As a result, even after the gatekeeper closed the gate, they didn't see a trace of Shen Huaiyu.
"Skipping class?" Chu Ziyu was very understanding and decided to come back to catch him tomorrow.
Chu Ziyu walked to the roadside to hail a taxi, and only then did he take out his phone when his mother called.
Chu Ziyu answered obediently, "What are your orders, Mother?"
His mom has recently become a big fan of period dramas and has made him watch several of them.
Mama Chu was amused by him and said, "Stop being silly. Where did the driver go? Where did you run off to? Dinner's ready."
Chu Ziyu had already prepared an excuse. " A-Lin tutored me, so I'm going to his house for dinner."
Upon hearing about Lu Lin, Mama Chu had no doubts whatsoever and instructed him with satisfaction, "That boy A-Lin, is both smart and steady. He's willing to tutor you, so study hard with him and don't waste his time! Invite him over to our house this weekend; Mom will cook you a big meal."
Chu Ziyu readily agreed, and a taxi stopped in front of him. He put away his phone and was about to open the car door when, suddenly, as if possessed, he turned back and glanced at the gate of No. 2 Middle School.
And sure enough, another group of people appeared.
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted over the head of the boy who stood out from the crowd, just like in the photo.
That's him!
Chu Ziyu turned and left. The driver leaned out and called out to him, but there was no response. He then drove off, cursing under his breath.
The group of people walked in another direction and soon turned into an alley.
Chu Ziyu got excited; he knew this atmosphere all too well! He challenged Chu Ziyu to a fight!
He followed stealthily.
The alleyway is shaded by tall trees on both sides, and it's quite long, like a tunnel, blocking out the setting sun and the hustle and bustle of the street.
Chu Ziyu guessed that this place must be the hotbed of duels at No. 2 Middle School.
Chu Ziyu decided to watch the excitement first today.
Whether the pretty boy wins or loses, his victory is unsportsmanlike.
We were almost at the end of the road when we finally heard a sound at the turn.
" Shen Huaiyu, I've got my eye on you. Give me a straight answer: are you going to talk to me or not?"
A hoarse voice.
It was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman, but Chu Ziyu felt a little uncomfortable listening to it; it sounded like a duck being choked talking.
He stopped at the corner and cautiously peeked out.
It was a September evening, and the sunlight was still bright, filtering through layers of leaves and dappling the tallest boy.
Backlit, his face was obscured.
But Chu Ziyu saw the scene in the alleyway clearly.
Although I don't know who made that duck-pinching sound just now, inside...
They were all men!
"Holy crap!" Chu Ziyu blurted out.
Shen Huaiyu is such an irresistible little devil, charming both men and women!
That shout drew everyone's attention in the alley.
Chu Ziyu met a pair of cold, emotionless black eyes.
Then he heard a phrase, described using a poem from an ancient costume drama his mother had watched yesterday. "Large pearls and small pearls falling onto a jade plate."
It sounds amazing.
"No discussion."
Chapter 140 [ Chu Ziyu's Memories] 2
Shen Huaiyu up, and the group's attention, which had been drawn away by Chu Ziyu, returned to him.
A boy, half a head shorter than Shen Huaiyu, glared angrily at Shen Huaiyu before yelling at Chu Ziyu, "Who are you? Get lost if you have nothing to say!"
Chu Ziyu immediately recognized the voice; it belonged to this boy, and his appearance and voice were quite harmonious.
Chu Ziyu scratched his chin. He had a fiery temper, and people who told him to get lost usually left first. But today was a special case. His brother said that one should not suffer losses. If he taught this gigolo a lesson, wouldn't that save the pretty boy Shen Huaiyu?
He's not one to do good deeds.
Chu Ziyu glanced at Shen Huaiyu again; his skin was indeed as white as his mother's foundation—not just fair, but incredibly fair.
Chu Ziyu withdrew his gaze, smiled broadly, and waved, "I'm just a passerby! Wrong way! Please continue!"
He turned and left.
As Chu Ziyu turned the corner, he heard the cursing.
Wow, they really fought.
Chu Ziyu was experienced. In junior high school, a female gang leader liked him, but he thought her skin was a bit dark and seriously rejected her, which resulted in him being beaten up by her underlings.
He fought three opponents alone and ended up with bruises on his face for half a month.
If it were Shen Huaiyu, frail and pale-faced, at least --
Chu Ziyu recalled for a few seconds; it seemed the gigolo man had brought about five people.
A 6-on-1 situation would likely result in injuries lasting for at least several months.
After leaving the alley, Chu Ziyu walked slowly along the sidewalk for a while before gradually stopping.
He scratched his face hard.
Getting into a fight after a confession is rejected, especially a group attacking one person at that—that's incredibly tasteless!
His cold, indifferent observation was also rather tasteless...
Why not help them first, then arrange a time to take revenge?
Chu Ziyu immediately turned and ran into the alley. The alley was surprisingly quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing through it.
Knocked unconscious?
Chu Ziyu quickened his pace, and as he approached the corner, a person emerged.
The light dimmed slightly, and half of it shone on Shen Huaiyu's face, revealing cuts and bruises on his lips and cheeks.
Chu Ziyu stopped, leaning on his knee with one hand and panting heavily, his brown pupils fixed on Shen Huaiyu.
Shen Huaiyu didn't look at him, and walked past him with his schoolbag in his left hand.
Chu Ziyu's head was buzzing. He loved to join in the fun, but he didn't rush in to see what was happening. He rubbed his chest hard, stood up, and followed Shen Huaiyu.
He was about ten steps behind Shen Huaiyu. Even though Shen Huaiyu didn't recognize him, he felt guilty and half-covered his face with his light schoolbag, occasionally dodging telephone poles and trash cans.
Whether Shen Huaiyu lived nearby or simply didn't want to take a car, he walked along the road from when the sun was still setting until the streetlights came on, and finally entered a pharmacy.
A short while later, Shen Huaiyu came out carrying a schoolbag and a bag. He walked a little further and entered a small park. Chu Ziyu quietly followed him. When he saw Shen Huaiyu sit down on a bench, he stopped and hid behind the flowers.
At this moment, he was less than two meters away from Shen Huaiyu.
There was a street lamp next to the bench, its orange light not too bright. Shen Huaiyu took off his school uniform jacket, revealing a short-sleeved black T-shirt underneath, his arms still so white they reflected light.