After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 32: My Boyfriend

Holy Wings High School had many teaching buildings, and it would take quite a bit of time to explore them all. Since they had arrived in the evening and the sky was growing darker, Cen Xiu decided to split up to finish gathering material as soon as possible.

“We’ll divide into two teams of three, then split up. We’ll meet at the main teaching building entrance at exactly 11:30. Any objections?”

The others exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

“So… how do we split the teams?” Ke Yulong hesitantly raised his hand and scanned the people around him.

Among them, only Cen Xiu seemed reliable, but Cen Xiu’s gaze had been on Qing Li the entire time—it was obvious he wanted to team up with her. Ke Yulong definitely didn’t want to be stuck with a bunch of clueless people.

So, gritting his teeth, he took the initiative. “Cen Xiu, I’ll go with you. That way, it’ll be easier for me to coordinate the filming, and we can try to capture as much useful footage as possible.”

With that, he quickly stepped to Cen Xiu’s side, making the team divisions clear—Cen Xiu, Yu Haoye, and Ke Yulong on one side, while the remaining three naturally formed the other team.

Seeing this, Cen Xiu’s brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Ever since Qing Li pointed out his ranking on the leaderboard, he had vaguely suspected she was tied to the storyline. Ke Yulong, on the other hand, had no special role—teaming up with him wouldn’t be of much use.

As a player, he naturally needed to choose characters who could advance the plot and secure more screen time.

But as the in-game director, he had to prioritize the camera. Ke Yulong’s reasoning made it impossible for him to refuse.

Tch.

He glanced at Yu Haoye beside him, who was clearly thinking the same thing, his face darkened with frustration.

Before Cen Xiu could say anything, Yu Li simply nodded. “Then let’s do that. It’s getting late—let’s move quickly.”

She adjusted her bag and took out her phone to snap some photos of the surroundings. Noticing that Jiang Xi and Hou Liang were still standing in place, she asked curiously, “Aren’t you coming?”

Jiang Xi observed the two experienced players’ displeased expressions, pondering to herself. It was just a team division—what difference did it make?

Or… did they both want to team up with Qing Li?

Why? Weren’t they all just NPCs?

Sensing something off, she grabbed Hou Liang’s hand and whispered, “Let’s go.”

Watching the three of them leave, Cen Xiu thought regretfully, Some people really do get lucky. That newbie’s fortune was surprisingly good.

【There’s definitely something off about Qing Li—she even appeared on the leaderboard.】

【No wonder she insisted on joining. Seems like she has some kind of connection to this high school. Maybe she knows something?】

【Did you guys notice who’s ranked first? Qing Li is second.】

【First place has the surname Bo, right? The camera even zoomed in.】

【That has to be Bo Jingmo. Who else could it be?】

【If they’re ranked on the same list, could Bo Jingmo and Qing Li know each other?】

【Hard to say. They might have even been in the same class.】

The chat’s speculations weren’t baseless. Even Jiang Xi and Hou Liang were thinking along the same lines.

But along the way, the woman in front of them remained completely at ease, taking pictures with her phone as if this wasn’t a haunted high school, but her own backyard.

They didn’t even know how to start a conversation.

Eventually, Jiang Xi broke the silence. “Qing Li, when you studied here, did you hear about that rumor?”

“Even if I hadn’t studied here, I would have.” Qing Li smiled politely. “Holy Wings High School is pretty famous, isn’t it?”

Her response sounded reasonable, but it left them unsure how to continue the conversation.

Jiang Xi decided to be direct. “Then do you remember who ranked first on the list? Do you know him?”

The woman, who had been casually snapping photos just moments ago, gradually slowed her steps.

In the dimly lit hallway, she slowly turned her head, one eyebrow arching slightly as she spoke, enunciating each word:

“You mean… Bo Jingmo?”

Her voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying a hint of an indistinct smile.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind howled outside. The curtains in a nearby classroom flapped wildly, and the disorderly desks and chairs were knocked over, scraping noisily across the floor with an eerie screech.

“BANG—!”

A door to one of the classrooms slammed shut violently.

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang flinched, instinctively shrinking back and glancing toward the source of the noise. Just then, they heard the woman let out a soft sigh, tinged with a trace of nostalgia.

“Of course I know him.”

“But… he’s already dead.”

Startled, they whipped their heads around, only to see her calmly fixing her wind-tousled hair. Silky strands brushed against her face, which remained as serene as ever. It was as if none of the eerie commotion had fazed her in the slightest.

After tying up her hair, she tilted her chin slightly, pointing in a direction before inviting them, “Want to see our old classroom?”

【I seriously suspect there’s something special about Bo Jingmo. Otherwise, why are all the NPCs connected to him so attractive?】

【Could this NPC also have some kind of special connection to Bo Jingmo…?】

【Don’t start, guys. I only accept Filia. Even Bo Jingmo himself acknowledged Filia as his wife.】

【Better a tragic ending than breaking up my ship.】

【Why are you all still stuck in the last world? We’re in a new storyline now, and this campus beauty is stunning too!】

【Lowkey, she kinda gives me Filia vibes… like that beautiful neighbor.】

【Not quite. Filia is an elegant, intellectual beauty. Qing Li has that lazy, seductive charm.】

【Same difference. They’re both gorgeous.】

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As night deepened, the chaotic teaching building became even harder to navigate. The farther they went, the dustier it became, as if no one had set foot in these halls for ages.

Jiang Xi watched the woman in front of them walk lightly ahead, and for a fleeting moment, a ridiculous thought crossed her mind.

This woman… was looking forward to coming back here.

Unlike their fear and unease, her eyes showed little emotion—if anything, there was a trace of amusement.

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Was she not afraid of the legend?

Before she could stop herself, Jiang Xi voiced the question aloud. When Qing Li turned to look at her, she quickly tried to cover up. “Ah, nothing, Miss Qing. It’s just… you don’t seem scared. It’s kind of amazing.”

The flashlight beam illuminated floating dust particles in the air, but the darkness made it impossible to see the woman’s expression clearly. They could only hear her chuckle softly, her tone languid.

“Of course I’m scared. That’s why I came back to beg for mercy.”

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang: ?

Maybe their dumbfounded expressions were too obvious, because Yu Li couldn’t help but chuckle again. “Just kidding.”

She raised the flashlight, illuminating a classroom sign. Tilting her head slightly, she smirked.

“We’re here.”

Stepping inside, they were surprised to find that, unlike the other classrooms, this one was eerily tidy.

Not only were the desks and chairs neatly arranged, but some books were still perfectly placed on the shelves. If not for the thick layer of dust covering everything, Jiang Xi might have thought students still used this room.

Why was it like this?

It was too strange.

The unsettling sight made them hesitate at the doorway, watching as Qing Li slowly walked into the room. She stopped at a particular seat, then pointed at it.

“This was my seat back then.”

Jiang Xi frowned and, out of concern for Qing Li’s reckless behavior, advised, “Qing Li, maybe you should come out first. I have a bad feeling about this classroom—”

“But aren’t you all curious about Bo Jingmo?”

Before she could finish, Qing Li cut her off with a smile. She casually pointed to the desk beside hers.

“This was Bo Jingmo’s seat.”

The fact that the first and second-ranked students were desk mates wasn’t particularly surprising—most homeroom teachers would arrange it that way.

What truly shocked them was what happened next. Qing Li bent down, reached into her desk, and pulled out a photo.

They couldn’t see the image clearly, only that the photo had faded over time. The background had a reddish tint, resembling an old ID picture.

As she gazed at the person in the photo, Qing Li’s eyes softened with nostalgia. She gently brushed off the dust and murmured, “After more than ten years, I’ve still come back.”

Jiang Xi couldn’t hold back her curiosity and blurted out, “Who is that, Qing Li?”

Could a single photo really have been kept for this long?

In the chilling, ominous air, Yu Li lowered her eyes slightly, the corner of her lips curving into an almost imperceptible smile.

Softly, she said, “This is…”

“My boyfriend, Bo Jingmo.”

The moment those words fell, there was a sudden crack—the curtain rod beside them snapped with a loud bang and came crashing straight toward Yu Li.

As if it was deliberately targeting her.