The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Cleaning a desk was not a problem for Zhu Tong.

At home, when he didn't want the servants frequently entering his room, he would occasionally clean up himself.

Although a task that others could finish in half an hour often took him several times longer to complete.

But it didn't matter, he had plenty of free time anyway.

Everything was ready.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, he calmly put on his disposable gloves. Holding the alcohol in one hand and the cloth in the other, he began wiping down the chair he was about to sit on.

The classroom collectively gawked in astonishment at his unexpected behavior.

"Is the transfer student... always this particular?"

"He's fully equipped, too."

"His technique looks pretty professional."

"He wipes in such a precise manner, it's oddly satisfying."

The students around him whispered amongst themselves.

Zhu Tong was fully focused on his task, completely ignoring the reactions of others.

By the time Shao Ming entered through the back door of the classroom, Zhu Tong had already finished wiping the chair and was sitting on it, meticulously cleaning the desk.

He was thorough, not even sparing the edges of the desk or the gaps in the storage compartment.

The faint smell of alcohol permeated the air.

"Wow, this guy is amazing," said Luo Su, standing next to Shao Ming. "Look, that desk is so clean you could use it as a mirror. Ming-ge, you two are cut from the same cloth!"

Shao Ming: "..."

Shao Ming, holding a phone with its screen off, was carrying a real mirror on the back of his phone case.

He raised an intrigued eyebrow.

The boy who was absorbed in cleaning the desk at that moment had his head lowered, staring intently at the surface. His facial features were delicate, with long eyelashes casting soft shadows. His skin was pale, giving him a slightly sickly appearance.

He was indeed a fragile beauty.

Shao Ming couldn't help but smile faintly.

"Congratulations, Host. You've gained 5% of the white moonlight's favorability."

Zhu Tong: "!"

Accompanied by a joyful tune, the system notification echoed in his mind.

Zhu Tong was utterly baffled.

How did he suddenly gain favorability points?

He lifted his head in confusion and quickly spotted the target at the back of the classroom.

It was him.

The brightest star among the crowd!

The white moonlight that the Mary Sue protagonist longed for but could never have!

It wasn't surprising that Zhu Tong noticed him with just one glance; after all, Shao Ming's face stood out too much.

The system had previously informed him that the white moonlight, the object of desire for the protagonist, was someone who paid great attention to his appearance.

In a sea of ordinary students with casual hairstyles, Shao Ming was dressed in a sleek, black, Korean-style short-sleeved shirt, the slightly open collar exuding both restraint and temptation. Even his hairstyle was carefully groomed.