0013 Blood Blade (5)
On the rooftop of the second teaching building, there was a broken desk that Chen Yixu had carried over, and two chairs that He Lingling had secretly brought up—one of which was a bit limping.
On the desk was a dim desk lamp, and... a fluffy head.
Chen Yixu carried the dinner she bought at the school gate: He Lingling's favorite Sichuan-style spicy hot pot.
Lingling was fast asleep, her head resting on her midterm exam paper. Chen Yixu noticed the glistening strand of tears at the corner of her mouth and couldn't help but frown.
Then he took out a tissue and wiped it off for her.
A breeze blew by, and since there was no shelter on the rooftop, and it was already late autumn, he saw Lingling shrink her neck.
Just as I was wondering whether to wake her up to go downstairs for dinner, she woke up to the aroma.
Seeing that it was her favorite spicy hot pot, she quickly grabbed it. Opening it, she saw one portion was extra spicy, extra meat, and extra vegetables; the other was bone broth with a few pitiful vegetable leaves soaking in it. Before Lingling could even choose, Chen Yixu took the bone broth portion and placed it in front of her.
He's never been one for spicy or stimulating food; in fact, he doesn't like mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot). However, after a period of tutoring, He Lingling finally passed her midterm math exam, and he promised to treat her to a deluxe version.
Lingling, however, thought differently. Looking at her own sumptuous dinner and then at Chen Yixu pitifully shoveling a few vegetable leaves into her mouth, she felt a pang of resentment.
They were the ones who put in more effort.
For the past month, they skipped evening self-study every day to come here for tutoring. Although the process was very difficult, after a month, He Lingling, who had no math brain, finally started to understand under Chen Yixu's guidance. Hard work pays off, and she finally passed her midterm exam, no longer having to go home and be scolded by her father!
She jumped for joy, while the "little teacher" calmly analyzed her mistakes. She then pleaded with him to give her a day off. She expected him to coldly say "no" again, but to her surprise, he nodded.
He Lingling never expected Chen Yixu to go to so much trouble to buy her spicy hot pot. Was he really that poor? Would he eat nothing but boiled vegetables while treating her to a meal? With a pained expression, she quickly shoveled all the meatballs and meat from her bowl into the bowl opposite her. She put on a selfless act, saying, "You eat more, you're too thin. I'll pay next time." She even grabbed his hand earnestly and said, "I'll be able to support both of us!"
Chen Yixu felt that her eyes were shining when she said that. So, for some inexplicable reason, he didn't tell her the truth, and even endured the discomfort to eat all the food she put on his plate.
I don't know why, but when I'm with her, I can't say many things.
He Lingling was eating and muttering to herself.
"If I can improve by 10 points in every test, then I will get 100 points in the next test, and 110 points in the test after that."
She suddenly looked up as she said this: "110 points, Chen Yixu! I never even dared to dream of it!"
"..."
"A score of 110 means I might be able to score 600, maybe I can stay in J City to study... maybe I can even get into Brother Ayan's university!"
That was the first time he heard the words "Brother Ayan". He didn't pay any attention to it at first, but when he saw the light in her eyes, he couldn't suppress the discomfort in his heart.
Looking back on those ten years, he realized that what stood between them was always the word "silent speech."
He could never compare to her beloved Brother Ayan.
Days passed by one by one.
If that incident hadn't happened, perhaps Lingling would have forgotten what Du Fenfang had once said.
The Chen Yixu she met was so quiet that she forgot how often the name "Chen Yixu" appeared on the official report list.
Lingling felt inexplicably uneasy that day. On her way back to the dormitory for a midday rest, she saw a huge crowd gathered around the basketball court.
She knew that Chen Yixu usually played ball at noon, so she went over to him with the intention of playing with him for a while.
But what she saw left her frozen in place.
She had never seen Chen Yixu like this before. His eyes were almost filled with murderous intent, and blood was gushing from the corners of his mouth and his fists. The person he was pressing down on was even more terrifying, his white clothes were completely stained red, and he couldn't even utter a word.
A huge crowd gathered, but not a single person dared to step forward and stop him.
Suddenly, Chen Yixu seemed to sense something and looked precisely in her direction.
He saw fear in her eyes.
Without realizing it, he stopped, but blood continued to gush from his forehead, flowing onto his beauty mark.
A teacher ran over, followed by the sound of sirens.
The beaten boy has been taken to the hospital. In the office are the principal, the grade director, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 11, the police officer, the boy's mother, and Chen Yixu.
Everyone stood solemnly, while Chen Yixu leaned against the wall.
His wounds on his face and body were untreated, and he looked quite frightening.
The boy's mother disagreed with settling the matter privately, saying that her son's life was hanging in the balance at the hospital. Pointing at Chen Yixu, she said that this student who had committed so many evil deeds should not be let off the hook. The teachers stood by and smiled, trying to persuade her.
That student did look a bit scary, but anyone could tell he only had superficial injuries. How could he be in a life-or-death situation?
The woman was overweight and wore a cheap, fuchsia sequined dress. She stood with her hands on her hips and yelled, "Where are the parents? Let their parents come and talk to us!"
Chen Yixu's eyes darkened. The principal gently pressed the woman's arm, trying to soothe her emotions, but she shook him off.
"How much do you want?" he asked in a low voice.
The people in the room fell silent for a moment.
The woman jumped up and yelled, "Who do you think you are! You hurt my precious son..."
"Three hundred thousand."
A number that can shut everyone up.
This is the salary that a senior white-collar worker in J city cannot earn in a year.
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances. The woman, skeptical, watched as he quickly wrote down a string of numbers. He told her to call this person, and the money would arrive that day. Then he turned and left.
The woman wanted to chase after him; how could she let this young man dismiss her with just a few words? Who knew if he was telling the truth or not? Such a young age and yet he was spouting such nonsense… But before she could take a step, she was stopped by the police inside the house.
She secretly ran a small hair salon, evaded taxes, and was terrified of the police, so she could only purse her lips and shrink back. She immediately pulled out her phone to verify.
The policeman shook his head at the principal and teachers, indicating that the matter was over.
He knew the boy.
About a year ago, he was also taken to the police station because of a fight.
They have the best way to deal with these petty thugs who don't study properly and get into fights. They lock them up for two days, and when they come out, they're all back to normal.
It happened to be his shift that day. He felt that the boy in front of him was handsome and refined, and his demeanor was not like that of a child raised in such a small place.
He asked him why he came in. He didn't answer, but his colleague told him that he had broken someone's leg.
He chuckled, looking thin and frail yet surprisingly strong. The boy, hearing his laughter, glanced up at him, nearly choking on the tea he had just drunk. He actually felt like he hadn't met the gaze of a child.
He later realized that it was fortunate he had asked that question that day, preventing him from being immediately locked up in a detention center. That almost saved the rest of his life.
Because in the very next second, the section chief himself came in and asked the boy to leave.
Yes, please. He had never seen that snobbish section chief be so polite to anyone before.
What's more, it was just a child.
He was unaware that the section chief also nearly believed he was about to ruin his political career.
Looking at the man's military uniform and epaulets, he felt a chill run down his spine and was secretly alarmed.
Later, after researching online, he was even more deeply disturbed. How could he have imagined that a small police station would host the Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Military Region?
He looked at the two similar faces, one old and one young, in the room, then bent down and closed the door. Outside were two men in military uniforms. He smiled and offered them tea, but the two men stood solemnly by the door and didn't accept it.
No one saw it, but a loud slap landed on the boy's face.
P.S.: Blood Blade should have about one more chapter.
Dad's first appearance
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