Chapter 9: You

Qi Yu's gaze slid along with Ling Wu's movements; as the setting sun shone down, he watched carefully—the fine down on the side of the youth's face, the raven-black eyelashes, the blue veins on his neck exposed when he lowered his head, and even the tips of his hair dyed gold by the light.

He did not know what kind of trick this rich young master was playing again.

It was clear he hated commoners so much.

In the Darkness private room, under the dim lights, that condescending, cold, and disgusted look, as if he were filthy, dirty trash.

Except for that cigarette burn on his collarbone, Ling Wu did not seem bad.

But with that cigarette burn on his collarbone, Ling Wu was bad.

Rich young masters always liked to toy with people's hearts.

Wasn't the current situation something he was happy to see happen?

Shen Zhaojue and Ling Wu biting each other like dogs just happened to save him the trouble; it was just a question of whether the pampered young master living in an ivory tower could defeat the mad dog raised by the Jing Family.

Let's wait and see.

A few girls from good families were touching up their makeup and said, "It really never stops for a second."

"Actually, Qi Yu is the type I like."

"Then why don't you get him to play with?"

The classroom returned to dead silence.

Shen Zhaojue stopped spinning his fountain pen; he looked at the snow-white nape of Ling Wu's neck, his tongue tip pressing against his back molars.

Ruining his business again.

He lifted his long legs and kicked the desk hard, drawing a harsh screeching sound against the floor; the student at the front desk was kicked right onto the ground and apologized obsequiously: "Spare me, Shen."

"Spare me, Shen..."

Shen Zhaojue glanced at Jiang Shun, who obediently cleared the way; he dragged his chair with one hand, the chair legs pulling a trail across the floor like the tip of a knife touching the ground.

He dragged the chair to Ling Wu's side and sat down in the aisle, unmoving, crossing his legs, his tone cold and hard: "Twice now."

"Ling Wu, you're doing this to spite me on purpose, aren't you?"

Ling Wu did not look at him and opened his book: "What are you referring to?"

The classroom was extremely quiet, a pin could be heard dropping; the rustling sound of page-turning rang in his ears, the youth's long fingers curled, flipping through the pages in the light, and Shen Zhaojue felt sparks of fire ignited in his heart by his flipping.

He slammed a palm onto Ling Wu's book: "Stop flipping, damn it, it's noisy as hell!"

Ling Wu pursed his lips, picked up Shen Zhaojue's sleeve with his index finger and thumb to rescue his book from the devil's claws, then smoothed out the creases with his hand, saying gently: "Don't ruin my book."

Shen Zhaojue: "........"

He was so angry he laughed.

"What the hell do you mean?" Shen Zhaojue said: "In Darkness, you had your fun, wouldn't let me bully this commoner, and then walked off with a sour face."

"Now you're going against me again, sitting next to this commoner—are you really not afraid he has Slums viruses on him?!"

"Or is it that you've taken a liking to him?"

Ling Wu was still fiddling with his book, not knowing if he had heard it or not.

Finally, he turned half of his body, his clear, cold eyes looking toward Shen Zhaojue, and asked: "So, are you unable to see that this is the only empty seat left in this classroom?"

"I've never seen anyone speak more acidly and meanly than you."

No, wait, I have.

Wei Ranxu is also acid and mean.

A few laughs erupted around them.

Shen Zhaojue's expression was dark and terrifying, and he said sinisterly: "Ling Wu, you will regret going against me."

The entire floor suddenly erupted into a frenzy.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The students in Class A also started screaming:

"Ahhhhh! It's Young Master Jin! So handsome, so handsome, so handsome..."

"Young Master Yu, did I see that right? It's really Young Master Yu. Did he just look at me? He really looked at me!!"

"Young Master Jing and Young Master Yin are actually here too? What kind of day is it today? Quick, look and see if my hair is messy, did my lipstick smudge?"

"I'm dizzy with happiness. I'm going to take a picture and post it on the forum. How long has it been since the forum updated with god-tier photos? It's simply a paradise for face-value addicts."

Seeing this lively scene, Ling Wu figured the teacher would likely not come to class; because he fell into the water yesterday and wore wet clothes for too long, he felt a bit dizzy today.

He asked Qi Yu with a bit of a nasal tone: "Qi Yu, do you have earphones?"

Qi Yu hadn't heard clearly due to the noise and leaned over to ask: "What did you say?"

"It's too noisy, I didn't hear clearly."

Seeing this, Ling Wu also leaned over, cupping one hand to his lips: "I said, did you bring earphones? If it's convenient, could you lend them to me for a moment."

Qi Yu looked at Ling Wu's cheek, which was inches away, and hesitated for a moment: "I do."

Outside the corridor.

Yu Shixue and the others strolled over; as they passed Class A, they glanced inside and saw Ling Wu resting his head on his hand, half-lying on the desk, his lips parting and closing, his eyes fixed on another person, saying something in an intimate manner.

It seemed that when they reached a happy part, that person revealed a beautiful smile.

It wasn't that Yu Shixue cared about Ling Wu, but the other party was simply too special; while a group of people were either stunned or fawningly raising their phones, following the herd effect to crane their necks and look outside the corridor, he was immersed in his own world.

The outside world's romance and beauty had nothing to do with him.

Clean and pure, unstained by frost or snow.

Yu Shixue saw the Black School Badge on Qi Yu's chest—a Special Student?

Tsk.

Things are truly getting more and more interesting.

Inside the Class A classroom.

Ling Wu had just prepared to put on the headphones Qi Yu had lent him when the classroom instantly fell silent.

"Knock! Knock!"

"May I disturb you for a moment?"

The girl in the front row saw Yin Huaiyu's handsome face and nodded excitedly: "Yes! Of course!"

Yin Huaiyu's pink hair was very striking; he wore a black jacket paired with a wine-red semi-sheer undershirt, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with a captivating smile, looking entirely dashing and debonair.

He looked in Ling Wu's direction and blinked: "Classmate Ling Wu, could you come out for a moment?"

Whispers broke out inside the classroom:

"Looking for Ling Wu?"

"How is it that Young Master Yin seems so familiar with Ling Wu too?"

"Didn't you see the forum yesterday? By the fountain, both Young Master Yu and Young Master Yin were there, and not only that, they both hugged him one after another..."

"Really? Is that true?"

"Absolutely true, there are pictures as proof."

That person immediately pulled out their phone to show the person next to them.

Ling Wu put down the headphones, walked to the classroom door, looked up, and asked: "Is there something you need?"

Yin Huaiyu didn't answer directly; he kept him in suspense, reached out to grab the young man's right hand, and ambiguously placed something into his palm: "Returning the item to its rightful owner."

Ling Wu looked down and realized it was the phone he had dropped into the artificial lake.

The Empire's technology was advanced, and the phone's waterproofing was excellent; even after soaking underwater for days and nights, it could still be used. He had asked Zhang Lijuan to have someone help him fish it out, but he hadn't expected Yin Huaiyu to have beaten them to it.

Ling Wu said sincerely: "Thank you!"

Yin Huaiyu placed his index finger on his lips: "It's not as simple as just saying thank you, you know. My people nearly turned the entire lake area upside down."

He leaned in: "At the very least, you should treat me to a meal."

Ling Wu nodded: "I will contact you once I've picked a restaurant."

Yin Huaiyu: "I'm free anytime."

After saying this, as if remembering something, he said maliciously: "Oh right, I had someone secretly dispose of the other phone."

"Isn't that satisfying?"

... The other one?

Ling Wu thought for a moment.

Wouldn't that be Wei Ranxu's phone?