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

88: Chapter 88 The Fat Man’s Behavioral PatternsFatty paused, grinned, and patted Su Bai’s arm. ”Wasn’t today just perfect? He walked right into your line of fire, Brother Su. It was only natural for me to deliver justice on behalf of heaven!”

”Ji Bochang?” Su Bai repeated the name, mulling it over. Ji Bochang, Ji Bochang... more like ’Life-Not-Long.’

He shook his head inwardly. With that kind of temperament and conduct, it was lucky he ran into a Villain like himself; at most, he’d just get a kick from Fatty and that would be the end of it.

If this were in one of those Long Aotian Protagonist scripts, given how clingy he was with the female protagonist Lin Wan, he’d probably have been targeted by the Protagonist long ago. At best, he’d end up with a bloody head and a total loss of face; at worst, his family would be ruined, his legs broken, and he’d be stuffed into a flowerpot as fertilizer.

Thinking about it this way, he was practically merciful.

”So why did you dare to make a move today?” Su Bai asked casually as Fatty guided him forward by the shoulder.

With Fatty’s family background, it was normal to butt heads with someone like Ji Bochang, but to directly deliver a kick seemed to require a specific pretext.

”Because you’re back!”

Fatty gave a mischievous laugh and shook Su Bai’s shoulder vigorously, looking smug as if he had powerful backing.

”Who does Ji Bochang think he is? Daring to bare his teeth at you? Isn’t that just a pure brain fart, seeking his own death! I’m just educating him in place of his parents, teaching him that there’s always someone better and a higher heaven!” He spoke with great animation.

Compared to the Su Family, the foundation of Ji Bochang’s family was small-time and couldn’t even be brought to the table.

If Ji Bochang had any sense at all and bothered to look into what the name Su Bai represented, he would never have dared to speak with that attitude just now.

By making a move today, Fatty was standing on the moral high ground!

”Fine,” Su Bai listened to Fatty’s twisted logic and didn’t refute it, merely nodding lazily.

”I’ll help you settle the aftermath later so his family doesn’t come looking for trouble.” To him, it was indeed just a matter of a single sentence, and he wouldn’t even need to say it personally.

However, a faint sense of oddity still crossed Su Bai’s mind.

It was only the first day back in the country, and he had just stepped onto campus—did trouble really have to come knocking on its own?

And it was this classic type: a cannon fodder character who fails to pursue the female protagonist and ends up resenting the male protagonist.

Fatty’s behavioral pattern perfectly fit the template of the loyal lackey who follows a Villain in a power-fantasy novel, cheering them on and handling the provocations and dirty work.

This gave him a faint feeling—some plot that had been shelved for several years seemed to be slowly turning its gears again now that he had returned.

Over the past few years, he hadn’t found anyone around him who fit the characteristics of a child of destiny Protagonist as he knew them. The only time he thought he’d found one, it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Now he was a sophomore, and Lin Wan was also a sophomore. If a Protagonist were really going to appear, the campus era was undoubtedly the most likely breeding ground.

If there was still no movement after this... then perhaps the Protagonist’s debut was really delayed until after entering society?

If that were the case, he could still live comfortably and wildly for quite a few more years.

While his thoughts drifted, they had nearly reached the entrance of the cafeteria.

Su Bai glanced at Lin Wan, who was walking quietly beside him, and nudged her shoulder gently, his tone playful: ”That guy just now was sticking to you pretty tight. He’s got his eyes on you?”

”He’s just an idiot.” Lin Wan looked straight ahead, her voice not loud, but her pronunciation was crisp and clear.

”Pfft—!” Fatty, standing nearby, couldn’t help himself and nearly choked on his own spit. Zhou Feng also whipped his head around, looking at Lin Wan as if he’d seen a ghost.

In their memory, this ice-mountain class monitor from high school—and now the goddess of A University—always spoke with calm restraint and precise wording. When had they ever heard such a... blunt and crude evaluation from her mouth?

Even Su Bai was stunned for a moment before laughing. He intentionally put on a serious face and said in a mock-authoritative tone, ”You’re a woman, yet your mouth is full of foul language. Where is the decorum?”

Coming from him in that lazy drawl, the sarcastic effect was maximized.

”Didn’t you teach me that?” Lin Wan finally turned her head and shot Su Bai a quick glare, though the tips of her ears seemed faintly red. Clearly, she also felt that her previous remark lacked her usual composure.

But thinking about Ji Bochang’s persistent harassment lately, which was like a piece of gum you couldn’t shake off, her irritation had overridden her reserve.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about being direct and saying she had a fiancé, specifically Su Bai of the Su Family.

But with Ji Bochang’s thick skin and self-importance, he probably wouldn’t give up easily even if he knew. He might even think he had a better chance because of Su Bai’s indifferent attitude.

So, it was better not to say anything.

She had just been holding this breath in, unable to find the right opportunity or way to vent.

Now it was fine; Su Bai was back.

With Ji Bochang’s meager capabilities and personality, his attention would soon be drawn to Su Bai.

And Su Bai... he might be too lazy to actively seek out trouble, but resolving a problem that ran into him shouldn’t be difficult.

Lin Wan lowered her eyelashes. The slight discomfort from cursing in public was quickly replaced by a sense of relief that the problem was about to be solved.

Night.

The dormitory was filled with a scent that mixed men’s cologne with some strong chemical agent.

Fatty was standing before the half-length mirror on the back of the door, fussing over his hair as if facing a great enemy. The can of strong-hold hairspray in his hand hissed, and a thick white mist covered his carefully combed hairstyle, ensuring every strand held its ground.

Su Bai, slumped in a chair on the side scrolling through his phone, frowned at the pungent smell. He waved his hand in front of his nose in distaste. ”Alright, alright, that’s enough. The smell of your hairspray is stronger than that ’lady-killer’ perfume of yours. Don’t go knocking the girls unconscious with the fumes later.”

”What do you know? This is called ’layering’! Hairspray for the shape, perfume for the heart. A two-pronged attack, invincible!”

Fatty didn’t even turn his head, giving the few deliberately dyed strands on his forehead a final flick in the mirror, feeling quite good about himself.

Then, he mysteriously pulled out his phone, swiped a few times, and brought up a photo of a girl—clearly heavily filtered and beautified. He shoved it in front of Su Bai’s eyes and lowered his voice, as if staking a claim: ”Look! This is my primary target for tonight! Pretty, right? Let’s get this straight, Brother Su—you can’t steal this one from me. I’ve had my eye on her for a long time.”

Su Bai lifted his eyelids and glanced at the girl on the screen. She had a sweet smile, exquisite makeup, and curves that were particularly prominent under specific angles and lighting. He looked back at Fatty’s determined expression and nodded, his tone flat: ”Yeah, I can see that. She fits your... usual aesthetic perfectly.”

”Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Fatty didn’t catch the subtext, or perhaps he did and just didn’t care.

Su Bai stood up, patted Fatty’s thick shoulder, and let his gaze sweep over the phone screen once more, uttering two words with deep meaning: ”Very big.”