The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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However, Shao Ming was right: even if the timeline had shifted, it wasn't because of him.

He was doing what he believed was right, and he also wanted to coexist peacefully with Xia Yang; ideally, they would remain unconnected. Yet, Xia Yang refused to allow that peace.

If the timeline truly changed because of him, it would only indicate that the world wasn't so distorted as to be unreasonable.

At least not everyone mindlessly lived for the charming lead; most people still had sound morals and intelligence, didn't they?

Zhu Tong quickly set aside his worries and asked the system, "Are you sure that all abilities can only affect the host?"

The system replied, "Yes."

Zhu Tong sighed in relief.

That meant there was nothing to worry about.

He had never considered interfering with whom Xia Yang flirted with or got entangled with, nor did he care about others' opinions of Xia Yang or how many people might be hopelessly in love with him.

His stance remained: as long as Xia Yang didn't intrude upon him or harm those he cared about, he had no issue.

Otherwise, he would meet force with force; he was prepared to face the consequences.

Lost in thought, Zhu Tong intended to return to his problems but suddenly felt something was off... Where was his pen?

Turning around, he spotted a pen rapidly spinning between Shao Ming's long fingers.

The pen spun so quickly that he couldn't discern the design on it, but judging by the color distribution, it was undoubtedly the pen he had just been using.

Zhu Tong didn't rush to reclaim it; instead, he stared in fascination for a moment, finding it quite intriguing.

Shao Ming, noticing Zhu Tong's intense gaze, tilted his head with a smile and said, "Do you want to learn this?"

Zhu Tong's eyes brightened. "Can I learn?"

Shao Ming replied, "Of course. It's not difficult; I'll teach you."

Zhu Tong instantly became excited.

The matter of the system quickly faded from his mind.

Shao Ming glanced at him and saw that Zhu Tong was completely focused on his hand. He couldn't help but smile.

Zhu Tong could concentrate so quickly; whenever he was interested in something, he approached it with unparalleled seriousness.

It was quite... carefree.

After returning Zhu Tong's pen, Shao Ming took his own pen, skillfully pinching it between his fingers, and began to instruct, "First, pinch the pen between your index and middle fingers like this, applying pressure at the joints to make it spin..."

Zhu Tong observed Shao Ming's grip and clumsily attempted the first step, but as a beginner, even the simplest rotation appeared awkward due to his stiff movements. He glanced at Shao Ming's hands.

Shao Ming's fingers were long, with well-defined joints, and very nimble. A solid black pen rotated rhythmically between his fingers; even the simplest action looked exceptionally graceful in his hands.

As Zhu Tong watched, he momentarily lost focus. Some dissonant images that he desperately wanted to forget, yet they became clearer in his mind. His fingers tightened slightly, causing the pen to tremble. The pen, already unsteady from his grip, slipped from his hand...

Startled, Zhu Tong reacted too slowly, and he watched helplessly as his pen flew through the air, striking the back of a person's head in the front row with a loud thwack.