day50
Fanlan is attending classes at school.
He didn't dress up today - it was the aftereffect of being a stay-at-home for a week with Lester, so he just wore a simple white shirt, a belt, and draped trousers. His hair was casually tied up behind his head and fixed with a paintbrush.
The one inserted was a hand-painted paintbrush that he had sharpened himself, because it was completely useless in school courses - nowadays, painting tools have been fully digitized, whether it is public painting or school teaching, all that is used are electronic drawing boards and electronic pens. Therefore, this coloring pen that seemed useless in the classroom was used as a hairpin by Fanlan, who felt that his hair was a bit in the way.
Frost, who was standing next to him, wrote a few words on the floating light screen, and then popped the virtual window in front of Fanlan.
[Would you like to go to the bar tonight?]
Fanlan wrote "no".
Frost pouted and continued writing.
[What are you going to do tonight?]
Go to a light and shadow exhibition
[And that kid from Shichuan?]
［^ ^］
The virtual window stopped at Frost's side and didn't move on.
But Fanlan wrote another sentence:
[Don't have bad ideas]
[You control me]
[oh? ]
[……]
The male insect, looking unhappy, stopped writing.
But the next day, when Fanlan had no classes, Fuss still brought the worm to Yulita.
He had been unhappy with Yulita for a very, very long time.
Fusi had a bit of rebelliousness in him, as if he had forgotten the pain once the wound had healed. He obviously knew that such behavior would make Fanlan angry once discovered, but he couldn't bear the anger in his heart after all.
He sat on Yulita's back while she was being held on the ground, inserted his five fingers into her black hair, pulled it up, and leaned in close to ask softly, "Do you still dare to approach Fanlan?"
The handsome black-haired male insect had lost his usual carefree innocence, but he did not show any fear. The corners of his mouth, which always had a soft smile, were lowered, and he stared at Fusi quietly. After a while, he hooked his eyes and said, "You're going to lose again this time."
Fusi was startled, then became furious.
That night, Yulita was seriously injured, but was cured by the private insect hospital. Everything seemed to have never happened. There was no evidence, no scars, no insects who couldn't control their mouths. Under the blue sky, the art academy was harmonious.
But Fanlan still knew it.
Of course, Yulita always found a way to let him know without making a sound.
Fanlan was silent for a moment, touched Yulita's head and said sorry.
"I'll take care of it."
Yulita smiled, her smile still sweet and gentle. He rubbed Fanlan's palm and said sensibly: "It's okay, everything is fine. Don't be angry about this... I don't want to make you unhappy."
"Where were the injuries?"
"Hmm, neck, shoulders, legs...I can't remember clearly!"
"I see."
After that, Fanlan never responded to Fusi's message again.
Three days later, Fuss stopped Fanlan on the school road, her face showing half anger and half aggrieved, as well as some guilt that she was trying hard to suppress.
"Why are you ignoring me?!"
Fanlan didn't answer.
"..." Fusi's fingers moved and her voice lowered. "Just because I taught your little brother a lesson?"
Fanlan still didn't answer, but turned around and prepared to leave. Fusi grabbed his arm and said, "I was wrong - Alan, Alan, don't be angry. I promise there won't be a next time. Don't be angry with me..."
Vanlan twitched his arm, but Fusi held it tightly.
So he had to turn around and look at the male insect who was in the upper hand with a guilty and fearful look on his face, and said, "I thought you had learned your lesson."
His tone clearly did not carry any emotion, but the disappointment that might have been contained in it made the fear in Fusi's heart really begin to rise. He looked at him, and there was no warmth in those blue eyes at this moment. Fusi always knew that when Fanlan didn't smile, his eyes were actually very cold.
"I..." the proud male insect stammered.
I'm afraid no other insect has ever seen such an expression on Frost Hurley's face.
It is obvious that he is always arrogant, domineering, presumptuous and bad.
But this expression was not unfamiliar to either of them.
It is true that Fanlan is very likable to insects, but it is far from the extent that any insect would like him at first sight.
Especially someone like Frost.
Frost had also wanted to teach this popular, overly conspicuous male insect a lesson.
So he blocked Fanlan's way to the bathroom, closed the door, and looked at the figure washing his hands slowly in front of the mirror.
Fanlan turned off the water, wiped his hands, and met the malicious, snake-like gaze in the mirror.
"You seem to be having a very happy life - school belle." The brown-haired male insect curled his lips sarcastically, walked closer, and stood side by side with Fanlan in front of the sink.
"Hello, Frost." Fanlan nodded to him. He knew the other person's name. Of course, just as Fanlan was quite famous when he first entered the campus, Frost's appearance and style of doing things made him equally famous.
His nonchalant attitude undoubtedly angered Frost even more. She sneered, suddenly raised her foot, and kicked the cleaning bucket standing next to her towards Fanlan. With a bang, the bucket fell down, and the splashed water splashed all over Fanlan's pants.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Frost drawled in an affected voice.
Vanlan looked down at his wet trouser legs below the knees and knew that this was just a prelude signal. He also knew something about creatures like Fuss. Often, they would not understand the meaning of brakes until they were reckless enough to satisfy themselves.
So Fanlan looked up, glanced at the door bolt that was locked by Fusi, and reached out to turn on the faucet.
"What for? Our school beauty isn't going to wash her pants here, is she?"
“…”
"Hmm? Are you mute?"
Fuss raised her hand and tried to pinch Fanlan's chin, but her wrist was held. She struggled to get her arm loose but couldn't move. She was about to say something else, but the next second she was grabbed by the hair and pushed face down into the sink.
“Hmm!”
The pool was full of water with the drain valve blocked. Frost struggled violently with his free hand, but found that the hand behind his head did not move at all. Only then did he realize that this was different from the weak "lambs" he had bullied in the past. However, it was too late. He choked on water several times during the struggle, and the oxygen in his lungs became less and less. The fear of death inevitably began to emerge in his heart. His originally angry voice became weak, and he whimpered and cried. When his consciousness was on the verge of dissipating, he was finally pulled out of the water. In a trance, he heard the gentle voice saying, "Do you know that this is wrong?", but before he could answer, his head was pressed back into the water.
Suffocate, breathe, suffocate, breathe... The time for breathing is always so short that there is no time to react, but suffocation is always so endless and long. Fuss doesn't know how many times this experience has been repeated. When his ears are ringing, he seems to hear Fanlan's questions. He wants to answer, but Fanlan doesn't give him the chance to speak.
He felt like he was going to die.
When he was dying, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, and he didn't know that he had left the water. His body slumped on the ground, his face was pale, and his loose hair was dripping wet and hanging on his face. He looked in a miserable state.
The lights overhead were blinding and unreal.
A face appeared in the midst of the light and shadows, and then she felt a touch on her face. She felt a pair of hands holding her cheeks, and the strange yet familiar face in front of her came closer. There was a hallucinatory voice guiding her in her ears, saying:
"Frus, breathe."
"Breathe out, breathe in...yes, that's it."
He breathed in and out, following the guidance of the sound.
Consciousness slowly returned, but still a little dazed.
But he finally saw Fanlan's beautiful yet terrifying face.
He saw the full lips move and utter the words that had echoed in his ears many times in the moments of life and death, but he had never had the chance to answer.
"Fusi, do you know you are wrong?"
"I……"
Frost opened her mouth, but her throat was hoarse and dry from being choked, and she couldn't make a complete sound for a while.
"Um?"
Fanlan's face seemed to move closer.
Fusi stared blankly at those icy blue eyes. He was subconsciously afraid that he would be pushed underwater again after saying this. He was eager to speak and coughed again. Finally, he stumbled and mechanically answered: "I know... I know... I'm wrong."
"Good boy." Then Fanlan stroked his head and brushed his wet and messy long hair behind his ears, revealing his pale and pitiful face, which was no longer arrogant.
He placed his hand on Fusi's cold face, with a hint of affection, but it made the latter's lips and teeth tremble.
"It's alright, I think we all need to go change our clothes."
"Then stand up and follow me, okay?"
The male insect's lips trembled, and he stammered for a long time, finally uttering a difficult syllable.
"……good."
———
These two insects were not unfamiliar with such expressions.
That was not the only time that Fuss was "disciplined" by Vanlan.
After a few times, he seemed to have really learned his lesson.
The strange thing is that Frost did not make it public. He could clearly use external forces to carry out revenge, but strangely he did not do so.
Because Fanlan made him feel fear, shame, humiliation, and something he was unwilling to admit, an extremely strange and weird feeling, a feeling of being educated.
A worm like Frost is born noble. His family background, gender, and appearance mean that he is born to be indulged and obeyed.
The character he has developed also makes him take all kinds of indulgence, self-indulgence and tolerance of love for granted. In the face of all this, he does not feel loved or satisfied, but only thinks it is natural and does not take it seriously.
In other words, he had never been disciplined.
But now, Fanlan did it.
Fusi held onto Fanlan's arm tightly and finally said, "Punish me."
Fanlan still didn't speak.
Fusi took a step closer and hugged his arms completely, and said with determination: "I can punish you in any way, as long as you calm down."
"Do you think that if I punish you, it is to appease me?"
"No, it's because I did something wrong and I should be punished." Frost quickly changed the subject. At this point, he had indeed learned his lesson.
That afternoon, Vanlan took Frost into a basement.
The brown-haired male raised his hands in fear but obedience, allowing the metal shackles to lock his wrists.
Fanlan asked him where he had hurt Yulita.
Fusi could no longer remember clearly, and could only try to name a few common parts, but she was afraid of being discovered if she gave a wrong answer - Fanlan probably already knew the answer, didn't he? So she answered the other parts he could think of intermittently.
He saw Fanlan put on a pair of black leather gloves, pinched his wrist, and then took a whip that was glowing with cold light from the wall.
The following week, Firth Hurley did not go to school.
The private insect hospital serving the Hurley family has not received any work notice.
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