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

71: Chapter 71 The Strange Lin WanOnly at this moment did Lin Wan truly and deeply realize that the difference between mildly spicy and explosively spicy might not just be the amount of seasoning.

She completely disregarded Su Bai across from her, and her image, clutching the water glass with both hands, gulped down cold water into her seemingly burning throat. Only when the glass was empty did she gasp for air, as if narrowly escaping death.

She awkwardly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and the fine sweat on the tip of her nose with a tissue, her entire face and neck flushed with an unnatural redness.

”Ehehe.”

A low, undisguised laugh came from across the table.

Su Bai rested his chin on one hand, finding her unprecedented embarrassment somewhat amusing.

It turned out that beneath that cold exterior, the original female protagonist’s character also had a touch of foolishness.

”What... what are you laughing at!” Lin Wan, both embarrassed and annoyed by the laughter, retorted instinctively, even unconsciously sticking out her still-numb tongue.

This rather unrefined phrase was something she had unintentionally picked up when listening to Su Bai and Zhou Feng bickering in the past.

To put it bluntly, Su Bai was a bad influence.

”I’m not eating anymore, it’s too spicy, I’m dying.”

She finally decided to surrender to her taste buds and stomach, putting down her chopsticks and declaring defeat.

This lesson of explosive spiciness also made her instantly realize one thing — she didn’t need to, and couldn’t, force herself to conform to Su Bai’s dietary preferences.

Even... even if that day truly came in the future, at worst, she could just ask a chef to prepare two different meals.

They could interact in a different way; when it came to eating, she declared surrender.

”Alright,” Su Bai had no objections to this, even seeming somewhat pleased.

He had originally just wanted to see how stubborn this young lady could be, and his mischievous pleasure was fully satisfied the moment she teared up from the spice.

”Then send a message to your best friend and have her bring you something edible from the cafeteria. You can just eat bread when you go back to the classroom later.”

He showed no hint of forcing her or mocking her inability, which significantly alleviated Lin Wan’s sense of frustration.

However, while Su Bai casually continued to finish the rice noodles in his bowl, he observed Lin Wan, who was still taking small sips of air and fanning herself with a tissue, out of the corner of his eye.

One thing he could confirm: Lin Wan recently seemed to... consciously and actively seek interaction with him.

Whether it was at the internet cafe before or today’s clearly purposeful lunch invitation.

He carefully recalled the timeline; the first signs of this change seemed to have begun around the time the Protagonist named Xiao Fan abruptly appeared.

Is the plot correction so strong?

Or is this a manifestation of some kind of worldline convergence?

Su Bai thought idly.

He knew there were many types of Villains: those who courted death recklessly, and those who were deeply devoted simps.

Their relationships with the female protagonist also varied greatly: some were persistent stalkers, some harbored love-turned-hate, some were like strangers, and some were even the ’white moonlight’ type.

Could he be the ’white moonlight’ type?

He hadn’t read the original script, so he couldn’t precisely pinpoint which type he belonged to.

Perhaps... he should call out the long-ignored system and take a look?

This thought bubbled up like a water bubble.

But the idea only lasted a second before he decisively squashed it himself.

No need.

Didn’t he try to end his life because he found living dull?

He had finally transmigrated and received a top-tier script for slacking off. If he were to eagerly check some life script or mission prompts again, how would that be any different from the exhausting rush of his previous life?

Wouldn’t this transmigration have been in vain?

The more you know, the more worries you have.

He just wanted to live his days muddle-headedly, relying on intuition and his current mood.

If he liked spicy food, he’d eat more; if he was sleepy, he’d sleep longer; if trouble came... he’d decide whether to avoid it or face it, depending on his mood.

As for Lin Wan’s initiative and Xiao Fan’s disappearance, he was too lazy to sort it out carefully.

He’d cross that bridge when he came to it. If there really was a mountain blocking his way and he couldn’t go around it, then... he’d figure it out then. He’d just start a live stream and shout, ’I’m jumping, folks!’

He finished the last bite of rice noodles, wiped his mouth, and looked at Lin Wan across from him, who was still struggling with a small cup of plain water: ”Feeling better? Let’s go if you are, it’s too noisy here, giving me a headache.”

”You ate so fast?”

The burning sensation from the first bite on Lin Wan’s tongue hadn’t completely faded. She was taking small sips of air, but when she looked up, she found Su Bai’s bowl already empty, with hardly any red soup left.

”This is already considered slow,” Su Bai casually wiped his mouth with a tissue.

”Then... what about this bowl?” Lin Wan’s gaze returned to the almost untouched bowl of rice noodles in front of her, somewhat hesitant.

Last time, she could frankly leave more than half, but for some reason, in front of Su Bai, she was unwilling to display that delicate image in her heart.

After all, she was just a girl under eighteen, with the unique subtle desire of that age not to show weakness in front of a specific person.

If she were a few years older and more experienced, perhaps she would even hesitate to step into such a small shop.

”Just leave it, what else can you do?” Su Bai stood up, his movement stirring a slight breeze.

”I don’t eat other people’s leftovers.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the shop without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Wan quickly chased after him, her slightly red cheeks from either the spice or the rush: ”Are you looking down on me?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she herself was stunned; the question sounded a bit... strange.

”Is this your first day knowing that?” Su Bai didn’t turn his head, his steps unbroken, his lazy voice drifting back, ”Hurry back to your classroom to rest and ease the spice. I’ve arranged with Fatty and the others to go to the internet cafe to ’exchange techniques’.”

He deliberately made playing games sound very formal.

”Ah? Oh...” Lin Wan slowed her steps, the inexplicable anticipation in her heart feeling empty.

This afternoon, she hadn’t eaten well, was terribly spicy, and the imagined communication or narrowing of distance simply hadn’t happened. Their first solo lunch ended in such a hasty and slightly awkward manner.

She couldn’t help but remind him, ”Then... remember to be on time for class this afternoon.”

Her voice carried a hint of disappointment that she herself didn’t notice.

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up to find Su Bai already three or four meters away, leaving her with only his languid back.

He didn’t even turn around, just casually raised his hand and waved it lazily twice in the air, signifying that he had heard and was saying goodbye.

Facing away...

This posture and action were like a key, instantly opening the floodgates of Lin Wan’s memory.

She suddenly remembered Su Bai’s half-finished phrase in the shop, ”You shouldn’t face away...”, followed by his abrupt change of words and the thumbs-up from the guy at the next table.

In a flash of lightning, she suddenly understood!

Her fair cheeks instantly flushed crimson, this time definitely not from the spice.