning his face away and not speaking.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Jing Cun was not polite to them, he directly grabbed his collar and slammed it against the wall. With a "bang", blood came out from the boy's forehead, and he said in a low voice, "Got it."

Only then did he let go of his hand, threw the person on the ground casually, took the mobile phone and sent a message to driver Xiao Chen asking him to wait nearby for him to pass, and suddenly felt a strong wind behind him.

When he realized it, it was too late to hide, and the brick hit the back of his head. The boy had a fierce expression on his face, and Jing Cun felt viscous liquid flow out.

The first thing he thought was, this time it was him, if they treated Song Zhichu like this...

Twenty minutes later, Jing Cun was taken to the hospital by Xiao Chen. He had three stitches on his forehead and was wrapped in white gauze twice.

Xiao Chen babbled beside him, "Young master, why didn't you know to call me over? If the young master knew that you were fighting again, he would definitely beat you to death... I didn't know how to be careful when fighting, so I put a dipper on my head instead."

Jing Cun, "..."

Xiao Chen took him out of the hospital, and then went to the police station. He had sent him there just now, and now he asked Jing Cun to take a record.

Those three boys were gangsters from the No. [-] Middle School, and fighting was a habitual offender. Now that Jing Cun had opened the door, Xiao Chen obviously wouldn't let them go so easily.

The police are usually troubled by this kind of fighting. They are still underage, and they will not change after they are detained.

Xiao Chen went to negotiate with them in person. What they offended was not ordinary people, but the young master of Lanyuan Jing's family.This matter can be big or small, but no matter what, they must first understand how much trouble they have caused.

Jing Cun waited outside for more than half an hour. When the three boys came out, their faces were pale, and they came over to apologize to Jing Cun like a quail, timidly.

"Remember what I told you earlier?"

They said in unison, "Remember, remember, we won't look for brooms again... Song Zhichu's trouble."

Jing Cun casually tapped his finger on the table, "As long as he has something to do, I will blame you."

The faces of the three boys turned even paler, but they didn't say anything, so they had to agree.

Seeing that the system hadn't farted, Jing Cun guessed that as long as Song Zhichu didn't know what he was doing, it would be fine.

When he went to school the next day, with his head wrapped in gauze, he got a lot of attention on the way.

Most of the people who looked good in high school were easy to attract attention. He was not only good-looking, but also had a good family background, so many people knew him. Some girls even made a draft school list, and he has been on the list for three years.

Jing Cun wandered into the class unsteadily, and a few close classmates asked him a few words, but he casually brushed it off.

He bought custard buns and soy milk on the road today, two servings, he finished one and put the other in Song Zhichu's table.

The system chuckled in his mind, "You gave it away, but he doesn't know who it is, so he won't accept it."

Jing Cun, "Then I will give it to him directly?"

System 231, "Ding, you haven't sent it before, so you can't send it in person now."

Jing Cun snorted, stuffed the soy milk in, and borrowed homework from the front row to start making up homework.

Song Zhichu hurried into the classroom when class was about to start. He got to his seat, put his schoolbag in, and felt something warm in his hand.

He took out the custard bag and soy milk and looked around, but there was no note left and no one looked at him, so he was about to throw it into the trash can.

Jing Cun pressed his hand, "Don't throw it."

Song Zhichu, "?" He held Song Zhichu's cold white wrist, put the custard bun and soy milk on his table, and said, "Eat."

Song Zhichu was slightly taken aback, opened his mouth, and whispered, "I've had breakfast."

Jing Cun snorted, "Don't eat it in the future, come to school to eat."

"You can't throw away today, you have to eat."

Song Zhichu pursed his lips, and touched the blue and white school uniform with his fingertips.

"Student Jing, there is no such thing as you..."

Jing Cuncai didn't care so much, and said solemnly, "I didn't give it to you, but you can't throw it away, you have to finish it, and you can't disappoint the sender."

System 231, "..."

Song Zhichu glanced at the trash can, and there were custard bags someone had just finished eating and his soymilk box in it.