When Ma Xiaoding walked out of the stairwell, he was still grinning like an idiot, as though he had been the one cutting such an imposing figure earlier. He had his lackeys hold up Zhu Zhixing, who looked as though he had nothing left to live for.
He eagerly trotted after Song Yu, calling "Brother Yu" over and over, clear and loud, as though he wanted the entire street to hear.
Thoroughly annoyed, Song Yu asked, "What are you doing?"
He had yet to settle the score with Ma Xiaoding over today-if he hadn't been there, would Ma Xiaoding have taken his lackeys to Chen Zhijie's place to get themselves wiped out?
Yet Ma Xiaoding had no self-awareness whatsoever. "Brother Yu! Why did you let those people off just now? Didn't you hear how disgusting they were at the beginning? And if you'd fought today, we would've become famous all over Linqing Street! Who cares about being school tyrants-we'd be the daddies of this whole street! How badass is that!"
Song Yu: "..."
Only little brats went looking for fights everywhere.
At the end of his patience, he said coldly, "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm here to study."
Under his glare, Ma Xiaoding fell silent, feeling wronged.
As they walked, Ma Xiaoding suddenly found their surroundings familiar. "Huh, doesn't this look like the way to our junior high?"
Song Yu couldn't be bothered with him.
Jingcheng No. 1 High School and Experimental Junior High School were very close.
They just had to leave Linqing Street and go around two more streets.
After all that commotion, it was already evening. The last light of sunset spilled over the high-rises and onto the row of roadside trees outside the school wall, its orange glow gentle and brilliant. Across from the school was a snack street, its aromas carrying for miles.
The term had now started at Experimental Junior High School too.
Outsiders couldn't easily enter, but Song Yu had no intention of going inside anyway.
One scene in Gentle Control had left a particularly deep impression on him.
They continued straight down this street.
At the junior high's back gate was an alley with an especially large tree. Its shape somewhat resembled an upside-down heart, so the students jokingly called it the Love Tree. The Love Tree grew right against the wall, and this spot had become a sacred place among the students, with people constantly coming and going.
The wall beside the tree was covered in colorful graffiti, filled with declarations of love written as young feelings first awakened. Of course, it wasn't just admiration. This was another venting wall for the school, with hatred, jealousy, and pressure all displayed hideously across it.
In the childish handwriting, they could just make out phrases like "So-and-so, I like you," "That teacher from Class X is so revolting," and "I'm so pissed, XXX is a bitch." But what drew the most attention was a line written at the very top in glaring red pen.
"Xie Sui's mom is a whore."
Underneath, others had added question marks, expressions of disgust, strings of laughter, and snide comments. The most innocent, and also the most evil.
This was the place.
Song Yu remembered it clearly.
That was because, in Gentle Control, the first gong had learned about this place from someone else, and it had become a key plot point in winning Xie Sui over.
This wall stood right on Xie Sui's route to school.
He saw it every single day, facing humiliation and ridicule day after day, the red words bloody and raw. He had tried wiping them away, explaining, and shouting, but none of it had worked. To outsiders, resistance and concealment only meant a guilty conscience. Over time, he had grown increasingly silent.
Ma Xiaoding knew this spot-the Love Tree and the confession wall. But to him, it was just somewhere little girls vented their feelings. A school tyrant didn't care.
He hollered.
"Brother Yu, how do you even know about this place?"
Song Yu stopped beneath the tree and looked up at the wall covered in colorful graffiti. Ignoring Ma Xiaoding, he turned toward Zhu Zhixing, whose legs had already gone weak with fear, his lips trembling.
Expressionless, he asked mildly, "Look familiar?"
For Zhu Zhixing, who had been threatened the entire way here, those words were the last straw. He broke down completely, dropping to his knees and bursting into tears. "I was wrong! Boss, I was wrong! I wasn't the only one who wrote this. Boss, I'll tell you their names too. Please let me go!"
His small eyes were bloodshot, tears spilling from fear. Truly afraid Song Yu would kill him here, he turned and saw Xie Sui as though he had spotted hope. He crawled over on his knees, reaching for Xie Sui's trouser leg. "Xie Sui! We grew up in the same neighborhood. I just have a foul mouth and like talking nonsense, but I can honestly say I've never actually done anything to you. Please put in a good word for me! Xie Sui! Your grandma knows me too! We're all neighbors. Please save me!"
Not just Song Yu-even someone as thick-skinned as Ma Xiaoding was infuriated by his shamelessness.
He kicked Zhu Zhixing in the ass. "After all the shit you pulled in junior high, you should be grateful Xie Sui hasn't killed you!"
Tears and snot streaming down his face, Zhu Zhixing babbled incoherently. "I was wrong, I'll never do it again, I was wrong! Boss, let me go! I want to go home! Xie Sui! Xie Sui! Say something for me!"
Song Yu ignored him and turned to Xie Sui.
Xie Sui stood in the shade of the leaves, his head tilted up as he looked at the words on the wall, his peach-blossom eyes cold and unfathomable.
His expression was unreadable in the shifting light and shadow.
After a long while, Xie Sui tugged at the corner of his lips and smiled.
Yet everyone there sensed an indescribable danger.
Song Yu froze too.
He felt that Xie Sui's smile just now had eerily matched the man in the trench coat holding a gun in his dream.
The same boredom and weariness.
Zhu Zhixing fell silent, his face wet all over. Kneeling on the concrete, he stared blankly at the boy approaching him.
Xie Sui took two long strides forward and leaned down slightly. Beneath his short hair, his dark eyes were narrow, deep, and cold. The smile at his lips faded, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Zhu Zhixing trembled, utterly stupefied.
Ma Xiaoding seemed about to run his mouth, but Song Yu stepped on his shoe. He sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed his words.
Zhu Zhixing thought he would be punched to the ground or kicked over, but none of the bloody, violent scenes he imagined came to pass.
Only the boy's cool command came from above. "Wipe it off."
After a brief daze, Zhu Zhixing was ecstatic, without even time to stop his tears and snot. "Yes! Yes! I'll clean this whole wall until it's spotless. Xie Sui, I'll never bother you again. I'll watch my mouth from now on!"
He stood up so quickly that he twisted his ankle, the pain knitting his brows, but it did nothing to diminish the delight on his face. He limped joyfully over to the wall and began rubbing at it with his clothes dampened with spit. Halfway through, finding it too slow, he began scraping with his hands instead, so hard that he didn't even care when his nails broke.
Ma Xiaoding gaped. They were letting the bastard off just like that? Exasperated at his failure to stand up for himself, he said, "Xie Sui, after how this scumbag treated you in junior high, if you don't dare hit him, I can beat him up for you."
Song Yu thought Ma Xiaoding's thinking was truly hopeless. "Is there anything in your head besides fighting?"
Ma Xiaoding, feeling wronged: "..."
Brother Yu, you actually have the nerve to say that to me?
Xie Sui's gaze rested on the wall.
Who knew what he was recalling across time and space.
Feigning casualness, Song Yu asked, "That's it?"
Xie Sui's gaze fell on his fair, clean face.
The hostility and chill stirred in his heart by this familiar place melted in Song Yu's eyes.
After a long while, he smiled.
"Mm. Let bygones be bygones."
But icy words flowed through his heart-as if.
Song Yu wanted Zhu Zhixing to shut his mouth for good, but ultimately, he also wanted Xie Sui to completely untangle the knot the past had left in his heart.
In the original novel, the first gong had brought Xie Sui here and ordered his men to wipe away that line in front of him.
This time, Song Yu had simply brought Zhu Zhixing himself.
Whoever wrote it would wipe it away.
Grudges and their causes all had their end.
"Do you have a class group chat? From junior high."
Song Yu turned to ask Ma Xiaoding.
After thinking for a moment, Ma Xiaoding shook his head decisively. "No!"
His lackey behind him was dumbfounded and utterly confused. "What do you mean, no? Brother Ma, did you forget? When the group was first created, you spammed it more than anyone. You had to run your mouth about every little thing! Then your profile picture scared the class monitor into crying in the middle of the night, and you got kicked out the next day."
Ma Xiaoding: "..."
Song Yu simply met his eyes.
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
Ma Xiaoding's lackey belatedly scratched his head. "Did... did I say something I shouldn't have?"
Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth. "No. Thank you."
The lackey: "??!!!"
What do I do!! Brother Yu praised me. I feel like I'm about to ascend to heaven.
Song Yu walked up to the wall.
The moment he approached, Zhu Zhixing went rigid, his breathing stopping.
Taller than him, Song Yu stood straight.
He looked up at the graffiti beneath the Love Tree and asked mildly, "Why did you target Xie Sui so much in junior high?"
Zhu Zhixing's fingers trembled, his tiny eyes fixed straight ahead.
Jumbled lines and childish drawings.
Why had he targeted Xie Sui... Probably all out of jealousy. Good-looking, good grades-the person he went to every effort to please had eyes and thoughts only for Xie Sui. In the narrow stairwell, there had been endless curses every day, and snide discussions about Xie Sui's mother. Malice arose, falsehoods spread, and over time it became a habit.
But it was too late to say any of that now.
Zhu Zhixing's mind was blank. Song Yu's imposing presence in the pool hall had terrified him senseless, and the fear clogging his mind still hadn't dispersed.
He was afraid he really wouldn't make it back alive.
Tears fell again as he pleaded hoarsely.
"I was wrong, boss. I was wrong. I'll never talk nonsense again. Really."
Song Yu said, "Give him an explanation."
His nose red, Zhu Zhixing looked at him through tear-filled eyes, not understanding.
Song Yu said, "In your junior high class group. Maybe he really doesn't care anymore, but you owe him this-a long-overdue apology."
For Zhu Zhixing, this night truly was a nightmare he couldn't wake from.
His nerves were taut, his limbs stiff.
What people feared most was always an unknown threat.
Fear and regret surged forth, tearing at his mind.
Distraught, he stayed alone by the wall, scraping at it bit by bit. His fingertips bled, but even the raw pain didn't dare make him stop.
"Let's go. It's almost seven."
Song Yu turned around.
Ma Xiaoding was still indignant. "Brother Yu! We're just letting him off like this?"
Song Yu glanced at him. "Beating him up probably wouldn't teach him as much of a lesson as this."
Ma Xiaoding choked. Remembering Zhu Zhixing's expression as he knelt scared witless in front of the wall, he had no choice but to shut up.
That seemed to make some sense. Besides, that dumbass Zhu Zhixing could forget about going home tonight. He could stay here.
Song Yu and Xie Sui walked at the front.
The September evening wind was hot and dry. The earth glowed orange-red, the sunset clouds gradually fading on the horizon as tall buildings cast their shadows over the world. Many camphor trees lined both sides of the road, fallen leaves fluttering across the ground.
Song Yu quietly turned to look at Xie Sui.
Though he had stormed in and beaten people up today with a seamless string of moves, thinking back afterward, he actually felt a little uncertain.
Would doing this... really make Xie Sui happy?
Some things really weren't suited to being recalled over and over.
Song Yu frowned.
Xie Sui walked in silence, his thin lips pressed together, his profile exquisite and cool. When he didn't speak, he felt particularly unapproachable.
Xie Sui was thinking.
He wasn't Song Yu, venting his anger by beating people up with nothing but youthful spirit. If he truly made a move, even without his status as Young Master Xie of City A, he had the ability to plunge Zhu Zhixing's entire family into darkness for the rest of their lives.
"Are you angry?"
After hesitating for ages, Song Yu finally turned and voiced what was on his mind.
His thoughts interrupted, Xie Sui paused, then frowned and asked mildly, "Why would you ask that?"
When Song Yu wasn't hitting people, he really didn't look like a school tyrant at all.
His lashes curled upward and his eyes were clear. He looked unbelievably well-behaved and delicate.
Song Yu thought about it and was quite straightforward.
"I took it upon myself to bring you here. Maybe you didn't want to come back. I'm sorry."
Xie Sui's steps faltered. He turned to look at him, his pitch-black eyes holding some amusement, along with a gentleness he himself hadn't noticed. His voice, however, remained calm.
"You're actually apologizing to me for that?"
Song Yu said slowly, "I thought there might be things in your past you wouldn't want other people knowing about."
Not everyone liked telling others about their misery.
The smile on Xie Sui's lips deepened.
So cute.
But Song Yu was right.
There were many things in his past he had no desire to recall or talk about again.
This place today.
If anyone other than Song Yu had brought him here.
The outcome would have been entirely different.
Something meaningful flickered through Xie Sui's eyes.
He remembered his previous life.
His childhood was no secret in City A's high society. Many people, especially women, searched everywhere for traces of it, just to piece together a glimpse of his miserable childhood. Then they would bring it before him to express their concern, tenderness, and affection, trying to get closer with an attitude of "I understand you."
In reality.
It was like digging their own graves.
Xie Sui smiled faintly and said, "I'm not angry."
Because it's you.
Song Yu inwardly sighed in relief. Even after reading the original novel, he had never felt that he understood Xie Sui.
"As long as you're not angry."
Then this could count as saying goodbye to the past for good, right?
Having tossed his things to Ma Xiaoding to carry, Song Yu had kept only a packet of mints on him.
He tore open the wrapper, took out a translucent blue candy, and tossed it into his mouth. Then he took out another and held it out to Xie Sui. "Want one?"
He had only offered out of instinct and quickly remembered that Xie Sui had turned him down last time.
"Oh, right, you don't eat-" The word "candy" rose to his throat, but never came out.
Song Yu's eyes widened as he stared blankly at Xie Sui, who naturally and calmly took the mint from his hand.
???
After a long moment, he asked bluntly, "Weren't you not eating any?"
Xie Sui smiled. "I wanted to try it. I think it'll be very sweet."
Chewing his own candy, Song Yu muttered, "How could a mint be that sweet?"
When they returned to No. 1 High School, it was exactly two minutes to seven.
But when they reached Class One, no one was there.
Ma Xiaoding called Xi Bowen. Once he learned what had happened, he hung up, furious. "Fuck! Brother Yu, I feel like our homeroom teacher's targeting you! We're not even late yet, are we? She took everyone away early and still had to throw shade and diss you, saying you weren't here to study, just to stir shit, and that you were already leading good students astray on day one! Fuck! What's her problem?"
Song Yu curled his lips, unconcerned. "If she won't take us, we'll go ourselves."
The rebelliousness in Ma Xiaoding's bones began to stir. "Brother Yu, we're still going? She's already given up on us. How about we go to an internet café? Let me tell you, the owner cornered me today to pitch this new online game called Supreme Mad Owl. It sounded pretty interesting."
Song Yu didn't care about idiotic-sounding labels like school tyrant or street tyrant, but he was quite dedicated to the top-student persona he'd created for himself.
He'd even brought a book along to the auditorium. Hearing Ma Xiaoding's suggestion, he turned and smacked him on the head with it.
"She gave up on you, so you're just going to give up on yourself too? What kind of logic is that? Get to the auditorium. Xie Sui still has to give a speech as the freshman representative."
After taking the hit, Ma Xiaoding slapped his forehead in realization. "Oh, right! Xie Sui still has to go onstage. Brother Yu, you and Xie Sui go ahead. I'll find my boys and buy some glow sticks first! We've got to cheer him on properly! Each of us has to make as much noise as a hundred people!"
Song Yu: "???"
But before he could stop him, Ma Xiaoding had already dashed away.
"..." Song Yu turned to Xie Sui. "Actually, when he calls me Brother Yu, I don't want to acknowledge it."
No. 1 High School's auditorium was also close to the classroom buildings.
It was huge and could hold several thousand people, but Song Yu headed straight backstage.
After all, Xie Sui still needed some time to prepare.
On the way there.
Song Yu made conversation for the sake of it, sounding like he was chanting a spell. "Not nervous, not nervous, not nervous, not nervous."
Intending to tease him, Xie Sui half lowered his dark eyes and smiled. "What if I get stage fright?"
The question stumped Song Yu.
He stopped, took out his phone, and opened Baidu. "Wait a second."
Xie Sui really did wait.
Song Yu read from Baidu. "Causes of stage fright include how thoroughly you're prepared, your familiarity with the audience, and the size of the audience. I've got it."
With a flash of inspiration, Song Yu turned off the screen and tilted his head toward Xie Sui. "This time, I'll definitely sit somewhere really obvious, where you'll see me as soon as you look up. Just pretend everyone else is air and read it to me. Facing someone you know should make it easier."
Amused, Xie Sui curled his lips into a meaningful smile. "All right. I'll treat them like air and have eyes only for you."
"..."
Song Yu kept feeling that something wasn't quite right.
The event started at seven, beginning with a round of student performances, followed by lengthy speeches from the principal and school administrators. The freshman representative would go last, leaving Xie Sui plenty of time. When they went in, the student council happened to be looking for Xie Sui, leaving Song Yu alone on a stool in the dressing room, playing on his phone out of boredom.
Ma Xiaoding was sending him photos in rapid succession.
He sent pictures of everything he could find in the supermarket that could be used to cheer someone on.
Ridiculously over-the-top glow sticks, glowing bracelets, bangles, headbands, and even a megaphone.
And, even more outrageously.
Ma Xiaoding sent him a photo of a screaming rubber chicken.
[Sadako Never Forgets the Well Digger: Brother Yu! How about this! This one's loud!]
Song Yu: "..."
He couldn't take it anymore.
[Your Husband Brother Yu: Fuck off.]
[Your Husband Brother Yu: If you dare bring that back, you're done for.]
With that gut-wrenching shriek, he certainly didn't want to get dragged into being thrown out.
[Sadako Never Forgets the Well Digger: [biting fingers][feeling wronged]]
[Sadako Never Forgets the Well Digger: [crying][crying][crying]]
He stopped paying attention to Ma Xiaoding.
Song Yu simply went to browse the forum instead.
Jingcheng No. 1 High School's forum was as wild as ever today.
The hottest thread was still about Xie Sui.
[Guess who's the freshman representative at the welcome assembly?]
Original post: Ehehehehehehehehehehehe
Hehehehahahahahahahahahahaha
1L: OP, wipe your drool. (Offers a tissue.)
2L: You don't have to say it!!! I can guess too!!!!!!
3L: Ehehehehehehehehehehehe
Hehehehahahahahahahahahahaha. OP, I'll go crazy with you!
4L: I fucking bought binoculars! Just to admire God Xie's peerless beauty! Nobody stop me.
5L: Seriously, a senior girl offered me seven hundred for my ticket, and I still refused!!
6L: Aaaaaaaaaah! Let me scream for a few hours first! After tonight he'll definitely have even more fangirls. My darling won't belong to just me anymore, waaaaaah, I'm crying so loudly.
7L: Sis on floor 6, wake up and get back to work. When did he ever belong to just you?
It was a student forum, after all, not a gathering place for girls. With a title like that on a hot thread, straight guys soon began joining in.
254L: Do we even need to guess? Isn't it the top student in the grade every year? [picking nose][picking nose]
255L: Tch, what's with all the comments above? Have you lost your minds?
256L: Two eyes and one nose. I honestly don't think Xie Sui is that much better-looking than me. [shrug][shrug]
Floor 256 single-handedly set off a carnival.
257L: Just a passerby. I honestly don't think Xie Sui is handsome.
258L: Just a passerby +1. I think Xie Sui looks very average. Just an ordinary face in the crowd.
259L: Just a passerby +2. Am I the only one who thinks he looks weak? Girls have such weird taste. I've got an eight-pack. Want to see?
Song Yu lowered his eyelids, a cold smile curling his lips. He was bored anyway, so he simply logged in and added a reply following their sentence pattern.
260L Your Husband Brother Yu: Just a handsome guy. I think Xie Sui and I are evenly matched.
"..."
After a long silence.
The forum exploded again.
1261L: ???!!
1262L: What the fuck?!! Am I going blind?! Did I actually just see Brother Yu replying in God Xie's thread?!
1263L: Hahahahahahaha, just a handsome guy, evenly matched, hahahahahahaha.
1264L: Brother Yu, what do you gain from making me laugh to death?
1265L: Focus on the important part! Aaaaaah, what are you all doing!! Brother Yu said he's evenly matched with God Xie! Aaaaaah, darling, I knew you wouldn't let me down.
1266L: Brother Yu's even revealed his identity as a handsome guy to compliment God Xie. Haters, give it a rest. God Xie's godly looks need no explanation. [smile]
1267L: LMAO, "revealed his identity as a handsome guy," seriously.
Song Yu couldn't be bothered to read any further and tapped out.
He went to look at other threads.
Given his knack for stirring up bloody storms.
Idiots would definitely pop up again later.
He was just bored and casually speaking up for Xie Sui. He didn't want to deal with those trolls.
Probably because he'd appeared once in Xie Sui's thread, a whole batch of new threads instantly appeared on the forum, calling him out by name to ask about his relationship with Xie Sui, demand photos, confess to him, or insult him.
Song Yu picked which ones to answer according to his mood.
[Calling out a certain Yu. Dumbass! Moron! Don't fucking think you're so awesome and impressive. In other people's eyes, you're nothing.]
3L Your Husband Brother Yu: ? Don't spread nonsense. Aren't I an argumentative asshole in other people's eyes?
4L: Hahahahahahahaha.
5LL: Pfft, hahahaha, I nearly laughed so hard I dropped my phone onto our homeroom teacher's head!
Most of the people calling out to him were girls.
[Brother Yu, Brother Yu! You're especially tiresome today, did you know that? You tire me out with how much I like you, and I never tire of looking at you. [shy][shy]]
[Handsome, you there? Let us see a photo.]
[Hubby, hubby!! I want to confess my love to you!!!]
As for those, Song Yu-
Ignored. Every. Single. One.
He lived up to his reputation as "No. 1 High School's coldhearted scumbag."
Scrolling up, Song Yu opened that hottest thread again.
Ignoring the bloody storm revolving around him, he looked down, and his gaze suddenly froze.
It landed on a very inconspicuous reply.
Buried among the flood of responses, the poster's username caught his attention.
"Long Live Brother Ci": A bunch of morons. Who the freshman representative will actually be hasn't been decided yet.
Song Yu's eyes turned cold.
A short while later, Xie Sui came out, still holding his speech. A teacher stood beside him, earnestly saying something to him.
Xie Sui leaned against the wall, eyes lowered, listening quietly without saying a word.
Beside Song Yu was a student council member in charge of setting up the venue, a girl with twin ponytails. She was so angry she nearly crushed the balloon in her hand. "What the hell! Hasn't the rule always been that whoever ranks first in the high school entrance exam gives the speech? What's this sudden switch supposed to mean?"
Song Yu turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
...Wang Ci.
Just then, a shrill, noisy "Tweet-" suddenly came from the doorway. It was the sort of whistle elementary schoolers liked to buy, sold for fifty cents each at the little shop by the school gate.
Ma Xiaoding and his boys each had one in their mouths.
They blew them as they walked, their arms full of glowing things.
They drew everyone's attention along the way.
Sharp-eyed Ma Xiaoding spotted Song Yu at once and cheerfully blew his whistle twice. "Tweet-" "Tweet-" Then he took it out, waved, and shouted, "Brother Yu! Brother Yu! Look at me! We came back fully loaded!"
Song Yu: "..."
Fuck! I don't know you!
He walked forward, toward Xie Sui.
The teacher had been explaining the reason to Xie Sui until his mouth went dry. When he suddenly saw Song Yu approach, his prepared words caught in his throat, and his brain stalled for a second.
"Sir, I heard you're switching speakers?"
Song Yu got straight to the point without beating around the bush.
The teacher, whose mind had already stalled, was even more dumbfounded by the question. He wiped his sweat with his sleeve. He actually admired Xie Sui a great deal; otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much effort trying to console him.
But the sudden switch had been ordered from above, and there was nothing he could do. Never mind the Wang Family of Jing City-he couldn't afford to offend even the school administrators.
"Well...it was supposed to be Xie Sui going onstage, but after giving it some thought, we felt Wang Ci might be a little more suitable to give the speech. For the freshman ceremony, what's important is giving the students a good start...Wang Ci has been to many places and met all kinds of people and seen all kinds of things. He won't have to stick to formalities, and he'll be better at livening up the atmosphere. I..."
The teacher stumbled over his words, his voice weakening under Song Yu's gaze.
The door opened, and a smartly dressed Wang Ci emerged from the dressing room. Makeup made his already greasy face look even more nauseating. He wore a suit and bow tie, and gave Song Yu and Xie Sui a meaningful smile when he saw them. Holding a brand-new speech, his eyes full of condescending mockery, he asked, "What are you all gathered here discussing?"
The teacher was miserable.
But Wang Ci's gaze passed over Song Yu and settled on Xie Sui. The look in his tiny eyes was dark, shifting, and disgusting, the flesh of his face bunching together as he smiled.
"There's nothing I can do about the last-minute change either. The school arranged it? But you've spent so long preparing-how about we go onstage together?"
Ma Xiaoding and the others had already gathered around.
They were dumbfounded by the scene too. What was going on? Why was Brother Yu clashing with this fatty again?
But no one there paid Wang Ci any attention.
Song Yu gave Wang Ci, stuffed into his suit, an indifferent glance, then looked at the teacher and scoffed mildly. "The school really wants him onstage?"
The teacher silently wiped away his sweat, helpless. "Yes. The school must have its reasons for arranging this. Wang Ci will surely have some fresh, interesting things to share."
"Sure." Song Yu took out his phone and began dialing, smiling. "Like how to get rich raising pigs?"
"..."
Brutal.
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Thank you to the little angels who watered me with [nutrient solution]:
Liyu Is a Carp, 205 bottles; ..., 107 bottles; Xixi, 100 bottles; Hehe, 67 bottles; Qingqing Yiqing, 60 bottles; I Like You, 50 bottles; Wind Obliterates Nine Nights, 49 bottles; Young Master Tang, 43 bottles; ash, 34 bottles; l Qin q Cuanjiu, 31 bottles; Wanjie, A Long Sigh, Shi Fanxu, 30 bottles each; Feifei~, 29 bottles; 24920780, Shen Xiuzhu, 25 bottles each; Dusk Shadow, Late Autumn sqh, Yushun, No Dreams, Ghost, Come Look Loyally Dear, 20 bottles each; Wei Ji Li Yu Shen Yi, Shanshan Zimu, 17 bottles each; Rainy Day #^_^#, No Worries., Black and White, Rice Ball, 14 bottles each; SailYi, Passing by to Buy Vinegar, 12 bottles each; Jiajia, A Little Dumpling, 11 bottles each; Yueyueyue, Eternal Sorrow, Shut-In Fifth, Fallen Chrysanthemums Wounds Everywhere, Yu Yin, Yan Zhixing, Mirror Princess's Dedicated Roasting Account, 7, Time and You Are Both Hard to Keep, zxy, White Bird, Woodpecker, Walnut Milk, Meg Thomas, Luo Shu, Dragon Flag Yangyang, Dream Seeker, Madman and Normal Person, Little Ancestor, predestined Wangxian, Kiss Kiss~, Add Lili, South City, Rolled Silk, That Hurt~ Bro, 10 bottles each; Zhang Qiling's Darling Wife, Sparrow Carrying a Daisy, 9 bottles each; Silent ff, lunatic., 8 bottles each; Little Wang Next Door, Watermelon, 7 bottles each; Ink Lamp_, A Valley, Wen Shaodian, 6 bottles each; Meow Meow Meow?, Zurich Sunlight Lights the City, I Think, Fu Xun, Big Bro Drinks Beer?, Overflowing Light, Whale Capital, Officially Certified Mrs. Baekhyun, Chu Xin'er, Van Gogh 911, Yogurt Is So Tasty, 5 bottles each; Utterly Fictitious, Privately Want a Wine Flag, Anonymous Girl, Yiyi, Leaving the Branch, 4 bottles each; 28871326, Fish Wiggle, Fenglan, Blue Fox Ball, Great Demon King, Tamamo-no-Mae Is a Big Cutie, x, Little Octopus, Come On Little Bro, Tangyi, Guanmin, Lu Jinhuai, Chunan., 3 bottles each; Linlang, Rhyme, Cold Moon, Only Remember Crossing the Stars with You, 25746113, It's Jiang Ci, Fried Chicken Legs Are So Tasty, Ice-Cream-Loving Spectator, Adiali, Balabala, Orange Within, Player Zero, Flower House Ji With Feeling, Adishka, 2 bottles each; Year after Year, February Fifteenth, Xu Mu, Shu He, Half a Scroll of Green, Reindeer Deer, Groundhog, Little Goose, Tatata, Wuhu Ahri, Leaves Fall Too, 20477330, dindongdong, Hehe, Mo Yue, yu_, Glutinous Rice Balls, kon, Has Feifei Lost Their Integrity Today, Mumumu Mumumu, Sirun, 1 bottle each;
Thank you all so much for your support. I'll keep working hard!