Chapter 6 Since you don't want to be human, then let's...

When Wen Yu arrived at the tutoring location, her body aching, she was nearly two hours late.

Standing in front of the villa, Wen Yu suppressed her unease and made sure the turtleneck sweater was properly covering her neck before ringing the doorbell.

Gu Muyan opened the door, dressed in a casual sweatshirt set, with a warm smile on her face: "Sister Xiaoyu, you're here, please come in."

"My sister was just talking about you, saying why you haven't arrived yet."

Wen Yu felt a warmth in her heart, but then felt extremely guilty for being late.

She walked into the living room and, sure enough, saw Gu Muqing coming out of the kitchen, carrying a cup of hot water.

"Wen Yu, you've finally arrived."

Gu Muqing handed the water glass to Wen Yu, his familiar tone full of concern: "I thought something had happened to you, I was just about to call you. Sit down and rest, you don't look well."

Gu Muqing's familiarity and concern made Wen Yu feel more relaxed, but also more embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, something came up this morning and I was delayed."

"It's alright, it's alright. Everyone has emergencies sometimes. Xiao Yan will understand, right?"

Gu Muqing patted his sister's shoulder with a smile, but his gaze lingered for a second on Wen Yu's slightly pale face and her inappropriate turtleneck sweater.

"That's right, that's right."

Gu Muyan grabbed Wen Yu's wrist and led her towards the tutoring room: "Let's go, Sister Xiaoyu, let's go study."

"good."

Gu Muyan has a good foundation and often grasps things very quickly.

In addition, Wen Yu explained things very seriously, and the atmosphere was very harmonious when the two tutored each other. It was also a rare moment for Wen Yu to immerse herself in the learning and relax.

"Look here, the auxiliary lines... right..."

When discussing one of the more difficult math problems, Wen Yu leaned forward, pointing to the key points of the problem with her finger and patiently explaining it.

Perhaps due to the slightly large movement, the neckline of the turtleneck sweater tilted forward slightly, causing a small, ambiguous red mark to be faintly visible on Wen Yu's fair neck.

Unfortunately, this happened to Gu Muqing, who was looking down at her phone.

Gu Muqing's gaze sharpened slightly.

But she didn't say anything, she just silently looked away.

The counseling session ended two hours later.

There were only two hours left before afternoon classes started.

Wen Yu politely declined the invitation to stay for lunch.

She had a professional class in the afternoon and had to go back to her dormitory to get her books and notes.

"Xiaoyu, next time come earlier, let's eat cake together, okay?"

Fourteen-year-old Gu Muyan held Wen Yu's wrist with a sweet smile: "I was planning to wait until after tutoring today so that you could take us to eat some cakes. There's a new handmade cake shop near my house, and the cakes are really delicious."

Looking at Gu Muyan's innocent and unguarded smile, Wen Yu felt increasingly relaxed and cheerful.

She wasn't actually very good at interacting with people, but Gu Muyan was young and innocent, and her bright eyes were full of sparkling stars in the sunlight, without any gloom.

This is what Wen Yu longs for.

So Wen Yu nodded gently and whispered a single word: "Okay."

"Then it's settled."

"See you the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Wen Yu nodded, said goodbye to the two sisters, and walked towards the bicycle parked at the gate of the courtyard.

The midday sun dappled through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on her.

Wen Yu rode her bicycle, and the bike slowly entered the tree-lined path.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting Wen Yu's long, ink-black hair, which flowed like a waterfall. The hem of her pure white knitted sweater was also lifted by the wind, outlining the girl's slender waist and thin but straight back.

Wen Yu rode her bicycle, gradually disappearing into the distance amidst the interplay of light and shadow, like a flowing scroll of youth.

But only she knew that such a gentle breeze and relaxed, comfortable time was rare and precious.

As Wen Yu's figure disappeared around the street corner, a low-key black sedan slowly drove out from under the shade of the trees opposite Gu Muyan's house.

Shen Jinhuai, sitting in the back seat, stared intently in the direction Wen Yu had left.

The information reported by Gu Muqing flashed through his mind.

A restrained darkness surged within the man's deep eyes.

After a long while, he finally ordered the car to start and quietly merge into the traffic.

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After leaving the tutoring place, Wen Yu did not immediately return to her dormitory.

She first went into a quiet coffee shop on the back street of the school, found a corner seat, and sat down, staring out the window for a long time.

The Americano in my hand had gone cold, and the bitter taste spread from the tip of my tongue to my heart.

As the sycamore leaves outside the window rustled in the wind, Wen Yu pushed open the door of the coffee shop, rode her bicycle into the school gate, and returned to her dormitory.

With only half an hour left before class, she needed to go back to her dormitory to get her "History of Western Art" and art books.

Pushing open the dormitory door, Cheng Yaxue, who was surrounded by her three roommates, was chatting and laughing. She was touching up her lipstick in front of the makeup mirror.

On their table were newly bought milk tea and imported snacks. When Wen Yu came in, their laughter stopped abruptly, and an unspoken sense of rejection filled the air.

Cheng Yaxue comes from a family with some money and usually enjoys making sarcastic remarks to Wen Yu.

At this moment, she crossed her legs and looked Wen Yu up and down with a malicious gaze.

Upon noticing Wen Yu wearing a turtleneck sweater, Cheng Yaxue's lips curled into a malicious smile.

"Oh my, look who's back! It's our busy Miss Wen. She's always elusive, and she didn't come home all night last night. What's she up to? Did she go to work part-time?"

Cheng Yaxue deliberately emphasized the words "work-study program," then changed the subject with a sarcastic tone: "Oh dear, she hasn't come back all night. Could it be... that she really went to do some shady work-study program? Tsk tsk... I wonder what the boys in our college would think if they knew that their pure and innocent crush was so open in private."

Before Cheng Yaxue could finish speaking, the other two girls burst into exaggerated laughter.

Wen Yu, who had just received the book and was about to leave, paused in her tracks.

She gripped the book tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

But he remained silent for a moment before preparing to leave.

She didn't want to engage in pointless arguments.

Seeing Wen Yu remain silent, Cheng Yaxue became angry and stood up abruptly from her chair, quickly going to the door to block her way.

Cheng Yaxue pointed her finger at Wen Yu's nose: "Wen Yu, I'm talking to you, are you fucking deaf? No, who are you trying to impress with that awful look of someone who's lost their parents? Oh right, I forgot, you're just uneducated, no wonder you're so ill-mannered, all you do is spread your legs for men..."

*Smack!*

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on Cheng Yaxue's face, instantly interrupting her unfinished string of foul language.

For a moment, the entire dormitory was deathly silent.

After a while,

"You, you hit me?"

Cheng Yaxue covered her cheek where Wen Yu had slapped her, her eyes wide with disbelief: "You fucking dare to hit me? You..."

“Cheng Yaxue, I warned you to watch your mouth. You didn’t have parents to teach you how to speak like a human being, so I don’t mind disciplining you on behalf of your parents.”

Wen Yu met Cheng Yaxue's astonished and sinister gaze, slowly withdrew her hand, her chest heaving slightly, but her eyes were as cold as ice.

Seeing that Cheng Yaxue was about to retort, Wen Yu glanced at the designer brands on Cheng Yaxue's clothes and said expressionlessly, "At least, I'm saving money on my own. Every penny I earn is purer than yours. Unlike you..."

"Besides gossiping like a long-tongued woman and sucking your parents' blood like a parasite to buy counterfeit goods, what else can you do? Cheng Yaxue, is your life so barren that all you have left?"

After saying that, Wen Yu stopped looking at Cheng Yaxue's shocked and bewildered face, and also ignored her two other roommates who were dumbfounded.

Clutching the books she needed, she left the dormitory without looking back.

The door was closed behind Wen Yu.

A few seconds later, Cheng Yaxue, who was a beat slow to react, burst out from inside the door with the sound of her angrily smashing things and screaming out of control.

Outside the door, Wen Yu leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling.

She looked down at the book in her arms, her eyes reddening as she tried to control herself.

After a long while, she hugged the book tightly, took a step, and left.

During the afternoon classes, Wen Yu ignored Cheng Yaxue's vicious gaze.

She attended class quietly, and after class, she had a simple dinner, found a quiet study room, and studied until almost lights out before going home.

However, upon opening the dormitory door, a pungent smell, a mixture of cheap perfume and milk tea, wafted out.

Wen Yu suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next moment, she saw that her bed had been completely destroyed.

Her bed's pillows, blankets, and sheets were splattered with sticky, colorful milk tea pearls, and covered with obscene words like "slut" and "only knows how to spread her legs" written on them with Wen Yu's paint.

Wen Yu's suitcase, which she had placed under the bed, was also forcibly pried open, and the few pieces of clothing inside were cut into pieces and scattered everywhere like trash.

What made Wen Yu's heart stop was that her precious sketchbook, which was filled with inspiration materials, was also completely torn to shreds, and all the lines she had drawn and the bursts of inspiration she had created were utterly destroyed.

Her practice test sets and listening materials for IELTS preparation were also not spared.

The material was torn and soiled.

Several of her treasured imported original picture books were also maliciously torn up.

Her art supplies box was smashed flat, and everything inside was scattered all over the floor and trampled to pieces.

These things, which carried all her hopes, were now piled up together like sticky garbage.

Unfortunately, the instigator, Cheng Yaxue, was sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite Wen Yu, swirling a fresh cup of milk tea in her hand, smugly admiring her masterpiece.

The two girls next to her looked away, not daring to look at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu stood at the dormitory door, looking at the mess on the bed, her chest heaving violently, and her eyes burning with tears.

She bit her lower lip hard, feeling suffocated as if a boulder was blocking her chest.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu turned around without a word and went into the restroom.

When she came out again, she was carrying a bucket of dirty water that hadn't been poured out yet.

When Cheng Yaxue saw Wen Yu carrying a bucket of dirty water, her expression changed: "Wen Yu, what are you trying to do?"

But Wen Yu's eyes were empty, as if all her emotions had been burned away, leaving only a body devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

She carried the dirty water to Cheng Yaxue's bed and, amidst the other's terrified screams, unhesitatingly poured the entire bucket of foul-smelling dirty water onto her.

Dirty water splashed everywhere, and a pungent smell instantly filled Cheng Yaxue's bed.

"Ah... my bed."

Cheng Yaxue looked at her bed, which was filthy, soaked, and dripping wet, and let out a pig-like scream, fainting from anger.

Wen Yu threw down the bucket, her voice hoarse: "Since you don't want to be human, then let's rot in the mud together."

A note from the author:

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Zhou Shiye, it's your turn to step in.