It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

Chapter 06

On a chilly night, Wen Ai stayed up all night without adding extra layers or wrapping himself in a blanket. When he brushed his teeth in the morning, he noticed a slight tickle in his throat. Dismissing it, he coughed a couple of times to relieve the discomfort.

Over the next two days of intense mental activity, Wen Ai was deeply engrossed. After each exam, his face was flushed with exertion.

The final exam ended in the afternoon on the second day. Students flooded out of the exam halls, heading straight for the cafeteria. After an entire afternoon of exams, they needed to quickly find something to appease their rumbling stomachs.

Wen Ai didn't feel particularly hungry; he felt dizzy. Wanting to find a quiet place to rest for a while, he went back to the classroom against the crowd, planning to take a short nap before grabbing a meal. Unexpectedly, he fell into a deep sleep and had a dream.

In the dream, Wen Ai found himself enjoying a mango-flavored popsicle, his favorite. Licking it with great joy, he even shouted to the sky, boasting that he could eat another fifty thousand of them. Suddenly, the benevolent heavens sent down a popsicle rain, covering the sky and earth, burying him underneath.

Trapped in a pile of popsicles, the chilly air emanating from them unreservedly penetrated his flesh and blood, coursing through his limbs and bones. It felt as if he had been locked in a freezer or even a cryogenic chamber.

Wen Ai was awakened by the cold.

The sky outside had already turned completely dark, and the classroom was packed with students engrossed in their own activities. Wen Ai took out his phone, and the screen displayed 19:10. It turned out that evening self-study had started ten minutes ago.

He propped up his body, still feeling dizzy, even more so than before he fell asleep. Waves of chills surged through his body, and his nose felt congested. Testing his forehead with the back of his hand confirmed what he suspected – he had a fever.

Wen Ai, in a floating-like stride, went to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water to warm his hands. On his way back, he securely closed all the windows in a row. These few steps nearly depleted his energy, and his body felt like it was being pulled down by invisible weights. When he sat down, it was almost a backwards fall.

Wen Ai sought help from the system: "I can't go on, quickly give me some special skills, like 'One-Click Clearing of Cold Viruses' or something."

The system was quite helpless: "There are no special skills."

Wen Ai: "I feel like crying."

In an effort to demonstrate its value, the system browsed Baidu and came back with a suggestion: "Drink more hot water."

Wen Ai: "…You'd better go play games."

Wen Ai's eyelids felt heavy, and he curled up into a ball, quickly drifting into unconsciousness.

Sun Mengzhen finished her assignment, rotated her neck to relax her cervical vertebrae, and suddenly noticed that the person in front of her had pale lips pressed against the desk, with an abnormal flush on the cheeks. She quickly searched her bag to see if she had any medicine, only finding a few pain relief pills.

At this moment, the school nurse had long left, enjoying time with her family on the sofa and watching TV. It was better to contact his family at this time.

Sun Mengzhen walked to Wen Ai's desk, gently patting his back: "Wake up, quickly wake up. What's your parents' phone number? I'll call them to come pick you up."

Wen Ai was already in a feverish daze, murmuring unclearly: "Parents... overseas..."

Sun Mengzhen quickly figured out the situation and asked again: "What about the housekeeper? Do you have their number? Let me check your phone directly."