Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Zhuang Li came back carrying a chair and looked at the books neatly piled on the table
His lover in this world seemed to have a twisted personality. He appeared impatient on the surface but was very attentive when helping with things.
“My name is Zhuang Li, what’s your name?” After sitting down, Zhuang Li turned his head and looked straight at the boy, with his hand stretched out in front of him, waiting for a friendly response.
Zhong Xingyun, who was sitting on the other side of the aisle, watched the two of them intently. He really wanted to know how Young Master Si would treat Zhuang Li, whether he would open his heart or continue to close himself off.
Si Ming said impatiently: “What’s my name got to do with you?”
He moved his arms, trying to open the hand under his eyelids, but his brain kept giving orders, however his body did not obey.
Zhuang Li kept his hand outstretched waiting, but his expression became very lonely: “Do you look down on me too? Do you think I’m a poor guy, a burden, and an inferior? I thought you were a new student and would be less prejudiced against me, but I didn’t expect——”
He shook his head and sighed as he withdrew his hand, his tone sad: “Forget it, I thought too much. I’ll change my seat back now.” As he spoke, he went to move the table away.
Si Ming was anxious now and quickly pulled his hand over and shook it vigorously, saying in a muffled voice: “I don’t look down on you, you don’t have to move away. My name is Si Ming.”
Zhuang Li curled his thin lips, and the sadness on his face was immediately replaced by a bright smile.
To be honest, his expression changed very quickly, so it inevitably looked a bit fake, but Si Ming was stunned, his eyes glued to his face which suddenly became extremely colorful, as if he had lost his soul.
Seeing that Young Master Si was dealt with by Zhuang Li in just a few moves and he still looked so stupid, Zhong Xingyun couldn’t help but hold his forehead with his hand.
Zhuang Li took out his pencil case, exercise books, test papers and other things from the drawer and said casually, “My name is Li, and your name is Ming. Our names are really interesting.”
“What’s so interesting about it?” Si Ming asked subconsciously, but his eyes were still glued to the little curly-haired boy.
“Ming originally meant darkness and obscurity, which was later extended to mean ignorance and misunderstanding. Later, it was gradually extended to mean deep and profound and also referred to the underworld where people go after death. Ming is a chaotic word and also an ominous word.”
After hearing this, Si Ming’s face darkened, and his soul and spirit that had been taken away by the little curly-haired boy finally returned.
“Are you mocking me?” His expression was fierce and gloomy, and his two big hands were clenched into fists, pressing hard on the table, as if he would suddenly attack someone at any time.
It was obvious that these words hurt him deeply.
Zhong Xingyun got nervous. He secretly raised his butt and sat in the air, ready to jump out to save the outspoken little curly-haired boy.
Zhuang Li put things in place slowly, with a faint smile on his face: “Li originally meant that a workshop processes rough stones dug from the mountains into beautiful jade, making it into an artifact with a shape and style. Later, it was extended to mean governance and cooking, and gradually extended to mean order, texture, and reason. Li is a clear word, and it is also a word that indicates brightness.”
At this point, Zhuang Li looked back at Si Ming and said slowly, “If you understand it this way, then our names match well, don’t they? You are Ming, and I am Li. Once we meet, all confusion will become clear; all irrationality will become rational; all chaos and darkness will become light and hope. It seems like we were born to sit together.”
Zhuang Li moved closer, looked straight into his lover’s eyes, and smiled, “Just by looking at our names, you can tell that we are destined to be together. Don’t you think so?”
Si Ming, who was originally full of anger and felt very hurt, was now stunned and confused, not knowing how to react. A very secret and strong joy came over him, making his face stiff and his limbs numb.
He hadn’t smiled for three years, so when he truly felt joy at this moment, he forgot how to express it.
“It’s not that we are destined to be together. We just happen to be in the same class.” He slowly loosened his clenched fists, then quickly hid them under the table, rubbing them back and forth against his legs, trying to wipe off the thin layer of sweat on his palms.
The sweat was not from anger, but from the sudden throbbing. His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.
Zhong Xingyun, who originally thought that Young Master Si would hit someone, said: “…”
Now he was really impressed by this classmate Zhuang Li! He was indeed a god of learning, and even his words to coax people were so superb! This method of first suppressing and then praising was too experienced, and Young Master Si was stunned.
Seeing that his lover’s expression was still as cold as ever, but his ears were red as blood, Zhuang Li introduced himself again: “Hello, my name is Zhuang Li, I’m seventeen years old. Would you like to be my deskmate?”
“Hello, my name is Si Ming, I’m eighteen years old, and I do.” Si Ming nodded quickly, his voice hoarse.
He did not realize that he had been led into a ditch by Zhuang Li, but the classmates next to him almost burst out laughing.
What does “I do” mean? Does this “sleepyhead” think he is at a wedding? Hahaha, so funny!
Zhong Xingyun: “…”
He dared to guarantee that this classmate Zhuang Li was deliberately teasing Young Master Si! His scheming and cunningness were just like playing with mud when dealing with Young Master Si. He crushed him in an instant!
F**k you! Si Ming, can you be more motivated? Zhong Xingyun shouted in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face. Meeting Zhuang Li in the last semester of senior year of high school may be a good thing for Si Ming’s dead heart as it caused it to ripple. After all, Si Ming’s time was running out.
Zhong Xingyun turned his head away, not wanting Zhuang Li to notice his red eyes.
At the same time, Xiu Yue turned his head and silently looked at the lively Si Ming. His eyes changed several times and finally turned into a sneer.
Teng Xuan also looked towards the back row, then gave Xiu Yue a look.
The two had a silent, brief exchange, so fast that others had no time to notice.
The bell rang, and the physics teacher walked into the classroom. He was slightly startled when he saw that Zhuang Li had changed his seat, but then he began to teach without a word of blame. This was the preference that only good students had.
Then the whole class realized more clearly that the plundering diary and the exam video in the office were both real.
Teng Xuan, the academic genius, was beaten by Zhuang Li, the academic scumb*g.
Although no one said anything, they were all laughing in their hearts, and occasionally cast mocking glances at Teng Xuan. Even the physics teacher would occasionally glance at him, with a critical and scrutinizing look in his eyes.
Teng Xuan felt extremely uncomfortable and tormented, and he really wanted to disappear right there. He finally understood what it felt like to be bullied in school.
After finally finishing the class, his back was wet with cold sweat.
Fang Yibo and Huang Zhe gathered together and made a plan in a low voice: “How about this, I will go to Zhuang Li with a can of Coke, and you will rush over from behind to play with me. I will pour the Coke on Zhuang Li’s head and wet him. Then, to apologize, we will take him out shopping and give him some new clothes as compensation.”
“Both men and women like luxury goods. I don’t believe he wouldn’t be tempted if we bought him clothes worth thousands of dollars.”
Fang Yibo: “Of course he will be tempted! His mother has never bought him a set of good clothes. He only wears Teng Xuan’s old clothes. He looks like a beggar. He must be feeling depressed.”
Huang Zhe said proudly: “That’s how I picked up my ex-girlfriend.”
Fang Yibo enthusiastically suggested: “When we accompany him shopping, we can start a live broadcast and record his psychological changes. Take him to a luxury store, throw out a credit card, and say ‘buy whatever you like’. I don’t believe that he won’t be touched at all.”
“Hahaha, we can even deliberately pick out a few particularly ugly clothes for him to try on and do a live cross-dressing show. The audience will surely enjoy watching it.”
“It would be best if it was something that was neither male nor female, like fishnet tops, see-through tops, short shorts, low-waist pants, etc.”
“Oh no, the image has come to my mind! A peerless demon man!”
Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo burst into laughter and even filmed a trailer of the conversation and posted it on the live broadcast platform.
The platform was a foreign website and one had to use a VPN to view it. The relevant domestic authorities had no jurisdiction over it, yet they allowed their live broadcast themes to pass review and even gave them a strong recommendation list.
Fans were attracted by the trailer and flocked into the live broadcast room, eagerly waiting for the exciting moment.
….
Si Ming “slept” the whole class as usual, with his coat covering his head, his face turned towards the little curly-haired boy and staring at the other person with his eyes open.
He couldn’t see anything through the thick cloth, but the unique scent of Xiao Curly lingered in his nose, making him feel at ease. The darkness indulged his imagination, so every time he blinked, Xiao Curly’s bright smiling face flashed in his mind, making him smile involuntarily.
Hearing the sound of Xiao Curly moving the chair, he quickly opened his coat and whispered, “Don’t leave yet, I want to show you something.”
“What?” Zhuang Li, who had deliberately made a loud noise with his chair, stood still. He had no intention of leaving.
“Someone wants to play a trick on you, look at this.” Si Ming handed over his cell phone and headphones.
Zhuang Li put on his headphones and silently watched the live broadcast of the four-person group’s bet on the rooftop, and also read the ambiguous diaries posted on the forum, without any special expression on his face.
Si Ming warned seriously: “Next time when they come to see you, don’t go out with them.”
“Do all the students in the school know about this?” Zhuang Li returned the phone and headphones and asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Everyone knows. That forum requires real identity registration and invitation code verification. All students in the school can enter, except you. They have blocked you. Ignore them, they are a bunch of garbage!” Si Ming frowned in disgust.
“Now that you’ve told me this secret, will they cause trouble to you if they can’t finish the game?” Zhuang Li deliberately showed a worried expression.
Si Ming sneered disdainfully: “They don’t dare to mess with me.”
Zhuang Li nodded thoughtfully at first, then raised his red lips, slowly approached the boy, breathed hot air close to his ear, chuckled and said: “Then I will tell you a secret, Red Falcon is me, I know everything.”
Si Ming was stunned for a long time before he realized what the little curly-haired boy said, and he couldn’t help but look at the other person with wide eyes.
He never expected that the victim, Xiao Curly, was actually the most hidden boss.
Zhuang Li put his hands on his shoulders and pressed slightly, watching his ears quickly turn red with a smile, then he put his index finger against his lips and whispered in a very ambiguous tone: “Shh, don’t tell anyone, this is our secret.”
Si Ming: “…Okay, okay.”
His voice was hoarse, his face was still cool, but smoke had started coming out of his ears.
Just then, Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo came running over, playing and joking, and with a flip of their wrists, they poured a can of Coke on Zhuang Li’s head.
Si Ming tried to stop them, but half of his body suddenly became paralyzed. In order to protect him, Xiao Curly didn’t dodge to the side, but used his body to block the splashing Coke.
When Si Ming finally regained consciousness, the little curly-haired boy’s head was covered with cola, and his school uniform was also soaked, making him feel sticky and uncomfortable.
Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo quickly apologized and said they would take Xiao Curly out to buy clothes.
Before the curly-haired boy could say anything, Si Ming kicked the table away, stepped out, grabbed Huang Zhe by the collar, and punched him hard in the face, cursing, “F**k you, little bast**d! Do you think I’m blind? You can turn your wrist 180 degrees without doing it? Can the Coke be soaked so thoroughly? I can’t stand rubbish like you, you’re asking for a beating!”
After he finished speaking, he punched him hard a few more times.
Fang Yibo tried to stop Si Ming, but was kicked to the ground, knocking over several tables.
The students around screamed and scattered but did not run out of the classroom. Instead, they stood not far away and watched the show.
What was even more tragic was that Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo’s lackeys were standing outside with their mobile phones in hand, broadcasting the event live.
So tens of thousands of their fans witnessed the two idols being beaten like dogs.
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