Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 33

A gust of strong wind swept through.

Yu Zuojin’s face instantly darkened.

Sheng Yuan:?

This is unwillingness.

But he spared no effort, launching a frenzied promotion for studying in the small grove.

“One-on-one tutoring, four hundred-point improvement within six months, guaranteed teaching and support, no refunds.”

“Seize the opportunity, for it may not come again. Not for 998, not for 889, only for 9 yuan.”

“Study together, with many benefits.”

Yu Zuojin stared at him.

Sheng Yuan blinked at him, “What do you think?”

Actions speak louder than words.

In the next moment, Yu Zuojin turned his head away, his thin lips lightly parted in the cold wind, emitting a brief interjection.

“Tsk.”

That expression was filled with disappointment.

Sheng Yuan:?

??????

What is he unsatisfied with?

Why is this guy becoming more rebellious?

For the first time, Sheng Yuan saw a disdainful look on his emotionless face.

As if no benefit could sway him.

His thick eyebrows furrowed, seemingly a little displeased.

The cold and handsome face, paired with the pink Band-Aid stuck on his ear, carried indifference tinged with absurdity.

“What? You don’t want to go.”

Yu Zuojin remained silent with a stern face.

Sheng Yuan clapped his hands, “Understood.”

Yu Zuojin’s eyes moved, looking at him.

“Silence implies consent.”

Yu Zuojin: “…”

“Since you’ve consented, we’ll start tomorrow.”

Sheng Yuan didn’t give him a chance to speak, “Gege knows you’re willing but find it hard to speak out.”

If you don’t open your mouth, then you haven’t refused.

[System: You’re engaging in a forced sale.]

Sheng Yuan remained calm and composed, “No, please don’t slander good people, dear system.”

Good?!

How can you say that?

[System: If he’s willing, then why isn’t he smiling?]

“Because he has a naturally serious disposition.”

[System:…]

Arguing with a dog only results in being out-argued by the dog.

Sheng Yuan swung his long legs onto the bicycle, “Get on, I’ll give you a ride back.”

Yu Zuojin got on the bike.

The person in front of him was clearly shorter and weaker, yet he always carried himself as an elder, even giving him a ride on the bicycle.

But Sheng Yuan undeniably possessed an irresistible charm, drawing people to him like a magnetic pole.

For Yu Zuojin, the autumn night at seventeen was the sound of bicycle wheels spinning and the scent of Sheng Yuan’s shampoo.

The faint orange fragrance diluted by the water.

Autumn’s essence lay ahead of him.

Autumn was within his reach.

But whenever he recalled it, he felt as if he was grasping onto spring.

A spring that would rejuvenate him.

Sheng Yuan stopped the bicycle in front of the school gate.

“Go inside, and don’t be late.”

He didn’t forget to remind him of the forced sale earlier.

“As agreed, tomorrow, after lunch, come directly to the small grove. Walk about two hundred meters inside, and there’s a camphor tree with a thick horizontal branch. Look for me there.”

“Oh, by the way, tomorrow we’ll study Chinese. Bring your Chinese textbook.”

With instructions given, Sheng Yuan didn’t linger but rode his bike home without a trace of nostalgia.

The next day, right after lunch, Sheng Yuan went to the camphor tree in the small grove.

This camphor tree was huge, with a trunk over ten meters high and so thick that three people could barely embrace it. But its most unique feature was the horizontally growing branch. While other branches grew upward gracefully, its presence caused the otherwise straight tree trunk to bend.

Rough branches sprouted from the side, and Shen Yuan stood below, his head just reaching them.

He took two steps back, took a running start, and leapt up with agility. The fragrance of the camphor tree filled the air and the sturdy branches could support fourteen or fifteen people in total.

Though not towering, it was captivating within the forest.

Its abnormal growth did not signify its deficiency; instead, it often showcased its most splendid and alluring qualities.

It withstood the autumn winds for half a month, and its branches and leaves remained lush. Shen Yuan looked around, and it appeared vivid and lifelike.

At noon, Yu Zuojin returned to his dormitory after having a meal. As he looked at the room, he felt a headache coming on. Standing there, he racked his brain trying to recall where he had tossed that wretched Chinese textbook.

Searching here and there, Room 408 had become a dog’s den.

Finally, he found the Senior Three Chinese (Volume One) beneath the table leg.

Yu Zuojin: “…”

Silently, he bent down and retrieved the rest of the books from under the table.

The textbooks were casually thrown onto the bed. Just as Yu Zuojin was twisting the doorknob of Room 408 while holding the Chinese textbook, he changed his mind.

“Guo Gang, these instant noodles smell good.”

Zheng Zilu was happily slurping instant noodles in Room 407.

In the midst of his show-off, the door was suddenly pushed open.

With a tremble, Zheng Zilu looked at Yu Zuojin who had suddenly appeared at the door, dumbfounded.

He had arrived—the troublemaker who controlled his life.

Campus bullying!

His world would never be bright again.

Yu Zuojin entered, and Zheng Zilu adeptly picked up some textbooks and held them in his hands.

He was now a seasoned actor.

Quickly put on a show, quickly leave.

But this time, Yu Zuojin didn’t make a move; he spoke.

His hoarse voice was more pleasing to the ear than the sound of a broken gong or glass being scratched.

“Chinese textbook.” Yu Zuojin remembered Shen Yuan’s request.

Be polite.

“Please lend it to me.”

Zheng Zilu was dumbfounded. Yu Zuojin had come to borrow the Chinese textbook from him.

Why would he want to borrow a Chinese textbook from him?

He didn’t know, but he didn’t dare to ask either.

After all, every word he spoke now could affect his personal safety.

Their class had already finished the morning Chinese lesson, and Yu Zuojin wouldn’t need the Chinese textbook in the afternoon. Afraid of being greeted by Yu Zuojin’s fist at any second, Zheng Zilu dug through his school bag like a prairie dog and took out the Chinese textbook to hand it over to Yu Zuojin.

“Reason.”

Zheng Zilu was dumbfounded.

What reason?

Zheng Zilu: “Classmate Yu borrowed it from me, so I happily lent it.”

But judging from the other person’s expression, that clearly wasn’t the answer he wanted.

With a hoarse voice, Yu Zuojin said, “My reason.”

My reason?

What does that mean?

A flash of insight struck Zheng Zilu.

Ah, he wanted him to ask for his reason.

The top three rankings in the whole school weren’t for nothing; his comprehension skills were astonishing.

In a hurry, Zheng Zilu quickly asked, “Why does Classmate Yu want to borrow the Chinese textbook from me?”

Yu Zuojin glanced at him, didn’t answer, and walked out the door directly.

Zheng Zilu: “…”

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t win, he would have thrown a left hook, followed by a right hook, and then a roundhouse kick.

Although he had an icy expression on his face, he seemed to have detected a hint of a smile.

Thus, a new set of pictures of Yu Zuojin’s outfit was posted on the campus forum.

The tall and cool youth with suction cups on either side of his head wore only the blue and white school uniform on this hot afternoon. The pink Band-Aid on his ear had been replaced, and he held a Chinese textbook in his hand.

“…Fuck, where did he find that Chinese textbook?”

“Laozi hasn’t seen a Chinese textbook since the start of school.”

“Who has Senior Three Chinese textbooks? I’ll pay double for them.”

“Someone upstairs, get me one. I’m in my second year and don’t have a Senior Three Chinese textbook.”

“Using a Chinese textbook as a fashion trend now?”

“Yu Zuojin must have his reasons for doing this. I’m following him!”