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

23: Chapter 23 The Incident Occurs!Su Bai’s gaze instantly shifted toward her, carrying a distinct sense of displeasure.

”S-sorry!” Mu Xue hurriedly waved her hands in explanation, her face turning pale. ”I... I was just asking! I shouldn’t have asked!”

She immediately recalled the cold agreement between them—she had no right to inquire about any of his private matters.

Unexpectedly, Su Bai did not lash out. He only looked at her silently for two seconds before turning back to face the closed elevator doors, answering in a tone devoid of emotion, ”Not this shop.”

”Ding—”

The elevator reached the designated floor, the crisp chime breaking the brief silence.

Su Bai skillfully pulled a room card from his pocket and was the first to step out of the elevator. He found the corresponding door, swiped it open with a beep, and then stepped aside to clear the path, gesturing for Mu Xue to enter.

Compared to her first time here—filled with curiosity, fear, and tension—Mu Xue’s movements now held a bit more familiarity, even though her heart remained conflicted.

She walked in silently, greeted by the familiar layout and scent of the room.

”I... I’m going to take a shower.”

Mu Xue spoke in a low voice, as if wanting to wash away all the unease and embarrassment she had picked up at the school gate and the repair shop. She tossed her backpack onto the large sofa in the suite’s living room and hurried into the bathroom.

Su Bai gave an indifferent nod and sat down on the sofa, his gaze falling on the slightly worn backpack. Out of boredom, he reached over, took the bag, and unzipped it.

The backpack was stuffed full. Besides textbooks for various subjects, there was a thick stack of notebooks—so many that they could almost rival those of the top student, Lin Wan.

Does a gold-digger even need to study this hard?

A trace of mocking curiosity flickered through Su Bai’s mind. He randomly pulled out a notebook and flipped it open. Inside was dense, neat, and elegant handwriting, recording detailed classroom notes and exercise analyses, filling more than half the book.

The handwriting was indeed quite good, showing the owner’s diligence.

But after flipping through a few pages, Su Bai lost interest.

To him, studying was an irrelevant world.

He stuffed the notebook back into its place and instead took the brand-new phone box out of the bag. He briskly tore open the packaging, removed the SIM card from Mu Xue’s old phone, and installed it into the new one.

Powering it on, he skillfully entered the password and began browsing at random.

Mu Xue’s social media interface was unusually clean, with very few friends.

When he first checked it, Su Bai even suspected it was a work account she had specially prepared to deal with him.

But later he found that wasn’t the case; this phone didn’t have dual-app instances or hidden spaces.

This account was Mu Xue’s real social circle—besides family, a few subject teachers, and contact info for several part-time job bosses, the only contact left was a lonely ’him.’

He thought about it absentmindedly.

Without putting in any effort, he could check a girl’s phone at will, make her reply in seconds, and even become the most important presence in her social circle.

This twisted sense of control carried a cold emptiness.

Before long, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Mu Xue walked out wearing the hotel’s soft white bathrobe. Most of her hair was dry, with only the tips retaining some moisture.

She clearly didn’t have the habit of washing her hair every day and had simply given her body a quick rinse.

She walked somewhat stiffly to the sofa and stood before Su Bai.

”Take a look at the new phone first and transfer whatever you need.” Su Bai handed her the new phone, which already had the card installed and was fully activated.

”I’m going to shower.”

”Okay,” Mu Xue responded submissively, then took the latest model phone, which felt cool to the touch and had sleek lines.

She sat on the sofa and began to fiddle with it.

The new phone’s operating speed was extremely fast, and the interface glided smoothly—a world of difference from her lagging old phone.

She unconsciously swiped back and forth on the clean, brand-new home screen, an indescribable complexity in her heart.

After some backups were transferred, Mu Xue hesitated for a moment before clicking on the camera app.

The front camera clearly captured her current appearance—wearing an oversized hotel bathrobe, hair slightly damp, and cheeks flushed from the hot shower.

She gently pressed the shutter.

”Click.”

This was one of the few selfies in her life.

The next day, in the teaching building’s stairwell.

Before Su Bai could even reach the classroom door, he was grabbed by the arm by Zhou Feng, who had rushed up from behind, and was pulled into the empty stairwell without explanation.

”What’s wrong? Why so secretive?” Su Bai frowned, shook off Zhou Feng’s hand, and leaned against the cold wall to ask.

Su Bai’s eyes narrowed slightly as he asked back, ”How did you know?”

”Holy crap! It really is you!” Zhou Feng slapped his thigh, his face written with ’I knew it.’ He quickly pulled out his phone, unlocked the screen, opened WeChat, and pointed at Su Bai’s profile picture. ”This is your WeChat avatar, right?”

”Yeah.” Su Bai glanced at it and admitted. It was a landscape photo he had taken randomly. It was common, but Su Bai was likely the only one using it as an avatar.

”Something big happened! The Campus Network forums and Anonymous Walls have exploded!” Zhou Feng’s fingers quickly opened the Campus Network app. At the very top of the homepage, a post highlighted in bold red with a staggering number of replies was prominently visible.

He clicked in, and the first post directly displayed a long string of screenshots of chat records.

Although the names of the chat partners were heavily pixelated, Su Bai’s highly characteristic WeChat avatar was clearly exposed in every screenshot.

Su Bai’s expression darkened instantly, a chill emanating from his eyes. ”Can they be sure it’s me just based on an avatar?”

I’m not writing anymore, f*ck you all.