This news was quite significant, somewhat exhilarating, giving off that feeling from cartoon scenes where good and evil eventually get their due, and bad people naturally face divine retribution.
Mai Dayong and Shen Ji didn’t have a good reputation among their classmates, so when this news came out, everyone burst out laughing.
“You really can’t do such shady things, because someone is always watching.” Yang Feiwen squeezed past Yu Sui into the cafeteria, taking notes in a small notebook, and said sarcastically, “Sui’er, who do you think took care of this person? It can’t be the heavens, right? Anyway, I think that no matter who it is, the person who did this must be as kind-hearted as you, right?”
The cafeteria queue stretched from the food window to the bottom of the teaching building, long and crowded. The line was as long as a snake, and the air was stuffy, like being trapped in a greenhouse.
Yu Sui was squeezed so hard that he had to lean against the back of the person in front of him. He ignored Yang Feiwen, just put his chin on the shoulder of the person in front of him, and mumbled, “There are so many people.”
That person was Yan Xiu.
After getting the surveillance video and audio, Yu Sui suddenly found Yan Xiu pleasing in every angle, although Yan Xiu still looked indifferent to him every day.
For once, Young Master Yu controlled his bad temper and behaved well for several days without breaking any rules.
“Stand properly.” Yan Xiu poked the young master’s head without even turning his head.
Yu Sui frowned: “Tired.”
It was only a few steps from upstairs, but the young master was already worn out by the crowded atmosphere in the cafeteria.
Yang Feiwen talked until his mouth was dry without getting a response. He stared at Yu Sui’s head with a sharp gaze and rolled his eyes: “Sui’er? Sui’er?”
“It really wasn’t me.” Yu Sui sighed gloomily as Yang Feiwen pulled him over.
Yu Sui had said this before, but Yang Feiwen didn’t believe it at all: “Who else would do something like this besides you?”
Yu Sui thought for a moment: “…I’ll be honest with you. I haven’t had the chance yet.”
The regret on his face didn’t seem fake, making Yang Feiwen pinched the notebook: “Damn… It’s really not you, then who else could it be?”
It was Yu Sui’s turn at the window. He extended his tray, collected a mountain of food, and walked away. Yang Feiwen quickly shoved his tray forward: “Auntie, extra eggs please!”
“Extra eggs?” The cafeteria auntie shook the spoon, “Just enough to eat. Any more would be a waste and would only make you grow stones, okay?”
Yang Feiwen glared: “Then why did you give my brother so many eggs just now?”
“That’s different!” Auntie glared back. “He is so thin.”
Yang Feiwen: “…”
Yan Xiu preferred the seat by the window, so Yu Sui found that seat easily and sat down opposite Yan Xiu very naturally. Yang Feiwen followed Yu Sui over.
The food on Yu Sui’s plate was obviously taller than both of them, attracting a lot of attention.
Yang Feiwen, nibbling his chopsticks, explained for Yu Sui: “He can’t actually eat this much, but the auntie at the window just likes fair-skinned kids like him.”
“Go away.” Yu Sui scooped the eggs and put them on Yang Feiwen’s plate. “Can you talk less? Have you seen people talking while eating?”
“Oh,” Yang Feiwen sniffed and said sarcastically again, “We haven’t even started yet!”
Yu Sui: “…”
Yan Xiu seemed completely oblivious to their banter. He only gave a brief glance at the unusually high pile of dishes on Yu Sui’s plate, to show his respect for the spectacle.
As for the comment of Young Master Yu being fair-skinned, Yan Xiu neither agreed nor disagreed, just sneered to show his agreement.
Yang Feiwen grasped the point very well: “Minister, you also think that there is nothing wrong with fair-skinned people, right?”
Yu Sui turned, shooting daggers with his eyes straight at him, only to hear Yan Xiu lightly humming, “Mhm.”
The target of Yu Sui’s knife swing immediately changed: “Why don’t you try to hum one more time?”
“……” Yan Xiu looked up at him, “Hmm?”
“You…” Yu Sui started to laugh, “Forget it, whatever.”
This young master didn’t notice at all when he became so hypocritical.
After his wariness toward the disciplinary committee head faded, he suddenly realized this person wasn’t so scary after all. So he boldly teased him little by little to test the water and unexpectedly got a response. The teasing accumulated more—exactly the time when fondness for someone accumulated easily.
Yang Feiwen, being Yu Sui’s friend, also shipped the two of them together, feeling both relieved and sad. He staged a 300,000-word drama all by himself, but unfortunately no one watched it.
He couldn’t bear to see the two of them developing a relationship as deskmates and looked around. Suddenly, he saw a boy with a schoolbag on his back, walking towards the teaching building outside the window, and hurriedly called Yu Sui: “Look.”
“What’s wrong?” Yu Sui asked.
Yang Feiwen: “Fu Xiang, he’s back!”
Yu Sui looked outside hurriedly and saw Fu Xiang. He quickly ate two mouthfuls of rice, then put down his chopsticks and rushed out.
Yan Xiu stayed at his seat without moving, even holding Yang Feiwen: “Just let him go by himself.”
“Huh?” Yang Feiwen was confused, glancing at Yan Xiu and then out the window. He couldn’t help but whisper, “…Why do I feel like you care about our Sui’er? Even more than the fanfics.”
Yan Xiu looked at him, “What did you say?”
Yang Feiwen: “…Nothing.”
Yu Sui was gone for a long time, and no one knew what he promised Fu Xiang. It was just that in the afternoon, Fu Xiang admitted in the office that Mai Dayong, Shen Ji, and seven other people had bullied him for a long time.
Later, Yu Sui handed over video and audio as evidence, and the handling of bullying cases proceeded extremely quickly. Almost as soon as the report was submitted, the expulsion decision was issued. Moreover, because of Mai Dayong and others’ attitude, the school’s expulsion notice against them would be posted on the school’s official website.
This disciplinary action would follow them in their records forever, even when they transferred schools.
The parents of these seven bullies were of course not going to accept this, and they stormed the school in a rage. They prepared banners, threatening they would cause a scene at the school gate unless the expulsion was revoked.
After the school presented the video and audio evidence, the parents’ attitudes immediately changed.
“It can’t be made public. My child is still young!” Mai Dayong’s family grabbed the principal, begging.
The young man behind the principal showed no emotion at all in the face of such a farce. When a finger was pointed at him, he could still calmly ask back: “Your child is young, but other people’s children are not young?”
He asked seriously as if he was discussing a subject he didn’t understand.
Mai Dayong’s family was ordinary—transferring to another school was a hassle. With only one precious son, they were terrified of a stain in his record. Exhausted, the parent broke down and cried, “I don’t care about any of that!”
She seemed to remember that there were others involved and turned to point at Shen Ji’s mother: “It was all your stupid idea to begin with!”
Shen Ji’s mother was also annoyed with her: “Wasn’t it your son who led mine astray? Otherwise, none of this would have happened! And I haven’t said anything about you yet! Your family must be responsible for my son’s future!”
Yan Xiu had no interest in their argument. He left after confirming that the punishment for the bullies was set in stone. He also picked up a young master who was squatting at the door and eavesdropping.
Out of protection for Fu Xiang, the school didn’t provide any detailed information about his involvement. After Fu Xiang returned, the teacher explained that he had gone back to take care of a sick family member, effectively declaring he’s not guilty.
After the notice came down, Class 3 and Class 6 raised their glasses to celebrate.
When Yan Xiu returned to class, he felt that the way his classmates looked at him was not right.
In the past, when facing the disciplinary committee head, Class 3 felt a mix of respect and fear. But after coming back this time, Class 3 all had starry-eyed admiration.
The burning gaze on Yan Xiu’s hand made Yan Xiu subconsciously let go of Yu Sui’s collar.
“What did you tell them?” Yan Xiu asked.
Yu Sui, slumping over his desk, closed his eyes guiltily: “What could I say? I said nothing.”
He really didn’t say anything—it was his classmates who imagined a drama in their brains where Yan Xiu was secretly dealing with the seven bullies for his sake.
Young Master Yu finally managed to ease the relationship with the Minister, so he didn’t dare to tell him, “Oh, it’s nothing, someone just paired us up,” or “Oh, it’s like this, Minister, they thought you did something for me, they thought you were so angry for your boyfriend that you got angry and dragged someone into an alley to beat them up behind my back.”
Later, Young Master Yu went to Yan Xiu to apologize again. He personally went to the canteen to get two bottles of yogurt, along with a Fu Lai Dao membership card. He tossed the card on Yan Xiu’s desk in a cocky manner, “Use it.”
The membership card was extravagantly designed, with a huge horn logo that made it unique wherever it went.
Yan Xiu glanced at the card, pushing it aside with a tip of his pen, and asked calmly, “What’s wrong now?”
Yu Sui leaned against the edge of the desk, fanning his collar to cool down. It was obvious that the weather outside wasn’t very cool. On days like this, the young master would never go outside at all.
“Nothing.” Yu Sui said, “If you take it, it means you accept my apology.”
“Apology?”
Yu Sui bent down, his voice softening: “The way I spoke to you in the office—it wasn’t directed at you…”
Yan Xiu could clearly see his dark eyes when he looked up. He subconsciously moved back a little, then turned his pen gently and gently tapped Yu Sui with the tip, wanting to say he hadn’t taken it to heart.
Yu Sui grabbed his pen, moving to his seat, and muttered, “Stop poking me.”
“It’s because of my personal matter so I…” He realized he couldn’t explain it clearly and frowned. “Forget it. I’m sorry anyway.”
Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing he’d touch something sensitive. He didn’t ask, just let go of the pen and raised his left hand.
This gesture looked like he wanted to touch Yu Sui’s head. Yan Xiu’s hand dropped, lightly brushing through the ends of Yu Sui’s overly long hair, and spoke softly, “Your hair is too long.”
