Chapter 329: The One Who Was Bullied (9)

Chapter 329: The One Who Was Bullied (9)

Zhong An appeared to smile.

From Song Chuyi's perspective, he could only see the corner of Zhong An's mouth twitch.

The sound that emanated from the depths of his throat was inhuman, and it was unclear whether it was a laugh or not.

But Song Chuyi assumed it was a smile.

Because the next moment, Zhong An actually kissed him.

But instead of his mouth, Zhong An kissed his waist.

The waist he had pinched was already red and warm to the touch.

The kiss made it feel even hotter.

It was the first time he had seen someone kiss someone else's waist.

Song Chuyi laughed openly, not caring about appearances.

"Why are you so clueless?"

"Shouldn't you kiss the lips?"

Zhong An looked up, his deep eyes fixed on the transfer student still pinned to the wall by the shadows.

"Clueless?"

He muttered the word, as if savoring it, his throat working.

He kissed him again.

He kissed so forcefully that the already red skin turned a deeper shade of crimson and purple.

Marking the waist, it was startling.

Song Chuyi: ...

A vampire? Kissing so intensely.

The sky darkened, and even the corridor lights inexplicably dimmed.

The entire corridor was plunged into darkness.

Song Chuyi even thought that Zhong An's eyes seemed to glow brighter than the surrounding darkness.

Midnight hadn't come yet, and the carnival was still in full swing.

As the top-ranked student, he couldn't resist Zhong An, the lowest-ranked.

No matter what Zhong An did, Song Chuyi had to endure it.

That was the rule.

A rule established by the antagonist himself.

Song Chuyi's long eyelashes fluttered as he tried to make out something in the darkness.

But Zhong An chose that moment to bite him.

Song Chuyi was baffled.

"Why bite when you’re supposed to kiss?"

Zhong An looked up. Even though he was half-kneeling, he wasn’t at a disadvantage—if anything, he subtly held the upper hand.

"You’re distracted."

A haunting voice echoed through the dark, empty hallway.

Song Chuyi muttered, "Oh."

Okay, fine, he was a little distracted.

But with the antagonist being so infuriating, what’s the harm in being a little distracted?

Song Chuyi scoffed, "So what if I’m distracted? What are you gonna do about it?"

He smirked, "If you’re so bold, kiss me on the lips."

What’s so impressive about kissing my waist?

Crouching halfway down, he was completely hidden, and the darkness made it impossible to see.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his body’s reactions.

Song Chuyi’s lips twitched into a smirk, "Your body’s a lot more honest than your mouth."

At that, Zhong An rose slowly to his feet.

He seemed to drop the act, his lean frame radiating strength.

He towered over Song Chuyi by a head, and when he stood to his full height, the intimidation was palpable.

His large hand brushed Song Chuyi’s face, his rough fingertips leaving the soft skin flushed.

A faint smirk played on his lips.

A cold gust swept through, and Song Chuyi’s school uniform vanished into thin air.

Warmth flooded his lips, stealing the breath from his lungs.

Song Chuyi’s strength gave out, and he slumped weakly into Zhong An’s embrace.

His thoughts grew foggy, his awareness slipping away.

Through the haze, he caught Zhong An’s whisper.

"Welcome to my world."

————

When the darkness lifted, dawn had broken.

Song Chuyi’s lashes fluttered as he blinked awake.

He found himself sprawled in the back row of the classroom, the advanced math teacher droning on at the front.

All the students were paying close attention to the lecture, and Zhong An, sitting beside him, was no exception.

Song Chuyi blinked.

Was the carnival day really over already?

He glanced down and pulled up his school uniform, only to find bruises all around his waist.

It was clear just how rough the antagonist had been when they kissed him.

He glanced over at Zhong An.

Today, he had ditched his glasses, and his usual thick bangs were swept back, exposing his broad forehead.

His sharp eyes were locked onto the podium, no longer the dull, lifeless gaze he had before, but radiating confidence and pride from within.

It felt a little off. Song Chuyi thought to himself.

Just then, the teacher at the front of the class spoke up.

"Next up, we’re doing an in-class quiz."

The test papers were handed out quickly, reaching Song Chuyi in no time.

He skimmed through them; the questions were tough, some even harder than college-level calculus.

Totally different from the level of difficulty before.

Do they ramp up the difficulty after the carnival day? Song Chuyi wondered, picking up his pen to begin.

But it felt like some unseen force was stopping him from writing anything down.

His long lashes flickered, and he set the pen aside.

Zhong An, sitting next to him, finished the test in just ten minutes, breezing through it with speed and precision.

No surprise, Zhong An came in first, while he, having turned in a blank sheet, ended up in last place.

Song Chuyi rested his chin on his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched Zhong An.

How intriguing.

Now the situation had reversed; he was last, and Zhong An was first.

This was Zhong An’s deliberate doing.

Then, what did he aim to gain from creating such a reversal?

"Time for the ritual!"

Someone shouted.

Everyone surrounded Song Chuyi and Zhong An.

Zhong An stood up with one hand in his pocket, his sharp eyes sweeping over Song Chuyi’s bruised waist.

"Kneel."

The top scorer had total control over the one in last place, and the ritual was the first place’s bullying of the last.

Song Chuyi let out a soft laugh, not kneeling but standing up, he placed one hand on Zhong An's shoulder.

With a shove, he pushed Zhong An onto the chair.

Before Zhong An had a chance to react, Song Chuyi straddled his thighs.

His knees dug into the cold, hard chair, wedged between Zhong An's thigh and the armrest's curve.

"Now you’re kneeling," he said with a light laugh, his fingers pressed against Zhong An's chest.

"Any more commands from the great first place?"

Everyone’s eyes were on Song Chuyi.

This was indeed a kneeling position, with his knees on the cold, hard bench, pinched by the chair’s angle, probably painful.

It was kneeling, but something seemed off.

The once loose school pants now clung tightly to the transfer student’s hips due to the "kneeling" posture, accentuating a perfect curve.

A bit dazzling.

Zhong An steadied the transfer student’s hips with one hand, his palm large.

One slap would definitely make waves.

Maybe because Zhong An stayed quiet, the transfer student added with a grin.

"Why’s the first place so quiet? Is this all the bullying you’ve got?"

It’s not nearly enough.

Everyone thought the same in their hearts.

Such an arrogant last place needed to be thoroughly humiliated.

Preferably until he’s in tears, begging pitifully for mercy.

Zhong An gave the crowd a cold look and ordered, "Bow your heads."

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to resist.

Then Zhong An turned to Song Chuyi, his gaze intense.

"Challenging the first place will be punished."

Song Chuyi grew even more delighted.

"So, what is the punishment for this last place?"

With a sharp "smack," Zhong An slapped Song Chuyi's buttocks.

Straight on, without the school pants in the way.