Chapter 20 P - Counterattack
Xing Yu officially began to host, and in just a few rounds, Xue Ziang had already lost five or six times in a row, even worse than Chu Beiling. Xue Ziang's breathing gradually became heavier, and he looked unhappy, clearly having reached his limit.
Xue Ziang opened his mouth to speak, but Xing Yu cut him off in time, not giving him a chance to speak at all.
Xing Yu asked Xue Ziang with a smile, "Squad leader, are you angry?"
Xue Ziang's face was a patchwork of black, he bit his lip hard, and his facial muscles twitched slightly because of his movements. "Of course not."
Xing Yu nodded slightly and smiled faintly: "That's true. It's just a game, and you have to accept the consequences. Our excellent class monitor from Class 13 shouldn't be so petty."
His words were so offensive, yet so irrefutable.
Xue Ziang's hand, gripping the glass, was bulging with veins. He was extremely displeased, but he restrained himself from showing it and could only force a faint smile to feign magnanimity: "Of course not."
Xing Yu suppressed his smile: "Continue."
Another round of games began, and Xue Ziang was still being played around by Xing Yu. When it came to painting faces, he didn't hold back at all, using the widest brush and the most vibrant acrylic paint to treat the class monitor's face as an oil painting canvas.
With each stroke of the brush, he moved with remarkable ease and grace.
Before long, Xue Ziang's face was almost completely covered in skin.
When Chu Beiling returned, she raised an eyebrow at the sight of the colorful face on the squad leader's face.
He turned to Xu Tunan and asked, "I was only gone for a short while, what's going on?"
Xu Tunan shook his head: "I don't know what's gotten into Xing Yu, suddenly he started targeting the class monitor."
“He deserved it, who told him to target Chu Fanfan?” Li Dong glared at Xue Ziang with displeasure. “Xing Yu is ruthless, but he did a great job.”
Seeing his class monitor suffer a crushing defeat, Young Master Chu, whose competitive spirit was bursting but who was utterly humiliated, couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, which inexplicably improved his mood.
Although it had nothing to do with him, he didn't know what the class monitor had done to offend Xing Yu.
At this moment, he suddenly liked Xing Yu's personality, which was characterized by immediate revenge, not waiting even a second longer, being quite ruthless, and not allowing anyone to find fault with him.
After all, he has plenty of ways to infuriate people to the point of explosion, leaving them with no choice but to suffer in silence. If it weren't for Xing Yu causing trouble, Chu Beiling would generally not take the initiative to recruit people and invite trouble upon himself.
It turned out to be a black sesame glutinous rice ball. It looked white and chewy on the outside, but when I bit into it, it was pure black.
No one should mess with Xing Yu; he's really hard to bully.
Xue Ziang suddenly stood up, his face grim: "Xing Yu, are you sick?"
Xing Yu tilted his head, saying without any emotion, "It's not too late to know now."
Xue Ziang snorted coldly and stormed off, with Ni Wenxuan quickly following after him.
Xing Yu glanced at Xu Tunan and said, "Sorry if I've disturbed your enjoyment, I'll leave now."
Xu Tunan waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, there's no need to apologize to me. It was the class monitor who suggested playing the game. You have to accept the consequences of your bet. Besides, it was a bit much for the class monitor to paint his face with acrylic paint."
Under the ambiguous purple light, Xing Yu's gaze swept over Chu Beiling's face. The paint on his face had been mostly washed off, and without the large patches of paint, Chu Beiling's fair skin was left with only a shocking red.
Xing Yu got up and walked out.
The others called out to him, asking what he was going to do. Xing Yu simply replied with two words: "Back to school."
Before the young men and women in the private room could react, they had vanished without a trace.
Everyone was confused. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Damn, it's 4:30! If we don't get back to school soon, we'll be late!"
The moment the words left her lips, the private room erupted in chaos. A group of boys and girls hurriedly grabbed their toolboxes and schoolbags and rushed out. If Wang Caiyan found out they were late for school and caught by Ma Qiu, they would be in deep trouble.
With the speed of rushing to grab food in the cafeteria, a group of boys and girls ran as fast as they could, finally arriving at school before the school gates closed at 5 p.m.
Chu Beiling rushed back to school without even having time to buy allergy medication. She ran all the way back to school, her whole body turning bright red, as if she had just been pulled out of a vat of red paint.
"My God!" Xu Tunan shouted, and the others in the dormitory all looked over.
Under the orange-red sunset, Chu Beiling's face was sickly red, with raised red spots on her fair skin, which looked quite frightening at first glance.
Xu Tunan said worriedly, "Why don't you go to the school clinic? This is too serious."
Ke Jincheng chimed in, "Go quickly, go quickly, don't let it get any worse."
Xue Ziang, who was tidying up his things, glanced at Chu Beiling and a hint of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes when he saw Chu Beiling's appearance. He then said, "Little Prince Fanfan, go and see him quickly. No one will like you if you're disfigured. After all, your face is quite popular. Without this face, how will you compete with Xing Yu for the school heartthrob position?"
Ni Wenxuan glanced at the class monitor's expression and continued, "Yeah~ Prince Fanfan, you can't be outdone by Xing Yu. You're no worse than him."
Chu Beiling completely ignored their back-and-forth banter, grabbed a mirror from the side, and looked around: "Luckily, it's not itchy, there's no major problem."
Despite saying that, Young Master Chu's actions betrayed his true nature. He wanted to maintain his image as a handsome and dashing 185cm tall male high school student, so he pulled up a black mask and put it on to cover his face, which was almost rotting away.
"You're so carefree." Xu Tunan reached out and pinched his cheek. "Even like this, you're still fine. If such a handsome face were disfigured, how many girls in the whole school would cry?"
It's not that Young Master Chu is really carefree; he's had allergic reactions to acrylic before. First of all, the redness from such allergies usually subsides in a couple of days without any problems. Even if something did happen—
Chu Beiling wouldn't refrain from using this paint just because it might cause an allergic reaction and skin irritation. When he absolutely needed to use it while painting, he would use it as he saw fit, perhaps with a little extra caution.
Compared to having a bad face, being unable to paint is a much more serious problem for Young Master Chu.
He's not an abstract human figure artist; he rarely paints directly onto skin, let alone onto his face.
Chu Beiling's hands didn't stop packing his things. "It's really nothing," he said, then changed the subject and started rambling again: "I'd be willing to get hurt or disfigured for my girlfriend."
Xue Ziang paused, and almost swept the large white object on the table off the table without noticing, but fortunately he caught it in time.
Xu Tunan was both amused and exasperated: "Even paint has become your girlfriend."
"It's the fruit and testament to my love with my girlfriend. I can't live without it, so of course I have to cherish it. Even if it's ruined by paint, it won't stop my love for it," Chu Beiling said with a grin.
Xu Tunan said irritably, "You're really something. You'd better be careful. If you get crippled and can't paint anymore, you'll be crying before you know it."
Chu Beiling's face immediately fell: "Screw you, don't curse me!"
"Absolutely not, it's better to go to the school clinic to get checked out, it's really quite serious." Xu Tunan quickly explained, for a moment he suspected that Chu Beiling would pounce on him and bite him to death.
Chu Beiling deliberately spoke in a Minnan dialect tone: "Let me tell you, you can curse me to be childless but you can't curse me to be unable to paint, I'm telling you, I'll really get angry."
Xu Tunan's stomach almost hurt from laughing: "Alas, Alas, painting is your girlfriend, paint is your child, you're all you need, I'm truly impressed."
"Good to know." Chu Beiling nodded, picked up his toolbox, and walked out.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Chu Beiling walked along the osmanthus avenue on campus toward the school clinic. As she passed the school gate, Ma Qiu was catching students who were late or returning late. A dark mass of students stood in a row at the school gate, waiting for the homeroom teacher to come and pick them up one by one.
Chu Beiling wasn't very interested in watching the spectacle, so he took two more steps forward and then retreated.
He wasn't mistaken; he saw Xing Yu's face among two rows of dark heads.
"Didn't this person go back to school a long time ago? How come he's here?" Chu Beiling raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
Xing Yu, who was in the crowd in the distance, happened to look over. Their eyes met briefly before he looked away.
A short while later, Wang Caiyan walked to the school gate and talked with Ma Qiu for a while before bringing Xing Yu back. Chu Beiling waited in the same spot for a while, and only turned to leave after confirming that Xing Yu had not been scolded.
"Chu Beiling, stop right there." Wang Caiyan's sinister voice drifted from behind.
Chu Beiling stopped and turned around: "Teacher Wang, is there something you need?"
"What kind of image do you project wearing a mask at school?!" Wang Caiyan launched into a barrage of questions without even asking any questions.
Chu Beiling pulled off her mask: "I have an allergic reaction."
Wang Caiyan frowned, her expression awkward and strange, it was hard to tell whether she was embarrassed or unhappy: "Fine~ you can take it."
"Teacher Wang, if there's nothing else, I'll head to the school clinic now." Chu Beiling pulled up her mask, turned, and left.
Even as they walked slowly, they could still hear Wang Caiyan's concern for Xing Yu: "Your hand is injured, and you have to go to the hospital and won't be able to return to school in time. Next time, remember to let me know in advance so I can write you a leave slip."
"Understood, Teacher Wang." Xing Yu replied casually to Wang Caiyan, watching Chu Beiling walk further and further away, her pace quickening.
Chu Beiling got allergy medication and ointment from the school clinic and returned to the classroom. As soon as he sat down, Li Dong, who was sitting diagonally in front of him, got up and threw a plastic bag at him, which landed squarely in his arms.
Li Dong said, "It's an allergy medication. Don't let it ruin your face."
"Thanks." Chu Beiling casually asked, "When did you buy it?"
Li Dong glanced at the empty seat next to Chu Beiling: "What's it to you?"
"Okay, okay, you're the boss, I don't care about you."
Chu Beiling opened the plastic bag with the words "XXX Pharmacy" on it. Inside was a box of loratadine, calamine lotion, a jar of moisturizing cream, and a handwritten instruction manual for use.
This doesn't seem like something Li Dong would do. She didn't have time to go outside the school to buy medicine, nor did she have the patience to write him an instruction manual by hand, and the handwriting wasn't even hers.
Just as Chu Beiling was about to ask a question, the class bell rang, and Xing Yu arrived at the classroom on time and sat down next to him.
A faint lemon scent wafted over. Chu Beiling turned his head, and Xing Yu pulled an exercise book out from under the desk. His posture was more relaxed than a few days ago, and his face was even colder than when he was seen at the school gate.
I wonder which bastard owed him millions and hasn't paid it back yet.
Xing Yu looked down at the questions in the workbook, and when he noticed Xing Yu's direct gaze, he turned his head: "What's up?"
Chu Beiling looked away, her gaze falling on the packaging bag. For some reason, she connected Xing Yu's lateness with XXX Pharmacy.
A moment of silence—
Chu Beiling picked up the packaging bag and waved it in front of him, saying bluntly, "You bought this medicine."
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