Chapter 2: An Ordinary Special Enrollment Student
Upon hearing this, Sheng Yan glanced at Ning Song's back.
The extremely thin body was sandwiched between the backpack and the cardboard box, looking thin and poor.
"I heard he came from the lower harbor." Li Qingyuan said.
They still know about the lower harbor.
I know, but none of these rich young men have been there. Now that I see Ningsong, it seems that the poor place of Lower Harbor has suddenly become more concrete.
That is...
"Is Lower Harbor so poor?!"
It was a very clear spring morning, with sunshine everywhere and the air full of spring spirit. It was ordinary, yet with extraordinary significance. No one had thought at that time that he would make the entire Upper East School restless in the near future, like an ordinary stone thrown into a river, sinking to the bottom of the river without anyone noticing, and then at a certain moment, like a delayed ripple, it would splash out from the depths of the riverbed.
At that time, the thin, pale and almost colorless Ning Song looked completely different.
His hair was black, soft and thick like seaweed, with upturned eyes, charming and green amber pupils, and moist red lips as if stained with rose juice. He had a well-proportioned figure, and smooth, white skin that would leave obvious red marks if pinched even slightly. He was handsome to the point of being sinful, and even a rose in midsummer was not as fragrant and beautiful as him.
He is a gift from God to the young masters, whether it is a gift of grace or punishment.
There are four dormitory buildings in Upper East Boys' School.
The dormitory conditions at Upper East Boys' School are among the better in the entire Upper East Province. The conditions at most boys' schools are still relatively harsh and simple, adhering to the principle that extravagance leads to debauchery, while frugality leads to saints and sages. For example, Sheng'en, one of the four major public schools, still has bunk beds in collective dormitories with a strict military management style.
The dormitories at Upper East School are divided according to the color of the nameplates, and the nameplates are divided according to the comprehensive points... Of course, except for those rich young masters, they are the aristocrats among the aristocrats, so naturally they all live in the best dormitories.
Among the four dormitory buildings, Building No. 1 has the least people living in it. Building No. 1 is of five-star standard, with strict security, dormitory managers and cleaning ladies, and it is the place where everyone is striving to climb up. Currently, there are only eighteen people living in the building... There are only so many vacancies in Building No. 1, which also means that the number of people in each level is fixed. When someone goes up, someone else will come down, so the competition for level is even more brutal. The school uses this to urge everyone not to slack off in their studies.
The second smallest number of people is Building No. 4, which has the worst conditions, with more than 80 people.
Of course, most of the students live in the centrally located Building No. 2 and Building No. 3, which are triple rooms with three bedrooms and one living room. Everyone has his or her own independent bedroom, but shares the same living space, which means everyone has his or her own roommate.
He had heard from his best friend that after who moved to Building 2, several suitors almost fought over being his roommate. The suitors did everything they could to improve their points, use their resources and connections, and try to please their loved ones, staging a Shura drama with undercurrents. The most exciting thing is that all this was done in secret, and the person being fought over had no idea, so the fight was bloodless, and the main point was a scream for the mole!
He was not interested when he heard his best friend talk about these things, but now that he was involved in them, he was really curious about who the protagonists of these stories were.
The four dormitory buildings are far apart from each other, especially Building No. 1, which is across the sky bridge and is in the teachers' residential area. It is next to the sea and should have an unparalleled sea view.
He glanced across the overpass and saw Building No. 1 in the distance. It had a black-gray granite exterior and red, white and gold frosted glass windows. Through the branches of the white ash tree, he could vaguely see the huge fountain in front of the dormitory building.
"Just a friendly reminder," Zhou Lu said coldly when he saw him looking at Building 1, "You'd better not go over there on the overpass if you have nothing to do. It won't do you any good."
He understands.
If he also had a black badge like them, he could certainly deal with them, but in his current situation, he really shouldn't provoke those top young masters.
Dormitory No. 4 where he lived looked old. It was a red brick building with mottled walls. The osmanthus flowers below were almost spreading to the fourth floor. Perhaps in order to motivate students in this dormitory with the worst conditions and the lowest grade to make progress, there was not even an independent bathroom.
Lawyer Zhou led him inside. The room was not big and a bit messy.
"No one has lived here for a long time. There is a utility room on the top floor with all the cleaning tools in it. Please clean it up yourself. Your class only has one music class this morning, so you can go there when the class starts."
"Thank you, Senior."
The other person nodded. He probably had a serious obsession with cleanliness. He stood at the door without coming in. When he opened the door, dust got on his sleeves, so he kept wiping it with his hand.
This was the first time he had seen a boy carrying a handkerchief these days.
He felt that the other person's arrogant yet delicate appearance was very similar to that of the peacock.
Hua Kongque left quickly after giving instructions. Not long after, he could be heard on the phone from downstairs: "Everything has been arranged... What's there to be dissatisfied about as a special recruit from Lower Harbor? President, when will you be back..."
Ning Song rolled his eyes, put down his backpack, opened the window to get some fresh air, collected the newspapers on the table and bed, and went out to the storage room on the top floor.
It was class time and the whole dormitory building was quiet. He climbed to the top floor and came out to see a small attic-style room with a pile of abandoned tables and benches outside and a cat lying on top of them.
Then he heard a faint sound.
At first he thought it was the lying white cat calling for sex. It was lying in the spring sunshine, and the wind from the window brought a faint sweet fragrance, indicating that all things were reviving and beginning to move.
Spring comes especially early in Upper East Province.
But when he reached the door of the utility room, he discovered that it was not just the cat that was meowing.
Behind the cat's sweet cry, there is a young and flattering male voice, like the spring breeze blowing through the stamens of flowers, revealing a trembling fragrance.
Then he looked through the half-open door and saw scattered wine bottles and a young boy kneeling in the smoke.
The well-cut school pants wrapped around his well-shaped buttocks and showed a beautiful waistline. He tilted his head back and gulped down the wine bottle.
Perhaps he noticed the footsteps outside, he turned his head, his eyes flushed, and stretched out his bright red tongue, like a half-filled strawberry candy that was spit out.
"What are you looking at?"
A hand patted his face, "You are so distracted, and you still want to please Brother You?"
This was followed by a burst of malicious laughter.
Then someone pushed open the door of the storage room, and he saw several boys in the smoke-filled miasma, like jackals in the shadows.
He was so scared that he turned around quickly.
A closed-management boys' school, a bunch of rich young men who don't know how to control their hormones, and a strict and repressive hierarchy have fostered a restless and repressed boys' school. In the decent and gorgeous campus, there are actually a bunch of abnormal lunatics.
Who pushed whom against the wall today, who will forcefully kiss whom tomorrow, which poor little one has become the plaything of evil young men, which beautiful bottom has been followed, this top is super tolerant and that top is super perverted, this nerd's abs can be used as a washboard when he takes off his clothes, that playboy is actually a little virgin, today there's kissing in the library, come and see, tomorrow there's shame play in the boys' dormitory, and if your eyes are out of focus, get in the car.
His best friend would force him out of the game every day and scream with him.
It's a pity that he has no interest in gay love.
Maybe being too perfunctory towards his best friend is a sin, so he woke up and found himself in such a dangerous novel world!
Ning Song wanted to jump off the building.
He walked downstairs quickly and returned to his room. After a while, he vaguely heard footsteps coming upstairs, and it seemed that several people were going up and down.
He waited until the footsteps faded away before coming out of the room and heading upstairs again. As soon as he turned the corner into the corridor, he bumped into a few boys.
The tall man in the lead took advantage of him bumping into him, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up like a chicken.
The huge height difference made him fear losing control. The blue tattoo on the hand that was holding his collar extended along the blood vessels, like a vigorous vine, entering from the cuffs and spreading out from the side of the neck.
Li You lowered his eyes, his jawline was sharp, and there was a playful smile on the corners of his moist mouth. He said in a nonchalant tone:
“Got it.”
【Author’s words】
Easter egg: Li You took off his boxing gloves and squatted down to tie Ning Song's shoelaces. The black tattoo on his hand contrasted with the half-worn white sneakers.
Squidward: The prodigal is a little virgin.