Chapter 332 The Bullied One (12)

Chapter 332 The Bullied One (12)

In front of the bar, Zhong An’s Adam’s apple moved.

As if he could no longer contain the desire surging within him, he quickly stood up, walked to the center of the dance floor, and pulled him into his arms.

Song Chuyi was pulled into a tight embrace, blinking his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhong An’s lips pressed hard against his collarbone.

That patch of skin soon turned bluish-purple.

He didn’t seem to know how to kiss, always using too much force.

Leaving the flawless skin bruised and messy.

Song Chuyi winced at the bite and lowered his head to lightly graze Zhong An’s neck with his teeth.

Zhong An tightened his grip.

“Harder.”

His voice rasped.

“Bite me.”

Song Chuyi pushed him away, “No.”

The students who had been watching had somehow vanished.

The bar was now empty, leaving just the two of them.

Song Chuyi’s eyes darted, and he grabbed Zhong An’s shirt collar.

Rising slightly on his toes, he bit Zhong An’s lips.

“I want to bite here.”

He laughed, his eyes gleaming.

Zhong An bit him back in the same way.

The delicate skin quickly broke, the bright blood turning his pink lips red.

Shocking, yet undeniably beautiful.

Zhong An’s gaze was intense and aggressive, sending shivers down the spine.

Song Chuyi pushed him away, “Where’d everyone go? They were just here.”

“They’re gone,” Zhong An replied.

Song Chuyi tilted his head, studying him.

“Gone?”

If the Seedling University is an aberration within the rules, then both Zhong An and those students should follow the logic dictated by the rules.

Since they chose to come to the bar to see him, why would they leave so easily?

Illogical behavior suggests that these students are not real.

Zhong An caused them to vanish instantly, which clearly violates logic itself.

Is Zhong An now breaking the rules he himself established?

Song Chuyi laughed softly, encircling Zhong An's neck with his arms.

"Do you know how to take revenge on someone?"

Zhong An glanced down at him, "How?"

"Get them to fall in love with you." Song Chuyi's right hand moved down, sliding over Zhong An's shoulder and landing on his chest, "Then leave them."

What a clichéd yet exciting way to exact revenge, the villain would likely enjoy it, wouldn't he?

Upon hearing this, Zhong An slowly smiled.

The intensity in his eyes softened with his smile, adding a hint of gentleness.

"In love with you?"

He echoed these words.

"How could that be?"

"You're merely the last place."

"I hold the first place."

"How could the top fall for the bottom?"

Song Chuyi remained silent...

It appears the villain is still playing by his own rules.

"Not quite." Song Chuyi replied with a smile, "Everything in this world follows rules."

"Only love defies logic and rules."

He rose on his toes, whispering into his ear.

"Just like me now, I accidentally fell in love with you."

A black mist swirled, coiling around Song Chuyi's ankles.

Song Chuyi seemed completely unaware, still smiling.

Zhong An stood there, his dark eyes seemingly harboring something unfathomable.

Darkness descended, and Song Chuyi instantly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, it was already the Friday summary meeting.

Some unfamiliar memories had been forced into his mind.

For instance, Zhong An forced him to kneel and kiss his feet.

Or Zhong An trapped him in the bathroom and doused him with water.

Or pinned him down in the dorm and hurled insults at him.

Song Chuyi was sure Zhong An had never done these things to him, yet these memories inexplicably lingered in his mind.

"The first place in this summary meeting is..."

"Zhong An!"

The principal's booming voice echoed.

Song Chuyi, seated in the front row, gave a faint smile.

The villain himself sped up the "game process," truly... impatient.

Zhong An stood at the podium, asserting his authority as the school's top student.

"Whatever happens next, you all need to watch closely."

Zhong An's eyes locked onto Song Chuyi.

"Come up."

Song Chuyi rose effortlessly and approached Zhong An.

Zhong An crossed his arms, like a cold and detached ruler barking orders.

"Strip."

In front of everyone, he commanded him to strip.

Song Chuyi stood his ground, only posing a question.

"Are you in love with me?"

Zhong An's eyes flickered for a moment.

"Do you think your status gives you the right to talk to me?"

Song Chuyi tilted his head, "The status of being last?"

As he spoke, he removed his school blazer, followed by his T-shirt.

"All your doing~"

He turned to face the crowd below the stage.

They all stared at him, their eyes burning, as if unleashing their inner desires.

But every face was Zhong An.

Song Chuyi finally confirmed the suspicion in his heart.

These students weren't real—they were countless versions of Zhong An.

He was like an ultimate, invincible, tangled beast, endlessly seeking redemption through self-destruction.

Song Chuyi guessed that those who had been sent in before him were either killed by Zhong An or hidden away by him.

Zhong An, based on their personalities, created countless versions of himself.

He tried to find salvation among these countless different personalities.

But for someone terminally ill, saving oneself is extremely difficult.

At this moment, he could see that each of these different individuals looked like him, likely because he had been influenced.

His desires had been awakened, so his mind was unstable, and he couldn’t even maintain the basic illusions.

Song Chuyi let out a soft laugh.

"It seems I’m going to be completely dominated by Brother Zhong An today."

He turned around and looked at Zhong An.

"Brother Zhong An, can you take it easy on me?"

"I still want to attend the carnival on Sunday after this."

Zhong An ignored him.

He expressed his desperation through actions.

In front of everyone, the transfer student transformed into a fallen fairy.

Crying, whimpering, yet... wildly captivating.

The auditorium was filled with a heavy atmosphere of lust.

Zhong An cradled the transfer student in his arms, looking at his dazed expression.

His thumb traced the transfer student’s lips, his voice hoarse.

"Please, say you love me."

Not receiving an answer, he became even more brutal.

Desperate for a yes, he acted recklessly.

He clung to the transfer student’s words.

Love defies logic and rules.

So he inevitably fell for him.

And now, he needed him to say he loved him first.

This was the last wish of his fragile self-esteem.

But there was only silence.

Darkness consumed time, and the Nursery University was left empty.

It seemed as if the day had been lost, the night heavy, weighing heavily.

Song Chuyi woke up alone in the darkness.

The bell rang, and from the distant horizon, a hoarse voice seemed to echo.

"Carnival Day is here."

Song Chuyi blinked gently; he knew his worries were justified.

Well, after all that fuss, it’s already Carnival Day.

So… is his villain all set?