Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

53: Chapter 53 What Am I Still?This timing feels a bit off.

Xiao Fan then continued his suggestion, seemingly with a hint of intimacy: ”I also rent a place nearby. Could you give me your contact information? We could go to school together tomorrow morning and catch up on what’s happened over the years on the way.”

”This...” Mu Xue immediately looked troubled. She subconsciously glanced at Su Bai beside her, her eyes asking for his input. Seeing no reaction from Su Bai, she then said, ”No, thank you. I have something else to do tomorrow morning... the timing might not work out.”

Her refusal, though tactful, was firm.

This natural sense of distance, leaning towards Su Bai, made Xiao Fan’s eyes darken. The fervent emotion in his heart, initially ignited by their reunion, felt as if a small basin of ice water had been splashed on it.

This boyfriend named Su Bai, and Mu Xue’s attitude towards him, had become huge obstacles in the path of his pre-conceived reunion script.

This feeling... it was completely wrong!

Xiao Fan stood rooted, watching Mu Xue’s hurried retreating figure, his chest feeling like it was stuffed with wet cotton.

According to his imagined script, a reunion after years of no contact, even if not a tearful embrace, should at least involve a mix of surprise and joy, and the familiarity of reminiscing about the past.

Mu Xue was like a younger sister he had watched grow up. As a child, she always followed him like a little shadow; that dependence and closeness couldn’t have been faked.

But just now, apart from the initial surprise, her reaction was merely polite indifference, and even... a hint of avoidance, eager to end the conversation?

This obvious distance made the burning anticipation in Xiao Fan’s heart suddenly cool down, replaced by a feeling of being offended.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon the source of all this change—Su Bai.

”Well, I’m going home now,” Mu Xue added as a final remark, almost jogging as she disappeared into the depths of the alley, without even a backward glance.

Xiao Fan’s face completely darkened. He turned to Su Bai, who hadn’t left yet, took a step forward, and in a low voice with a warning tone, said, ”My sister Mu Xue is very innocent and pure-hearted. I don’t care who you are or what your background is, but you’d better not think about deceiving her or playing with her feelings.”

”None of your business.” Su Bai didn’t even bother to lift an eyelid, simply dropped these four words, turned, pulled open the car door, and sat in decisively, slamming the door shut.

This guy is probably the Protagonist, no doubt about it!

As the car drove away, Su Bai rubbed his temples, a strong urge to complain almost bursting from his chest.

Just Xiao Fan’s classic, cliché line about ’she’s innocent, don’t you dare deceive her,’ and that self-righteous expression as if he were doing what was best for her, practically screamed ’low-IQ novel Protagonist identifier’ on his face!

With such a bizarre thought process and confidence, Su Bai felt as if he was seeing those stereotypical characters from trashy web novels come to life.

With this level of emotional intelligence and judgment, if he were in reality, he might actually be easily swindled by online scams.

It’s just, I wonder if this guy is a Dragon King Returns type, a Divine Doctor Descends from the Mountain type, or a Soldier King Retires type?

Su Bai maliciously speculated.

His past decade or so of slacking off as a rich second-generation heir had been too comfortable, so much so that he often forgot that he was, after all, in a novel world, and in a novel world, there would always be one or more chosen Protagonists.

Their appearance often meant the end of a peaceful life, especially for someone like him, who was set up as the Villain.

It seems my good days are coming to an end?

Su Bai thought idly, even starting to consider which road had the most reliably fast trucks.

Deal with the Protagonist?

Too much trouble, requiring both wit and courage, and having to guard against the Protagonist’s halo and various accidents.

In comparison, solving this problem at its source—himself—sounded incredibly efficient and environmentally friendly.

However, just as this negative thought arose, Mu Xue’s face unseasonably appeared in his mind—not her usual docile or ingratiating expression, but the glance she stole at him tonight when she introduced him as her boyfriend, a look tinged with a hint of nervousness and secret delight.

Night, Su Family mansion, on a soft and comfortable bed.

Su Bai was uncharacteristically sleepless.

This was the first time he had tossed and turned in bed since transmigrating.

The scene at the alley entrance replayed repeatedly in his mind: Xiao Fan’s scrutinizing gaze, Mu Xue’s subconscious avoidance.

That person is the legitimate Protagonist, destined by fate, blessed with good fortune, a man fated to stand at the pinnacle of the world.

And himself?

Su Bai lay awake in the dark, beginning to ruthlessly dissect himself: merely a transmigrator, a rich second-generation heir with a Villainous setup.

He was just a bit handsomer than others, a bit taller, from a family rich enough to rival a nation with infinitely doting parents, and besides that, he was bound to a system that gave him an [Immortal Kidney Body] gift package...

What else do I have, what am I even?

Such a worry.

Su Bai finally drifted off to sleep in the early morning, feeling groggy.

For two consecutive days, Su Bai did not attend class.

Classroom.

Transfer student Xiao Fan stood by the podium. After a brief introduction by Class Teacher Hu, she hastily left, leaving a classroom full of curious gazes.

Class Teacher Hu’s words, ”Go find a seat in the back,” still lingered in the air. Xiao Fan politely said ”Thank you, Teacher” to her retreating back, then his gaze quickly scanned the entire class like radar.

Almost instantly, he noticed the seat by the window—a cool and beautiful girl sitting alone, with the seat beside her empty.

He walked over briskly, stopped by the aisle, and with what he believed was a sunny and perfectly approachable smile, leaned slightly towards The girl and said, ”Hello, classmate. My name is Xiao Fan. May I sit in this empty seat?”

He deliberately softened his voice; this was one of his tried-and-true ’first impression kill’ tactics he used abroad.

Lin Wan was distractedly twirling her pen, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the classroom door. Hearing him, she didn’t even lift her head, merely gave him a cold glance and uttered three words: ”It’s taken.”

Taken?

Xiao Fan’s smile froze at the corners of his mouth.

An empty desk, not even a book on it. How could it look taken?

Why didn’t Su Bai come today?

Lin Wan’s thoughts were not on this sudden transfer student at all.

Usually, even if that guy skipped class, he would notify Zhou Feng and his other close friends in advance, but today there was no word at all.

This deviation from the usual routine made her feel inexplicably annoyed.

”Dude, did you hear? Someone’s sitting here.” Zhou Feng, sitting behind Lin Wan, looked up, still chewing on half a piece of bread. His tone wasn’t particularly polite, but not malicious either, simply stating a fact, ”Look further back, there are plenty of empty seats.”

A trace of embarrassment and annoyance flashed across Xiao Fan’s face, but he quickly suppressed it. He nodded to both Zhou Feng and Lin Wan, maintaining his composure: ”My apologies for disturbing you.”