After Transmigrating as the Villainous Second Lead, I Only Want to Uphold Justice - Chapter 3

How did things spiral out of control like a pack of stray dogs breaking their leashes?

Originally, Li Qian had planned to wait for Shen Yixi to return in her usual haughty manner. Then, together, they would wait for a battered Jiang Liuzhou to return to class wearing Shen Yixi’s coat. At that moment, Li Qian would drag her to the office and tell the homeroom teacher that Jiang Liuzhou had stolen and worn Miss Shen’s clothes.

That was Li Qian’s original plan.

She had even prepared eye drops for herself, rehearsing exactly how she would frame Jiang Liuzhou.

They were indeed in the office now—but the scene was different.

Shen Yixi was holding her phone, showing the homeroom teacher the wounds on Jiang Liuzhou’s face. She said sincerely, “I hope the teacher can provide Student Jiang with justice.”

This teacher was a good person. Like the school doctor, he possessed a conscience. Previously, he hadn’t punished Shen Yixi due to the pressure of the Shen family’s influence, but he had indeed stepped in to save Jiang Liuzhou several times.

Seeing Shen Yixi “turn herself in,” he slammed his hand on the desk and demanded to know who had struck Jiang Liuzhou.

The pain on Jiang Liuzhou’s face had subsided, leaving only the scratches from the fingernails. She pointed coldly at Li Qian: “It was Li Qian.”

Li Qian looked at Shen Yixi in a panic, seemingly seeking help.

Shen Yixi gave none.

Not only did she offer no help, she told the teacher with perfect composure: “I was the one who had people bring Student Jiang there. I am the mastermind. If you’re going to punish someone, punish me along with her.”

Li Qian felt a surge of joy and shot a provocative glance at Jiang Liuzhou.

Although she didn’t know why Miss Shen was suddenly reporting the bullying, the Shen family sat on the school’s board of directors; the teacher didn’t have the power to actually punish Shen Yixi. With Shen Yixi claiming responsibility, Li Qian figured she was safe.

The teacher thought the same. He was so angry his vision went dark. He muttered “Fine” several times before looking at Jiang Liuzhou with guilt: “I will see justice done for you today!”

But Jiang Liuzhou didn’t see it that way. She was looking at Shen Yixi as if she had seen a ghost.

Sure enough, a moment later, Shen Yixi picked up the school rulebook from the teacher’s desk. She flipped to the section on bullying classmates and pointed to the text: “Public criticism, a 2,000-word self-reflection, and one week of suspension at home. Shall we start the process now?”

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While everyone in the office was staring at each other, unable to fathom what Shen Yixi was doing, the “psychotic” male lead, Ye Zexuan, walked in. With his chestnut hair and a swagger that suggested he recognized no kin, he moved slowly into the room.

Outside the office, a circle of girls who had followed him were huddled together. Even though he was already inside, they hovered by the door, their eyes filled with an almost tangible obsession.

“Young Master Ye looks so handsome even when he’s just walking!”

“His aura is ten feet tall!”

“So handsome!”

“I’m going to faint!”

The atmosphere in the office was already heavy, but his arrival drew everyone’s eyes.

Ye Zexuan was secretly enjoying himself. His gait became even more arrogant and “wicked.” He stopped at the teacher’s desk and tossed a folder down with disdain. One corner of his mouth curled into a smirk: “Here is the homework you wanted.”

Shen Yixi looked at him with a complex expression. She really wanted to splash a bottle of dish soap on his face.

Too oily. How can a human be this greasy?

How can a sixteen-year-old boy be this cringey?

Sensing her gaze, Ye Zexuan felt a bit smug.

Look at this woman. Still so obsessed with me.

How troublesome. I’ll never like you; you should just give up already.

However, as the handsome “School Grass” adored by thousands, his idol baggage wouldn’t allow him to look too pleased. He kept a straight face as he scanned the room, finally landing his gaze on the only woman in school who ignored him—Jiang Liuzhou. In the reckless tone of a typical “Big Boss,” he asked: “Yo, what’s going on here?”

Jiang Liuzhou said nothing.

It didn’t matter; Ye Zexuan had already guessed. He quirked an eyebrow and sighed: “Women. Always trouble.”

Jiang Liuzhou clenched her fists as she looked at his mocking face.

When a weak person seeks help after being treated unfairly, how can you call it “trouble”?

Shen Yixi felt a pang of grief.

Ye Zexuan knew Li Qian was the one who did the hitting, so he added pointedly: “All you know how to do is cling to someone’s coattails to bully this stupid girl. Jealousy, greed, and no brains.”

This male lead… so young, yet so greasy. Being edgy was one thing, but he had zero empathy for the weak and painted everyone with the same brush.

As a “soul in an old auntie’s body,” Shen Yixi didn’t really want to deal with him. He wouldn’t listen anyway; he’d probably just think she was trying to get his attention.

So, she simply flipped through the rulebook again. She found the section on “Dress and Appearance.” Before Ye Zexuan could mock anyone further, she spoke:

“The school rules state that students must wear the uniform, are not allowed to perm or dye their hair, and are not allowed to wear jewelry.”

The rule about uniforms effectively “killed” every student in the office. Not a single one was wearing a uniform.

However, one person stood out. Shen Yixi looked at the chestnut hair on Ye Zexuan’s head and pondered. In the novel, the heroine had green eyes, and the male lead had chestnut hair from the start—she didn’t know if it was dyed or just a Mary Sue setting.

She dug through the original owner’s memories but couldn’t find a detail as small as his childhood hair color. She decided to test him: “Did you perm your hair?”

Woman, you have caught my attention again.

Ye Zexuan gave her an icy, haughty look: “I was born this way.”

“Oh.” Shen Yixi looked at the black diamond stud in his ear. “Surely the earring wasn’t something you were born with?”

Following her gaze, Ye Zexuan remembered the stud. He touched it in shock and looked at her again.

Shen Yixi had already turned back to the teacher: “Violators are ordered to rectify their appearance and write a 1,000-word self-reflection. Shall we start that process now, too?”

The atmosphere in the office turned cold instantly.

Jiang Liuzhou let out an untimely chuckle.

Shen Yixi is actually doing something to make Young Master Ye angry?! Even if she’s trying to get his attention, she shouldn’t go this far. Doesn’t she know this hurts his pride?!

And Jiang Liuzhou actually laughed?!

As expected, her initial disgust for Young Master Ye was an act! This ‘Ugly Duckling’ just wants him to notice her so she can become a phoenix!

Shen Yixi had no idea what the onlookers were thinking, just as she didn’t know she was “trying to catch his attention” for the third time.

She glanced at Jiang Liuzhou and whispered: “You aren’t wearing colored contacts, are you?”

Jiang Liuzhou felt a sense of amusement and whispered back: “No. They’ve always been this way.”

Hearing this, Shen Yixi subconsciously looked into Jiang Liuzhou’s eyes. They were a light ink-green, watery and elegant, yet carrying an indescribable sense of detachment.

Jiang Liuzhou didn’t look away. She stared back seriously. Perhaps because of the pupils, her gaze felt a bit cold.

Shen Yixi was momentarily dazed. Looking at those long lashes, she felt an urge to reach out and touch them. But in the end, she just clenched her hand and reminded the teacher: “Teacher?”

If the teacher had been shocked at first, he was steady now. He looked at the group of students. Although everyone in this room was someone he “couldn’t afford to offend,” as an educator, he had his own principles. He had been unable to stand up to the principal before, but now the opportunity was right in front of him.

He quickly made up his mind. Faking a calm demeanor, he said: “We will proceed according to the school rules.”

“Shen Yixi, Li Qian—you will both apologize to Student Jiang. You are to go home today and reflect for one week. Hand in your self-reflections when you return. Also, wear your uniforms.”

“As for Student Ye Zexuan, take off that earring. It is forbidden.”

Because Li Qian followed Shen Yixi’s lead, she looked at Shen Yixi’s expression and raised no objection.

But Ye Zexuan was different! He was the male lead of a Mary Sue novel. He was “wicked and charming,” “overbearing and cold.” He looked down on everyone except the heroine!

He had no intention of obeying. He let out a cold laugh, ignored the teacher, and looked at Shen Yixi with the “bloodthirsty” gaze unique to overbearing school idols: “Woman, is this your plan? Congratulations, you’ve succeeded. You have successfully made me remember you.”

Is this kid’s memory failing, or does he only know one line? Shen Yixi wondered. It’s only been a few minutes and he’s said it twice.

Ignoring him, she asked the teacher: “Should he take it off now?”

Ye Zexuan scoffed: “I won’t take it off. You don’t have the qualifications to make me.”

The girls outside were struck by this “overpowering kingly aura” and let out a collective scream.

Shen Yixi felt uncomfortable.

See? This is the distortion of this world. There are rules, but no one follows them—not school rules, not morality, not even the law.

If he won’t follow the rules, I must. I can only use the rules to tell him that he has to obey.

Shen Yixi searched the handbook again and read word for word: “Those who violate school rules and refuse to cooperate will face public criticism, a 3,000-word self-reflection, and two weeks of suspension.”

Ye Zexuan’s face darkened: “Woman, I advise you to know when to stop.”

“I am doing what is right according to the standards; what is there to stop?”

Shen Yixi ignored him and continued flipping pages, counting on her fingers: “You’ve skipped classes, you’ve hit people… when Student Jiang first joined this class, you threw her bag because she sat next to you. You also gave her insulting nicknames…”

Hearing this, Ye Zexuan felt a bit embarrassed. He sneered and asked, “How did I insult her?”

How did you insult her? Shen Yixi thought for a moment and then called out to him: “Ugly child. Stupid boy. Dumb kid…”

Ye Zexuan’s expression grew even colder: “Shut up!”

Shen Yixi tilted her head: “You get angry when I call you that? Then when you called Student Jiang ‘silly girl’ or ‘stupid girl,’ why didn’t you think about the fact that she wanted you to shut up, too?”

Jiang Liuzhou looked at Shen Yixi’s serious expression and pursed her lips. Her lashes trembled as she blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears in her eyes.

Unaware that her words had moved Jiang Liuzhou, Shen Yixi looked at Ye Zexuan with the “kindly” gaze of an old father giving earnest advice: “Do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you.”

Ye Zexuan’s face turned even blacker.

Looking at the “psychotic” male lead who was sulking with an icy, gloomy gaze, Shen Yixi advised further: “You should be a bit more obedient. Otherwise, if you violate too many rules, you’ll be expelled. And try to do fewer immoral things in your daily life—otherwise, you might end up in prison one day.”