Chapter 111: Well then, it

Yin Huaiyu spun a matte-textured pistol with his index finger, his right hand lazily tucked inside his school uniform jacket. With his tall stature and long legs, he quickly bypassed the crowd and walked to Ling Wu's side.

"Standing alone in the corner, are you waiting for me?" Yin Huaiyu embraced him from behind, his arms draped from behind Ling Wu over his shoulders, then crossed and hanging down in front of his chest. The pistol swayed twice on his index finger, the arc it traced somewhat dangerous.

His tone was intimate: "Good brother."

Jin Shaoyu returned from the vending machine with a bottle of mineral water, only to see Yin Huaiyu's hugging and holding actions toward Ling Wu; the former's behavior was ambiguous.

The latter's expression was indifferent.

His slender fingers squeezed the mineral water bottle, causing it to emit a crisp sound.

Ling Wu received many gazes, his clenched fist silently loosening again, and he asked him coldly: "Have you hugged enough?"

"Not enough," Yin Huaiyu said ambiguously, "I could never hug enough."

"Yin Huaiyu, do you have no sense of boundaries with everyone?"

Yin Huaiyu: "Of course not."

"Brother, I only want to have close contact with you."

Jin Shaoyu had just approached when he was sent reeling by this sentence, "I only want to have close contact with you," seeing stars. A surge of intense anger made him forget how he had walked over, and the power erupting from his arm pushed Yin Huaiyu away: "Get the hell away from Ling Wu!"

Ling Wu merely patted his shoulder where Yin Huaiyu had touched him, calm and composed, without any superfluous emotional fluctuations.

Yin Huaiyu was pushed until he stumbled.

After seeing clearly that the person who had come was Jin Shaoyu, he shrugged innocently.

Jin Shaoyu glared at Ling Wu, twisted his shoulder around, pointed a finger at Yin Huaiyu, and said sternly: "Get away from this pink-haired guy!"

"Do you think he's any good?!"

Yin Huaiyu disapproved: "Shao Yu, how can you smear my reputation so casually?"

Jin Shaoyu turned his head abruptly and roared at him: "Shut your mouth!"

"He is not someone you can mess around with!"

Yin Huaiyu found it incredible and lowered his voice: "When did I mess around?"

Jin Shaoyu glanced at the surrounding environment, grabbed Yin Huaiyu by the collar, and dragged him toward the Shooting Range's Rest Room. His black pupils were like quiet pools of water, terrifyingly cold, his forearms tensed with bulging muscles: "You come with me!"

"Bang!"

The door to the Rest Room closed.

Jin Shaoyu threw him against the wall: "Yin Huaiyu, what exactly do you mean? I treat you like a brother, and you're trying to hit on my brother?!"

With a cold face, he punched Yin Huaiyu in the face: "Are you crazy!"

Yin Huaiyu took the punch head-on and stumbled, half his face instantly going numb. He slowly raised his eyes, that pair of peach-blossom eyes cold as frost, his tongue tip pressing against his back molars: "What the hell did I mess around with? Jin Shaoyu, what kind of madness are you having!"

"If you care so much about Ling Wu, go say it to his face! Go curry favor with him! Why are you putting on an act in front of me? Is it meaningful?"

Jin Shaoyu sneered: "What did you mess around with?"

"That ex-boyfriend you found, what was his name again... Xie Qingge! Put your hand on your heart and tell me, who are you looking at when you find your little lovers? Do you think I can't tell? I really can't believe it, you're still into this substitute act! Do you really think everyone is stupid and can't see through your little schemes!"

"I was too lazy to care about you, but now you're getting carried away, aren't you!"

Yin Huaiyu rolled up his sleeves and wrestled with him: "What the hell does it have to do with you! I broke up with that Xie Qingge in less than a week, I didn't even hold his hand, and you're bringing that up!"

"What are you acting so tough for!"

The two of them traded blows, fist to flesh.

The chairs in the Rest Room were knocked all over the floor.

The slightly open collar revealed a small part of Jin Shaoyu's chest. The youth suddenly raised his eyes, his sharp gaze like a layer of cold ice mist, and he said: "Just because he is my brother!"

"And you say it has nothing to do with me!"

Yin Huaiyu licked the blood from the corner of his lip. With the lingering ferocity still on his face, he slowly turned his head, narrowed his peach-blossom eyes in surprise, his beautiful face looking sinister, and bloomed a smile full of hidden meaning at him: "Well then, it's your brother I'm messing with."

Silence for several seconds.

The whole room felt as if thick ink had been dripped into it.

Jin Shaoyu retorted: "Why didn't your dad shoot you on the wall back then!"

Yin Huaiyu shook his jacket, stretched out his long legs, sat on the sofa, and lazily opened his arms: "If my dad had shot me on the wall, then who would give your brother a home?"

Jin Shaoyu grabbed an ashtray and threw it at him.

"Bang!"

The ashtray hit the ground and shattered into pieces!

Yin Huaiyu dodged to the side, slowly patted the dust off his shoulder, and only then did his gaze fall unhurriedly onto Jin Shaoyu.

Yin Huaiyu: "Shao Yu, do you think you care about your brother? You say I'm no good, but don't forget, birds of a feather flock together; are you any better?"

"When your brother was being bullied, where were you? You were drinking, you were street racing... You were just watching coldly; what are you throwing a tantrum for?"

"Without your cold eyes and your indulgence, would Ling Wu have been looked down upon at school?"

"You're putting on such a serious act in front of me now, pretending to care so much about Ling Wu, now you know he's your brother? When Ling Wu was cornered outside the school by that group of people called by Shen Zhaojue and the others, what were you doing? Oh... you were street racing with me at Nanshan at that time. If Ling Wu didn't have some real skills, what do you think that group would have done to him?"

As Yin Huaiyu spoke, he gazed at the person in front of him: "I don't need to tell you what Ling Wu looks like."

The Empire also favors men.

Jin Shaoyu's face turned deathly pale. This time, the blade of words struck him unstoppably, and every pain in his chest made him clearly realize that his past indifference and every word he said to Ling Wu were so cruel.

Only when the same knife stabbed him full of holes did he finally admit his mistake and bow his head.

"You... what did you say?"

Jin Shaoyu was distraught, asking for confirmation as if he had gone mad: "What group of people cornered him outside the school, when! Tell me clearly!"

Yin Huaiyu looked at him as if he were pathetic, smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, and said in a serious tone: "I've said what I needed to say... Shao Yu, actually, among us, the one who has always been beyond saving is you."

"You never realize what it is you actually want."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and patted Jin Shaoyu on the shoulder.

He opened the door of the Rest Room and walked out.

Jin Shaoyu seemed to lose all his strength; he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the floor, drawing up his two long, slender legs and burying his head in his knees just as he did when he was a child, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes and streaming down his cheeks, some gathering at the tip of his nose, while the rest of the tears fell drop by drop into his heart.