The Villain Young Master Doesn't Want to Date the Cute Domineering Female Lead

"Alright, I won't waste any more time here. I'll find a suitable moment to ask you for the files."

Wu Liang rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. After a moment of thought, he picked up the unconscious Nan Zhu and headed toward the door.

There was no need to linger here any longer; staying would only lead to more teasing from Su Qian.

"Senior, I brought your uniform back..."

Nan Qingshui hurriedly pushed open the door, colliding directly with Wu Liang, who was about to leave.

Losing her balance, she thought she was about to have a close encounter with the ground.

Just then, she felt a tight grip on her wrist, and someone swiftly pulled her up.

Thud

A dull sound echoed in the room.

Without Wu Liang's support, Nan Zhu fell straight to the floor with a thud.

His fingers twitched slightly, and the pain on his face stirred a reaction from the unconscious Nan Zhu.

"Ah... I'm sorry..."

Wu Liang released Nan Qingshui's wrist and awkwardly glanced at Nan Zhu, who had fallen again.

Luckily, Nan Zhu was out cold; if he knew she had dropped him twice, he would probably be furious.

"Thank you, but how did you and your brother end up here, Wu Liang??"

Nan Qingshui slightly bowed to Wu Liang, apologizing while rubbing her wrist.

This guy really had a strong grip... It felt like her wrist had been locked in a vice...

If Wu Liang hadn't caught her, she might have embarrassed herself just now.

"Qingshui, did you bring my uniform?"

Su Qian waved at Nan Qingshui from her seat on the bench.

So the guy Wu Liang knocked out was Qingshui's brother; no wonder she thought he looked familiar.

"Ah, President, I brought it! Your previous uniform has already been sent for cleaning."

Nan Qingshui hurriedly responded, clutching the clothing, but suddenly froze when she saw Su Qian, who was only wearing a bathrobe.

Su Qian was lounging comfortably on the bench, her skin exposed in large patches.

"President! What are you doing!!"

Seeing Su Qian looking so relaxed and casual, Nan Qingshui expressed her dissatisfaction.

It was one thing for the president to dress like this in front of her, since they were both women, but there was a big man standing right here!

"Hmm... Did someone just call me...?"

Nan Zhu, still a bit dazed from the fall, sat up from the floor, covering his face.

Ugh... his face hurt... What just happened... Why was he lying on the ground...?

"Qingshui?"

Looking up at Nan Qingshui standing beside him, Nan Zhu asked in confusion.

He thought he had gone to the Student Council with Wu Liang, and then... what happened afterward?

"Don't look!"

Seeing her brother suddenly wake up, Nan Qingshui's expression darkened, and she delivered a solid elbow strike to Nan Zhu's face.

"Beautiful..."

Wu Liang twitched at the corner of his eye, watching Nan Zhu faint for the third time.

Is this what it's like to be the male lead? It's not quite what he imagined...

When Nan Zhu woke up again, he found himself slumped over his desk.

"Ugh..."

Pain radiated from the back of his neck and face, causing him to gasp.

Rubbing his sore nose, he looked around and saw that he was the only one left in the classroom.

"Wasn't I in the Student Council earlier?"

Nan Zhu muttered in confusion, rubbing his forehead. Hadn't he gone to the Student Council room with Wu Liang?

He couldn't remember what had happened afterward; the only thing he recalled was seeing Qingshui.

Then everything went black, and he passed out? But why?

"Finally awake! I thought you'd sleep until after school."

Wu Liang walked in with a cup of hot tea.

Upon seeing that Nan Zhu was awake, his eyes twitched slightly.

The elbow strike from Nan Qingshui just now might have had more power than his own. It's no wonder she's Nan Zhu's little sister; she really knows how to be ruthless with her brother.

"Wu Liang? Why am I lying in the classroom?"

"Weren't we in the Student Council Room earlier? It seems like we were looking for something..."

Nan Zhu scratched the back of his head awkwardly, having almost forgotten everything that had just happened.

And he couldn't tell if it was just his imagination, but he suddenly felt that Wu Liang seemed much gentler toward him now.

Just a short while ago, Wu Liang had been indifferent to him; now, he felt a sudden closeness.

"How about some tea? You just... um... you just got hit by a vase..."

Wu Liang handed a cup of hot tea to Nan Zhu, turning his head slightly to the side in embarrassment.

If it weren't for the fact that he had knocked Nan Zhu out with a slap earlier, the other wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

Feeling guilty, Wu Liang made a cup of tea for Nan Zhu, hoping to make up for his mistake.

"Hit? I got hit by a vase?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhu quickly touched the back of his head. He had been hit by a vase and only fainted for a little while?

It seemed like his head was quite tough; a normal person would probably have been seriously hurt.

But getting hit by a vase might be a bit excessive... he didn't even remember there being a vase behind him...

"It was just a vase hitting my head; it's not a big deal."

"Try the tea I made; it should taste good."

Seeing Nan Zhu react so strongly, Wu Liang smiled awkwardly.

He quickly redirected Nan Zhu's attention to the hot tea beside him.

He really didn't want Nan Zhu to dwell on this matter, and he definitely didn't want him to find out that he was the one who had knocked him out.

"Wu Liang can actually make tea...?"

Nan Zhu looked at Wu Liang in surprise. He had heard from Qingshui that Wu Liang was a wealthy Young Master; could a Young Master really know how to make tea?

"Yeah, I sometimes make it for fun when I'm home alone."

Wu Liang recalled the times when he used to stay at home streaming.

Back then, he was quite the recluse, and his only hobby was making tea.

He wouldn't dare say he was skilled in other areas, but he was quite confident when it came to brewing tea.

"Wu Liang is a homebody?"

Nan Zhu took a sip of the hot tea, the refreshing aroma instantly filling his mouth, and the clean, smooth texture made him feel completely relaxed.

Delicious—this was Nan Zhu's first reaction. He wasn't someone who particularly liked tea.

But this cup made by Wu Liang was truly unforgettable; he even wanted another one.

"I used to be a homebody."

Wu Liang said lightly, recalling his former self.

He had indeed been a shut-in back then, but he was also a computer expert.

He lived in the virtual world, seeking a sense of reality within it.

Wu Liang had once fantasized about some kind of transmigration plot, wanting to achieve great things after crossing over.

But now that he was truly in this game world, he realized it wasn't as simple as he'd imagined.

Whether it was interpersonal relationships or handling affairs.

From the dazzling maids around him to the countless assets under his control, or the perfect female leads he was about to meet.

Everything indicated that he had transformed from a former recluse into someone living life to the fullest, yet now Wu Liang even felt that he was less fulfilled than he had been in the virtual world.

"Wu Liang?"

Nan Zhu called out softly, sensing the change in the atmosphere around Wu Liang.

The oppressive feeling made it hard for him to breathe, and he was particularly sensitive to the heaviness surrounding Wu Liang.

"Uh? I was just lost in thought. You should rest well; I should be heading back soon."

Returning to reality, Wu Liang realized his earlier lapse in composure.

Sigh, getting older makes one nostalgic about the past; when will he change this habit?

Even reminiscing about the past now was pointless; he had no idea how to leave this world.

What he needed to do now was fully integrate into this world and become a part of it.

But to be honest, if he could live in this world forever, it didn't seem so bad.

The wealth he possessed here would last him several lifetimes.

As long as he could avoid a fatal ending, what else was there to worry about?

"The only regret is for the uncle and aunt over there..."

Wu Liang turned away from Nan Zhu, speaking softly as he left.

The only people he probably owed an apology to were his adoptive uncle and aunt, along with his sister who liked to cling to him on most days.

If only he could apologize to them in person... Life always seemed so unfulfilled...

"Wu Liang, classmate…"

Nan Zhu stared blankly at Wu Liang's retreating figure as he gradually left the classroom.

He wanted to chase after him and ask something, but when he saw the lonely silhouette, a hint of hesitation crept in.

It felt as if they were from entirely different worlds, and he couldn't reach out to him just yet...

When Wu Liang arrived at the rooftop, cigarette in hand, he spotted a familiar figure leaning against the railing, gazing into the distance.

Not feeling surprised, he walked over and casually offered the cigarette to her.

"Hey? Didn't you have something to do? Didn't you say you wouldn't come here?"

Ning Shuang, lost in thought, jumped in shock at Wu Liang's sudden appearance. Reflexively, she raised her hand to cover her cheek, trying to hide something.

But upon touching the fox mask on her face, she realized she had already put on the disguise, letting out a sigh of relief.

"The matter is settled, but I got played a bit."

Wu Liang ignored Ning Shuang's startled expression and raised his hand, signaling her to take one.