"Whose phone is ringing?! Turn it off right now!!"
Feeling utterly humiliated, Song Xiaoyang's veins bulged on the back of his hand as he turned around and roared angrily at the crowd.
The student whose phone suddenly rang quickly and awkwardly hung up the phone.
The eerie background music was cut off, and the surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet, but Chaochao's loyal female fans and mothers couldn't sit still.
"Song Xiaoyang, you don't have to steal candy from children."
"Yeah, how old are you..."
One voice of dissatisfaction after another was raised.
Song Xiaoyang stared at the little dumpling and let out a low, short laugh.
The students in Class One felt a jolt in their hearts.
Oh no, he's going crazy.
"Okay, I'll give it back to you."
Trying to destroy the evidence but failing and being humiliated by a three-year-old, Song Xiaoyang's eyes became slightly bloodshot from the shock. After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, while Chaochao, sensing the sinister aura, cautiously took a small step back, not as if to back down.
Then you see her ill-fated lollipop being violently thrown to the ground!
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
Song Xiaoyang gave a fake smile and apologized, but he didn't stop walking.
Chaochao stared blankly down at the candy that had been thrown to the ground.
Pei Yushen, who was keeping a close eye on the little girl, saw her in a daze, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips tightened involuntarily.
On the day we first met, I... just like that, squandered the snacks she brought me...
Does Chaochao remember that time...?
The little dumpling who appeared sad and lost in thought in Pei Yushen's eyes actually had a whole set of inner thoughts.
Seeing a lollipop being violently smashed, my first reaction was—Ahhh, the lollipop's dead! Oh wait, the lollipop can't be killed.
My second reaction was – This person is so annoying! Why does he have to kill the hostage just because he can't have it?
My third thought—well, it seems like the candies inside weren't broken, so I can still pick them up and eat them, right…?
Then the little dumpling, who was standing still, began to struggle with whether to eat or not.
Students around them immediately raised their phones to take photos and videos, but Song Xiaoyang, who seemed to be practicing martial arts to the point of going mad, didn't care at all. Seeing that the lollipop was intact, he gritted his teeth and approached step by step.
Pei Yushen, who had been looking down, raised his eyes again, his gaze, filled with frost and coldness, locking onto his former deskmate. "Stop."
As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, Song Xiaoyang first laughed exaggeratedly twice, and then looked at Pei Yushen with a forced smile and said sarcastically, "Go ahead and stop me if you dare."
He faced Pei Yushen, raising his right foot toward the candy.
While struggling with her inner turmoil, Chaochao suddenly noticed a gray shadow looming over Xiaochengtang. "?"
Song Xiaoyang only withdrew his provocative gaze from Pei Yushen at the very last moment before landing.
It's just a disability—
Song Xiaoyang's dark and malicious thoughts of belittling him suddenly stopped, along with his sneakers that were hovering low in the air. In the shadow cast by the newcomer, he was shocked and slowly raised his head until he finally met the cold, slightly downward gaze of the boy in front of him.
He was so shocked that he stammered and couldn't speak, his eyes wide open and almost popping out of their sockets. "You...you!"
He must be dreaming, right? Or maybe he's taken too much medication and is finally hallucinating! Isn't Pei Yushen almost beyond hope of recovery?
But if that's the case, then who is the person standing in front of him now?
Pei Yushen's dark, aloof eyes lowered, devoid of any warmth, as if he were staring at a monstrous creature that inspired disgust. His calm tone was like stubborn ice in spring, chilling one to the bone—"I said, stop."
It was Pei Yushen's face, and it was his voice; there was no one else.
Song Xiaoyang, whose daydream had been shattered, felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and even on a sunny day at the end of June, his teeth chattered from the cold.
He had even lost the only reason he could comfort himself.
The impact of this scene was so strong that Song Xiaoyang trembled and spasmed slightly while his mind went completely blank.
It's just a piece of candy, is it really that big of a deal?
In all his years, only three events had a truly profound impact on Song Xiaoyang. The first was learning that Pei Yushen had been paralyzed in both legs in a car accident and that his genius had fallen. The second was when Pei Yushen calmly stabbed him in the neck with a fork. The third was right now—Pei Yushen actually stood up from his wheelchair because of a single sentence he uttered.
Not only him, but everyone present except Chaochao was so shocked that they were speechless. It truly was a scene of utter silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The expression on all the students' faces should look like this: ∑(??д??lll)
Compared to Song Xiaoyang, they were the ones who actually witnessed Pei Yushen suddenly get up from his wheelchair and stride off to stop people!
My goodness, they actually stumbled upon a medical miracle!! This is going to be on the front page in no time, isn't it?
All that awkward silence before is nothing compared to this bombshell news!
Is the power of a lollipop really that terrifying?
The students all looked like they were dreaming.
They then realized that the wheelchairs were making them look shorter, and they were surprised to find that Pei Yushen was actually half a head taller than Song Xiaoyang, who was officially listed as 182cm.
Goodness, those long legs have been buried for three years!
"It's over, it's over..." Qiu Zhewen murmured, as if he had lost his soul.
For the past two weeks, Pei Yushen was completely helpless, like a fish on a chopping block!
Did I wake up too fast this morning and my nightmare came true?
The scenes of how he had tripped up Pei Yushen flashed before his eyes, like watching a documentary before his execution to understand how he was going to die.
“…Pei Yushen, you…”
Forced back a step by the intense pressure, Song Xiaoyang, clinging to his last shred of hope, tried to look the other man in the eye. He clenched his fists, telling himself there was still one possibility—
"Did you have a leg amputated?"
It's not impossible that what you're wearing now is a prosthetic leg, right?
The system clicked its tongue dismissively twice.
LOL, you're so pathetic that you refuse to open your eyes to reality.
As soon as his voice, tinged with a hint of hope, landed, he quickly rescued Chaochao, who was currently dusting off the orange lollipop, and couldn't help but show a slightly disgusted expression to Song Xiaoyang.
How come you not only like to bully people, but you also have such a poor way of speaking?
That's really something, Uncle Mu.
Chaochao pouted and blew away the last bit of dust from the plastic shell, then put it back in her pocket with satisfaction.
Although you hurt my feelings just now, I'll let it go since you were hurt so badly too and you're so delicious.
After sweetly comforting Xiao Cheng, Chao Chao raised her head again and seamlessly switched to looking at Song Xiaoyang with the same look one would give a village idiot, shaking her head and sighing regretfully.
Pei Yushen's calm gaze gradually changed, turning into the look of someone looking at an idiot.
Even with his muscles taut from ankle to thigh like a string about to snap, he remained calm under the barrage of hundreds of dazed stares, muttering a sarcastic remark:
"More than a year has passed, and I still like to deceive myself."
One sentence shattered all of Song Xiaoyang's illusions.
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