Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 52

The righteous individual stared at Yu Zoujin darkened face.

?

What’s going on?

Shouldn’t he be grateful for the arrival of this embodiment of justice?

Why was he looking at him like that?

Does he enjoy being bullied?

The righteous individual was utterly confused.

Crazy! This world is too insane.

Just now, the righteous individual had rushed out without warning, and his companions failing to restrain him.

Perhaps he was intoxicated by alcohol and mistakenly thought that Sheng Yuan was bullying Yu Zoujin.

However, to the bystanders, the boy leaning against the wall was obviously much taller than the one in front of him. It was easy to see a noticeable disparity in strength.

If he was being bullied, one punch would be enough to strike back, let alone endure bullying. Although his face remained expressionless, he showed no signs of resistance.

After being rescued, he wore a sour expression, as if his good deed had been ruined.

Clearly, the righteous individual had interfered in matters that did not concern him.

One of the man’s companions stepped forward and pulled the bewildered righteous individual, explaining, “Apologies, my friend has had too much to drink. His intentions were good, but it seems his actions only spoiled things. He has always possessed a strong sense of justice since childhood.”

They even provided an example.

“When we played house as children, he always acted as the police officer.”

Yu Zoujin: “…”

Even when intoxicated, Sheng Yuan remained magnanimous and let go of past grievances. “It’s alright. Society needs people like him.”

After apologizing, his companion linked arms with the befuddled righteous individual and supported him away.

The cool night breeze caressed his ears. Sheng Yuan gazed at the streetlights that replaced the stars in the night sky. It was getting late, and he should also return home.

The milk tea shop was located north of the school, just a little over a hundred meters from the school if they headed right from their current position.

As usual, Sheng Yuan escorted Yu Zoujin back to the entrance of No.1 Middle School.

“Go inside.”

However, Yu Zoujin didn’t move. After blowing in the evening breeze for quite some time, it helped clear Sheng Yuan’s mind, although he was still intoxicated.

His brain was less active than usual, blank and slow to react.

“I’ll walk you home.”

His voice was hoarse and feeble, like a tree branch sawed off by a saw. Since childhood, his voice had always been so unpleasant, like a crow’s caw.

Speaking took effort. While others effortlessly spoke by moving their mouths, he painstakingly observed their lip movements and struggled to produce the words from his own throat.

He disliked his own voice, always had since childhood. And the ridicule he faced upon entering adolescence only intensified that feeling, making him wish to tear his voice from his body.

His throat had whittled away, starting from childhood, and although he desired to strip it away, it clung to him like a chewed piece of gum, causing endless agony.

Therefore, he seldom spoke.

Sheng Yuan, in his drunken state, was also disoriented. “What?”

Yu Zoujin spoke hesitantly, “I’ll walk you home.”

Suddenly, Sheng Yuan burst into laughter.

“Yu Zoujin, why do you speak like that?”

Yu Zoujin expression stiffened, the words overlapping with the memories in his mind.

“Yu Zoujin, why is your voice like this?”

“Can you hear yourself speaking? I’m sorry, I forgot, you’re not like normal people.”

“Listen, everyone, listen to how he speaks.”

“This is my friend, Yu Zoujin. Say something for everyone to hear.”

“Hahaha, what the hell? I thought a pig was speaking.”

He seemed to be drowning in memories, but the cold touch on his neck pulled him back to reality. Sheng Yuan’s hands were clasped around his neck, cooling down the warmth emanating from it.

“Your voice is like a cello.”

Yu Zoujin pupils shrank.

The dark clouds of the nightmare were shattered by light, and in this moment, the grotesque world of monsters collapsed within his heart.

Sheng Yuan looked at him.

“Do you know the cello? It is used in symphony performances.”

His voice was as deep as a cello.

It was a symphony.

Sheng Yuan observed his Adam’s apple but found no cello strings.

Strange, other cellos had them, so why didn’t he?

“I have only heard this kind of voice from you. You’re special,” Sheng Yuan’s brain short-circuited, unable to find the right words, and he laughed. “It’s really good.”

“So, Yu Zoujin, try to speak more often.”

Sheng Yuan didn’t know how he got home, but when his thoughts returned, he found himself sitting on the sofa in his house.

Sheng Chenggong looked at the slightly drunk Sheng Yuan and smiled. “Good boy, you’ve been drinking a lot. You remind me of myself in my younger days.”

Sheng Yuan waved his hand.

Sheng Chenggong said, “Don’t be modest. Your old man never got drunk even after a thousand cups. You must have inherited that. So, how much did you drink?”

Sheng Yuan made a gesture indicating two.

Sheng Chenggong asked, “Two bottles?”

Sheng Yuan corrected, “Two glasses.”

Sheng Chenggong: “…”

“Don’t tell people I’m your father when you’re outside.” Not a trace of good genes was inherited.

Sheng Yuan had a headache. He tilted his head and asked Sheng Chenggong, “How did I get back?”

Sheng Chenggong replied, “That classmate of yours from the same school but different class carried you back. You were like a piece of pork on his body.”

The child of his dreams that he had seen at the police station.

Sheng Yuan’s brain short-circuited, unable to recall any memories. He asked the system to confirm.

[System: It’s true.]

After the confirmation came, it added.

[System: You’re truly impressive.]

Riding on someone’s back like riding a horse, it still wondered how Yu Zoujin managed to endure him.

Sheng Yuan:?

It was getting late, and he had to go to school the next day.

Sheng Yuan drank some sobering soup brewed by Feng Juan, got up, and went back to his room. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he stumbled over a toy left on the floor by Sheng Wang and fell with a thud.

Gone was his former cool and composed demeanor. After just a few drinks, his IQ had vanished.

The sound was loud, and even Truly Ambitious felt a jolt.

[System: Host, are you alright!]

Sheng Yuan slowly got up from the ground like a turtle.

“A mere mortal wound.”

[System:…]

Fortunately, he had the sobering soup last night, so Sheng Yuan didn’t feel much hangover the next morning. He revived in full spirit, his intellect returned. After washing up and getting dressed, he proceeded as usual, grabbing a slice of bread from the dining table, and heading out.

Boys walked along the street, their blood vibrant, their minds restless. They possessed a drive that adults lacked, a fearless courage of seventeen and eighteen-year-olds. Their fearlessness made them shine brightly like the most outstanding warriors on a battlefield.

It was around eight or nine o’clock when the sun slowly rose in the sky.

The school’s anniversary celebration had just ended, but the excitement still lingered in the air. They were a few hundred meters away from the school when someone on the roadside shouted to Sheng Yuan.

“Brother Sheng!!!”

“Brother Sheng! You were so cool yesterday!!!”

There were many students around, and Sheng Yuan had no idea who shouted, so he just walked through the school gate.

When he arrived at Class 6, he noticed the Chinese test papers placed on the desk. It was a quiz taken before the anniversary celebration, and the graded papers were distributed now.

Jin Anzhu who was sitting in front looked at his test paper and slumped over his seat as if he had no bones.

How could it be this low?

Even someone answering randomly with their feet would score higher.

Seeing Sheng Yuan’s arrival, he reached out with his test paper, seeking comfort.

“Brother Sheng, I’m about to collapse. I answer seriously every time, but my scores are always so low.”

Xia Zhiqi joined in, “Brother Sheng, don’t listen to him whining. He just took the exam seriously.”

Jin Anzhu said, “But isn’t taking exams seriously a good thing?”

Sheng Yuan took his Chinese test paper, and indeed, the score was far from satisfactory. He hadn’t passed.

It’s impossible to study all the time without taking a break, so Sheng Yuan offered some advice.

“If you want to improve your grades, it’s simple. Play to death when you play and study to death when you study.”

Jin Anzhu said, “Brother Sheng, I’m already halfway there.”

Sheng Yuan:?

Xia Zhiqi quietly added, “Plays wholeheartedly when he plays, dies when he studies.”

Sheng Yuan: “…”

The first period was Chinese class. Since before the anniversary celebration, the Chinese teacher had been on leave, and Class 6 had been taught by the teacher from Class 8.

Today, the Chinese teacher, Wang Wen, returned. The students hadn’t seen her for a long time, so when the bell rang, they sat obediently in their seats, ready to welcome her back.

The class representative of the Chinese class even used colored chalk to write “Welcome back” on the blackboard.

However, when the classroom door was pulled open from the outside, all the students in Class 6 were collectively stunned.

They saw that the woman who used to be gentle and intellectual now looked much haggard, with sunken cheeks and a lackluster complexion.

Wang Wen was only thirty-one years old, with a beautiful appearance. Even though she was already a mother with a five-year-old daughter, she still looked like she was in her late twenties.

But now she appeared exhausted and worn out.

She usually dressed modestly and liked to wear long dresses. Today, she wore a white dress and a knitted sweater on top, with a veil draped around her neck.

Class 6 fell silent for a moment.

“Teacher Wang, are you sick?”

A concerned student asked.

Teacher Wang forced a smile, “I haven’t been feeling well lately, so I took some time off.”

Her voice was gentle, akin to a babbling brook amidst the woods. Usually, her recitation of classical poetry was full of charm, but now her voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

Teacher Wang did not dwell on unrelated matters and opened the textbook to begin the class.

After class, the Chinese class representative collected the Chinese assignments. Due to Teacher Wang’s previous absence, there were quite a few assignments to be handed in. Some students were lazy and didn’t complete them, and the class representative was worried that Teacher Wang might have difficulty grading them all at once. Therefore, this time, each student was only required to submit two exercise books.

The Chinese class representative was a round-faced girl with round eyes and a slightly plump figure. It was not easy to carry all the books for the forty students of Class 6 to the Chinese department, so Sheng Yuan got up and went over to help her.

“Thank you, Classmate Sheng.”

Sheng Yuan held most of the exercise books in his hands. “No problem.”

It was a small effort.

The two of them arrived at the Chinese department, where the door was wide open. The Chinese class representative knocked on the door and walked in with Sheng Yuan.

Unfortunately, Teacher Wang was not there. Instead, there was a little girl sitting in front of her desk, wearing a floral dress and sporting double ponytails.

The little girl held a lollipop in her hand and looked to be around four or five years old, incredibly adorable.

She looked over with watery eyes.

The Chinese class representative had seen her before; she was Teacher Wang’s daughter.

The little girl struggled to open the wrapper of the lollipop, but despite her efforts, she couldn’t manage to do it.

“Let me help you.”

The little girl looked up and saw a handsome young man. As soon as she heard he would help her, her chubby face instantly blossomed into a smile, and she handed the lollipop to Sheng Yuan.

After Sheng Yuan unwrapped it, he returned it to her. Finding the little girl adorable, he casually asked, “Little sister, what are you doing here?”

Tang Tang pouted and said, “I’m waiting for my mother. She went to a meeting.”

Although she was only five years old, she spoke with a loud and clear voice. She knew her mother had gone to work and didn’t cry or fuss; instead, she patiently waited here.

She also remembered to thank Sheng Yuan politely for helping her open the lollipop.

Sheng Yuan didn’t mind staying and engaging in a casual conversation with the little girl.

Tang Tang also clearly liked the handsome young man before her.

“Big brother, can I ask you a question?”

Her little expression was full of mystery.

Sheng Yuan crouched down, lowered his voice, and replied mysteriously, “What question?”

Tang Tang whispered in his ear innocently and naively:

“Big brother, can hitting someone be forgiven?”