[Mission Objective: Song Xijun]

【Affection Value: 0】

When Ruan Qing'an regained consciousness, she was standing under the dim streetlights, a woman's cigarette glowing faintly between her slender fingers. This was the path behind the west gate of F University.

The wall was low, and many people climbed over it to get out. Clearly, the original owner also planned to leave after smoking this cigarette.

Just then, the sound of climbing over the wall came from not far away, and a few carefree boys climbed back from outside the school.

"Hey, Ruan Qingan, good evening."

Good evening, you guys didn't go out to an internet cafe?

Ruan Qingan slowly exhaled smoke rings, her leaden eyes obscured by the smoke, as if shrouded in the hazy morning mist of the mountains. Standing in the dim light, she was as beautiful as a painting.

The boy scratched his head: "I was just about to go, but I still have some things to take care of, so I have to come back first."

"Then you can go."

"Sister Ruan, remember to have fun."

Ruan Qingan nodded slightly and made way for them.

Just as the boys were about to leave the alley, 037 hurriedly shouted: "[Ancestor, you must stop them! In the original story, they're the thugs who beat up the male lead and made him take the blame!]"

They sneaked out of school to fight, using the male lead as a cover, and then pinned all the blame on him, making him suffer punishment unjustly—a fact known throughout the school!

Ruan Qing'an, who hadn't even had a chance to read the original text yet: ...

Her hand holding the cigarette paused, her vibrant lips slowly curving into a smile, her voice laced with laughter, yet sounding as if she had crawled out of hell: "Wait, little system, who am I this time?"

[Um, the original owner was a delinquent girl who tricked the male lead into leaving before the competition so that he could participate in an international event, resulting in him being severely beaten and hospitalized, almost ruining his life...]

"You won't even let me be a good person once, huh?"

037 listened to Ruan Qingan's "friendly" laughter and didn't dare to speak.

In the original story, the male protagonist, Song Xijun, is an orphan who lost both his parents. He grew up with the help of the original owner's parents, but his life was not good and he lived a very miserable life.

Although the original owner's parents sponsored Song Xijun's schooling, they kept him firmly under their control, changed his college application, and even made Song Xijun, with a score of nearly 700, accompany the original owner to a second-tier university.

Although Song Xijun was the original owner's childhood sweetheart, he was also jokingly called her "childhood sweetheart" in junior and senior high school. Even so, the original owner always treated him coldly, and almost ruined Song Xijun in the end.

As expected, Song Xijun is now secretly gathering strength to break free from control. After the original owner made him miss the international competition and lose the opportunity to change his fate, he will be completely heartbroken.

In short, Nguyen Thanh An will soon be stabbed again.

She said, smoking a cigarette, "Thank you, system, really."

037: [I think we can still salvage this situation, for example—ancestor, hurry and help! The male lead is going to be beaten half to death!!!]

...

Night had fallen when a tall boy emerged from the library. He was dressed casually in a white shirt and jeans, his head bowed, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked gloomy and unappealing.

It was getting late, and there were hardly any people around the library. He was just about to head back to his dorm when—

"Hey, you're that Song Xijun from our class, right?"

"Hey you, stop right there! Who said you could leave?"

Song Xijun paused, turned around, his dark eyes hidden beneath his slightly long hair. The boy who had spoken looked at him with a sense of disgust at his lifeless appearance.

He still remembered Song Xijun, whose grades were exceptionally good in class, winning various competitions and awards, but whose personality was quite unlikable.

The boy stepped forward, wanting to put his arm around Song Xijun's shoulder, but found that there was a significant height difference between them, and he had to stand on tiptoe to reach her. His face immediately darkened.

Song Xijun glanced at him, then lowered her head: "Is there something you need?"

He had barely finished speaking when someone next to him kicked him in the knee. At that moment, the boy who had come over first grabbed his neck and pressed Song Xijun down, his smile malicious.

"What are you doing standing here like a block of wood? If I said you weren't smart, you'd be a good student. If I said you were smart, you'd act like an idiot, right?"

"...Is there something you need?"

Hearing his words, the boy dragged Song Xijun to a corner, let go of her hand, and several people surrounded her. The tall Song Xijun stood in the middle, silently watching them.

The person said, "We're going off-campus later to have a good talk with that ignorant kid from before. But someone from the school is coming to check tonight, so you'll have to figure out a way to get past them."

If you can't do it—

The boy paused, looking at Song Xijun with ill intent: "That guy from outside school is just being unreasonable. We're just giving him a lesson. But next time, it won't be him ending up in the hospital, you know?"

After he finished speaking, the others around him burst into laughter.

Song Xijun kept his head down, his slightly long hair obscuring his face, making it impossible to see his expression, but he still just held the book: "You should find someone else, this kind of thing will be punished."

The boy's laughter stopped abruptly. He stepped forward, his face grim: "You actually dare to refuse? Song Xijun, then forget about punishment, I'll make sure you leave here straddling a chair, believe it or not!"

Song Xijun didn't speak, and this silence completely enraged them. The boy grabbed his hair and slammed his head against a lamppost.

The boy's strength didn't lessen at all. His face hardened as he looked at the bruise on Song Xijun's forehead and kicked him to the ground!

As Song Xijun fell to the ground, even his plain black-rimmed glasses fell to the ground, and laughter continued to surround him.

The boy who started it stepped forward and threw a punch: "If I don't beat you up, you won't know who you shouldn't mess with—"

The next moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and held it firmly, making him unable to move for a moment.

The boy was stunned. He saw the eyes hidden behind the glasses. Besides the gloom, there was only intense aggression. There was no trace of an honest person. This was not Song Xijun at all!

Before the boy could react, he was already thrown aside. This sudden turn of events stunned the people who had gathered around. They instinctively took a step back and stared intently at the person who had stood up.

Song Xijun is very tall, but he usually keeps his head down, and his unremarkable appearance makes everyone overlook his good body proportions.

"Friendly reminder: the surveillance cameras won't be able to capture this."

Song Xijun's voice was hoarse, yet filled with intense hostility.

He stood up, slightly flexing his wrist from the previous action, and with his other hand removed his glasses, casually lifting his overly long hair that he used to conceal his face.

Song Xijun's face is angular and wild, with an excessively aggressive nature. He usually tries to hide himself, but now he is like a wild beast that has broken free of its chains.

As night fell, an inexplicable sense of crisis crept into their hearts, and the previously arrogant group unconsciously retreated, their bodies trembling.

When Ruan Qingan rushed to the library under 037's urging, he saw Song Xijun squatting by the roadside, picking up books from the ground, with a large bruise on her forehead.

Ruan Qing'an paused, frowning. "Little system, is this what you call... being beaten half to death?"

No, this shouldn't be happening...

"If I had come any later, would this injury have healed completely?"

037 was also a little stunned; this was different from the original text!

But at this moment, Song Xijun had already stood up, holding a book in his hand, still wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking down, with a gloomy and honest appearance.

The two people gazed at each other from a distance of several meters, the distance between them seemingly as vast as an insurmountable chasm. Song Xijun's gaze, through her hair, fell upon Ruan Qing'an.

Finally, a smile slowly crept onto his lips. We meet again, my childhood sweetheart who pushed her into the abyss for the sake of a man.

Just as Ruan Qing'an's skin concealed another soul, Song Xijun never imagined that he could stand here again, returning to the past—the so-called "rebirth."

[Dimensional fluctuations; values ​​are being rechecked.]

【Affection Level: -10】

His intense hatred was well hidden; he was like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, wanting to shatter her to pieces.

Almost instantly, Ruan Qing'an's heart sank to the bottom. Just how much did Song Xijun hate the original owner of this body...?