Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 42

“Brother Sheng, can we take a group photo?”

Jin Anzhu quickly stepped forward and approached. “Brother Sheng! I want one too! I want one too!”

Sheng Yuan was also cooperative, considering it was just a matter of taking a few photos.

Most of the classmates had already changed into their costumes. Lin Xiaoyuan held a microphone connected to a sound system and instructed, “The photos should be kept secret until the school celebration. We mustn’t let them be released beforehand, or the audience will lose their anticipation for our class’s performance. Understand?”

“We understand!” Class 6 responded in unison.

Lin Xiaoyuan glanced at the striking Sheng Yuan and affirmed him in her heart.

He was quite handsome.

Class 6 had no mistakes with their costumes and props. Lin Xiaoyuan began organizing the rehearsal. Fox Nick and Judy started with the classic lines, “You’re under arrest.” Then, all the students in the class appeared on stage to perform a song and dance. Finally, it concluded with the lines, “You know you love me,” spoken by the two.

Lin Xiaoyuan divided each stage of the performance in great detail. Although everyone was confused about the choreography during the first run-through, subsequent rehearsals went smoothly. However, most of the male students lacked finesse in their movements and needed to focus on the dance details.

Their rehearsal time was during the last period of evening self-study. The day students brought their backpacks directly to the dance studio and left right after school. Sheng Yuan was no exception; after changing out of his costume, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and left.

The night wind was cold, so Sheng Yuan imitated the way Mrs. Feng Juan had wrapped the scarf around his head in the morning.

In the morning, he resembled an Egyptian mummy, but now he looked like a criminal often seen outside banks.

Truly Ambitious looked at this outlaw who only exposed his nose and eyes.

[System: Are you sure you want to wrap it like this?]

Sheng Yuan: “What’s wrong? Not good enough?”

[System: Criminal! It’s too criminal.]

Sheng Yuan: “How does it compare to Mrs. Feng Juan’s style?”

[System: It surpasses Mrs. Feng Juan’s style, hands down.]

Indeed, his family’s scarf-wrapping technique seemed unlawful.

Sheng Yuan rode his bicycle through the tree-lined avenue and arrived at the alley next to the back door of the barbecue restaurant.

Just as he put his feet on the ground to stop the bicycle, the old man walked out of the alley with his Corgi, closely followed by Aunt Chen.

The Corgi’s four short legs moved so fast that they almost left behind afterimages.

It turned out even dogs were in a hurry to finish work.

Shortly after, Yu Zuojin, who was responsible for closing the shop, walked out with a sky-high grudge. He still wore his usual cold expression, but his emotional state was vividly apparent.

Sheng Yuan blinked the exposed eyes on his face.

“What happened?”

Yu Zuojin didn’t speak or look at him.

Sheng Yuan couldn’t figure it out if the other party didn’t say anything. However, seeing Yu Zuojin’s terrible mood, Sheng Yuan tentatively asked a provocative question, “Were you bullied?”

[System: …]

Don’t be ridiculous, you little rascal.

Who on earth could bully him?

Yu Zuojin was in an extremely bad mood, and it felt as if he had a dark cloud hanging over him. No one within a meter of him dared to approach, or they wouldn’t leave unscathed.

Sheng Yuan, curious about who could upset Yu Zuojin to such an extent, leaned against his bicycle and watched eagerly. “Tell me about it.”

Yu Zuojin glanced at Sheng Yuan.

Sheng Yuan: ?

Yu Zuojin stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away without saying a word.

Without any response from the other party, Sheng Yuan couldn’t guess. However, seeing how terrible Yu Zuojin’s mood was, Sheng Yuan tried to tempt him with an explosive remark, “Do you need me to coax you?”

His voice was gentle, as if it were softly hooking onto Yu Zuojin.

Yu Zuojin turned his head away, remaining silent and motionless. He curled his fingers.

“Come on, don’t be shy.”

Sheng Yuan opened his arms to Yu Zuojin, complementing his outlaw-like appearance with the bandit-style scarf covering his head.

[System: I have to say, you really look like a rascal now.]

Sheng Yuan: “Then, I’m the most handsome rascal in the vicinity.”

[System: Can’t you be more modest?]

Sheng Yuan: “One can’t help it when naturally beautiful.”

[System: …]

Sheng Yuan was determined to coax Yu Zuojin. His fate was in the other’s hands. If Yu Zuojin got upset and started fighting again, he would have wasted his efforts.

“If you don’t come, I will…” Here I come.

Before the words were finished, Yu Zuojin moved. Thinking that the other party was going to stop, his dark eyes looked at Sheng Yuan, then he leaned forward like a big lion, lowering his neck.

Instantly, warmth enveloped Sheng Yuan. Yu Zuojin’s body was hot, like a winter stove burning dry firewood.

He was heavy, tall with a large frame, as if there was a huge stone pressing on him.

From a distance, it looked as if a fox was embracing a bear.

Sheng Yuan’s arm gently patted his back, pretending to be indignant.

“Who is it that has upset our little Yu like this? It’s truly despicable.”

He chuckled into Yu Zuojin’s ears, sending shivers down his spine.

Completely unaware that he was scolding himself.

Yu Zuojin opened his eyes in the darkness, and the faint scent of laundry detergent from Sheng Yuan filled his nostrils.

Sheng Yuan was even more slender than he had imagined, his arm going round with a single encirclement.

What he hated the most, absolutely detested, was others whispering in his ear.

Endless laughter, various emotions.

It was like a thorn reminding him of his inherent disability and abnormality.

But now, the thorn in his heart felt like a blunted stick, unable to cause him any pain.

Instead, his heart raced faster, and even his emotions began to surge with intense satisfaction.

The anger he felt from reading the posts on the campus forum had diminished by half.

Sheng Yuan felt that he had comforted him enough, so he let go, but then felt a stronger force around his waist before Yu Zuojin quickly released him and went to the back of the bicycle.

The roots of his ears were crimson.

Yu Zuojin sat behind him, and Sheng Yuan loosened half of his scarf, flicking it in front of Yu Zuojin like a wagging tail.

Mrs. Feng Juan gave him a pretty long scarf.

“Wrap it around you.” Sheng Yuan said, “The night breeze might give you a headache.”

Truly Ambitious: “…”

Sheng Yuan’s presence always pushed the boundaries of it’s understanding.

Even though the scarf was long, it was barely enough for two people, let alone when on a bicycle.

How could they wrap it like this? Was Sheng Yuan crazy?

Yu Zuojin looked at the serious expression on Sheng Yuan’s face for a few seconds, complexity in his eyes, but then he really imitated Sheng Yuan’s actions and wrapped it around his head.

Truly Ambitious: “…”

He really is crazy.

Sheng Yuan truly proved he had said before.

As long as his thoughts didn’t slip, there were always more solutions than difficulties.

Looking at the two heads wrapped in the scarf, the atmosphere instantly changed.

It went from committing a crime alone to forming a gang.

Sheng Yuan smiled and said, “How does it feel? Isn’t it warm?”

Before Yu Zuojin could speak, Truly Ambitious thought of an idiom.

Misery loves “company.”

As usual, Sheng Yuan escorted him to the gate of No.1 Middle School.

“Oh, by the way, we’ll change the location for our tutoring sessions during lunchtime these days. Just come directly to the dance studio on the fifth floor of the Arts Building and find me there, turn left at the staircase and it’s the seventh room.”

During the evening self-study time, every class had to rehearse their performances, and the rehearsal time for the grade-level program was squeezed, so they had to move it to the lunch break.

Sheng Yuan was the main character so he had to stay there all afternoon. He had a lot of scenes, but they were quite fragmented, leaving him with plenty of free time.

———–

The next day at noon, Sheng Yuan walked into the dance studio with the math papers he was going to teach Yu Zuojin.

When Wang Xiaoming saw him, he exclaimed, “Brother Sheng, you’re really dedicated. You’re studying even during rehearsal.”

Sheng Yuan corrected, “Tutoring.”

He placed the materials on the floor. “I have a friend coming over later, so I’ll just work on the papers. It won’t delay the rehearsal, is that okay?”

“It’s fine, there’s no problem with that. Let’s just consider it having an audience.”

At this moment, Chu Weitian also walked in with an annoyed expression. He was wearing a blue dress and a white apron around his waist.

It was his initial princess costume.

Sheng Yuan stood with his arms crossed inside the dance studio, locked eyes with him, and silently closed his eyes.

“It’s a crime.”

Chu Weitian yelled, “Hey!!!”

“Hahaha, Brother Chu, it suits you so well.”

“Brother Chu is really suitable! This effect is what we wanted!”

“It seems like this princess doesn’t need a prince to save her.”

Laughter filled the dance studio. Chu Weitian cursed as he sat on the floor, wearing a dress for the first time felt strange, and he carefully examined himself in the mirror. Soon, he would film the scene where he washed clothes for his stepmother and stepsister at home.

Lin Xiaoyuan couldn’t see the wooden tub used for washing clothes.

“Are the props not here yet?”

Wang Xiaoming said, “I’ve already sent someone to get them. They should arrive soon.”

At that moment, the door of the dance studio was pulled open.

Wang Xiaoming said to Lin Xiaoyuan, “Here they come.”

Boom!

Seeing the person standing at the door, Lin Xiaoyuan dropped the bottle of mineral water in his hand.

Yu Zuojin!

Wang Xiaoming asked Yu Zuojin to fetch props? !

How dare a small committee member of literature and art!

Lin Xiaoyuan swallowed her saliva: “Math Book, you are so powerful.”

“What power, I promised to treat those people to… Oh shit!”

Wang Xiaoming saw Yu Zoujin and slapped his throat in fright.

Why was Yu Zuojin here!

The dance studio was as quiet as a mouse, and even Chu Weitian, who was still cursing, frowned.

As soon as Yu Zuojin came, his leg started to hurt.

“Why are you standing at the door? Come in when you come.”

When Sheng Yuan’s voice came, Yu Zuojin glanced around the dance studio, and walked in obediently.

Wang Xiaoming asked, “Brot…Brother Sheng, is he the friend you were talking about?”

“Yeah, he’s shy and doesn’t talk much. He won’t disturb us.”

Everyone silently looked at the Yu Zuojin, who resembled a great demon king.

What shy and doesn’t talk much?

What kind of filter did Sheng Yuan have for Yu Zuojin?

The perception Sheng Yuan had of Yu Zuojin was completely different from what they saw. Violent, sinister, and unpredictable, they would even lower their heads and go around if they met him on the street.

It was as if a single glance at each other would result in a beating.

But at this moment, Yu Zuojin sat opposite Sheng Yuan, took the math paper, and started working on it.

Sheng Yuan looked at his collar.

“Your collar is turned up.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Zuojin put down his pen obediently and tidied his collar without saying a word, behaving as if he were very attentive to Sheng Yuan’s words.

As if he were voice-activated.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Brother Sheng, does he have this skill too?!