The incandescent tube in the changing room buzzed, its stark white light making the tears clinging to Shen Yuxing's eyelashes glitter.
Jiang Yu's fist came down with a rush of air.
Shen Yuxing turned his head in time, his nose narrowly avoiding the punch, but it still grazed half an inch of his cheekbone, and the momentum flung him hard against the lockers.
The sheet-metal door crashed loudly. The corner of his mouth split, and beads of blood seeped out, making his face look frighteningly pale.
"You still fucking dare to smile!" Jiang Yu grabbed Shen Yuxing by the collar.
Forced to tilt his head back, Shen Yuxing felt tears slide from the corners of his eyes into his hair. The blood at his mouth smeared onto his collar, spreading into a small, glaring patch of red.
But when his eyes shifted to Jiang Yu's face, his lips moved silently again.
Fucking idiot.
Jiang Yu's pupils contracted sharply.
Before he could throw a second punch, someone kicked the changing room door open from outside.
The door slammed against the wall and bounced back, only for a hand to hold it firmly in place.
Against the light, the sunset at the end of the corridor poured in behind the newcomer, casting a long, slender shadow across the stark white tiles.
Jiang Yu's fist stopped dead in midair. He twisted his neck and found himself staring straight into a pitch-black phone camera.
Duan Qizhao held his phone right up to his face. The flash went off with a click, illuminating every detail of Jiang Yu's stunned expression.
"School bullying! Punching and kicking! Picking on the weak!" Duan Qizhao's words came fast and smoothly, his camera steadily framing the hand Jiang Yu had clenched around Shen Yuxing's collar.
"You're really something, young master