Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Browsing Ji Chaoxi's photos for approval has become a habit for Zhou Chiye.

I refresh my brush after racing, after swimming, after playing basketball, and again before bed.

He found it particularly interesting.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, drank the water in his water bottle, and sat down on a chair to rest.

Open the brush!

The man with single eyelids sat panting beside him, and when he caught a glimpse of Zhou Chiye's actions out of the corner of his eye, he almost spat out his water.

"Hey bro, you're spamming again."

Zhou Chiye responded, "It's quite interesting."

The single-eyelid girl asked casually, "Hey, you don't actually like Ji Chaoxi, do you? You keep posting her pictures."

"How is this possible?!" Zhou Chiye jumped up as if he had been stepped on.

"What filthy things are you thinking about? Just because you look at her photos doesn't mean you like her?"

Zhou Chiye's mind raced with images of Ji Chaoxi: her aggrieved look, her bright eyes, her downcast head, and the various tones of her voice. Countless memories flooded his mind at that moment.

His movements were so exaggerated that he knocked over a sports bag on the bench. He was now extremely panicked, feeling his heart pounding wildly in his ribs.

The next second, Zhou Chiye turned around and started running on the playground, running very fast, his clothes swaying back and forth.

The single-eyelid stared dumbfounded at Zhou Chiye's retreating figure.

No way, he just exploded out like that?

"What's going on? Is Ye Ge practicing sprinting? He's been sprinting the whole time?" A boy sat down next to him, panting.

The single-eyelid man silently shook his head.

Days passed by one by one.

Ji Chaoxi suddenly felt that things had become much quieter recently, and she suddenly realized what was going on.

Zhou Chiye hasn't asked her for the report photo for several days!

When she opened the chat history, sure enough, Zhou Chiye hadn't asked her for the registration photo for a whole week.

Ji Chaoxi was startled and immediately took a picture of herself doing her homework and sent it over.

[Hey bro, I'm doing my homework [muscles] [muscles]]

Zhou Chiye, who was lying at home, immediately sat up when he heard his phone ring.

He opened his phone and saw the familiar chat window. After a moment of silence, he decided he didn't want to look at her homework. He silently zoomed in on the hand holding the pen in the photo.

She was writing something on the paper with a pen in her hand, her fingertips turning a very light pink from the pressure.

Zhou Chiye stared at the fingertips in the photo for a long time. He didn't want to look anymore, but his hand skillfully saved the photo.

He didn't reply to Ji Chaoxi, but transferred the money to her directly.

She replied quickly: 【Brother Ye, no compliments this time? [Poor thing] [Poor thing]】

Zhou Chiye choked, his face flushed as he stared at the screen. Who said he was just imagining things? She was clearly just being coquettish.

She gets upset if he doesn't praise her even once.

Why is she so delicate...?

But he doesn't like spoiled people, and he doesn't like to coax people.

He lowered his eyes and typed: "[Your handwriting is very beautiful.]"

[Hey Ye, when are you going back to school?]

Zhou Chiye coughed lightly and didn't reply.

See? That's what a spoiled brat is like. She keeps nagging him even when he hasn't been back to school for a few days. It's really troublesome.

but……

But she's with him. If he likes her, wouldn't that be bullying her?

Zhou Chiye was extremely annoyed. He really wanted to poke her a few times. He was feeling happy one moment and upset the next.

Zhou Chiye went straight to the racetrack.

He needs to vent!

He is actually a very self-disciplined person. He is used to planning out what to do at what time in a very clear way.

But he can't care about that now...

The roar on the track was almost deafening, but my breathing under the helmet was very steady.

Zhou Chiye skillfully shifted gears, each shift sending his adrenaline soaring. The burnt smell constantly filled his nostrils, a stimulating sensation that made him extremely excited.

His fingers gripped the paddle shifters tightly. Suddenly, the dashboard in front of him overlapped with the fair hand in his memory. He remembered how he had held her hand when the car went out of control.

The roar of racing cars continued, and Zhou Chiye suddenly had the feeling of fastening Ji Chaoxi's seatbelt again. In fact, he was very nervous at the time. The space was very narrow, and he had tried his best to stay away from her, but he was still very close to her.

She sank into the seat, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity. Her face was flushed from the sun, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose.

When he got close to her, he could even smell her faint fragrance...

"Tsk."

Zhou Chiye suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. In that moment of hesitation, the balance of the race car was instantly broken, and the heavy rear of the car swung outwards.

boom--

The immense inertia flung Zhou Chiye to one side, and the airbags deployed instantly.

In the instant he closed his eyes, only one thought occupied Zhou Chiye's mind.

Where does he put his pride?!

A slight chill filled the air, and fallen leaves drifted a few steps away in the wind. The dog in the yard glanced at the people who had arrived, wagged its tail, and then closed its eyes again.

"The child is asleep." Father Ji stood awkwardly at the door.

The woman took the milk from his hand and rolled her eyes at him: "You always bring things when you come. They're not that precious."

Father Ji clicked his tongue in disapproval: "The child is growing, so he definitely needs to drink milk. You just can't bear to part with it."

The woman smiled and lowered her head: "Yes, yes, they all know that Uncle Jiang is good to them."

Looking at the woman in the dim light, Ji's father coughed and slowly took her hand: "Why are your hands so cold? Wear more clothes."

The woman covered her mouth and laughed: "Are you kidding me? I'm almost dying of heat, why would I wear more clothes?"

Ji's father just looked at her and smiled, without saying a word.

Father Ji moved closer to her, pulled her into his arms, and stroked the skin on her arm: "It must have been really tough for you, a woman, to raise two children to this age."

The woman's eyes immediately reddened: "Only you say that? They even argued with me today."

Mr. Ji frowned slightly and advised her, "That's how kids are. How can we parents argue with them? I'll talk to them one of these days and ask them to be more understanding of you."

"But you also have to relax and not always pressure them. I have two children myself, and I know what they think."

The woman responded softly, and her father coaxed her, "Alright, alright, you're so old and still crying. Don't get angry with the child."

The woman whispered, "I think you're great. Why do other people say that about you?"

Father Ji snorted, "What do I care what they do? I, Jiang Dayong, have never done anything to wrong anyone in my life. I swear to God, but God has been unfair to me, giving me such a wicked woman!"

The two lingered together for a while before finally separating.

On his way back, the old lady sitting at the door of her house gave him a disdainful look.

Ji's father scolded, "You're getting old, so you should do something good instead of gossiping in the village all day."

I get annoyed when I see people like that.