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

But the moment he saw the contact note display “Jiang Xi,” the light in Bo Jingmo’s eyes dimmed instantly.

[Jiang Xi: Yesterday Hou Liang and I entered the same instance, didn’t see you there, so I figured you’d split off from us. But still, congrats—looks like you leveled up again.]

Bo Jingmo gave a polite “Thanks” in reply. The other party was probably used to his cold tone and continued messaging:

[Jiang Xi: When we got in yesterday, Cen Xiu was there too. The three of us teamed up and cleared it pretty quickly. He asked if we were interested in joining a team—heard it’s called peace. Might be good to work together in the future.]

[Jiang Xi: He also invited us to dinner tonight. Said a few of his friends would be there too. Thought I’d check if you want to come along—it’s a good chance to share instance info.]

Bo Jingmo frowned after reading that. Cen Xiu had contacted him before, and he’d already turned him down.

Just as he was about to politely decline the dinner invitation, a new message popped up—this time from Yu Li.

[Yu Li: Senior, where’s the little guy in the story now? I’m getting my lesson prepped~(≧▽≦)]

As soon as the message popped up, Bo Jingmo’s hand moved faster than his brain and tapped into Yu Li’s chat window first.

He paused slightly, editing and trimming the message in the input box for a while before finally sending it.

[Bo Jingmo: Sorry, since a few classmates of mine were there yesterday, dinner didn’t exactly go well. Let me make it up to you tonight, okay?]

After sending that, Bo Jingmo felt a little nervous, staring at the screen without even blinking.

Yu Li, on the other hand, raised her eyebrows slightly and chuckled softly, leaning her head on her hand.

[Yu Li: It’s okay~ By the way, does Senior know what the little guy likes? I’m thinking of getting him a small gift when we meet.]

For that kid?

Bo Jingmo frowned, ready to say it wasn’t necessary, but then something seemed to cross his mind. A glint flashed in his eyes.

[Bo Jingmo: I usually take him to a certain mall to shop. Want to go there tonight? I need to grab some stuff anyway and was planning to head over.]

The reply came quickly.

[Yu Li: Sure! Thanks, Senior. I’ll message you after class this afternoon.]

[Bo Jingmo: Okay.]

Looking at their chat log, the man couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly.

Meanwhile, Jiang Xi had also received Bo Jingmo’s reply.

[Bo Jingmo: No, I’ve already got plans tonight.]

Elsewhere, in a room with the curtains drawn, thick drapes blocked out all the sunlight.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated slightly.

The girl glanced at it, picked it up, and answered in silence.

A male voice quickly came from the other end: “Is this Miss Yi Xian? Someone saw the info you submitted and would like to meet you.”

Yi Xian froze, then lowered her eyes and said quietly, “Why? Was there something wrong with what I wrote? I’ve always filled it out like that. Or… is it because Ji Xun died?”

The man’s tone didn’t change, the same monotonous, formulaic voice as before: “It’s not about Ji Xun. We noticed you wrote the name ‘Bo Jingmo’ on the form. You ran into him in an instance, didn’t you?”

Hearing that name, she paused. The man’s voice came through again.

“So we just wanted to ask you a few questions about Bo Jingmo.”

Truth be told, Yi Xian didn’t know much about deva.

She and Ji Xun had met in a beginner instance. It was Ji Xun who first suggested teaming up, and they worked so well together that they always completed the script perfectly.

As soon as they exited the beginner instance, their rankings shot to the top.

After that, they received an invitation from deva.

Deva offered great perks—if you joined their team, experienced seniors would guide you when entering the instance world. Once you passed the test, you’d get monthly points, skill upgrades, and opportunities to team up with elite veterans.

Eventually, if you died in an instance, the team might even help you revive, depending on the situation.

Most games had this kind of guild system, but Yi Xian hadn’t expected it to exist inside instance worlds too.

She and Ji Xun were both newbies, and with such a strong team and attractive benefits, they naturally said yes.

The first few instances went smoothly thanks to the seniors.

But the last one was supposed to be their final test.

If they passed that, they’d become official members.

Unfortunately… Ji Xun died.

Standing outside the designated building, Yi Xian was ushered into the elevator.

She cautiously sized up the man in front of her. He had a lean figure, wore a well-fitted black suit, and had a sharp profile. His monolid eyes carried a world-weary look. His face was expressionless.

As if sensing her gaze, the man turned slightly and spoke in the same voice she’d heard over the phone, completely deadpan: “Nice to meet you. I’m Rong Fan.”

Yi Xian: “...” Nice to meet me? Really? She couldn’t quite tell.

She lowered her eyes and softly asked, “Why do you want to know about Bo Jingmo?”

“My suggestion is, it’s best not to ask too many questions.”

With a soft “ding,” the elevator doors slid open. Rong Fan stepped out first, glancing back at Yi Xian: “Next, someone will question you in the room.”

Yi Xian paused, then hurried to follow him out.

Rong Fan led her to a conference room and gently knocked on the door. A female voice answered from inside: “Come in.”

When the door opened, she saw a man and a woman sitting inside. Yi Xian recognized the man—it was her former mentor, Xu He.

But the woman…

Yi Xian subtly observed her. She looked to be in her early thirties, exuding elegance and intelligence. She seemed approachable yet knew exactly where to draw the line.

The woman smiled and gestured for her to sit: “Miss Yi, please sit. I’m Yu Jiao, head of deva.”

Nervously, Yi Xian sat down, clutching her clothes.

“What do you want to ask me about?”

Yu Jiao adjusted her glasses and spoke gently: “We saw on your report that you encountered Bo Jingmo in your last instance. We’ve recently taken an interest in him, so we invited you here.”

Yi Xian blinked. Deva had this odd rule where every member had to fill out a questionnaire after completing an instance—listing players and a brief summary of the script.

So… this is how they used it?

Noticing Yi Xian’s unease, Yu Jiao handed her a glass of water and smiled: “No need to be nervous. You’ve passed our test. You’re one of us now—part of the deva family.”

Family, huh…

Yi Xian lowered her eyes, not saying much. She just replied softly: “I don’t know much about Bo Jingmo either. He doesn’t work with others. Always goes solo.”

Toward the end, he even teamed up with the female ghost.

“I know.” Yu Jiao set the report down, laced her fingers together, and asked, “You wrote in the report that Bo Jingmo turned into a ghost later and tricked the others with the NPC, is that right?”

Yi Xian hesitated, then shook her head: “I’m not sure. But he did listen to the female ghost a lot. He said his role was… her boyfriend.”

At those words, a flicker of surprise flashed in Rong Fan’s eyes behind her.

Yu Jiao also paused, then smiled: “Is that so? That’s a pretty unique role. So did he kill Ji Xun on her orders? Anything else unusual?”

Yi Xian thought carefully, “I don’t think so.”

“All right. Thank you for your help.”

Yu Jiao extended her hand lightly. “Welcome to deva.”

Yi Xian quickly shook it: “Thank you.”

Just then, someone else pushed the door open.

“Sorry I’m late.”

It was a young woman—pretty and refined, with light, natural makeup.

Her eyes swept over Yi Xian, then she sat down casually and said,

“So this is the one who ran into Bo Jingmo?”

If Yu Li were here, she would’ve recognized this girl instantly.

Her roommate—Mu Chengsi.