Chapter 333 The Bullied One (13)

Chapter 333 The Bullied One (13)

Song Chuyi stood up, grabbed his discarded coat, and put it on.

The campus was chilly at night, and a gust of wind raised goosebumps.

The street lamps cast a faint glow, too weak to light the path ahead or stretch the shadows.

Song Chuyi strode forward, his long legs carrying him swiftly.

The area was deserted, eerily quiet.

The silence was so profound that the wind itself seemed to whisper.

It was the rustle of clothes and the soft stir of hair.

Carnival Day was a time for the strong to prey on the weak.

As the school’s lowest-ranked student, he became Carnival Day’s strongest, untouchable by all.

His target was clear.

Zhong An.

A distant bell tolled, and Song Chuyi turned toward the sound, confirming his direction.

After a few minutes, he encountered a surging crowd.

The silent crowd stared, their eyes numb yet feverishly fixed on Zhong An, bound to a cross.

The cross stood as a symbol of judgment.

They were judging Zhong An.

As if sensing Song Chuyi’s presence, the crowd parted, clearing a path.

Song Chuyi walked, one hand in his pocket, as if on a red carpet.

The crowd stayed hushed.

Zhong An hung his head on the cross, his face unreadable.

As Song Chuyi advanced, an invisible black mist seemed to pull him back.

Demonic whispers filled his ears.

"He tormented you—kill him."

"He deserves death; his hands are drenched in blood."

"Burn him."

"Burn him alive!"

"You wield ultimate power—your will is law."

…

Human desires—greed, anger, and folly—surged into the black mist, dragging him down.

Song Chuyi kept walking, as if he didn’t feel the tug behind him, a smile lit up his eyes.

What did human emotions matter to him, a coffee tree?

He wouldn’t stop for this.

The black mist appeared to sense his resolve, its grip slowly loosened.

It seemed to fade away.

But suddenly, the pull intensified.

It seemed to try to grab him all at once.

But it failed.

This outsider was more determined than it expected, and less affected by distractions.

At last, the black mist gave up.

The crowd slowly vanished.

Only Zhong An on the cross faced Song Chuyi’s judgment.

Zhong An slowly raised his head, his eyes swirling with black mist.

He didn’t seem to recognize Song Chuyi, hatred and murderous intent twisted his face.

Song Chuyi stopped a meter away.

"Zhong An."

He said his name.

"Do you love me?"

The same question again.

Zhong An looked at him, but not really.

Silence hung in the air.

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, "It’s still early. Let’s play a game."

Zhong An finally reacted.

"What?"

His voice was hoarse, like an old bellows.

"A riddle," Song Chuyi suggested.

"Three cups are in front of Xiao An. I drank one. How many are left?"

Zhong An was silent for half a second, "Three cups."

"Wow," Song Chuyi clapped, "You’re sharp! Right, three cups are left."

He stepped forward slightly and asked again:

"If Xiao An has six cups of coffee in front of him, what will happen after I drink all six?"

Zhong An: "Need to pee."

"No," Song Chuyi corrected, "You'll be wide awake!"

He confidently put his hands on his hips.

"I don’t need to go to the bathroom."

While coffee makes you pee, why would a coffee tree need a bathroom? Just soak up some sun.

Zhong An was getting tired of these riddles, black mist churning around him.

"If you’re going to kill me, get it over with."

"No, no, no," Song Chuyi shook his head, "I’m not going to kill you."

He stepped closer, rose slightly on his toes, and kissed his throat.

"I warned you at the meeting not to push it."

"But you didn’t listen."

"Now that it’s Carnival Day, and since you’ve tied yourself up, wouldn’t it be a shame to waste your effort?"

Song Chuyi giggled, nipping at his neck.

"Are you ready, Xiao An?"

Zhong An’s lashes fluttered, but he stayed silent.

Song Chuyi smirked, rummaging in his pants for his phone.

After using his fingerprint to unlock it, he opened it and saw, along with the seedling app, there were other apps too.

He opened a video app and looked up "cheesy CEO dramas."

Then, he magically produced a projector and projected the video.

He clicked on the first episode—"Returning Home."

Hmm... Zhong An wasn’t a member, so there was a three-minute ad.

Using the time, Song Chuyi quickly grabbed a chair and a table, then ran to the nearby convenience store to get some snacks.

He grabbed himself a glass of iced cola.

Once the ad ended, the show started.

So, Zhong An watched:

"The ex-wife returns home with three children, and they all look exactly like me?"

"Take ten million and leave my son."

"So, I was just a substitute for my dead brother."

The plot included heart-wrenching betrayals, wrongful imprisonment, car accidents resulting in disabilities, and more. In the end, they got together.

Zhong An: ...

After finishing that one, Song Chuyi switched to another soap opera.

Another three-minute ad.

Song Chuyi, munching on sunflower seeds, turned to Zhong An, "Want some?"

Zhong An: ...

"No," he said, his voice back to normal, cool and slightly alluring.

Song Chuyi shrugged and kept munching.

"If you can afford it, you should get a membership."

"Let’s see, it’s $9.99 a month, let’s do that."

"But don’t forget to cancel the auto-renewal, or it’s a waste if you stop watching."

Zhong An: ...

After that, there was still a minute of ads left, and Song Chuyi started munching on chips.

"These shows are pretty good, let’s see what this one’s about."

"This time it’s about the real and fake heirs! This is gonna be good."

"Pay attention later, it’s gonna blow your mind!"

As he spoke, the episode began.

Episode one: "The Real Heir Reunites with His Family."

Then Zhong An saw:

"The real heir is welcomed by his rich family, while the fake heir, scared of being kicked out, plays the victim but gets humiliated by the real heir."

In the background, Song Chuyi was munching on snacks.

"The real heir humiliates the fake heir!"

"The fake heir is kicked out of the rich family and goes back to his poor home, with a gambling dad, a weak mom, and a little brother he now has to support."

"The fake heir’s about to hit hard times."

"The fake heir, not ready to give up, tries to plot against the real heir but ends up pinned on the bed."

"Wait, what’s happening here..."

"No, no! The real and fake heirs... how did they end up together?"

Zhong An was speechless.