Chapter 328: The Bullied One (8)

Chapter 328: The Bullied One (8)

His voice remained hoarse, like the raspy wheeze of an old-fashioned bellows.

However, these two words successfully caught Song Chuyi's attention.

"Hunting?"

His eyes lit up, and even his voice carried a hint of curiosity.

"How does this hunting thing work?"

"The weak against the strong," Zhong An said curtly.

But Song Chuyi was clever and immediately understood his meaning.

"You mean the students with poor grades hunting the students with good grades?"

From Monday to Saturday, it's the dominance of the top students over the underachievers, but on Sunday, it's the opposite.

This so-called carnival isn’t just about fun, but a hunt where the weak prey on the strong.

So, as the top student, he would be hunted by the entire school?

Song Chuyi stretched with a lazy ease, "So that's the kind of carnival it is."

His tone was casual, as if it didn’t faze him.

Zhong An sat across from him, his eyes dark and inscrutable behind the glasses.

As he stretched, the transfer student’s slender, pale waist gleamed starkly.

Even aware of the hunt, he showed no fear.

Was he confident, or just didn’t care?

Zhong An slowly lowered his head, the lenses of his glasses catching the light.

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Sunday, Carnival Day.

At the crack of dawn, blood-curdling screams echoed through the school.

The screams were laced with fear and despair, the stench of blood hung in the air, turning the place into a living hell.

Song Chuyi walked out of the dormitory.

Countless eyes tracked him, some openly, others from the shadows.

Zhong An trailed behind him, silent and unnoticed.

Lou Guanghai was the first to step forward, his uniform splattered with blood, his face numb with despair, yet twisted into a strange smile.

He walked up to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi stood his ground, one hand casually tucked in his pocket, "Yeah?"

He tilted his head slightly, exuding the air of a proud prince.

"You wanna kill me?"

He asked casually, his usual arrogance in his eyes.

Lou Guanghai hurriedly waved his hands, ignoring his blood-stained uniform, he acted like some reckless kid.

"No, no, no."

"I... I never thought of that."

He dropped his hands, looking lost and confused.

"I just wanted to ask if you needed any help? I... I could kill a lot of people."

Words that were simple yet cruel came out of Lou Guanghai's mouth, sounding both normal and eerie.

Song Chuyi was baffled.

"What?" He was momentarily taken aback, having prepared himself to fight with everyone today.

After all, he’d trained hard in the last two worlds, handling fights easily.

"No... you don’t need it?" Lou Guanghai’s expression darkened, "Right."

He muttered, "I... I won’t touch you."

With that, he ran off.

Song Chuyi glanced at Zhong An.

Zhong An still had his head down, his thick glasses hiding his eyes, making it hard to see his eyes.

Song Chuyi turned away, ready to grab breakfast.

When he got to the cafeteria, the top student’s meal had been replaced with a cup of plain water.

On this day of chaos, even the cafeteria was in on it.

Song Chuyi took the plain water and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, a student came over and placed his fruit in front of Song Chuyi.

"You... you eat."

Song Chuyi didn't even see what the person looked like before he ran away.

One after another, others came to offer fruits and milk.

Zhong An also came and sat down beside him.

He placed all the fruits and milk offered by others in front of Song Chuyi.

Well... Zhong An indeed had the right to do so on the day of revelry.

Zhong An ate all the things offered by others in front of Song Chuyi.

Finally, only his own plate of extremely lavish breakfast remained.

He slid the plate over to Song Chuyi and said just one word.

"Go ahead and eat."

Song Chuyi didn’t hesitate and began to enjoy his breakfast.

He only ate the fruit and bread, leaving the rest.

After finishing, he said,

"I’m stuffed."

Zhong An glanced at him, fingers drumming lightly on the table.

"Eat."

Just one word again.

Song Chuyi hesitated...

He reluctantly ate another egg and downed a glass of milk.

Zhong An finally seemed satisfied, taking the tray in front of him and finishing the remaining food.

He even drank Song Chuyi’s water.

He still cleared the tray, but today he told Song Chuyi to wait at the door.

Song Chuyi didn’t mind—he always waited.

After leaving the cafeteria, Song Chuyi headed to the nearby arcade.

Zhong An trailed him silently, almost invisible.

Zhong An intercepted anyone who approached Song Chuyi.

As the school’s lowest-ranked student, Zhong An wielded absolute authority today.

While brutality and despair reigned elsewhere, Song Chuyi’s surroundings were calm.

As dusk fell and night deepened, the air grew thick with the scent of blood.

Zhong An had vanished unnoticed.

Song Chuyi walked the corridor, his footsteps the only sound.

Hand in pocket, he stood tall, his delicate face cool and composed.

The darkness felt heavy, almost suffocating.

At the corridor’s end stood a slender figure, the dim light casting a demonic shadow.

Song Chuyi halted, his gaze fixed on Zhong An ahead.

He’d removed his glasses, his sharp eyes now exposed.

He gave a soft chuckle, "Here to play with me?"

Maybe it was the heat; he’d rolled up his uniform sleeves, tying them in a small knot.

Revealing a slim, pale sliver of his waist.

So incredibly beautiful.

Zhong An's gaze fell on that patch of fair skin, and he strode towards him with his long legs.

"I'll play with you."

His voice was hoarse, as if holding back a tidal wave of desire.

As he approached, Zhong An suddenly pinned him against the wall.

The cold wall seemed to have countless shadows coiled around Song Chuyi's limbs, leaving him unable to move.

Song Chuyi smiled even wider.

"So, this is your plan for today?"

"You didn’t let anyone bully me, just so you could bully me yourself tonight?"

His chest rose and fell slightly, and he lightly pursed his lips.

A sheen of moisture glistened on his pink lips.

Zhong An lowered his head, his piercing eyes locked onto him.

His thumb pressed against the pink lips, applying some force.

Song Chuyi obediently tilted his head back, gently sucking on his fingertip.

"Happy now?"

Zhong An didn't speak, his right hand clutching his waist.

He was very forceful, and red marks quickly bloomed on his fair skin.

Zhong An nuzzled close to his ear, nipping at his earlobe, and murmured:

"Do you know how many people were looking at you today?"

Song Chuyi's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, "What does it matter if they were looking at me?"

"Didn’t you fend them all off?"

Zhong An released him, letting the restrained transfer student catch his breath.

Usually so proud, now pinned against the wall by the lowest-ranked student.

Having his way with him.

But why, whether it was others or him, they couldn’t bring themselves to hurt the transfer student.

Yet, they all despised him.

Song Chuyi was driven to the brink of tears, his Adam’s apple bobbing faintly.

"If you’re going to kiss me, get on with it."

"Quit playing games."

Don’t think he didn’t notice the hardness there.