After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 47: I’ll Help You Kill Yu Li

Hu Ling had always thought Bo Jingmo was terrifying.

Even though the cold and distant boy rarely spoke, the aura around him was even more frightening than Mr. Wu’s.

Even Mr. Wu seemed wary of him.

Bo Jingmo was overwhelmingly powerful, but Hu Ling had no idea why he chose to stay here.

She couldn’t leave, but he didn’t want to leave.

This strange situation had remained unchanged—until that woman appeared.

From then on, things started getting weird.

When that woman took the photo, Bo Jingmo could have stopped her.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there, watching it all unfold.

And later, he even left Holy Wings High School with her.

It made Mr. Wu so furious his face turned black—he hated when students disobeyed him.

Hu Ling thought Bo Jingmo would be gone for good.

But tonight, he returned.

Without warning.

Hu Ling didn’t know what had happened during that single day he was away, but she had a gut feeling—

It must have been something big.

—Because when Bo Jingmo came back, he was different.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something about him had changed.

Her gaze drifted toward the broken lock on the floor, then to Jiang Xi, whose expression was grim.

Seeing the familiar face of the woman standing at the office entrance, Hu Ling hesitated.

Her eyes flickered with struggle and indecision before she finally forced herself to look away.

She couldn’t put Xi Xi in danger.

She couldn’t let Mr. Wu realize their connection.

The boy beside her must have noticed she had stopped moving. He halted as well, his eyes briefly sweeping over Jiang Xi at the doorway before speaking in a low voice:

“Your name is Hu Ling?”

Hu Ling hadn’t expected him to address her.

She froze for a moment before hurriedly nodding. “I am.”

Bo Jingmo: “The woman at the office entrance—is she your friend?”

The second the words left his mouth, Hu Ling’s already pale face turned even whiter.

Her pupils trembled with fear, and the bruises around her neck stood out more starkly as tiny beads of blood seeped from the wounds.

“H-How do you know?”

Panic surged in her heart.

She stared at Bo Jingmo’s side profile in terror, her voice shaking. “If you tell Mr. Wu, I’ll— I’ll tell him you were the one who broke the door lock!”

But the moment her eyes met his cold, indifferent gaze, she realized just how ridiculous her threat was.

Bo Jingmo wasn’t her.

He wasn’t afraid of Wu Bianming.

Even if she told, what could Mr. Wu do?

Hu Ling’s despair deepened.

Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please… I beg you, don’t—”

Before she could finish, Bo Jingmo impatiently cut her off.

“I won’t tell him.”

Hu Ling’s head snapped up.

She could only stare in shock as the man furrowed his brows and looked away.

“You want to see her, don’t you?” His tone was cold, even irritated. “I can help you. I’ll help all of you leave this place.”

His words carried an almost unbelievable meaning.

For a moment, Hu Ling stood frozen, as if struck by a bolt of sheer joy.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape, standing there dumbfounded.

It took a long time before she could mutter, “Really? You… you’re really willing to help us?”

Her voice was so soft, so fragile—like she was afraid speaking too loudly would shatter this beautiful illusion.

The man’s response was just as indifferent as before.

“Yes.”

Bo Jingmo’s expression remained as cold and unreadable as always, his aura overpowering.

But at that moment, Hu Ling felt like he was glowing with divine light.

She stared at him in a daze, and suddenly—

Two trails of bloody tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her lips quivered.

“Thank you… thank you…”

Finally, she understood what was different about Bo Jingmo.

Since returning, he carried a more violent, ruthless aura.

Yet, at the same time, he was doing things he never would have done before.

He never involved himself in human affairs—yet tonight, he had personally opened the office door, exposing clues to the living.

He never spoke to them, the lowly ghosts trapped under Mr. Wu’s control—yet tonight, he offered to help them.

So… Bo Jingmo had been good all along?

Hu Ling was lost in thought.

But on the other side, Bo Jingmo was in an absolutely terrible mood.

Extremely annoyed.

He had no intention of caring about these little ghosts.

Whether they lived or died had nothing to do with him.

Wu Bianming was even less of a concern—Bo Jingmo didn’t consider him a threat at all.

But this was what Lili wanted.

She wanted him to help the ghosts.

She also wanted him to pretend to hate her.

Her reasoning?

“They all know about our relationship. Don’t break character, Bo Jingmo.”

The first condition—fine. He could agree to that.

But the second one?

Absolutely not.

His lips pressed into a tight line as he turned away, pretending not to hear her.

He had already broken character before.

What was one more time?

But then, Yu Li wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her eye level.

She stared straight into his eyes, enunciating each word carefully:

“Bo Jingmo, if you don’t behave, I won’t come looking for you next time.”

The moment he saw the hint of grievance in her eyes, his expression crumbled.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something—

Before he could, Yu Li’s tone softened.

She smiled, eyes curving as she leaned in and kissed him.

“Be good, alright? I’ll make it up to you later.”

…The reward was too tempting.

In the end, Bo Jingmo gave in.

Hu Ling led Bo Jingmo to the entrance of a conference room.

Inside, a large table took up most of the space.

At the head seat, Wu Bianming sat, his fingers tapping lightly against the wood.

Behind him stood a group of ghostly students, lined up in eerie silence.

The display of authority was almost theatrical.

Hu Ling glanced at Bo Jingmo, then lowered her eyes and stepped forward.

The moment she stood still, Wu Bianming’s voice rang out.

“Hu Ling, what was all that noise outside just now?”

Hu Ling flinched.

Her face paled slightly as she stammered, “It… it was…”

“Hmm?”

Wu Bianming raised an eyebrow, deep wrinkles forming on his forehead.

He got up and strode toward her, stopping just a breath away.

His rough fingers brushed against the back of her hand, his tone light, almost gentle—

Yet bone-chillingly sinister.

“The teacher is asking a question. Why aren’t you answering?”

Hu Ling’s hands trembled.

Her lips quivered as she tried to force out a response. “It was—”

“It was me.”

Bo Jingmo interrupted.

His voice was as calm as ever.

“I smashed the door. Is there a problem?”

Wu Bianming’s hand froze midair.

Behind his glasses, a glint of something sharp and cold flashed in his eyes.

Disgust flickered across his features.

His gaze swept over the other ghosts in the room before he spoke, voice even.

“It’s almost midnight. All of you, get out and follow the usual rules.”

The usual rules—nothing more than scaring the living, scattering them, and then having Wu Bianming personally select a victim.

“Yes, Teacher.”

The group of ghost students fled the room instantly.

In mere moments, only Bo Jingmo and Wu Bianming remained.

Wu Bianming’s fingers tightened around the photo of Bo Jingmo in his hands.

His tone took on a new edge.

He adjusted his glasses, his voice chilling—

“Bo Jingmo, you’ve been breaking the rules a lot lately.”

“I considered you a good student, so I let things slide.”

“But surely… you know what you should and shouldn’t do?”

Bo Jingmo glanced at him indifferently.

And said nothing.

Just that single glance made Wu Bianming feel as if he had been disrespected.

His expression darkened, and anger flashed across his face. His fists clenched tightly.

"Bo Jingmo, hasn't the teacher told you before?! When I ask a question, you answer!!"

Bo Jingmo: "Mm."

Wu Bianming’s face darkened even more. His already ghastly complexion almost turned red from rage.

As expected!

Ever since Qing Li appeared, Bo Jingmo had become even harder to control than before.

It seemed that what that woman said was true.

Forcing himself to maintain the fragile authority of a "teacher," he spoke in a deep voice:

"Bo Jingmo, didn’t you leave with Qing Li last night? What happened? You couldn’t kill her?"

"Or…" His voice slowed, eyes gleaming with malice. "Were you unwilling to?"

The moment those words landed, Bo Jingmo’s originally indifferent expression turned sharp and dangerous.

A faint red glow flickered in his eyes.

His fingers twitched slightly—

A few seconds later, he forcefully suppressed it.

Wu Bianming didn’t notice the subtle movement.

He had only said that last part casually, without thinking.

In his mind, the only reason Bo Jingmo hadn’t killed Qing Li was simply because he couldn’t.

That damn girl—

Who the hell had been teaching her?

Or did she have some powerful artifact hidden on her?

Wu Bianming made a mental note not to let Bo Jingmo find out about his deal with Qing Li.

He quickly forced a fake smile onto his face.

"You two used to be deskmates, always competing for the top rank in class…"

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As he spoke, his voice suddenly paused.

His pupils flickered slightly.

Wait.

Since Qing Li wanted his help to kill Bo Jingmo—

Then why not flip it around and work with Bo Jingmo to kill Qing Li instead?

That way, both of them would die.

And he would walk away the sole winner.

Wu Bianming couldn't help but admire his own brilliance.

With that thought, his tone suddenly changed—

"Bo Jingmo, the teacher knows why you're still here. You’re waiting for Qing Li, aren’t you?"

"You hate her…"

He slowly began circling Bo Jingmo, his voice raspy and coaxing.

"Teacher can help you kill her."

"How about it? Tonight."

For the first time, Bo Jingmo’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

At last, he allowed his gaze to fully land on Wu Bianming.

"You’re sure you can kill Qing Li?"

"Of course." Wu Bianming grinned. His deep wrinkles bunched together, nearly swallowing his beady eyes.

"You’ve followed the teacher for so many years, helped with so many things—"

"Naturally, the teacher should help you too."

Help him, huh?

A dark red gleam flickered deep within Bo Jingmo’s pupils.

His tongue pressed lightly against the roof of his mouth.

Then, he let out a low chuckle.

His voice carried an unreadable amusement.

"Alright."