For whom?
Sheng Yan thought he might be deaf and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Qin Zigui leaned against the wall and casually added, "At least part of the reason is for you."
A portion?
"And what about the other part?" Sheng Yan asked.
Qin Zigui remained unfazed: "For the sake of justice."
Sheng Yan: "..."
You have quite a broad perspective.
However, it's somewhat understandable to say it's for the sake of justice, but what kind of nonsense is this, spouting nonsense for one's own sake?
Recalling Qin Zigui's superb acting skills just now, Sheng Yan asked warily, "What does this have to do with me?"
"Didn't you say I'm someone you're protecting?" Qin Zigui looked down at Sheng Yan. "Then I can't just stand by and watch you get bullied."
Sheng Yan then realized that Qin Zigui had overheard his entire conversation with Fu Yun.
"Who's protecting you? Those words were just meant to scare them, don't flatter yourself. Besides, I beat those blond bastards to a pulp. Figure out who bullied whom before you speak, don't be a busybody." Sheng Yan said sternly, turning his head away, his tone not friendly.
He paused slightly, then awkwardly threw out a sentence: "Fu Yunsuan, you've been doing this for a while now. Just pretend you didn't hear the nonsense they were saying. Don't take it to heart, or you'll just get your head dirty."
He wasn't really sure whether Qin Zigui's behavior in front of Huang Shuliang was just acting or if he was genuinely a little sad.
But for some reason, when he saw Qin Zigui's appearance just now, he was reminded of the time when Qin Zigui was a child, sitting alone on the steps downstairs, staring blankly into the distance.
He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it was a tightness in his chest.
However, Qin Zigui himself didn't seem to care much, remaining as indifferent and rational as usual: "What they said is actually not wrong. I really do have no parents and live under someone else's roof."
Hearing this, Sheng Yan instantly became furious, turned around and snapped at him angrily, "Whose roof are you living under? Is it Aunt Qin and Uncle Jiang who treat you badly, or my grandparents? Even my mother praises you and scolds me all day long. What haven't I shared with you since I was a child? Are you unhappy being the eldest young master of the Qin family? Whose roof are you living under? Whose face are you watching? Which of their nonsense are right?"
Seeing that Sheng Yan was genuinely angry and anxious, Qin Zigui couldn't help but lower her head and slightly curve her lips.
Just as Sheng Yan was getting anxious, he saw Qin Zigui actually laughing and was even more confused: "What are you laughing at! Don't laugh!"
"Okay, I won't laugh." Qin Zigui suppressed his smile and looked at Sheng Yan seriously. "That's why I said I went to find that group of blondies for you. I promised you when we were kids that if anyone bullied you, I would bully them back for you. I can't go back on my word."
His tone was indifferent, but when Sheng Yan met his gaze, he felt as if he had been punched in the heart.
Therefore, Qin Zigui did not actually prioritize romantic relationships over friendships.
Not only did he not have any frivolous friends, but he also remembered a promise he made when he was a child. That's why, after learning that his face had been scratched by Huang Mao and his gang, he went to settle the score with them.
So that's how it is.
But I threw such a tantrum yesterday.
Sheng Yan suddenly felt a little guilty.
However, he felt it wasn't entirely his fault, because what Qin Zigui had said a year ago was indeed very hurtful.
Moreover, he had made various overt and covert attempts to befriend and soften his stance over the past year, but Qin Zigui had ignored them all and treated them with indifference, even being extremely cold to him the day before his birthday.
Sheng Yan still harbored some resentment.
This has nothing to do with whether Qin Zigui apologizes or not. What bothers him is that he feels Qin Zigui is actually hiding something from him, and if this matter is left unresolved, he will feel uneasy.
So he felt guilty, but he was also genuinely angry. He didn't know how to respond to her for a moment, so he could only stand there with a stern face, not saying a word.
Qin Zigui seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly, "One thing is one thing. What happened before was still my fault. It's okay if you don't want to forgive me."
His tone and expression remained as calm and composed as ever, as if nothing had bothered him. But for some reason, Sheng Yan could see a hint of disappointment and hurt that slipped unintentionally across that expressionless face.
Sheng Yan felt even more guilty.
Was he being a little too harsh on Qin Zigui?
Isn't he being too stingy?
Will Qin Zigui really be sad?
Why don't we forgive Qin Zigui first?
Sheng Yan was caught in a fierce internal struggle, and before he could reach a conclusion, the sharp and piercing bell for the morning self-study session slammed into his eardrums, causing him to instinctively furrow his brow.
Qin Zigui straightened up and said, "Let's go back to the classroom first. I'll help you move your desk."
Sheng Yan: "?"
What table are you moving?
"..."
It looks like they moved that table.
"!!!"
They're moving that table!
Sheng Yan suddenly realized that these sentimental feelings between men were not important at all. What was important was that he was about to face a long-term imprisonment in a feng shui treasure land surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side for at least a month!
So he immediately realized, "No, you don't need to help me carry it. I'll go back to the classroom by myself. Please give me a morning self-study period to say goodbye to Zhu Peng and Gou You."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran back to Class 6, sat down in his seat, and began frantically pulling out his phone from under the desk.
Zhu Peng, who was sitting in front of Sheng Yan and had just dropped his steamed bun in fright, was startled and dropped his cookie as well.
Even Gou You, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Yan, what are you frantically looking for?"
Sheng Yan didn't even look up: "If you were to sit in front of the third-ranked student, next to the second-ranked student, and behind the first-ranked student, with one of them being the head of the discipline inspection department, the other the student council president, and the other side being a place where Huang Shuliang often secretly observes you, how would you feel if you sat there for a month?"
Gou You replied without hesitation: "It's either depression or death."
Sheng Yan was not surprised at all: "Likewise."
But he was still young, he wanted to live a good life, and he had promised Ms. Xu that he would continue to grow up kindly, bravely, happily, and joyfully in the new year, so he had to save himself.
Sheng Yan quickly pulled out his phone, opened the "Wish Fulfilled" app, made a wish: "[I hope Huang Shuliang will take back his brilliant idea of getting the feng shui treasure land]," and then began to wait anxiously.
But for some reason, this time the white circle took an unusually long time to spin, and there was still no reply as to whether it was approved or not.
Sheng Yan pursed his lips, his fingertips tapping incessantly on the screen.
He was visibly anxious.
Gou You finally couldn't hold back: "Brother Yan, what's wrong? Are you waiting for news from someone?"
Waiting for God's message.
Of course, he couldn't say this to Gou You, otherwise he would seem like a lunatic. So, without even glancing at her, he replied perfunctorily, "Do you believe that a wish-granting system really exists in the world?"
Gou You replied without hesitation, "Of course I believe you."
Zhu Peng, who was in the front row, turned around and joined in the fun, saying, "I believe it too."
Sheng Yan looked up and raised an eyebrow.
Gou You said with a serious face: "Only by believing in the existence of the wishing system can I believe in the existence of Hogwarts, so that I won't have to take the college entrance examination next year."
Zhu Peng said with a solemn expression, "And we must believe in the light."
A slight pause, followed by: "Excerpt from Ultraman Tiga"
Sheng Yan: "..."
Two lunatics.
However, being surrounded by lunatics is better than being surrounded by the warden. The thought of Qin Zigui's icy face, which is no different from a law enforcement AI, watching him for 15 hours a day makes Sheng Yan feel that he can't live like this.
Fortunately, after he tapped the phone screen countless times, the interface paused, the white circle finally stopped spinning, and four large characters appeared: [Wish Approved].
Fortunately, I still have this thing to save myself.
It's unlikely that he'll actually be locked up in jail.
Sheng Yan breathed a long sigh of relief, finally relaxing completely. He lazily opened the task, preparing to welcome the dawn of a new life, but the next second, his half-relaxed body suddenly stopped.
A line of large characters was prominently displayed on the screen: "[Wish/Mission: Pass all subjects in the next mock exam]"
"..."
General practitioners?
Pass?
If he had that ability, would he have been thrown into that auspicious place that was not fit for human habitation by the weasel?
What kind of lousy system is this?!
Can't you even put yourself in the host's shoes and consider things from the host's perspective?!
Sheng Yan was furious and was about to make another wish: "[I hope to pass all the exams next time]", but the system cruelly informed him that "[You have used up your wish quota for this week. Please try again next week]".
Sheng Yan angrily threw his phone under the table, leaned back heavily in his chair, and hung his arms in despair, his eyes numb as if he were about to head to the execution ground in the distance.
Gou You and Zhu Peng couldn't contain their curiosity any longer: "Brother Yan, what happened? How come you're completely out of it after just going to the bathroom?"
Sheng Yan slumped back in his chair, his face expressionless, not wanting to move an inch except for his mouth: "I just ran into a weasel in the toilet."
"Then?"
"Then he said that my exam score was the lowest in the past five years for a science class."
"so?"
"So you're going to give me special treatment."
"What?"
"It's the auspicious place I just told you about, surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side."
"..."
Sheng Yan felt that the moment his voice fell, every living thing within the range of his voice cast a sorrowful gaze at him, as if a hero had gone forth never to return.
And, sympathy.
That kind of naked, undisguised, profound and sorrowful sympathy.
"Brother Yan, take care. There's a long road ahead. This is all I can do for you." Zhu Peng said with a heavy heart, placing the small biscuit that had just fallen on the ground onto the Chinese textbook in front of Sheng Yan.
Sheng Yan wanted to just throw it away for him.
Gou You, barely managing to be somewhat human, reassured him, "Brother Yan, it's alright. We don't need to be so desperate. Actually, it might not be as terrifying or exaggerated as we think. At least you know Lin Qian's personality; she's pretty good, right? And Qin Zigui isn't really the kind of cold-blooded person who's completely heartless and ruthless. He still has some sense of loyalty. Life might not be as hard as you think."
"Yeah, Brother Yan, try to think positively, they're all nice people."
Zhu Peng nodded in agreement.
Sheng Yan: "?"
Weren't these two always the most afraid of Qin Zigui? They always described Qin Zigui as a cold-faced devil, so why are they suddenly speaking up for Qin Zigui today?
He frowned as he looked at Gou You.
Gou You was slightly taken aback at first, then realized what he meant: "Brother Yan, haven't you read the vocational high school post yet?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Yan's expression turned slightly cold: "I heard it from Zhu Peng."
“It’s not that.” Gou You handed over his phone. “There’s new progress. Lin Qian has spoken out to clear Qin Zigui’s name, and public opinion has turned around.”
The phone screen displays a post.
The post is titled "Report on the Incident Involving the Conflict Between Our Student Qin Zigui and Huang Moumou and Others from Your School."
From: Lin Qian
The post contains the following long text.
Regarding the incident circulating on your school's online forum today, in which Qin Zigui of our school physically assaulted Huang Moumou and others from your school due to jealousy, I, as the person involved, have something to say.
First, Qin Zigui from our school did not cause trouble without reason. It was because Huang from your school, along with his accomplices, verbally and physically harassed me at the back gate of our school on the evening of July 1 and at noon on July 3. They also insulted me on the afternoon and evening of July 6 (all of which have witnesses and physical evidence, which you can pick up downstairs).
Therefore, as my classmate, the person sitting behind me, and the most righteous man in our class, Qin Zigui took certain measures to make Huang Moumou and others, who are of low character and constantly flirting with the edge of the law, deeply realize their mistakes and promise never to do them again.
This act was truly a righteous act of standing up for what is right, respecting women, protecting the vulnerable, and fighting for justice! It was absolutely not, as rumored, an act of provoking trouble (as stated by Huang Moumou and others, see below for details).
Secondly, Qin Zigui and I are simply classmates. Admittedly, I am very beautiful and he is extremely handsome, but I only want to get into Tsinghua University, and he only wants to get into Peking University. Therefore, we have no feelings for each other other than being competitors. The chat screenshots are as follows:
[Lin Qian: Qin Zigui, I heard you like me~]
Qin Zigui: I don't like ducks.
Qin Zigui: Using your phone during morning self-study will result in a 3-point deduction from your conduct score.
Lin Qian: ? ? ?
Anyone who looks at this picture and can still say they like me should probably see a psychologist.
Thirdly, in conclusion, our student Qin Zigui is a diligent learner, law-abiding, righteous, and courageous, with absolutely no questionable or unclear actions. So, are you vocational high school students just bored? Your combined scores in six subjects are lower than his single score in one subject, yet you have the nerve to compare yourselves every day, causing trouble, spreading rumors, and so on. Even if your brains look alike, they can't be filled with the same thing! So you'd better not cause trouble, or you'll suffer a double blow of intelligence and physical force, become withdrawn, and increase the burden on society.
Below, all the chat logs where Huang Mao and his gang honestly confessed were posted. No matter how hard the vocational high school students tried to argue, they couldn't withstand the fact that Huang Mao was neither in the right nor had any momentum.
With Gou You and his group each having a sockpuppet account, they went up and praised Qin Zigui to the skies, while belittling Huang Mao and his gang as social scum. Thus, an extremely boring farce temporarily ended with a crushing victory.
Lin Qian's post was definitely not for her own sake; she's a perfectly normal girl, she could have just disappeared from the public eye.
It seems that they had heard some rumors and wanted to thank Qin Zigui, but also felt indignant on behalf of Qin Zigui for suffering those rumors, so they came out to clarify.
Judging from this, she should indeed be a very easy person to get along with.
As for Qin Zigui...
As Sheng Yan was thinking, Gou You clicked his tongue twice: "To be honest, I really didn't expect Qin Zigui to have such a righteous and passionate side. I used to really think he was a cold-blooded animal."
"Exactly, and if you think about it carefully, he often catches us carrying our phones, but he's never confiscated them," Zhu Peng mumbled in agreement while eating a biscuit.
Gou You thought for a moment and said, "That's true. He did lose a lot of points for his petty mischief, but he never seemed to tattle on anyone behind their backs, and he pretended not to see anything about his early romance."
"Yes, and the iodine that Chen Yubai sent to Brother Yan before was also bought by him."
As soon as Zhu Peng finished speaking, Sheng Yan looked up at him and asked, "What do you mean he bought it?"
Zhu Peng chewed on a biscuit with an innocent look on his face: "Those iodine and cotton swabs from before, Chen Yubai mentioned them casually when I was playing games with him last night. What, Brother Yan, you didn't know?"
He didn't know.
Sheng Yan was slightly taken aback.
So actually, Qin Zigui didn't really ignore his injury that day. He not only helped him fight, but also had someone bring him medicine. It was just because of the cold war that he didn't tell him.
I even bought myself a durian mille-feuille yesterday and apologized.
He even spoke up for himself today.
As a result, I never gave him a kind look from beginning to end.
For a moment, Sheng Yan forgot how wronged, sad, and heartbroken he was when he was suddenly told that the friendship was over a year ago. He also forgot how he had repeatedly put aside his pride and tried to make amends, only to be met with indifference. He just felt a sour feeling in his heart.
Before I could figure out why I felt so jealous, a soft voice came from behind me: "Morning self-study is about to end. Huang Shuliang asked me to come and help you move your desk."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Yan turned around and saw Qin Zigui already standing leisurely at the back door.
Then, forgetting what he was supposed to say, he just said "Oh".
So Qin Zigui, familiar with the process, helped him pick up the schoolbag that had fallen from the ground and neatly put the things on the table back in.
That beautiful, slender, pale hand kept waving in front of Sheng Yan, and the dark red wound on the back of the hand kept stinging Sheng Yan's eyes.
It wasn't deep, but it was long, stretching diagonally across the entire back of the hand, and it looked quite jarring when it landed on that hand that was otherwise as perfect as a work of art.
These are the hands that Qin Zigui used to play the violin, code, and write the exam paper that ranked first in the city.
Sheng Yan pursed his lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Qin Zigui remained expressionless: "It's alright. After all, I haven't fought much, so I'm not very good at it. It's normal to get a few injuries."
yes.
Qin Zigui, such a well-behaved student, would never fight. If it weren't for me, he definitely wouldn't have done such a thing.
He was fighting against several people at once, so he must have been bullied terribly by Huang Mao and his gang. Besides this place, he might have been injured in other places that he couldn't see.
As a result, I was so focused on being angry last night that I didn't really care about her at all.
I really went too far.
Sheng Yan felt a little uneasy. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked awkwardly, "Um, do you drink milk tea?"
Qin Zigui stopped what he was doing and looked at him.
Not wanting Qin Zigui to see his weakness and guilty conscience, Sheng Yan immediately straightened his back and said confidently, "I just thought I might buy an extra cup at noon. If you want one, I'll give it to you. I absolutely didn't mean anything by it."
Qin Zigui met his bright, guilty gaze. After three seconds, she paused slightly, lowered her eyelashes, and said, "Yes, drink it. I like it sweet."
Author's Note:
Qin, the Tea Master, the White Flower Guide: I'm really not good at fighting, but as long as my wife believes me, that's fine.
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