He transmigrated into the body of the school heartthrob's spoiled ex-girlfriend, and he insiste

The music of the waltz flowed through the air.

Melodious and soothing.

It was like a layer of luxurious velvet covering the restless auditorium.

In the center of the dance floor.

The lights were dazzling, and the skirts fluttered in the wind.

Wen Ning felt like a fish that had been thrown into a frying pan.

torment.

It was nothing but torment.

She put her hand on the shoulder of the strange boy.

My palms were covered in a layer of sweat.

It's not hers, it belongs to the other person.

The "laborer" she had casually grabbed was now as stiff as a board.

His hand rested lightly on Wen Ning's waist, barely touching the fabric.

My fingers were shaking.

"Classmate..."

The boy swallowed hard, his eyes darting around. "Should we... slow down a bit?"

Wen Ning wouldn't listen to a word.

She mechanically took steps, spinning in circles to the rhythm of the music.

one two three.

With each turn, my gaze would involuntarily sweep across a certain direction at the edge of the court.

He didn't leave.

Wen Ning felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly.

That corner.

In the shadows where the light doesn't reach.

Jiang Ci stood there.

He was holding a glass of champagne.

Long, slender fingers gripped the delicate stem of the cup, their knuckles gleaming with a cool, white hue.

He didn't drink it.

That glass of wine was like an ornament, or rather, a prop used to conceal his current emotions.

He just stood there quietly.

He stood tall and straight.

The black suit almost blended into the shadows behind him.

Only that face, in the flickering light and shadow, was frighteningly cold.

He was looking at her.

It wasn't the kind of casual scrutiny.

It was a gaze that was extremely penetrating, as if it wanted to nail her to the spot.

Across the noisy crowd.

Through the spinning dance steps.

Wen Ning could clearly feel the temperature of that gaze.

Scorching hot.

Icy.

Repressed.

It even carries a hint of undisguised aggression.

He watched as her hand rested on someone else's shoulder.

Watching her skirt brush against someone else's leg.

Watching her spin under the lights, smiling at others (though it was a fake smile).

With each glance, Wen Ning felt a chill run down her spine.

Rumors are on the back.

This was the first time Wen Ning had a personal experience with this idiom.

"Um... it seems like School Heartthrob Jiang has been looking this way the whole time."

The dance partner's voice was trembling, and it sounded like she was crying.

"Hey, did you two have a fight? Don't use me as a scapegoat."

Wen Ning bit her lower lip.

She didn't dare to turn around.

I could only bite the bullet and say, "No. You've mistaken me for someone else."

Wen Ning felt bitter inside.

She knew all along.

Jiang Ci must be furious right now.

She was rejected in public, and then she turned around and went to find someone else.

Given his pride, the fact that he hasn't rushed up and overturned the table is already a sign of excellent manners.

However, she dared not stop until the system issued a notification that the task was completed.

You can only jump.

Jumping mechanically.

……

The music reached its climax.

The pace has quickened.

The range of rotation increases.

Wen Ning was already distracted.

Coupled with the oppressive feeling of being stared at intently, her steps began to falter.

"Ouch!"

Her dance partner let out a suppressed cry of pain.

Wen Ning's seven-centimeter stiletto heels landed firmly on his feet.

Show no mercy.

"sorry!"

Wen Ning apologized hastily and tried to adjust her dance steps.

But the more you rush, the more mistakes you make.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Their rhythm was completely disrupted.

"hiss--"

Another kick.

This time, the impact was even greater.

Her dance partner finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Um... classmate."

The boy stopped what he was doing, holding his swollen foot, looking pained.

"How about we just forget about it?"

"I really can't dance...and..."

He secretly glanced towards the corner.

There, Jiang Ci tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The action was somewhat brutal.

He then placed the empty cup heavily on the table next to him.

The sound of glass colliding was barely audible amidst the loud music, yet it sent a chill down the boy's spine.

"It looks like the school heartthrob Jiang is coming..."

The boy released his hand from Wen Ning's waist, took a step back, and drew a clear line between them.

"I have something to do, um... I haven't finished my homework, I have to go!"

Done.

Without waiting for Wen Ning's response.

The unfortunate engineering student limped into the crowd and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Ning was left standing in the middle of the dance floor.

She stood out conspicuously amidst the swirling crowd around her.

The music is still playing.

But her dance partner ran away.

awkward.

A wave of immense embarrassment washed over me.

Various gazes were cast upon them.

Some watched the spectacle, some laughed, and some sympathized.

"See? I told you she did it on purpose."

"You angered Jiang Shen, but you didn't get any credit for it yourself."

"Serves him right, you're such a drama queen."

These hushed whispers drifted into my ears.

Wen Ning stood under the light.

The color drained from her face little by little.

She turned her head instinctively.

Look towards that corner.

empty.

There was no one there.

Only the empty champagne glass stood forlornly on the table.

Jiang Ci has disappeared.

Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat.

gone?

Did they get angry and leave?

still is……

A nameless panic welled up inside me.

She suddenly felt that the air here was so thin it was suffocating.

Those lights were too bright.

The music was too loud.

Those gazes were too piercing.

She couldn't stay any longer.

"sorry……"

She murmured something under her breath, seemingly to no one in particular.

next second.

Wen Ning lifted the intricate hem of her skirt.

They didn't care about manners or a haughty persona.

She turned around and pushed aside the crowd blocking her way.

They ran towards the side gate.

"Huh? Why did Wen Ning run away?"

"Maybe they were too ashamed to stay."

I heard whispers behind me.

Wen Ning turned a deaf ear.

All she wanted to do was escape.

Escape this suffocating hellish scene.

Escape the scrutinizing gaze from the shadows.

……

Outside the side gate.

It is a retro-style long corridor.

This area connects the main auditorium and the backstage lounge.

The light was dim.

Only the wall lamp emitted a soft, warm yellow glow.

The noise from the distant auditorium was blocked by the heavy wooden doors, leaving only faint muffled sounds.

The air suddenly became quiet.

It carried the unique coolness of the night.

Wen Ning ran all the way to the depths of the corridor.

Continue until you are sure there is no one around.

She stopped and leaned against the cold marble wall.

"Huff... huff..."

She was panting heavily.

His chest heaved violently.

My heels are chafing painfully from wearing high heels.

My ankle is aching slightly from running too fast.

But none of that could compare to the panic in my heart.

She messed up.

It's a complete disaster.

Not only did she embarrass Jiang Ci in public, she also made herself a laughing stock of the entire school.

Jiang Ci must hate her to death now.

They might be drafting a breakup agreement.

Or worse, they might just block and delete her.

Wen Ning closed her eyes.

My eyes feel a little hot.

She just wanted to live, why was that so difficult?

"system……"

She called out to herself.

no response.

That damn system just played dead after issuing the task, completely ignoring her life or death.

Wen Ning sighed.

She raised her hand, wanting to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

Just then.

"clatter."

A soft sound.

That was the sound of leather shoes stepping on a marble floor.

crisp.

Calm and composed.

In this deathly silent corridor, it stood out remarkably clearly.

Wen Ning's hand froze in mid-air.

She held her breath instantly.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

The sound was getting closer.

Not in a hurry, not slowly.

Every step felt like stepping on her heart.

Wen Ning suddenly opened his eyes.

Turn your head.

At the end of the corridor.

Backlit.

A tall and slender figure was slowly walking towards them.

The black suit blended into the night.

The figure's outline was so familiar that it made her heart tremble.

He walked steadily, without running or rushing.

Like a patient hunter, gradually closing in on the prey that has already fallen into the trap.

It's him.

Jiang Ci.

Wen Ning's pupils suddenly contracted.

The instinctive reaction was to run.

She turned around, intending to escape to the other end of the corridor.

But my legs felt like they were filled with lead.

It feels soft.

I can't even take a step.

Moreover, it's too late.

The footsteps suddenly quickened.

It carried with it an irrepressible, sharp force.

Wen Ning had just turned around, but hadn't taken a single step yet.

A familiar, cool scent, carrying a faint hint of alcohol and mint, instantly enveloped her.

Followed by.

One hand.

A hand with distinct joints, long and strong.

With a "snap".

He slammed heavily against the wall beside her ear.

An arm lay across the ground.

It formed an unbreakable cage.

He trapped her tightly between the wall and that burning hot chest.

Wen Ning's back was pressed tightly against the cold wall.

There was no way to retreat.

She was forced to tilt her head back.

They met a pair of eyes that were inches away from each other.

In those eyes.

Gone was his usual aloofness, and gone was the expressionless face he had just worn by the dance floor.

All that remained was surging ink.

There was also a hint of undisguised, suppressed anger.

The two were very close.

She was so close that she could feel his slightly rapid breathing spraying onto her forehead.

It carried a scorching heat.

Jiang Ci looked down at her.

His gaze slid from her panicked eyes to her flushed cheeks from running, and finally settled on her slightly parted, panting red lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Why are you running?"

He spoke.

His voice was incredibly low and hoarse.

It felt like having grit in your mouth, grinding against your ears until they hurt.

His tone carried a hint of dangerous questioning.

"Feeling guilty?"

He closed the gap by one point.

The tip of his nose almost touched hers.

His eyes behind the glasses were fixed on her, giving her no chance to escape.