Chapter 325: The Bullied One (5)

Chapter 325: The Bullied One (5)

Song Chuyi bent down and removed Zhong An's thick black-framed glasses.

Zhong An's sharp eyes were exposed, giving his face a cold appearance.

But soon, those eyes drooped down, the corners sagging, adding a hint of vulnerability.

Song Chuyi fiddled with the glasses in his hand, placing his bare foot on Zhong An's knee.

"Tell me the school rules."

Since he was created by the antagonist, he should know the rules, right?

Zhong An lowered his head and slowly spoke under Song Chuyi's gaze.

"First, grades are everything; top students can do whatever they want to those below them."

"Second, attendance at the Friday weekly summary meeting is mandatory."

"Third, Sunday is a day for partying; no excuses for missing it."

…………

Zhong An listed seven rules, all revolving around "grades."

In Yu Miao University, top students have privileges; they can do anything, including killing.

Low achievers face bullying and even death.

As for the Friday summary meeting and Sunday partying, Song Chuyi had no leads yet.

With a few days left until Friday, he could use the time to dig up some info.

Zhong An still had his head down, his bangs hiding his eyes, concealing the emotions within.

His gray school uniform seemed a bit too large, making him appear thin and pitiful.

Song Chuyi bent down, put the glasses back on Zhong An's nose, and adjusted them.

"Got it."

He withdrew his foot and placed it on the bed.

"I'm going to rest now. Don't make a sound, understand?"

Zhong An slowly looked up at him.

But the transfer student was already in bed, turned away, apparently asleep.

The transfer student wasn't wearing a school uniform, likely because he was a new transfer, so he was still in his regular clothes.

Just a fitted short-sleeve shirt revealed a small section of his waist when he lay down, pale and enticing.

The jeans hugged his rounded buttocks, like soft, ripe peaches that would jiggle with a touch.

Zhong An stared at that small section of waist for two seconds, then slowly lowered his head and quietly stood up.

He walked to the desk and opened his textbook.

The dormitory was dead silent, so quiet that he could hear the new transfer student's unrestrained laughter.

Perhaps he had seen something amusing, as he laughed heartily.

Despite not being quiet himself and not being asleep, he insisted on silence, not allowing any noise.

Isn’t this just bullying?

Zhong An clutched his pen, leaving a mark on the white paper.

He smirked silently.

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Five hours had gone by outside.

This time, He hadn’t sent any message to bring someone in.

The monitor reported the situation.

Soon, new orders came through.

The thick, dark clouds began to part, revealing a much-needed ray of sunshine.

Those long in the shadows felt a spark of hope.

Would life ever go back to normal?

In the Observation Department of the Special Division, Wu Ke watched closely at the changes in the contamination level of Yumiao University, he frowned.

Something didn’t add up. Even though He had not asked them to send anyone in, why was the contamination level still rising?

What they called the contamination level was just a name they had given to the energy He emitted.

This energy was strange, it could mess with magnetic fields, throwing the world out of balance.

They referred to this energy as the contamination level; the higher it got, the worse the damage.

Moreover, the contamination would spread.

If His conditions were not met, the contamination level would expand, swallowing up untouched buildings and making them part of Yumiao University.

Yumiao University now covered thousands of acres. If it continued to expand, the whole world would be gone before long.

Thus, they had no choice but to keep sending people in.

Wu Ke thought of the young man they had sent in this time.

A pampered third-generation heir, spoiled by his family, with a domineering and arrogant personality and poor resilience.

After being randomly selected this time, the young man couldn't handle the pressure and fainted.

Fortunately, he woke up later, and things proceeded relatively smoothly.

Although He was no longer asking for people, the ever-increasing contamination level still troubled Wu Ke deeply.

Not asking for people could mean He was having fun, or it could mean... He was no longer interested.

Wu Ke stared at the monitoring data, praying it wasn't the latter.

Meanwhile, inside Yuemiao College.

Song Chuyi was scrolling through the Yuemiao app on his phone.

It was a forum where everyone was anonymous, and no one knew who was behind these anonymous identities.

Song Chuyi clicked on the top post—a post asking about the transfer student.

Hmm... it was about him, so naturally, he wanted to take a look.

"1st floor: Another transfer student? This time in Class A?"

"2nd floor: The transfer student has excellent grades; he aced today’s pop quiz."

"3rd floor: So how did he pick on the last-place student? Did he shove their head into the trash can? LOL!"

"4th floor: The transfer student did bully the last-place student, but... actually, the last-place student isn’t so bad either."

"5th floor: ??? Are you crazy?"

"6th floor: Actually, I also..."

"7th floor: Are the 4th and 6th floors from Class A? Have you lost it?"

"8th floor: You don’t understand anything; just wait until Friday’s meeting, and you’ll see."

"9th floor: Weird."

…………

Not many people were posting in the forum, and after reading through, Song Chuyi exited.

It seemed like everyone was a little off.

He figured he’d binge some shows with Xiaotong.

Sleep wasn’t happening anyway.

Song Chuyi headed over to hang out with Xiaotong, apparently forgetting there was someone else in the dorm.

When the clock hit midnight, Zhong An, who had been studying at the desk, finally stood up.

The chair screeched against the floor, piercing in the quiet dorm.

Even Song Chuyi, glued to his show, heard it.

He snapped back to reality and turned to look at Zhong An, who was standing still at the desk, head down, and couldn’t help but ask:

"What are you standing there for?"

"Just go to bed already!"

Stop creeping people out in the middle of the night!

At the sound of his voice, Zhong An glanced over.

Behind his thick glasses, his eyes looked foggy.

Cloudy and hard to read. He looked like he was in a daze.

Zhong An walked over to the bed and lay down.

He didn’t make a sound, lying there without covering himself with a blanket, his glasses still on, his hands crossed above his navel, and he closed his eyes calmly.

Song Chuyi turned over, facing Zhong An.

Seeing that he was indeed asleep, he pulled Xiaotong over to continue watching the drama.

In the middle of the night, Zhong An suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward Song Chuyi.