TYMRHBDES Chapter 97

Chapter 97: The Cold, Crazy School Prince x The Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 5

Mu Jianian lowered his eyes, his fingertip swiping across the screen twice before sending a message.

*Not yet.*

On the other side of the screen, Jiang Luoluo lay curled up in a white lace-trimmed silk duvet, his little legs swinging as he messaged Mu Jianian.

*Your family eats dinner so late!*

He glanced at the time.

*It’s almost ten o’clock!*

The screen displayed “typing…” for a long moment before another message finally arrived.

*Mu Jianian: Hmm.*

Jiang Luoluo propped his chin in his hand and typed earnestly.

*Thank you so much for today! Mom saw my writing and praised me for ages!*

After sending the message, he attached a photo.

On a round, porcelain-white dining table, exquisite plates were piled high with dish after dish of food.

Jiang Luoluo, wearing a creamy-white pajama set, was flashing a “V” sign at the camera with a sweet smile. His small bowl was rimmed with peeled shrimp.

“To reward me~ she made me a whole table full of delicious food!”

Mu Jianian’s gaze softened as he looked at Jiang Luoluo’s smiling face on the screen.

He typed back: “Study hard, and your aunt will be even happier.”

“Laugh! How dare you laugh!”

The woman’s sarcastic voice interrupted Mu Jianian.

“Why are you eating instant noodles? How much does a pack cost?”

“We have noodles at home. Why can’t you just make noodles?”

“You have a little money and you waste it like this! Give it to me, and I’d have multiplied it several times over at the mahjong table!”

Mu Jianian raised his eyelids, his voice cold. “Did I spend your money?”

The woman’s words were blocked. Resentfully, she went to the kitchen, making a racket to vent her frustration.

Mu Jianian lowered his gaze, the chat log with Jiang Luoluo still on the screen.

The pampered young master smiled innocently, showered with endless affection.

Children from such happy, complete families were worlds apart from someone like him.

The next morning, Jiang Luoluo crawled out of bed.

He’d gone to sleep too late the night before, and his eyes were still half-closed. There was no time for breakfast at home.

The nanny had packed a breakfast for him, which Madam Jiang tucked into his backpack.

“Be a good boy, Luoluo. Eat this in the car. Don’t skip breakfast, or your stomach will hurt later.”

Jiang Luoluo nodded obediently.

He was still sleepy, rubbing his eyes with a soft voice.

“Mommy, kiss me, and I’ll be good~”

Madam Jiang smiled and kissed his cheek, then watched him leave.

On the stairs, Jiang Wanwan watched Jiang Luoluo’s display of affection, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

At the breakfast table, Mr. Jiang took a sip of his porridge. “He’s been quite obedient lately. His handwriting yesterday looked pretty good.”

Madam Jiang turned with a smile. “It’s just a phase, dear. All children go through a rebellious stage. It’ll pass.”

Mr. Jiang nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

“He’s been pestering me for those limited-edition shoes, hasn’t he? I had my secretary buy them. When they arrive this afternoon, don’t let him know I bought them. Tell him you bought them yourself as a reward for being good.”

Madam Jiang laughed and agreed. As she looked up, she saw her younger son on the stairs.

“Wanwan, come eat breakfast!”

Jiang Wanwan sat at the dining table, eyes lowered as he ate xiaolongbao. [footnote] soup dumplings [/footnote]

He had seen the post Jiang Luoluo had posted on WeChat yesterday.

It definitely wasn’t Jiang Luoluo’s own work. That dimwit couldn’t write anything!

He probably just stole someone else’s words and posted them to show off.

He was just trying to grab Dad and Mom’s attention again!

Damn it! He had monopolized their love for years! Why wasn’t he satisfied?

Why were Dad and Mom still so good to him, even after he rebelled against Dad and scored dead last in his exams?

He had to make Dad and Mom realize who their truly glorious son was!

Jiang Wanwan swallowed the xiaolongbao and thought about the plan he had been mulling over all night.

“Mom, Dad, I want to go to school too.”

Madam Jiang’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Wanwan! You want to go to school!”

After they had found him, their youngest son had tried attending school before.

But he had been taken to a remote mountain region as a child, where educational resources were poor. In class, he couldn’t understand the foreign language lessons and was mocked for his accent. He cried and refused to go anymore.

His parents hadn’t forced him. Instead, they hired tutors to teach him at home, letting him learn at his own pace.

Anyway, for a child, starting school a year earlier or later doesn’t make much difference.

Now that he had actually asked to go to school himself, Madam Jiang was naturally delighted.

Mr. Jiang looked at his youngest son in surprise. “I was planning to send you to school when the new semester starts in September.”

After all, it was already the end of the second semester, and summer vacation was just around the corner.

Jiang Wanwan raised his eyes. “Dad, I want to go and get used to it first.”

Mr. Jiang nodded. “I’ll make the arrangements. You’ll be able to start school soon.”

Jiang Wanwan hesitated for a moment, as if gathering his courage. “Dad, could I be in the same class as Brother Luoluo…?”

As if afraid of being rejected, he continued:

“I’ve been tutoring for a long time, and I’ve caught up with the curriculum. I want to take the exams with them to see how I measure up.”

“Besides, at a new school, I won’t know anyone. If I’m in the same class as Brother Luoluo, at least I’ll have a familiar face.”

“Teacher Xiao Mu is there too. If I have any questions, I can ask him, which would be even more convenient.”

Each reason was perfectly valid, leaving Mr. Jiang with no grounds to refuse.

Seeing his father nod, Jiang Wanwan smiled.

“Thank you, Dad.”

When Jiang Luoluo arrived at the classroom, he habitually glanced at Mu Jianian’s desk first.

No one was there.

He took out his breakfast from his bag and quietly slipped it into Mu Jianian’s desk drawer.

When Mu Jianian returned, he instinctively reached for his test papers.

He reached into the drawer and felt a thermal container.

A peach-shaped sticky note was attached to it, with a drawing of a long-eared bunny and the words “Please eat me~” written in delicate, round handwriting that looked strangely familiar.

Mu Jianian looked up at Jiang Luoluo, who was secretly watching him. Caught red-handed, the furtive young man widened his eyes and covered his face with a book.

His round eyes, like a startled bunny’s, peeked out from behind the book.

Mu Jianian pushed the thermal container toward him. “I already ate.”

Jiang Luoluo lowered the book from his face, his cheeks flushed pink. “What are you doing giving this to me…”

His eyes darted around, cheeks puffed out. “It wasn’t me who gave it to you…”

The class bell rang, and Li Chuan dashed over, unzipping his jacket to fan himself.

Seeing the pink-and-white insulated lunchbox on Mu Jianian’s desk, Li Chuan clicked his tongue. “Mu Jianian, someone’s brought you breakfast again!”

“Since you’re not going to eat it anyway, don’t break the poor girl’s heart. I’ll eat it for you!”

He reached for the lunchbox, but it slid back as Mu Jianian’s fingers tightened around it.

Mu Jianian’s clear, elegant phoenix eyes swept over him. “Who said I’m not going to eat it?”

Li Chuan was stunned. He poked Jiang Luoluo’s arm. “Luoluo, we’re doomed. Your rival has already captured Mu Jianian’s stomach!”

But Jiang Luoluo kept winking at him, her eyes watering from the effort.

To prepare for this summer’s recruitment promotional video, the school has recently been rushing students to participate in recess sports activities.

The sun, high overhead at around ten in the morning, beat down mercilessly. When the music stopped, many students had flushed faces and were drenched in sweat.

Like most of his classmates, Mu Jianian immediately returned to the teaching building. He went to the restroom to splash water on his face before pushing open the door to the toilet.

The noise outside was chaotic, but two voices stood out—they sounded distinctly familiar, like classmates from his own class.

“Damn, his waist is so thin, he looks like a girl!”

“You wouldn’t believe it, I was standing behind him and almost couldn’t hold myself back!”

Mu Jianian lowered his eyes, his gaze indifferent.

The voices outside continued:

“You pervert! We’re all guys here!”

“So what if we’re all guys? Isn’t Mu Jianian a guy too? He’s different, he’s the one pursuing Mu Jianian!”

“If you ask me, Jiang Luoluo is pretty pathetic too. Throwing himself at someone who doesn’t care!”

“If it were me, I’d at least want to try it!”

“He looks like a woman, with skin so pale and smooth you could squeeze water out of it!”

“They say guys like that are the most satisfying to—”

Before the speaker could finish, the bathroom door was kicked open.

A fist slammed into his face, sending him reeling.

He tried to fight back, but Mu Jianian, his face grim, kicked him against the wall.

The bathroom erupted into chaos, with people shouting about calling a teacher.

“Are you crazy, Mu Jianian? What did I ever do to you?”

The man clutched his stomach, struggling to get up.

Another fist flew, smashing into his face.

Mu Jianian’s face was ashen, his eyes blazing with terrifying intensity. He grabbed the man’s neck, pinning him against the wall.

Terror flooded the classmate’s face. He had been in the same class as Mu Jianian for years, and Mu Jianian had always been quiet and aloof. Now, he was like a rabid dog unleashed!

Mu Jianian stared down at him, his eyes concealing a chilling, terrifying emotion.

His slender fingers tightened slowly around the man’s throat.

His voice was as cold as ice water:

“If you don’t want to die, stay away from him.”

“Mu Jianian!”

“Mu Jianian!”

A clear voice reached them before the teacher could.

Mu Jianian slowly released his grip on the other boy’s neck. His terrifyingly dark eyes narrowed in warning, staring directly at the boy for a second.

The boy flinched, a bone-chilling cold spreading across his back.

A small hand grabbed Mu Jianian’s arm, soft and warm.

“Mu Jianian, why were you fighting? Are you hurt?”

The Disciplinary Director arrived soon after. He’d rushed over after hearing about the fight, and when he saw Mu Jianian’s face, he froze.

“You were fighting?”

This was Mu Jianian, the top student in the grade! How could he have gone astray?

The boy who had been beaten, his face bruised and swollen, spat out a mouthful of blood. He glanced fearfully at Mu Jianian and explained, “Teacher, we were just playing around…”

Mu Jianian lowered his gaze to the small hand gripping his wrist, saying nothing.

The Disciplinary Director waved his large hand. “You little punks! All of you, come with me to the office!”

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“One brat chasing a prince, one prince defending with killer fists, and a translator slowly losing sanity over bunny emojis and calligraphy disasters. If you want to save me from translating ‘hand-in-hand’ brushes and constant ‘Are you hurt?’ drama, buy me a Ko-fi. Because honestly, who fights for breakfast like that?!”