Chapter 159: Who the Hell Is This Pathetic?

"Never heard of the Divine Tomb? You're definitely not from here." Ceng You leaned over the emerald-green bed rail, intrigued. "Come on, show us your talent."

Lin Dong shook his head, water spraying everywhere.

"Fuck, I'll show you a new way to get on the bed using the bar."

Saying this, Lin Dong gripped the rail with both hands, pushed hard, and leapt upward like a fish. He flipped backward onto the bed as if playing on a pull-up bar, leaving Ceng You astounded.

"Holy shit, that's awesome!" Ceng You exclaimed.

"Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

"I posted it in the group. Is that okay?" Ceng You marveled.

Lin Dong wanted to refuse, but Ceng You kept praising him nonstop. Halfway persuaded, he agreed—after all, he was fully dressed, unlike Ceng You, the underwear guy.

With this flashy moment, the group chat exploded.

Sun Zhicheng: "Dong Ge is this awesome?"

Luo Zhongping: "Awesome."

Yang Qiming: "Bro, you've become more outgoing since leaving the dorm."

Huang Cailang: "Dong Ge is awesome."

Jiang Nian: "When I still had hands in my last life, I did this too."

"Hahaha."

Huang Cailang: "【Image】Who's fighting downstairs in the cafeteria? So many people watching."

Lin Dong: "Isn't that Ji Jiayu?"

Yang Qiming: "You've got sharp eyes."

Inside the dorm.

Ceng You watched Lin Dong putting on his shoes and was taken aback.

"Where are you going?"

"To watch the show, damn it." Lin Dong didn't waste time, quickly slipped on his shoes. "You coming? If not, I'm leaving first."

Ceng You thought for a second, then rolled out of bed.

"Same here, same here."

On the cafeteria's second floor, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe stood by the railing, looking down at the quarrel below, watching more and more people crowd toward the entrance.

She took a photo and sent it to Jiang Nian.

"【Image】They're fighting. Lots of people watching."

After sending it, Jiang Nian replied.

"Keep probing, keep reporting."

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun pouted and typed back rapidly.

"I'm not your scout."

"That's called a scout, right?" Jiang Nian replied quickly—likely voice-to-text. "I'm gaming right now. You know how valuable a guy's reply is while gaming."

"Don't betray my trust. By the way, my record is 7-0-0."

Chen Yunyun pursed her lips, losing interest in the fight below.

"Oh, so you just farm kills?"

"What kind of thing is that to say? I hired a lawyer." Jiang Nian replied even faster, probably voice-to-text. "I carry the team flag—can you call that farming kills?"

Chen Yunyun giggled and sent a message.

"Wanna play together later? Bring Yuhe too."

Jiang Nian replied, "(Confused) Do elementary schoolers play? Doesn't she have parental controls?"

"Don't talk nonsense, she'll get mad if she hears that." Chen Yunyun replied. "We'll watch the show for a bit, then wash up and come find you to game?"

"OK."

Chen Yunyun put down her phone and turned to Wang Yuhe. She saw Wang Yuhe recording with her phone, zooming in tightly on Ji Jiayu below.

"Yuhe, your lip movement just now was that word, right?"

Resilient. Bitch. Resilient bitch.

No matter how you looked at it, Wang Yuhe held a grudge.

"This is her comeuppance. Do something wrong, you get scolded." Wang Yuhe turned, face serious. "Don't worry—I won't let her hear me scold her."

"Jiang Nian said it's rude to scold someone face-to-face; you should do it behind their back. Once the foul words leave your mouth, your heart is clean. Yunyun, don't worry—I know my limits."

Chen Yunyun was stunned, and now even less reassured.

And Jiang Nian—while I wasn't around, what the hell did he teach Yuhe? What kind of nonsense is it that scolding behind someone's back is polite, and that foul words make your heart clean?

This, this, this… she was dizzy.

She didn't know how to refute him, so she pulled out her phone and took a picture instead.

Below.

Lin Dong squeezed into the crowd like a stray dog, terrified of missing any detail. Like a reporter, he held his phone, recording.

"Move aside, move aside—inside is my classmate."

In the dark, human senses are weaker; people tend to instinctively obey whatever they hear. In daylight, the crowd would've shouted, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Classmate"? Even if you claimed to be Caiwen's mom, it wouldn't work.

But in the dark, in a crowd, even shouting, "Move aside—I'm Caiwen's mom!" would make someone instinctively step aside.

Ceng You thought it was absurd, but he was enjoying himself.

Heehee, watching the show.

Watching the drama of your own classmate? That's low emotional intelligence.

So what?

He's not my dad.

Ceng You didn't know how these thoughts had gotten into his head, or who had said them. They just popped up vivid and alive, and suddenly he felt completely justified.

No contradiction, but that doesn't mean I can't watch the show.

Low morals, so what?

North district dormitory cafeteria, third floor.

Yang Qiming was holding a bowl of wontons, perched on the third-floor railing, half his body practically hanging out.

Huang Cailang beside him was holding his own bowl, watching Yang Qiming with a trembling heart.

"Bro, maybe come back a bit? I'm afraid you'll fall."

"Fall my ass, can't you see clearly?" Yang Qiming held his bowl in one hand and pulled out his phone with the other. "Cailang, you going down to watch the show? I want to get right into the front lines."

These days, a guy in high school pulls out his phone to watch drama faster than he'd pull out a gun.

Huang Cailang didn't pull out his phone; he gave a thumbs-up by the window.

"Bro, you've got real awareness."

Downstairs, Ji Jiayu suddenly shouted impatiently.

"I already told you no, what exactly do you want!"

This couldn't help but remind Yang Qiming of his ex-girlfriend, whom he hadn't won back yet. The crematorium of chasing his wife—painful memories surfaced again, and he couldn't help but pitch his voice into a falsetto shout.

"Then prove it to me, huh!"

At these words, the crowd stirred.

Lin Dong pitched his voice and shouted, "Which dead sissy, come down here and die for this lady!"

"Oh!! So slutty!"

"Slutty! Who shouted that? So slutty!"

Yang Qiming didn't dare show his head, so he switched positions and shouted in a falsetto.

"You're the dead sissy! If you say come down, I'll come down—I'm not afraid of you!"

More people rushed out of their dorms, one after another starting to watch the show; people from the sports field also began gathering this way. The grade-level teachers and security guards arrived, blowing their whistles.

Several beams of flashlight cut through the night, shooting from the boys' dormitory building straight into the center of the crowd.

"Ah! What are you all watching! Louder!"

"Can't hear!"

A teacher was already shouting, "Don't gather here! Everyone back to the dorms!"

Fortunately, only Gao San students didn't have evening self-study, so the crowd wasn't too big. Once the teachers and security arrived, the crowd gradually dispersed.

The parties involved, Ji Jiayu and Yuan Zhengchuan, also vanished without a trace; the farce ended briefly.

The battle moved to Douyin.

Someone posted the footage with mosaics over faces, and it immediately got small-scale spread. Below was a pile of melon-eating and eye-stabbing comments, while the other half were sharing it.

Kaisai Lu: "What happened?"

Love Eating Dirt: "What are they doing, what happened!"

68-Year-Old Gorgeous Stepmother: "Looks like cheating, the girl cheated, I was right there at the scene!"

Year After Year: "Love for one person can't be hidden, but love for two—you'd better hide it well."

On the sports field, Wu Jun Gu had just finished breaking up with Yu Zhiyi.

"Let's just leave it here. Wishing you all the best."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Whistles and shouts kept coming from the dormitory building, but Wu Jun Gu's heart was like a pool of dead water. He just kept walking forward, expressionless, only feeling that everything around him was noisy.

In the darkness.

Yu Zhiyi stood motionless in the most hidden corner of the sports field. She watched Wu Jun Gu leave cleanly, just as cleanly as he had once arrived.

The blandness of parting, and the bland inquiry of their very first meeting, completed a closed loop.

She didn't know what to say; she just hummed in agreement. It wasn't as hard to bear as she'd imagined—her mind was still on the fact that she needed to fetch water tonight.

Tomorrow was Monday, and the test paper she had to hand in wasn't finished yet.

After standing for a while, Yu Zhiyi walked two laps around the sports field by herself; once she'd thought everything through, she went back to the dorm.

She was in the wrong, so let it be.

She had originally wanted to say that she could fetch water on her own now.

But there was no need to say it anymore—not parting from Qingshan, accompanying each other through everything. She could no longer say words like that; she just felt so, so tired, so let it be.

Wu Jun Gu walked back toward the dorm, his mood a little low.

He had already pushed himself to the limit; he could even tolerate Yu Zhiyi fooling around with other boys. But patience has its limits—he didn't know if what he'd done was right.

No answer—perhaps that was the best answer.

Day school to boarding school, fetching water, fighting and making up, fighting, cold war. His heart was already at the edge of breaking, no longer able to repair itself.

Then let it be.

Back at the dorm, Lin Dong had climbed onto Ceng You's bed; the two were laughing "hahaha" at their phones.

His roommate's rowdiness drove away a bit of the gloom in his heart, letting him catch his breath.

Wu Jun Gu silently took clothes from his suitcase to shower; when he came out and heard them discussing the news of Ji Jiayu's fight, he suddenly didn't feel so bad anymore.

At least he didn't have to fight, nor bear the pain.

Ceng You suddenly spoke up, "Wait, why does it feel like those two are about to make up!"

Lin Dong, who had just been laughing happily, immediately sat up.

"No way, damn it, I forwarded it to Old Liu."

Downstairs.

The homeroom teacher Old Liu felt the sky had collapsed. Damn it all, his own student had made it onto Douyin's local trending page.

Who the hell bought that Dou+ promotion?!

Convinced, truly convinced — he didn't dare look at the work group chat at all. The grade-level coordinator was nearly hanging himself in self-criticism; the wording was so harsh it was unprecedented.

Damn, even glancing at it would cost you years off your life.

Can a people's teacher walk on thin ice and still make it to the other shore?!

Are these students of his even human?! Just finished exams and already stirring up trouble — what kind of karmic lightning strike did he bring this on himself?!

These two students aren't even surnamed Qiu or Gao — they've pissed him off good.

Dorm inspection!

A thorough dorm inspection is a must!

Tomorrow he'll separate these two, transfer them to the class next door. If the homeroom teacher of Class 2 doesn't agree, then he'll report the couples in that class too — everyone dies together.

The world's gone mad. With this kind of dating going on, his rice bowl is about to be gone.

"Huh, isn't this our school?" Xu Qianqian said, doing homework while scrolling Douyin and chatting with Song Xiyun on the side, in a great mood.

"Really? You saw that video too?" Jiang Nian pretended to be surprised, backing out of the Dou+ promotion page — he'd been so moved earlier he couldn't help spending money.

Good things should be seen by more people, including the school leadership. He set the target area directly, pouring it onto Zhen South Street, where the leaders were most densely packed.

Had to admit, that was a bit much.

But there was no helping it — he was just shamelessly without limits, loved adding fuel to the fire most of all.

"Yeah, from the comments it looks like the girl cheated." Xu Qianqian frowned. "But some people say no, just a couple having their usual argument."

"Then I think the rumor-mongers are going a bit far — cheating shouldn't be the case." Jiang Nian had zero psychological pressure; he hadn't taken part in any rumor-mongering.

"True, I see it's already at five hundred likes." Xu Qianqian said while watching. "Wonder which class they're in — the homeroom teacher must be going crazy."

After saying that, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and yawned.

"I'll head back first, you get some sleep early too." Jiang Nian stood up, making as if to leave.

Xu Qianqian really was sleepy too. She rubbed her eyes and nodded.

"Okay."

Click — the door closed. Xu Qianqian tidied up in the living room for a while, then went to wash up. Staring at the bathroom mirror, she examined herself carefully.

Was she not pretty enough?

Girls' dormitory.

Chen Yunyun had just finished showering. She climbed onto Wang Yuhe's bed, and together with Wang Yuhe they opened their games one after another.