Chapter Thirty-Two

After being pardoned, You Congxi went up to speak with Lord Tang alone.

Prisoner number two, expressionless, tossed an orange from behind, throwing it with his left hand and catching it with his right, sending it flying in a semi-circular arc before returning it to the spot.

The kind-hearted Lord Tang couldn't bear to see him perform alone without anyone watching, so he specially invited Xun Songyue to bring a stool and sit in front of him to support him and watch the performance.

“It fell to the ground, let’s do it fifty more times,” Xun Songyue said with a smile, resting her chin on her hand.

Shen Yue felt he never wanted to throw things around again in his life. He resigned himself to picking up the orange and realized he was missing a round red nose cover so he could tidy himself up and head straight to the circus.

You Congxi withdrew her gaze and looked down at Tang Miaosong sitting in front of her, who said seriously, "Congxi, if you're being threatened by Shen Yue, just blink."

In Tang Miaosong's view, it is not hard to understand why Shen Yue, a typical spoiled rich kid, would do such a thing, especially since the target of his threat was You Congxi, a quiet and obedient girl.

Although I don't know why I had to write essays for someone so desperately, everything makes sense when it comes to Shen Yue's name.

You Congxi kept his eyelids closed and didn't move.

Tang Miaosong sighed; she knew it, these two were kindred spirits.

That's why they say you become like those you associate with.

She could tell from the incident with Yin Zixuan that You Congxi, though seemingly unassuming, actually had his own set of ideas.

She added, "Congxi, if Shen Yue threatens you, don't blink."

You Congxi's eyelashes trembled.

Tang Miaosong watched speechlessly as the girl pretended to rub her eyes and blinked ten times.

......OK.

Shen Yue, who was behind, dropped the orange on the ground for what seemed like the umpteenth time, letting out a painful wail.

The homeroom teacher of Class 6 was writing a lesson plan with a bitter expression, while the famous boy from Class 7 was performing acrobatics next to her, looking utterly hopeless, which made her giggle.

“Hey, Mr. Tang,” the homeroom teacher of Class 6 leaned forward, “I think you should just send this boy in your class to a circus troupe. He’s so talented.”

Tang Miaosong nodded: "Yes, sending circuses to replace animals is also a contribution to animal protection."

Shen Yue: "......"

A faint voice drifted from the side: "It fell to the ground again. Add another fifty times."

-

You Congxi returned to his seat, clutching a stack of essay papers.

As soon as she put her hand on the back of the chair, she saw Qu Qi looking up at her with a tense face and his arms crossed.

She felt a strange unease, and with a exertion of force, the chair legs scraped against the ground, making a slight screeching sound.

"Travel along the Congxi River".

You Congxi sat down and said, "Hmm."

The girl next to him didn't say anything more. You Congxi adjusted his seat, turned to look at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qu Qi frowned deeply, his eyes scanning over like searchlights: "Did you have Shen Yue write your essay?"

You Congxi remained silent.

Qu Qi felt a sense of frustration, as if someone had stolen her man: "I knew it! Why haven't you asked me to write essays lately? Turns out someone beat me to it!!"

You Congxi opened his mouth as if to explain, but then didn't know what to say, so he simply remained silent.

After going on a crazy spree for a while, Qu Qi suddenly calmed down: "Never mind."

You Congxi looked at her inquisitively, and then heard Qu Qi say, "Forced love is never sweet. If you want to go to Shen Yue to write an essay, I won't stop you, and I can't stop you anyway."

You Congxi was stunned, wondering why Qu Qi would say something so contrary to her public image.

She guessed that Qu Qi had lost his mind in anger, and if that was the case, things were getting a bit tricky.

She stared blankly at the blank essay paper she was being punished with, wondering if Qu Qi's favorite cake shop was open today.

The girl, who was always chattering, suddenly fell silent, which made You Congxi feel a little uncomfortable.

She unconsciously cracked her knuckles, realizing that this time it was indeed her fault; abandoning her friend for her own selfish gain was rather unethical.

Having mentally prepared his thoughts, You Congxi took a barely perceptible deep breath and said to Qu Qi, "Um..."

"By the way, Xiaoyu, could you ask Shen Yue for me if he does essay writing services? He's paid, though."

You Congxi: "..."

.

The essay writing champion Shen Yue is enjoying a massage from his good brother.

"Everyone says the Chinese teacher is ruthless, but I never expected her to be this ruthless!" He Qi was massaging Shen Yue's arm with great effort, sighing as he spoke.

Shen Yue felt like he was hanging on by a thread, and he groaned twice, half-dead, signaling He Qi to put in some effort.

"Grandpa, how much more force do you want?" He Qi complained, but then, remembering the model he had just acquired, his attitude changed. "Alright, just you wait and see."

Shen Yue's arms ached as if they had been soaking in lemon water all night. When he glanced at the row of shoulder-length short hair with slightly curled ends hanging down in front of him, he suddenly felt that the pain was nothing.

He heard it all. You Congxi had been protecting him in front of the big tree, which made him throw oranges with even more force.

His heart warmed; he knew that You Xiaoyu was all bark and no bite...

"Holy crap! Bro!" He Qi exclaimed, "Quick, check the group chat!"

"......"

School group chat.

[Stop talking nonsense. Shen Yue's reputation as the district tyrant of Xinghai District isn't for nothing. Do you think he'd be outdone by a little black-haired girl?]

[Exactly, if that's the case, I think the title of "local tyrant of Xinghai District" should just go to You Congxi.]

[Tch, believe it or not, the facts are there. You have to believe it whether you like it or not!]

[Just kidding, I have a feeling You Congxi might actually be able to beat Chen Yue...]

[Is the person upstairs talking in their sleep? I can't understand Chinese characters anymore.]

[I can attest that what the person upstairs said is true. Last Friday after school, I personally saw You Congxi and Shen Yue leave the clinic next door together.]

What does this prove? It's laughable.

[I saw it too. At first, I thought I had mistaken them for someone else. After all, these two people were at the clinic at the same time, but You Congxi was able to walk out of the clinic with all his arms and legs intact. I really didn't expect that.]

[That's right, You Congxi acted as if nothing had happened, while Shen Yue looked extremely weak with bruises on his face.]

[Don't talk nonsense. Shen Yue's face is never weak; that's called battle damage, understand? Utterly defeated.]

[Wait a minute, wasn't it said that Shen Yue's facial injuries were caused by some thugs from outside the school? What does that have to do with You Congxi?]

【Holy crap, what does this have to do with a trip to the Congxi River??】

Could it be...?

Do you believe I am Qin Shi Huang, or do you believe You Congxi will accompany Shen Yue to treat his wounds?

See Qin Shi Huang.

See Qin Shi Huang.

...

Babyface also joined in, posting "[See Qin Shi Huang]". As the one who first started the topic of "Am I the only one who thinks that Shen Yue's face injury was caused by You Congxi?", she secretly observed the friendly discussion among the students behind the screen, where they were kicking each other and spitting at each other.

Glancing at the old man hypnotizing the teacher on the podium, the baby-faced man felt relieved and continued scrolling through his phone under the table.

As classmates in Class 7, Babyface was the first to witness the epic rivalry between Shen and You on the first day of class division, and he had paid close attention to their interactions.

After nearly two months of observation by Babyface, the two initially didn't interact much, and their occasional exchanges were always full of tension. Later, they probably couldn't be bothered to talk to each other anymore, and couldn't even stand being seated next to each other. They directly asked Big Tree to change their seats to be next to each other. Now, because they are in the same group, they have to stay together often. You Congxi still has that cold face, while Shen Yue has changed from having a sour face at the beginning to being nonchalant now. It's obvious that neither of them cares about the other.

In conclusion, the baby-faced man pushed up his non-existent glasses, a slight smile playing on his lips, impressed by his own intelligence.

The two have clearly gone from disliking each other to regarding each other as utter garbage.

She twitched her fingers.

[Hey Class 7, anyone here? Those of you who do everything, be careful! Doing everything will only hurt you. Just one thing: Shen Yue threatened You Congxi with a knife to make him write an essay.]

【Holy crap, is this for real?】

【real. 】

[Same class 7, really.]

Holy crap! This is so outrageous it feels like a rumor...

[It's outrageous, but when it comes to Shen Yue, it feels like something he would do.]

Come on, anyone who knows Shen Yue even slightly knows he never fights with classmates, especially girls.

[Stop sucking up to me, okay?]

[If we don't praise Shen Yue, are we going to praise You Congxi?]

[What did You Congxi do to you? Are you jealous that he beat up Shen Yue?]

[Does she even know you're praising her like this? Are you addicted to being a dog?]

Why can't we criticize You Congxi? Does anyone know if she was scheming and deliberately seducing Shen Yue?

[Alright, stop arguing! I just have one question: Did Shen Yue threaten You Congxi with a knife to make him write an essay?]

[Isn't Shen Yue known as the "Little Prince of Chinese Language"? Does he really need someone else to write his essays?]

[I'm just too lazy to write.]

[Is that even a question? Did he threaten You Congxi with a knife, forcing her to write an essay for her?]

【Um. 】

What does "um" mean?

[It was I who volunteered to write the essay for You Congxi.]

The lively group chat suddenly fell silent.

The messages were scrolling so fast that no one could see anyone's nickname clearly. Now that the screen has stopped, the familiar "Dai Y" seems to have suddenly become very obvious, highlighted in red and bold.

Another torpedo was dropped from the frozen ice.

A user named "黛y" continued—

【I have a very good relationship with You Congxi, please stop spreading rumors.】

Also, @LittleBearBiscuit and @LookAtYouSoWhat hope I'll see apology letters from both of you on You Congxi's desk before school ends, otherwise...

[You will be responsible for the consequences.]