The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 6

Chapter 6: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 6

After his triumphant “provocation” of the protagonist, Shu He looked down, curiously examining the hoe he had snatched from Xu Nongqing.

He had never seen such a thing before.

In the interstellar era, almost everything was fully mechanized; there was no need for humans or other races to farm by hand.

This was another antique.

With a little effort, he dragged it across the ground, hacking at it a couple of times. Then, Shu He disappointingly discovered that his strength could only create two small dents in the earth.

Meanwhile, the furrows Xu Nongqing had dug nearby were regular and deep. Shu He walked to the edge of a furrow and glanced back at Xu Nongqing. “This thing is heavy.”

Xu Nongqing stared at him without a word.

“…?”

What’s his problem?

Shu He tilted his head in confusion, not understanding why snatching his hoe would make him so angry he was speechless.

He mumbled in frustration and tossed the hoe back. Xu Nongqing instinctively caught it, his lips unconsciously pressed into a straight line. He lowered his gaze evasively, no longer meeting Shu He’s eyes.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Why are you here?” he asked calmly.

“Speaking of which, this is your fault.” Shu He immediately seized the opportunity to turn the tables. “Why didn’t you wait for me? How could you come out to farm all by yourself?”

Xu Nongqing: “You didn’t mention it last night.”

“How was I supposed to know you were going to farm first thing in the morning?”

“Do you have to follow me everywhere I go?”

“Of course.”

A sudden silence fell.

Shu He lifted his face, full of righteous indignation, his pale cheeks puffed out. He didn’t seem to think of himself as a little follower at all. He looked at Xu Nongqing and emphasized seriously, “You have to tell me wherever you go, understand? Or else you’ll be in for it.”

System: 【Host.】

Shu He ignored it for the moment.

He continued to stare stubbornly at the rather taciturn man before him, as if he wouldn’t back down until he got a definite answer.

Xu Nongqing half-closed his eyes. After a moment, he squeezed out a “Mm” from his throat.

Only then was Shu He satisfied.

Because in his eyes, this was a symbol of the protagonist’s submission, a symbol of the little villain establishing his great authority.

He was extremely proud. He nodded repeatedly and stepped from the soft soil onto the hard-packed earth of the field ridge. Only then did he have time to respond to the system. What is it, Brother 1?

System: 【…】

System: 【I feel it’s necessary to remind you that what you’re doing is wrong.】

Hearing its serious tone, a large question mark appeared in Shu He’s mind. He asked, confused, Am I not doing a good job?

He thought he was the most amazing villain performer ever.

The system said coldly: 【What you just said didn’t sound like a villain. You said you wanted to follow the protagonist everywhere… that sounded like you were pouting, understand, Host?】

Pouting?

Shu He knitted his brows.

He pursed his lips, lost in thought, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked a few times. The system thought he had understood and was about to soften its cold tone and speak again, but then it heard Shu He say in frustration, But I think I’m being very professional.

System: 【…】

I’ve almost finished reading the book you gave me. Rule X says that following the protagonist around is beneficial for keeping track of their movements and establishing authority over them.

The protagonist might agree on the surface, but deep down, he must feel humiliated. He’ll feel like he has no personal space, which will make him hate the villain even more.

As Shu He spoke, an inexplicable sense of grievance welled up, and he began to protest: Why did you say I was pouting? I wasn’t pouting. Did you misunderstand?

System: 【…】

Did it misunderstand?

What Shu He said… did make a lot of sense.

But—

Why aren’t you talking? Shu He said sullenly. You have to apologize to me. You slandered me.

Hearing this, the system’s cold, youthful electronic voice went blank.

Tears immediately welled up in Shu He’s eyes.

【…I’m sorry.】

He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed like a faint sigh escaped the system’s cold electronic voice.

【It was my mistake. I… overthought it. You weren’t pouting.】

Shu He lowered his head and said awkwardly, Alright, I forgive you. But you can’t be like this in the future. You can’t use that tone with me. You have to discuss things with me.

…What tone was that?

*

The sun climbed out from behind the clouds, and as time passed, it gradually grew warmer.

Shu He wasn’t particularly afraid of the heat. After all, he was frail and sickly, and his hands were always cold. Soaking up the sun actually made him feel more comfortable. So he could still sit calmly under the sunlight… on Xu Nongqing’s jacket.

“What’s that?” Shu He propped his cheek with one hand and pointed to the lush green vegetables in another field.

Xu Nongqing said, “Spinach.”

“What about that?”

“Cabbage.”

“What are you planting?”

“Radishes.”

A question for every answer, a response for every query.

Shu He had many questions. “Is that spinach yours?”

“Mm.”

“Is the cabbage yours too?”

“Mm.”

“You have so much land, then.” Shu He’s eyes widened slightly. He made an analogy: in the interstellar era, it was like owning an entire planet. “Why are you still so poor?”

At his words, Xu Nongqing’s movements paused. He turned back to look at Shu He, his expression blank.

“This land can only be used to grow vegetables.”

Shu He tilted his head slightly, too embarrassed to say he didn’t quite understand. In the interstellar era, land wasn’t divided like this.

He let out a dejected “Oh” and poked the system in his mind, asking if he should say something to motivate the protagonist to go to the city and strive for more. Would it be too early to say it now?

The system said he could. So Shu He thought seriously for a moment, then stood up from the field ridge. He patted down his clothes and pants and walked around to Xu Nongqing’s side.

The hoe in Xu Nongqing’s hands was once again snatched by Shu He.

He silently watched this spoiled young master, who seemed to know nothing of hardship. His hands hung at his sides, the veins on their backs prominent.

“If you didn’t farm, what would you do?” Shu He slammed the hoe into the ground. The upturned soil accidentally flew onto his new shoes. As he asked, his pale brows furrowed, and he took several steps back to shake off the dirt.

It was a long moment before Xu Nongqing spoke. “Go to the city and work.”

“Working pays more, right?” Shu He mumbled. “I see a lot of old people in the village, but not many young people. Why don’t you go out and work? You have no ambition at all.”

Coming from him, these words sounded strange.

He was younger than Xu Nongqing, yet he was lecturing him about being ambitious… So Xu Nongqing didn’t respond. His sharp brow was lowered, hiding his dark eyes.

How is he supposed to become a proper protagonist like this?

Shu He threw the hoe aside and walked up to Xu Nongqing in a few steps. He leaned in to look at his face. As if not expecting this move, Xu Nongqing’s brow twitched, and his expression faltered for a fraction of a second.

Even the fingers of the hand hanging at his side curled up, his dark eyes silently reflecting the boy’s pale, refined face.

Xu Nongqing usually maintained that cold expression, rarely revealing his emotions.

At this moment, Shu He still couldn’t see the sudden turmoil in the man’s heart. He was still trying to motivate the protagonist, his face full of seriousness. “You don’t want to go to the city to work?”

“You just want to stay here, farm, and wait to die?”

“Don’t you want a wife? You won’t get a wife if you don’t have money. Who would marry you? No one wants a man with no ambition.”

“When the time comes, everyone else will have a wife, and you’ll be all alone, keeping company with a coffin in your house…”

At the mention of the coffin, Shu He couldn’t help but frown. He was a little afraid of that thing. “Can you throw the coffin away?”

The topic jumped quickly.

The veins on the back of Xu Nongqing’s hand tensed. He turned his head, not meeting the eyes of Shu He, who was extremely close to him. “That’s for myself.”

“But you’re all alone, you won’t need it.”

Shu He’s words came out in a rush, as if he had finally found an opening. He placed his hands on Xu Nongqing’s shoulders, leaned in closer, and looked at him without blinking, saying clearly, “No wife, no kids, no career, no friends. No one will be there to bury you. It’s your own fault for having no ambition.”

“…”

The little villain’s words were a heart-stabbing remark. He was sure this speech had left a deep psychological scar on the protagonist.

The boy pursed his lips and smiled, a shallow dimple appearing on his cheek, his breath soft. “But it’s better if you’re not ambitious. Don’t even think about rising up one day and stepping on my head.”

With that, Shu He released Xu Nongqing’s shoulders. The warm, fragrant air left, allowing Xu Nongqing’s thoughts to be freed from the chaotic heat, yet he felt an emptiness somewhere.

His jaw tensed as he looked at the boy. Shu He turned around, his head lowered, eyelashes fluttering as he nervously rubbed his cheeks.

I must have been so bad just now!

Just like the villains on the big screen in the interstellar era who provoke the protagonist. Today, I’ve planted a huge flag. One day, the protagonist will personally trample this flag and truly step on my head.

As if seeing that scene, Shu He couldn’t help but touch his own little head.

He held his head and turned back to glare at Xu Nongqing, his round, beautiful almond eyes wide. Xu Nongqing started, his gaze inexplicably turning obscure.

…

Xu Nongqing stopped farming.

He carried the hoe and walked ahead. Shu He followed behind, occasionally kicking small stones from the roadside towards the man’s feet, acting both timid and playful.

“When he rises to power in the future, will my family be driven to bankruptcy by him?”

Shu He suddenly stopped kicking stones, his voice becoming low and worried.

The system said coldly: 【Mm, it’s possible. This type of protagonist is the kind who will kill your whole family if one person offends him.】

Hearing this, Shu He’s eyes widened, and his almond eyes filled with moisture. Tears were about to spill over.

System: 【…】

The system added a patch: 【But that depends on how far the protagonist goes. Strictly speaking, you’re not the villain who runs through his entire life. By then, he’ll have countless enemies, and there will be more powerful villains to act as stepping stones. He might not have time for you.】

Shu He wiped his eyes and lowered his head without speaking. The system was silent for a long time before speaking again:

【Host, I must remind you, tears are cheap.】

Shu He: “?”

Shu He: “?”

【My meaning is, don’t use tears as a weapon.】

Shu He: “…”

System: 【…】

【What’s wrong?】 its tone was stiff.

Shu He’s silence was like a missile, startlingly quiet.

“…”

Shu He stopped walking. He didn’t make a sound, just wiped his tears with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more they flowed. The system was at a rare loss for words, wanting to speak countless times but not knowing what to say.

Shu He’s voice was hoarse and soft, like a bullied little kitten. “You used that tone with me again.”