Chapter 061 Collection Hall
Yan Liu walked in the library with a cold expression. There were few people in the library. Most of the people coming and going were ministers and other members. When they saw him coming, they nodded in greeting.
Yan Liu's expression relaxed slightly, but he still greeted him a little coldly, until he walked to the top floor, and his view immediately became open.
He knocked on the door and heard a voice from inside: "Come in."
This used to be the office of the president of the Council of Students. Now it is used by the new president, and most of the interior furnishings have been preserved. This is also the only relatively luxurious and decent place in the Student Union.
Yan Liu pushed the door open and stepped onto the soft and thick carpet. He lowered his eyes to look at the patterns on the carpet. These expensive things were not only expensive, but also took a lot of effort to take care of. The cost of maintaining this room alone was a huge expense.
Of course, this is for the president, so no matter how expensive it is, it is not too expensive.
Yan Liu pushed his glasses, selectively forgetting the Finance Minister's complaints. He walked to the table and said, "President, I've already invited Sheng Mao to join the Student Union as you instructed."
“Well done.”
The president praised quietly.
Yan Liu did not look up, but kept his head slightly lowered. He respected the president from the bottom of his heart and listened to his every word. Whether it was praise or criticism, he would remember it carefully in his heart and was willing to serve the president.
Anything that goes against the president's will be absolutely not allowed to exist.
Yan Liu supports the president so much, but never interferes with any of the president's orders. He is a loyal executor, carrying out the president's will and executing the president's orders.
His meekness made the president chuckle. He turned his chair so that his back was no longer facing the door, and stared at him with mysterious and cold emerald eyes.
He said gently, "Xiao Yan has always completed the tasks I assigned him. He's really reliable, isn't he?"
Yan Liu whispered, "This is what I should do, President."
The president chuckled again. The boy's laughter was bright, like a clear summer breeze. Yan Liu's eyes fell on his jewel bow tie, and he seemed to recall the beautiful green cat's eyes of the owner of the bow tie.
He loves the president so much that he almost treats him as his master. There are many people in the student union who do not understand his feelings, but they don’t know under what circumstances he was saved by the president.
The person before him was the God who gave him new life.
Yan Liu, who had always been ostracized and suppressed in school, did not get better after transferring to Qiuhai. Instead, he was treated even worse.
At that time, he only felt despair and deep malice from the world.
No matter how hard he tried or how much he hoped to be saved, all he got was bullying and ridicule.
He thought about resisting and ending his life, but in the end he still lingered on and was described by them as being like a dog.
Yeah, how can people have sympathy for a dog, that's why they treat him like this because he is an alien.
But he also wants love.
His body was tortured day after day, and his spirit was also ravaged. Yan Liu was in a daze all day and almost thought he was going to die.
——Can he finally leave this rotten world, this dirty campus?
Just when he was losing consciousness, he suddenly heard screams from outside. They were the voices of those who bullied him.
The toilet door was suddenly opened, and bright light shone in. He felt a warm hand holding him, and someone said gently: "It's okay, I won't let you be bullied again."
...Is it God?
Did God finally hear his prayers and come to save him?
When he had sunk into hell and could no longer absorb normal warmth from the outside world, the light he had longed for finally came to him and saved him.
But he no longer needs it.
If the heart is already dead, what is the point even if it is truly redeemed?
He was still in the cold hell.
So he waved the man's hand away: "Leave me alone."
Yan Liu staggered away, continuing to repeat this life in a self-torturing manner, as if only by being hurt all over his body could he realize the reality that he was still alive.
So when they suddenly dragged him out of the classroom and grabbed his hair and pushed him into a sink full of water, he was numb and did not resist.
This is just an ordinary torture among the tortures.
Just have to endure it, life has no meaning anyway, no one cares about his life, and no one will come to help him.
No, there was indeed one person.
…Although it doesn’t matter, I should have looked at him at that time.
Yan Liu thought so when his mouth and nose were filled with cold water and he was about to drown in it.
Because he is the only one who saved him in his dark life, he should remember his appearance so that he can take it out and savor it slowly in his spare time.
After all, his hands were really warm.
But he no longer had the chance.
He is about to die.
A feeling of sadness began to rise in Yan Liu's heart, and he didn't know why he was sad.
Is it because I am about to die, or because I have missed the only salvation?
If he had held that hand at that time, would everything have been different? Would he have been able to escape from the darkness and bathe in the light?
…He admitted that he regretted it.
He was crying with all his remaining strength, while the others gathered around him, all laughing.
"Look at him, he's crying!"
"So this freak knows how to cry? I thought he had no feelings."
"Are you scared? Then come and beg us?"
"How about if you kneel down and bark like a dog, I'll consider letting you go?"
He twitched, his strength gradually fading.
At the last second before his consciousness was about to fade away, Yan Liu heard screams from other people around him. The back of his neck was pulled up by a strong force, and water flowed down his face with a splash, wetting his shirt.
As soon as Yan Liu came into contact with the air, he immediately began to breathe heavily, his chest breathing like a bellows. He greedily breathed in the fresh air, and his lungs almost exploded.
His nose felt sore and he almost cried.
The pair of warm hands stayed on him, continuously and steadily transmitting heat to him. Yan Liu didn't want him to let go at all, and greedily craved this contact.
"Sorry, I'm late." The man's voice was filled with genuine sadness.
Is he feeling sorry for me?
So gentle.
This must be what is called love. After all, his heart is now filled with something inexplicable and is almost overflowing.
Yan Liu tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly because of the water in front of him. The hands gently wiped his eyes, wiping away all the water.
He could finally see the man's face clearly.
The boy with black hair and green eyes looked a little cold. Although he had a stern appearance, he became approachable because of the hair swaying between his thin shoulders and his slightly narrowed cat eyes.
He looked at him calmly and said in a slow voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Yan Liu just stared at him blankly.
The boy seemed to be trying to hold back and wanted to say something, but after a while he finally sighed helplessly: "Forget it, you idiot, don't push me away this time."
He seemed to have lost his soul. He was pulled up by the young man obediently, and walked over the people lying on the ground, rolling over and wailing, like a well-behaved intelligent puppet.
The boy took him back to the dormitory and pushed him into the bathroom.
He adjusted the water temperature, made sure it was hot, then turned and said, "Can you take a shower yourself?"
Yan Liu nodded: "Okay."
The boy confidently pushed him into the bathroom and threw him a towel and some change of clothes.
He warned, "I'll deal with those scumbags. Take a shower here and wait for me to come back."
Yan Liu nodded meekly, and the young man looked at him with some concern, and he smiled at him.
It was this smile that reassured him, and the boy closed the door with confidence.
After Yan Liu slowly let the hot water shower over his entire body and felt his body gradually warm up, he quietly wiped his body, put on the clothes the boy gave him, and sat obediently on the stool in the dormitory waiting for him to come back.
The boy's clothes seemed to be a little smaller than his size, a little tight, but enough.
When the boy came back from outside, he brought steaming noodles.
He still looked a little unhappy, but after seeing Yan Liu taking good care of him, even wiping his hair until it was almost dry, he seemed relieved and stuffed the noodles into his hands, saying, "Eat."
Yan Liu lowered his eyes, his tone a little timid: "Thank you, you are so kind to me."
The boy's expression was very subtle. If he had only looked at it, Yan Liu would have thought he was scolding him. However, he quickly adjusted his expression and coughed, "Eat yours."
Yan Liu ate quietly.
During this time, the boy just tilted his head and looked at him. After he slowly finished eating, he showed his first smile since saving him today: "You are not going to try to commit suicide again now, are you?"
By the way, although it looked like bullying, he was actually trying to commit suicide.
He actually saw through it.
Yan Liu smiled faintly: "No, because I have found the meaning of life."
The boy didn't seem to believe it, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he began to introduce himself:
"I'm Rong Le, the new student union president. I've received reports of bullying here, so I've been investigating. Don't worry, those guys will receive the punishment they deserve."
He smiled and said, "They will apologize to you and drop out of school. It will be recorded in their files. With Qiu Hai's dropout record, no regular school will dare to admit them in the future."
"You won't be bullied anymore."
Yan Liu opened his eyes slightly, feeling incredible about this fact.
Rong Le: "You can continue studying now. I've seen your transcript. Your grades used to be excellent, but they plummeted shortly after you came to Qiuhai."
Yan Liu, driven by something, immediately said, "Let me stay by your side and do something for you. I will catch up with my grades and get a score that satisfies you. I will do everything you wish for!"
"That's not necessary..." Rong Le paused, looked at Yan Liu's expectant eyes, and held her forehead slightly, "Then you can join the student union and work for me."
Yan Liu showed a satisfied and happy smile.
As long as I can stay by his side, he can do anything and achieve anything.
As long as it is what Rong Le wants, he will offer it to him with both hands.
...even his life.
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