Chapter 71: What exactly does Ling Wu care about?

Sike Academy.

When Ling Wu walked into Class A, many people looked over; since the last arts festival, almost the entire forum had been discussing him, but no one expected the person in question to take leave afterward, not coming to the Academy for many days in a row, and even that Special Student, Qi Yu, had taken leave as well.

Shen Zhaojue looked up and saw Ling Wu had arrived, walking straight to Qi Yu's seat and asking as if no one else were there: "Why did you take leave?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out his hand, preparing to use the back of it to test the temperature of Ling Wu's forehead: "Are you sick with a fever?"

"Slap!"

Ling Wu swatted his hand away and said indifferently: "I'm not sick."

"Oh." Shen Zhaojue rested his elbows on the desk, propping up half his face with his palm, his body leaning slightly as he looked lazily at Ling Wu's profile: "How come you took leave, and Qi Yu followed suit?"

He leaned closer to Ling Wu and said: "Is it because you were afraid that if you weren't here, I would give him trouble?"

Ever since Ling Wu and Qi Yu parted ways at Maple Forest Avenue, they hadn't been in contact on their phones; he tilted his head and asked Shen Zhaojue: "Qi Yu took leave?"

"I have no idea."

"No idea? Is that so..." Shen Zhaojue gave a light "tsk," his gaze wandering over Ling Wu's face as if caressing it, his thin lips curling: "I thought you were with him."

"It seems your relationship isn't that great after all, since you didn't even know he took leave."

The expression on Shen Zhaojue's face seemed to show he was in a very good mood; the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with smiles, and his slender fingertips tapped lightly on the desk, emitting a dull sound.

"Our relationship is alright." Ling Wu's voice lacked warmth, his speaking pace very slow: "Just ordinary friends, he doesn't need to tell me everything."

He said it straightforwardly and candidly.

Shen Zhaojue said again: "Qi Yu..."

Ling Wu closed the book in his hand, his expression very puzzled: "Shen Zhaojue, since you care about Qi Yu so much, why do you still bully him?"

"Huh?!" Shen Zhaojue slammed the table and stood up: "Me, caring about him?!"

"Can't you tell that I'm caring about you?"

People in Class A looked toward the commotion, casting their gazes over.

"What's wrong?"

"They aren't going to start a fight, are they?"

"What's the situation, is Shen trying to get attention from my wife Ling Wu again?"

Bai Yinan's eyes lit up; the opportunity had arrived: "Ahem!"

He walked over quickly, pushed Shen Zhaojue away, and shielded Ling Wu behind him, his figure tall and upright: "Shen Zhaojue, what are you doing? Trying to bully Ling Wu again!"

Shen Zhaojue stared coldly at him, saying with clear articulation: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Which eye saw me bullying him?"

Last time, when they were playing Truth or Dare in the private room, Bai Yinan had been tricked and cajoled, and afterward, he felt so sorry for Ling Wu that he swore to make amends and protect him next time.

Bai Yinan refused to be outdone: "You didn't bully him? Then why are you yelling at him? Didn't nine years of compulsory education teach you how to speak properly and be humble and patient?"

"Do you think you haven't bullied enough people?"

"Your heart is smaller than the tip of a needle."

After saying this, Bai Yinan made a gesture with his pinky finger.

Ling Wu watched the two confront each other; although he didn't understand it at all, he chose to respect it.

He silently retreated far away.

"Damn it!" Shen Zhaojue tilted his chin toward Wei Ranxu, his eyes sharp, signaling him to chime in: "Wei Ranxu, you saw everything clearly from the back, you tell me, did I bully Ling Wu or not?"

Ever since their ship of friendship capsized, the two could be described as being in a state of "never seeing each other again."

Wei Ranxu, of course, chose to stay out of it, even adding fuel to the fire, a wicked arc forming on his lips: "Hey, I say Shen, stop bullying our little front-desk neighbor."

Three men make a play.

Acting straight until you cry.

When Ming Tan walked into Class A, it was this kind of silent atmosphere; he had been feeling a bit dazed these past few days and, for once, didn't notice the gunpowder in the air.

Ming Tan walked toward the standing Ling Wu, took out that bank card, and handed it to him, feeling a bit of lingering fear: "Qi Yu told me to return the money to you in full... Thanks."

Money?

Ling Wu had almost forgotten about this small sum of money he had lent out; he calmly put the bank card away: "Mm."

【The male supporting character is reacting so calmly!】

【After the villain found out this money was borrowed by Ming Tan from the male supporting character, he took leave and went to the Underground Boxing Arena, fighting in the ring day and night, and got seriously injured.】

【I can understand the villain; after all, he doesn't want to have financial disputes with the person he likes.】

【Male supporting character, hurry and go check on the villain; he's going to die...】

【Why is our villain's life so bitter? It's truly unbelievable! A slap from the boxing arena boss, two slaps from the bully, and the author uses the Xianglong Shiba Zhang!】

【Looking at the male supporting character's expression, I feel like he had long forgotten about the 1 million he lent out; after all, he can't even count the zeros in his own bank account, so 1 million is basically like pocket change for a beggar.】

【The poor villain doesn't dare tell anyone, has no one to rely on, and after earning the money, the first thing he does is threaten Ming Tan to return it to his wife, then hides away to lick his wounds in silence.】

【I'm a beggar, let's go spend the male supporting character's money together!】

After returning the bank card, Ming Tan walked to his own seat.

Shen Zhaojue and Bai Yinan both looked at Ling Wu at the same time, one pulling on the sleeve of his left arm, the other tugging at the sleeve of his right arm, eyes wide, saying in unison: "Why are you still lending them money?!"

Ling Wu: "Is there a problem?"

Bai Yinan shook his head hurriedly: "No, no."

He looked at the youth's profile.

As expected of the beautiful, kind-hearted, and all-talented classmate Ling Wu!

Shen Zhaojue's tone was idle as he teased: "Softie."

"You lend money to those low-lifes, they might not appreciate it, and they'll even self-righteously think you're using money to humiliate them; you won't get any gratitude at all."

Gratitude?

The playfulness in Ling Wu's eyes swept across his face, carrying a sharpness that could not be ignored, and the answer given was quite thought-provoking: "What use is their repayment to me?"

Things that are worthless.

Does he need the repayment of ants?

He does not.

There is even less need!

Everyone only needs to know their place and do what a chess piece should do; as for the direction of the chessboard, that should be managed by the chess player.

Shen Zhaojue saw a trace of mockery in Ling Wu's eyes, and he realized belatedly that this cold and elegant youth seemed to have never truly regarded those people at all.

Because they were never in his eyes.

Therefore, he was indifferent and didn't care in the slightest.

He began to wonder, what exactly does Ling Wu care about?