Chapter 41 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (17) In an instant, he was bullied...
A short while later, the car stopped in front of the school gate.
The driver, dressed in a butler's uniform, got out of the car and came to Yan Qibai's car door, personally opening the door for him.
This was the treatment Fu Li had received just a few days ago, which made him feel a strange sense of imbalance once again.
While he was lost in thought, Yan Qibai had already walked around to his side of the car door and opened it for him from the outside. His handsome face seemed to glow in the morning sun, and he asked with a slightly puzzled expression:
"Aren't you coming down, Ali?"
Fu Li glanced at his outstretched hand, then quickly looked away and jumped down beside him without looking to the side.
Seeing this sullen behavior, Yan Qibai said nothing, his gaze fixed on the back of the man as if he were watching a panicked prey about to fall into a trap.
He quickly caught up with Fu Li.
Upon entering the school gate, Fu Li discovered that the gazes directed at him were even more numerous and blatant than those at the Yan residence, each one like a steel needle precisely piercing his body.
His steps faltered slightly, and the next moment, Yan Qibai, who had caught up, grabbed his arm and pulled him forward as if he were unaware of what was happening.
Fu Li was pulled so hard he almost stumbled, but this forced him to be completely exposed to everyone's gaze.
People at school probably already know about the Yan family's situation. Along the way, they received many glances, both overt and covert—some curious, some disdainful, some gloating, and some eager to curry favor.
Until the first person came up, a perfect smile on his face, and greeted Yan Qibai:
"Young Master Yan, how are you? It's been a long time..."
Once upon a time, this title was a respectful way of addressing Fu Li. He was momentarily dazed upon hearing it, but then suddenly realized that it was being used to address someone else.
At this moment, Yan Qibai looked over. The person was one of the people who had surrounded and bullied him before, and last week he had even said in front of Yan Qibai that he was nothing more than Fu Li's dog.
However, this same rich kid who had looked down on him not long ago and considered him a "lower class" was now greeting him with a bright smile and very naturally.
Seeing this, Yan Qibai's face showed no change, and he returned the smile in the same natural way:
"Hello to you too. But I only missed school yesterday, so it's not like we've been apart for a long time."
The other person chuckled. "You're quite humorous. But I've heard about the Yan family's situation. Congratulations!"
Congratulations to him for becoming the designated heir of the Yan family.
Yan Qibai said, "Thank you. Let's all get along well from now on."
The man smiled and said, "Of course, of course."
After a conversation, Yan Qibai had completely embodied the persona of the Yan family heir. His demeanor was so dignified that it seemed he was born to be admired and supported by everyone.
Seeing this, the others who were secretly observing understood the situation, and more and more students came forward to greet Yan Qibai warmly, and he responded politely to each of them.
Yan Fuli, who was standing next to him, was the one who was ignored.
Those who used to fawn over him, practically wagging their tails at him, now seemed oblivious to his presence. Occasionally, a few dismissive glances would sweep over him, but they were utterly unlike their usual fawning. This chilled the young master to the bone, his heart feeling as if it had sunk into an ice cellar.
These people, who were fawning over him just a few days ago, suddenly showered Yan Qibai with respect and admiration, while turning their contempt and disdain upon him. It was only for a day or two; it was only that his status was no longer that of the young master of the Yan family.
The shock of reality dealt another blow to the young master. He was like a warrior pierced by a spear on the battlefield, no longer having the courage to fight, and could only numbly follow the person holding his arm forward.
Upon arriving at the classroom, the group of well-dressed scions of wealthy families in the international class immediately stood up to warmly welcome Young Master Yan, as if they had known Yan Qibai for a long time.
Previously, to make it easier for Yan Qibai to cover for him playing games during class, Fu Li moved their seats next to each other. Unexpectedly, as soon as they sat down, they were surrounded by people trying to curry favor with him, but this time the object of their attention was no longer him.
"Young Master Yan, we are all very sorry about what happened to your family. Fortunately, the truth will come out one day. My father would like to invite you to our home. He and your father are business partners. I wonder if you are available?"
Many others boasted in a fawning tone.
"Young Master Yan truly lives up to the Yan family's genes; he stands out from the crowd no matter the environment. Not only is he excellent in every subject, but he has also won so many competition awards. He could easily be admitted to University A on his own merit."
"That's right. And you're the student council president too. You're truly outstanding. You deserve this position."
Whether they came to show their support, were trying to curry favor, were wagging their tails in fawning, or were openly or secretly apologizing and repenting for their past disrespect, the scene was quite spectacular.
Every word they uttered sounded like needles to Yan Fuli's ears, yet Yan Qibai seemed to enjoy the flattery, nodding and smiling throughout, never showing any impatience.
In contrast, Fu Li remained quietly huddled in his seat, his gaze fixed on the corner of the table, like a disheartened person who had just stepped down from the stage.
The fickle nature of human relationships and the saying "all the world's hustle and bustle is for profit" are simple truths I've known for a long time, but when they actually happen to me, I still find it hard to accept.
After enduring more than ten minutes of hellish torment, Yan Qibai seemed to glance at him out of the corner of his eye, then suppressed his smile and said to everyone, "The class bell is about to ring, everyone go back to your seats."
Young Master Yan's words were more effective than anything else, and after a dozen seconds, Fu Li's ears returned to silence.
The teacher had already gone up to the podium and asked everyone to take out their books. Although Fu Li's expression didn't show anything, his movements were somewhat mechanical as he took out his book. These were all signs that the young master's psychological defenses were about to collapse.
Yan Qibai's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't speak. Instead, he gently whispered in Fu Li's ear which page he should turn to.
For a fleeting moment, as he leaned closer, a look of flattery even crossed the young master's eyes, before he quickly regained his composure—what was this? Why should I have such a lowly emotion? What was Jing Qibai? He used to be nothing more than my dog, didn't he?
The boy seemed to have firmly made up his mind about this, and his eyes immediately went into defensive mode. However, the fingers he was gripping the pen with so much force that his knuckles turned white, revealing the boiling resentment surging in his heart.
Seeing this, a hint of impatience seemed to appear in Yan Qibai's dark eyes. He then looked away and pretended to listen attentively to the teacher's lecture, but in his heart he was calculating how to make the stubborn young master completely accept his fate.
When get out of class ended, Fu Li didn't want to stay in her seat and listen to those people trying to get close to someone, so she got up and left the classroom.
However, in the vast campus, everyone knew him, and everyone was aware of his current situation. The gazes cast upon him, both overt and covert, were too obvious, making Fu Li extremely uncomfortable. So he turned and slipped into a toilet stall. Only there could he completely escape those sharp scrutiny.
"This is so annoying," the young master complained impatiently as he sat on the toilet seat.
But before he could relax for long, a series of messy footsteps came and stopped in front of the cubicle door.
The person outside kicked the door hard and called out, "Yan Fuli?" The voice was male and somewhat familiar, mixed with laughter from more than one person.
Fu Li frowned. "What are you trying to do?"
The man chuckled coldly and said dismissively, "We'd like to get to know you better. We're all classmates, you wouldn't refuse, would you?"
He said that, but his tone sounded like he was looking for trouble.
Fu Li clenched her fists and shouted loudly outside, "I have no interest in getting to know you. Get out of here!"
Those people seemed displeased with his attitude, and said viciously, "Even in this situation, you're still so arrogant?! The news that you're an imposter has spread far and wide. Someone like you has dared to ride roughshod over us for so many years. It seems you don't know your place until we teach you a lesson!"
Fu Li's voice was somewhat panicked: "What do you mean? Get out of here!"
Without a word, the people outside smashed the door open in a few quick movements, and two boys rushed up and dragged Fu Li out.
He'd seen bullying before, so how could he not know what was going to happen next? He gripped the cubicle door tightly, shouting:
"I'm telling you, even if I'm no longer the heir, I'm still the young master of the Yan family. You can't treat me like this!"
They attempted to use the power and influence of the Yan family to send the group away.
The boy in the lead grinned maliciously, his gaze cold and contemptuous. "You think you can keep trying to extort money from the Yan family? The moment your identity was exposed, your father publicly declared that he was cutting ties with you. You treated his own son like that before, how could the Yan family still acknowledge you? By the way, Yan Qibai seems to be ignoring you too. Do you think he wanted to see you like this?"
After struggling to no avail, Fu Li was forced to raise his head and finally recognized the other person, Pei Zhiyao—the very same scion of a prominent family who had once forced him to eat all the food on the ground in the cafeteria.
At the same time, I understand that it will be difficult to escape unscathed today.
But given Fu Li's original personality, how could she possibly let herself be slaughtered like this?
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he asked, "System, can I defeat them here?"
The system, however, ruthlessly told him: "[No, that won't work. While Yan Fuli's character is arrogant and haughty, his physical skills are too weak to resist. Please don't deviate from his character's persona.]"
Fu Li gritted his teeth and could only temporarily suppress the urge to go up and unleash a set of interstellar military boxing.
He immediately felt a heavy blow to his abdomen, almost making him vomit. He then collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and coughing violently.
His disheveled and pathetic appearance pleased the bullies, and the surrounding boys laughed triumphantly.
The once arrogant young master Yan has become a stray dog. The feeling of suppressing the superior makes the group feel extremely happy, especially Pei Zhiyao, who has a grudge against him.
"No good, Young Master Yan. Your performance is even worse than the old Yan Qibai. At least he would kneel down and act like a dog when things went wrong. What are you going to do?"
While mocking him, he grabbed Fu Li by the collar, pulled him up, and forced him to stand in front of the sink. He then turned on the tap, instantly splashing water all over Fu Li's head.
He struggled frantically, but his body was firmly pressed against the sink. Only after Pei Zhiyao had had his fun was he thrown to the ground.
At this moment, the young master's meticulously styled hair was now a mess, and water droplets clung to his damp eyelashes, making him look pitiful as if he were holding tears. He leaned weakly against the corner of the wall, like a pathetic drowning dog, with only his bright eyes flashing with anger and resentment as he glared at Pei Zhiyao.
"You just wait... I'll make you pay..."
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