TYMRHBDES Chapter 103

Chapter 103: The Cold, Crazy School Prince x The Spoiled, Delicate Little Brat 11

Mu Jianian had just washed his hands, and his fingertips were still cool.

His slightly cold fingertips landed on Jiang Luoluo’s lower back.

His expression was cold and proper, but precisely because he was too calm, it gave off the opposite impression.

Jiang Luoluo squirmed uncomfortably, his voice soft. “It tickles…”

The next moment, he froze, his round eyes widening like a kitten whose neck had been pinched.

He saw Mu Jianian lower his head.

And kiss his lower back.

A surge of heat erupted from his chest, as if dozens of tiny rabbits were pounding against his ribs.

Jiang Luoluo’s slender, white fingers curled nervously.

His black eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly caught in a storm.

In just a second, Mu Jianian lifted his face.

He still wore his usual cold, aloof expression, but the ink-black depths of his eyes were too dark, as if suppressing a rolling tide of desire.

Jiang Luoluo swallowed, his snow-white face flushed with tension, like a lamb who had wandered into a tiger’s den.

Mu Jianian seemed to regain his composure. “Why isn’t the air conditioner on?”

Jiang Luoluo quickly sat up straight, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt. The faint blush on his cheeks hadn’t fully faded. “I… I forgot…”

Mu Jianian lowered his gaze to him.

Jiang Luoluo was a head shorter than him, now looking up with a delicate, beautiful face. Even without speaking, his exquisite features stirred Mu Jianian’s heart.

He reached out and pulled Jiang Luoluo onto his lap.

Jiang Luoluo had never been this physically close to a boy before. Fearing he might slip, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Mu Jianian’s neck.

Long fingers pressed against the back of his head as Mu Jianian leaned down and kissed his lips.

This wasn’t the fleeting, butterfly-light touch they’d shared in the classroom.

This kiss, born of leisure, carried a lingering tenderness.

All his breath was stolen. Jiang Luoluo tried to pull away, but Mu Jianian held his head in place, pursuing him relentlessly.

After an unknown length of time, Jiang Luoluo was finally released.

Mu Jianian lingered, kissing his overly flushed lips again and again, like a child who had just received his favorite toy. His voice was husky. “My precious Luoluo, you must grow up quickly.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked, his voice soft. “Why?”

Mu Jianian stroked his hair. “Because when you grow up, you can marry me.”

When Jiang Luoluo returned home from school, the atmosphere felt strangely tense.

“Mom,” he called out, glancing at his father, who had come home early. “Dad.”

His mother shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, signaling him to be on his best behavior.

Father Jiang glanced at him, his face still stern.

Jiang Wanwan couldn’t hide his schadenfreude. “Brother Luoluo, why are you so late getting home?”

Jiang Luoluo glanced at the protagonist, silently reviewing his recent actions. Compared to before, he had become a reformed good boy. Surely he hadn’t done anything wrong?

With a loud crash, a box of manga and novels was dumped in front of Jiang Luoluo. The top few volumes were the same ones that had been found in his backpack just days ago.

Unfortunately, several manga had fallen open, revealing bold and provocative artwork. Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed red after just a second’s glance.

Jiang Wanwan’s voice rang out, “Brother Luoluo, what kind of stuff do you usually read?”

He made no attempt to hide his malicious glee. “Seriously, Brother Luoluo? These are all guys! You’re not some kind of pervert who likes men, are you?”

Jiang Luoluo: “…”

It was utterly bizarre for the protagonist of a BL world to call men who like men perverts.

He himself went by the nickname “Wanwan,” so how could he call others perverts?

Jiang Luoluo shifted his gaze from the manga. “Dad, I was just young and curious when I bought a few copies. I stopped reading them a long time ago.”

Father Jiang’s expression softened slightly, but he still didn’t fully believe him.

“Tell me the truth. Are you secretly dating a male classmate?”

Jiang Luoluo paused for a moment.

“Luoluo, it’s fine if you’re useless, if you mess around, if you don’t study. But you can’t go down the wrong path!”

“Men being together—isn’t that perverted?” Father Jiang’s brow furrowed deeply.

“Dad, I’m not dating anyone.” Jiang Luoluo glanced at Jiang Wanwan, who was watching the drama unfold with amusement, and mentally cursed him 108 times. “These things are popular at school lately, so I just took a look. Honestly, they’re pretty boring.”

Father Jiang finally relaxed, but still couldn’t resist scowling at him sternly. “You better not be lying.”

As Father and Mother Jiang left, Jiang Wanwan smirked triumphantly at Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo returned the smile and casually flipped him off with a small hand.

The next morning, just as the driver opened the car door, Jiang Wanwan squeezed ahead of Jiang Luoluo and hopped in.

Jiang Luoluo was baffled by his actions. “I’m going to school. Why are you getting in?”

Jiang Wanwan smirked triumphantly. “Oh! Right! You didn’t know yet, did you? I’m going to school too!”

“It’s in your class, Brother Luoluo~ We’re going to be in the same class~ Aren’t you happy~”

Watching his smug expression, Jiang Luoluo drawled, “Happy? Of course I’m happy.”

“Now that you’re here, our daily oral English classes will have a whole new level of entertainment. The entire class is thrilled you’re joining us~”

As he spoke, he even clapped sarcastically.

Jiang Wanwan’s face flushed crimson with rage.

Everyone knew he’d dropped out of school because of ridicule.

How dare Jiang Luoluo bring it up! How infuriating!!

He glared at Jiang Luoluo, completely oblivious to the fact that he’d started the whole thing.

Jiang Luoluo was so annoying. Once he joined the new class, Jiang Wanwan would rally everyone to bully him mercilessly!

Jiang Luoluo glanced at him and immediately saw Jiang Wanwan’s intentions written all over his smug face.

As if he didn’t care, he said to the driver, “Uncle, we’re in a hurry today. Let’s take the shortcut!”

Jiang Wanwan withdrew his gaze, pulled a small mirror from his backpack, and began primping.

Starting a new academic life at a new school, he wanted to make a good impression on everyone—especially to create a stark contrast with the detestable Jiang Luoluo.

When he, the handsome and poised Jiang Wanwan, finally appeared, he would surely stun everyone and capture their hearts.

Jiang Wanwan preened in front of the mirror, adjusting his new clothes with satisfaction.

Ten minutes later, at the school gates.

Jiang Luoluo jumped out of the car and looked back at the person inside.

A wave of vomiting erupted from the car. Jiang Wanwan shakily leaned against the door, his legs trembling as he stepped out.

The driver kept apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, Young Master Wanwan! I didn’t know you get so carsick. This shortcut is a bit bumpy—”

“He won’t blame you, Uncle Driver,” Jiang Luoluo interrupted. “After all, we were in a rush today. Taking the long way would have made us late.”

“Wanwan’s first day at school. He definitely wouldn’t want to be late or make a bad first impression on his teacher.”

Jiang Luoluo looked at the pale-faced protagonist, Jiang Wanwan, who was still vomiting, and smiled sweetly. “Wanwan, Brother Luoluo correct, right?”

Jiang Wanwan’s stomach was churning violently. He had no time to respond. Stumbling forward, he leaned against a roadside tree and retched again.

Jiang Luoluo watched the spectacle, shaking his head. “Wanwan, since you’re feeling so unwell, just take your time getting there.”

“Oh, and I’m in Class 5. Remember to come find me, okay?”

Jiang Wanwan had nearly thrown up everything he’d eaten the previous night.

Students hurried past, casting curious and disgusted glances at him.

Their school was one of the most prestigious in the city, known for its high-quality students, beautiful campus, and excellent reputation. It had been years since anyone had seen someone vomiting like this at the school gates.

It was truly unsightly.

Loudmouth happened to pass by. Seeing the person sprawled on the ground surrounded by vomit, he casually snapped a photo and posted it to the Campus Gossip Group.

“Come claim your classmate! This is utterly lacking in basic manners! @All Members”

After posting, he glanced at the time.

*Oh no! I’m going to be late!*

And with a flash, he vanished.

During the first morning reading period, Class 5’s Mediterranean-haired homeroom teacher arrived early. The school administration had instructed him to look after a new student admitted through connections. But now, ten minutes into the class, the student still hadn’t arrived.

The Mediterranean-haired teacher strolled over to Jiang Luoluo’s desk. Watching him intently reading the textbook, he asked kindly, “Luoluo, isn’t your younger brother supposed to be reporting today? Why isn’t he here?”

Jiang Luoluo clutched his book with both hands, looking exceptionally well-behaved. “I don’t know, Teacher~ I saw him enter the school this morning, though~”

The Mediterranean-haired teacher nodded and walked away with his hands clasped behind his back.

Li Chuan covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. Once the teacher was gone, he leaned over. “Luoluo, you’re truly an artist of the performing arts!”

He gave her a thumbs-up.

Jiang Luoluo gave him a small “shush.” “Don’t say anything.”

The classroom door opened. The Mediterranean-haired homeroom teacher assumed it was someone with connections arriving. He strode forward to greet them, only to find the burly Disciplinary Director blocking the door, his expression grim.

The Disciplinary Director dragged a student from behind him, his voice booming, “Old Du, what’s going on with your class? Why is a student still wandering around outside during class?”

The Mediterranean-haired homeroom teacher glanced at the chick-like student the Disciplinary Director was holding. “That’s not from our class!”

He stepped aside to show the Disciplinary Director the students diligently studying inside. “See? Everyone in our class is here!”

The Disciplinary Director looked puzzled. “Hmm?” He released his grip on the student’s collar. “Didn’t you say you were from Class 5?”

Finally released, Jiang Wanwan could breathe a sigh of relief. Being dragged around by the burly man by his tiny arms and legs had left him nauseous, and he’d almost thrown up again.

Jiang Wanwan looked up and his gaze locked onto Jiang Luoluo, who was sitting by the window in the classroom aisle.

Damn Jiang Luoluo! It’s all his fault!

At the same time, Loudmouth gave a small “Huh?” at the door, discreetly placed his phone on the desk, and showed it to his classmate. “Isn’t that the rude kid?”

“What’s he doing in our class?”

Jiang Wanwan glared at Jiang Luoluo, then turned his gaze away and forced a well-behaved smile. “Hello, Teacher Du. I’m Jiang Wanwan, here to register today.”

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