Chapter 331: The One Who Was Bullied (11)

Chapter 331: The One Who Was Bullied (11)

Song Chuyi’s laughter became even more wild and unchecked.

He wasn’t sure why Zhong An had set up the opposite scenario.

Lou Guanghai and the others seemed to have forgotten what happened before. They no longer looked at him with pity for falling from the top.

He suspected Zhong An had wiped Lou Guanghai and the others’ memories, leaving them only remembering he was a transfer student.

But before, he was the top student, and Zhong An was the one being bullied.

Now Zhong An was the top student, and he had become the bullied one at the bottom.

This role reversal felt like Zhong An’s twisted experiment.

Song Chuyi remembered the backstory Xiaotong had shared with him, about Zhong An being ostracized by his major and roommates in college, which led to his downfall.

He guessed Zhong An was testing what it felt like to be bullied.

Zhong An, who’d always been a top student, decided to use grades as a measure of power.

Did he choose the bottom spot first to feel what it was like to be bullied? And this time, did he take the top spot to see what it felt like to bully others?

Song Chuyi thought it over, sensing there was still a piece missing.

"Spacing out again."

A firm hand gripped his chin, snapping him back to the present.

Zhong An’s gaze was intense, his mouth curling with a cold edge.

"Did I say you could?"

As the new top student, Zhong An had definitely grown more vocal.

Song Chuyi blinked softly, his teary eyes giving him a pitiful, almost endearing look.

"My bad."

He spoke softly, leaning closer to Zhong An.

"So, what’s the top student gonna do?"

He let out a soft breath, his eyes sparkling like stars.

Beautiful and utterly mesmerizing.

On the stiff leather couch, their bodies pressed close together.

From afar, the transfer student’s body appeared to shift subtly.

His neck arched gracefully, and in the silence, a soft sigh slipped out.

In that moment, it weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

On the Seedling Forum, a new post emerged.

"Did the top student really bully him that much?"

"Seems like it. I think I heard something from the sixth floor."

"That's way too much!"

"The new kid seemed to cry; I heard sobbing."

"Even if he's the top student, he shouldn't go that far."

"Why are today's posts so weird? Being the top student means you have all the power. If you're not happy, then become the top student yourself."

"If I were the top student, I'd never go that far."

"Look at yourself; you're probably worse."

"But still, it shouldn't be that bad; the new kid cried."

"Why so many crazy posts today? So what if he cried? Those with bad grades don't deserve pity."

"I can't stand to see him suffer."

"If studying's driving you nuts, go to the infirmary for meds, don't lose it on the forum."

…………

On the sofa at the seventh-floor corner, Song Chuyi was softly leaning in Zhong An's arms.

He bit his shoulder and muttered, "Jerk."

"Long fingers, huh? Impressive!"

He didn't go all the way, but... close enough.

Zhong An looked down, "Not happy?"

He gripped his shoulder, "Do you hate me?"

Song Chuyi gave him a strange look, "You're a bit of a jerk, but I don't hate you."

As if remembering something, he leaned in and whispered, "You've got some nimble fingers."

Zhong An seemed both dissatisfied and pleased, his expression turning odd.

After a moment, he gave Song Chuyi's back a light pat.

"Until the carnival, you'll have to put up with my teasing."

He smirked slightly.

Holding him close, his large hand tightened, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hate me all you want."

Better if you hate me enough to want to kill me right now.

That would be perfect.

Song Chuyi's ears perked up, catching those words.

His long lashes fluttered, and a suspicion crossed his mind.

————

On Tuesday, Zhong An banned him from studying and ordered him to the campus bar.

Though it was odd for a university to have a bar, with the world on the brink of collapse, a little weirdness didn’t matter.

Song Chuyi rolled with it.

The bar was nearly empty, with drinks and music all automated.

Zhong An grabbed a glass of wine and sipped it.

Song Chuyi followed suit and grabbed a glass too.

If the bad guy could drink, so could he.

Song Chuyi took a big swig, smacked his lips, and said, "Peach-flavored bubbly."

"Not bad."

Zhong An sat at the bar and pointed to the dance floor.

"Go dance."

It was an order—and the top student’s way of humiliating the bottom one.

Song Chuyi knocked it back, and the alcohol hit him fast, flushing his face.

Even his exposed skin turned a faint pink.

He strode to the center of the dance floor, grabbing the mic stand with his left hand.

"Here’s a song for everyone!"

He raised his right hand high, the light seemingly pooling at his fingertips.

In the empty bar, he was the star of the show.

The music kicked in, and a lively tune filled the air.

He swayed in the center of the dance floor, his slender waist peeking out as he tilted his head back.

His eyes sparkled with wild abandon, though the corners were flushed crimson from the booze.

Like a siren luring sailors to their doom, it was impossible to look away.

On the Seedling Forum, a new post popped up.

"Caught a video of the new kid being forced to dance by the top student."

"Video"

"Isn’t the top student too much? Kissing is bad enough, but he left bruises on the guy’s waist."

"Seriously, I can’t imagine how rough the top student was elsewhere."

"He’s so fragile."

"Anyone up for the bar?"

"I’m in."

"Wait, I get he’s hot, but shouldn’t you all be studying?"

"There’s no class right now, so checking out the bar should be fine, right?"

"What’s your rank to act so cocky? Don’t you know studying comes first?"

"But…"

I just wanna see.

I just wanna see him, even if it’s from afar.

People had started showing up at the bar at some point.

Everyone’s silently watching the transfer student go wild on the dance floor.

His eyes, already stunning, sparkle with pure joy, making your heart skip a beat just by looking at him.

It feels like there’s something more important than studying.

These thoughts pop up out of nowhere, waking up their numb minds.

It feels like… there’s something more important than studying.

What could it be?

Under the colorful lights, he raises his hand and waves to everyone.

"Stay happy!"

His smile shines so brightly, it hits everyone like a ton of bricks.

Happiness… it feels way more important than studying.