### Chapter 2 An Unremarkable Special Admit

### Chapter 2 An Unremarkable Special Admit

Hearing this, Sheng Yan glanced at Ning Song's back.

His extremely thin body was sandwiched between a backpack and a cardboard box, looking frail and impoverished.

"I heard he's from Lower Harbor," Li Qingyuan said.

They all knew about Lower Harbor.

They knew of it, but none of these wealthy young masters had ever been there. Seeing Ning Song now made the poor place seem more tangible.

That is...

"Is Lower Harbor really that poor?!"

It was a bright spring morning, with sunshine flooding the air, brimming with vitality. It was ordinary yet extraordinary. At that time, no one could have imagined that soon he would stir up unrest throughout the Upper East School, like an ordinary pebble tossed into a river, sinking unnoticed to the bottom, only to create ripples that spread out from the depths in a delayed wave.

Back then, Ning Song, pale and almost colorless, looked completely different.

His hair was thick and black like seaweed, his eyes slanted upwards, his amber irises alluring yet innocent, his lips moist and red as if stained by rose juice. His bones and flesh were evenly distributed, his skin smooth and luminous white, seeming to leave a clear red mark with just a slight pinch. He was beautiful almost to the point of sin, even summer roses couldn't match his radiant charm.

He was a gift from God to the young masters, whether a blessing or a punishment.

The dormitory buildings of the Upper East Boys' School totaled four.

The dormitory conditions at the Upper East Boys' School were among the better ones in all of Shangdong province. Most boys' schools still maintained austere and simple conditions, adhering to the principle that luxury breeds debauchery while hardship fosters virtue. For example, Saint's Grace, one of the four major public schools, still had communal dormitories with bunk beds and strict military-style management.

At the Upper East School, dormitories were divided according to the color of the nameplates, which were determined by comprehensive scores... except for those few scions of financial tycoons, who naturally all lived in the best dorms.

Among the four dormitory buildings, Building 1 housed the fewest people. It was five-star standard, with strict security, dormitory attendants, and cleaning staff. It was the place everyone aspired to reach; currently, only eighteen people lived there. Building 1 had a fixed number of slots, meaning each level had a set number of residents. If someone moved up, another had to move down, making the competition for levels even more intense. The school used this system to motivate everyone to never slack off in their studies.

The second least populated building was Building 4, the worst-conditioned, housing over eighty people.

Of course, most students lived in Buildings 2 and 3, which had three-bedroom apartments with shared living spaces. Each person had their own bedroom but shared the same living area, thus having roommates.

He had heard his close friend talk about how some admirers almost fought over becoming roommates with someone who moved to Building 2. The admirers went all out, trying to increase their scores, using their resources, and striving to please their crushes, creating a dramatic and turbulent scene. The most interesting part was that all this happened secretly, with the object of their affection completely unaware, making the competition intense yet bloodless, akin to a groundhog's scream-inducing situation.

Listening to his friend's stories, he felt indifferent. Now that he was in the midst of it, he was genuinely curious about who these protagonists were.

The distance between the four dormitory buildings was considerable, especially Building 1, which was across the skyway in the faculty residential area, overlooking the sea, offering an unobstructed ocean view.

He glanced across the skyway and saw Building 1, its exterior of black and gray granite, windows of red, white, and gold frosted glass, and a large fountain visible through the branches of white willow trees in front of the dormitory.

"Let me remind you," Zhou Lü said coldly when he noticed him looking at Building 1, "you'd better not go over there unless necessary; it won't do you any good."

He understood.

If he had a black nameplate like them, he could interact with them, but given his current situation, he shouldn't provoke those top-tier rich kids.

The dormitory building he was assigned to looked old, a red brick structure with weathered walls. The white willow flowers below had almost reached the fourth floor. Perhaps to motivate the students in this lowest-ranked dormitory, there weren't even separate bathrooms.

Zhou Lü led him inside. The room was small and a bit messy.

"It hasn't been occupied for a long time. There's a storage room on the top floor with cleaning supplies. You can tidy up yourself. Your class only has music class this morning, so you can head there after you're done."

"Thank you, senior."

The other nodded. He seemed to have severe OCD, standing at the door without entering. When his sleeve brushed against dust while opening the door, he kept wiping it with a handkerchief.

This was the first time he had seen a man carry a handkerchief around.

He found the other's arrogant and refined demeanor very similar to that of a peacock.

After finishing his instructions, the peacock quickly left. Soon, he heard him talking on the phone downstairs: "Everything is arranged... what's the problem with a special admit from Lower Harbor? President, when are you coming back..."

Ning Song rolled his eyes, put down his backpack, opened the window to let in some fresh air, and collected the newspapers on the table and bed before heading to the storage room on the top floor.

It was class time, so the dormitory was quiet. Climbing to the top floor, he came upon a small attic-like room, with a pile of discarded tables and chairs outside, and a cat lying on top.

Then he heard faint sounds.

Initially, he thought it was the cat in heat, lying in the sunlight, the breeze carrying a faint sweet fragrance, signaling the revival of nature.

Spring arrived early in Shangdong province.

But when he reached the storage room door, he realized it wasn't just the cat making noise.

Behind the cat's sweet purring, there was a young male voice, tender and flattering, like the wind brushing past flower stamens, carrying a trembling sweetness.

Then, through the half-open door, he saw scattered bottles and a boy kneeling in the smoke.

His well-tailored school pants hugged his perky buttocks, accentuating his waistline. He tilted his head, gulping from a bottle.

Perhaps sensing footsteps outside, he turned his head, eyes red, tongue red and moist, like a half-eaten strawberry candy.

"What are you looking at?"

A hand slapped his face. "So distracted, still want to please Brother You?"

Immediately, there was a chorus of malicious laughter.

Someone pushed open the storage room door, revealing several boys in the smoky haze, like wolves lurking in the shadows.

Terrified, he quickly turned away.

In a closed boarding school for boys, filled with wealthy young masters who didn't know how to control their hormones, a strict and oppressive hierarchy nurtured a restless and suppressed environment. Beneath the respectable and splendid facade of the campus lay a bunch of abnormal lunatics.

Today, someone wall-pinned someone else; tomorrow, someone forcibly kissed someone else. Which pitiful soul became the plaything of the rich kids, which beautiful bottom was stalked, which top was incredibly patient, which was incredibly perverse, which top scholar had abs like a washboard, which playboy was actually a virgin. Today, library cuddling, quick look; tomorrow, shameless play in the boys' dormitory, eyes unfocused, get in the car.

His best friend drags him out of the game every day to scream together.

Unfortunately, he has absolutely no interest in male-male romance.

Perhaps being too dismissive towards his best friend is a sin, which is why he woke up transported into such a dangerous novel world!

Ning Song wanted to jump off a building.

He quickly went downstairs and returned to his room. After a while, he faintly heard footsteps coming down from upstairs, as if several people had gone down.

Once those footsteps faded away, he came out of his room and walked upstairs again. But just as he turned the corner into the hallway, he ran into a few boys.

The tall one, taking advantage of the collision, grabbed his collar and lifted him up like a chicken.

The significant height difference instilled a sense of uncontrollable fear, and the blue tattoo on the hand that gripped his collar extended along the veins, resembling vigorous vines crawling under the sleeve and spreading across his side neck.

Li You, with drooping eyes and a sharp jawline, had a playful smile at the corners of his wet lips, and said nonchalantly:

"Got you."

"Author's Notes"

Easter Egg: Li You took off his boxing gloves and squatted down to tie Ning Song's shoelaces. The black tattoo on his hand contrasted with the slightly worn white sneakers.

Squid Guy: The playboy is a virgin.