Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 55

Yu Zuojin stood still like a lion spotting its prey on the grassland, lurking behind, observing for the perfect moment.

But while lions on the grassland have opportunities to attack, he did not. As he gazed at Sheng Yuan, who sought answers with a furrowed brow, he stood there with a cold expression, employing his well-practiced skill of avoiding communication with others—he played dead.

There was absolutely no way he would tell Sheng Yuan about his habit of watching porn.

Shen Yuan’s playful words, “good boy” from last night still lingered in his ears.

Absolutely impossible.

He couldn’t let the other person know about his drinking and smoking habits either.

Once the door to his dark past was opened, it felt like an abyss, a bottomless pit. All the wrong things he had done in the past were vividly remembered, playing in his mind like a slideshow.

Even the locations, scenes, and time were exceptionally clear.

He had destroyed Zheng Zilu’s books a couple of days ago and today he shattered Jin Anzhu’s dreams.

That day in the store, in order to avoid being bothered by the corgi, he placed its sausage on the counter, making it to jump and reach it on its own.

From humans to dogs, he had been bullied everything.

The more Yu Zuojin thought about it, the darker his expression became.

Avoiding eye contact, his jet-black gaze looked into the distance, exuding a hint of indifference mixed with guilt.

If Yu Zuojin’s current status in Sheng Yuan’s heart was a perfect score, then once his past actions were exposed, not only would he fail, but his score would plummet to negative.

In Sheng Yuan’s heart, it would be a negative score.

The other person would no longer be close to him, and might even look at him with the same angry and disgusted eyes as when he had fought someone in the alley.

That feeling of disgust in Sheng Yuan’s eyes at that time was because of his violent behavior.

That inexplicable sense of restlessness surged within Yu Zuojin once again.

He didn’t know why, but he just couldn’t control his emotions.

The long-term physiological and psychological factors had formed a sense of irritability and excitement within him, as if injections were being administered into his body, unable to be suppressed, only waiting for the dosage to subside.

Due to the rehearsals during lunchtime, Sheng Yuan hadn’t been to 408 for over a week.

And during this period…

Yu Zuojin’s brows furrowed, brimming with aggression.

In 408, there were empty alcohol cans that he had brought back and emptied, as well as nicotine he had smoked.

Coincidentally, during the rehearsal period, the tension between the two had escalated. No, it was his one-sided uneasiness.

In his mind, he assumed he didn’t like Sheng Yuan, deliberately avoiding any closeness between them. Even when Sheng Yuan came to pick him up after work in the evening, there was little communication between them.

At that time, he suppressed countless impulses to speak up, suppressing the restlessness within his heart, repeatedly telling himself that he didn’t like Sheng Yuan.

And Sheng Yuan simply didn’t chat because he enjoyed speaking while riding his bicycle, letting the wind fill his mouth.

Yu Zuojin believed that there was a deep chasm between them at that time.

A mad dog will always be a mad dog.

Without an iron chain, he cannot be restrained.

During that period, when no one was watching over him, he reverted to his previous scoundrel-like lifestyle.

Yu Zuojin’s heart was in turmoil, but his face remained cold.

Just like the surface of the sea, calm on the outside, while turbulent waves raged in the depths of the night.

But his own aura repelled people from miles away. Coupled with his history of violent incidents, everyone feared him. He always appeared indifferent, tall in stature with long legs, emanating a strong presence. A mere furrow of his brow would send shivers down one’s spine. It was impossible to tell that he was a person with a rich and sensitive inner world.

Shen Yuan knew that Yu Zuojin rarely spoke, and it was common for him to ignore questions.

Since the other person said he hadn’t dated, then he hadn’t.

It’s just that when he stuck his tongue out at the police station, it genuinely startled him.

But it was him who had initiated the kiss back then, without considering Yu Zuojin’s consent.

As compensation, Sheng Yuan spoke up, “After you finish work tonight, I’ll take you to have the candied hawthorn we had last time.”

Yu Zuojin didn’t refuse.

This time, it should only be the two of them going.

Thinking of this, Yu Zuojin’s mood improved slightly.

After returning from the police station, it was almost time for the next class. The break would soon be over, and they would have to attend the next lesson.

Sheng Yuan took out his phone, there were only two minutes left before class.

“I’ll go first and return to the dormitory after class,” he said.

Yu Zuojin looked at him.

Sheng Yuan continued, “It seems like I left my English notes in the dormitory. I’ll come and get them after class.”

Yu Zuojin’s expression froze.

There was indeed a notebook beside Sheng Yuan’s pillow.

Once Sheng Yuan left and disappeared around the corner, Yu Zuojin turned and strode toward the dormitory building.

He moved very quickly.

Opening the door to room 408, it was no different from a mountain range, a basin, or hills—messy and cluttered. There were also the empty alcohol bottles he had drunk, and the cigarette box he had casually left on the table.

In his mind, a line of little people formed, banging drums and ringing alarms, stimulating his nerves like being pricked by needles.

Yu Zuojin’s face turned ugly as he entered room 408 and began to tidy up.

Folding each piece of clothing individually was clearly too time-consuming, so he tried to stuff them all into the wardrobe at once. However, he realized that Sheng Yuan would deduct points in his heart if he did it this way, so he quickly folded the clothes one by one and placed them in the wardrobe.

He was obviously clumsy In this regard. Even though the clothes he folded appeared neat, they gave off a crooked and twisted impression.

He remained silent In the dormitory, and room 408 was filled with a sense of low pressure.

Organizing the clothes was just the tip of the iceberg. He walked into the bathroom and hung the clean clothes on the small balcony. Due to his tall stature, he didn’t need to stretch his arms; he simply raised his forearm and hung the clothes.

Time was running out. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, observing his swollen but now subsided lips. He thought back to the kiss they had shared at the police station, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.

If he still wanted to be intimate with Sheng Yuan, room 408 had to be cleaned before class ended.

Folding clothes had already consumed most of his time, and the results were far from satisfactory.

Yu Zuojin didn’t have time to be irritable; he continued to tidy up the dormitory.

Every second counted.

He put the cans into a garbage bag and finally, as the bell rang for the end of class, he rushed downstairs and threw the guilt into the trash can.

Returning to the dormitory, room 408 had undergone a complete transformation compared to before.

But as Yu Zuojin swept his gaze around, he noticed the cigarette box placed at the corner of the table. It had escaped his sight earlier due to the blind spot.

Its reappearance felt like a hand grenade with the pin pulled, ready to explode.

Yu Zuojin reached out and pocketed it.

He knew one thing for certain.

To completely eradicate weeds, you must remove their roots; otherwise, they will grow again with the spring breeze.

As long as this cigarette box remained in room 408, it would pose an endless threat to his image in Sheng Yuan’s heart.

While Sheng Yuan was still not back, Yu Zuojin planned to go downstairs and throw it into the trash can.

That was the safest course of action.

He opened the door and walked out, only to see something jumping not far away.

“Ah!!”

Zheng Zilu saw Yu Zuojin coming out of room 408 and was so frightened that he leaped backward.

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Unexpectedly, he encountered Yu Zuojin when he returned to the dormitory just to drop off a book.

Yu Zuojin’s face remained as indifferent as ever, like a walking block of ice, lowering the temperature wherever he went.

The two of them met unexpectedly and locked eyes.

Zheng Zilu’s legs trembled.

However, having encountered Yu Zuojin several times before, and even lending him a book, he had become proficient in dealing with such situations although he still felt panicked and afraid.

The irregular trembling of his legs turned into skilled trembles, trying to minimize the movement of his knees, thus conserving energy.

Practice makes perfect; this was Zheng Zilu’s approach to life.

But regardless of how many times they had met, Yu Zuojin’s gaze towards him was filled with animosity, as if Zheng Zilu was a thorn in his eye.

He didn’t understand why Yu Zuojin looked at him like that.

But…

But he was truly terrified!

Zheng Zilu’s heart once again cried out in despair.

School violence!

His world would never be bright again!!!

And at this moment, he still held three books in his hands.

Yu Zuojin stood there, coldly observing him.

Zheng Zilu: !

Understood!

This time, he would take the initiative.

Just like every time when Yu Zuojin knocked books out of his hands, he relaxed his grip, and the books fell to the ground on their own.

Tears of despair rushed down Zheng Zilu’s heart like a waterfall.

The night was black, ravens were black, and even squid ink was black.

Just like his world! It would never be bright again!!!

While Zheng Zilu was lamenting in his heart, there was a sudden weight in his hand.

Zheng Zilu’s mouth froze.

Huh?

It’s bright?

Yu Zuojin approached, his tall figure bending down in front of him, picking up the books from the ground and placing them back in Zheng Zilu’s hands.

Zheng Zilu blinked, dumbfounded.

He never expected Yu Zuojin to do this.

He couldn’t understand why Yu Zuojin would help him pick up the books.

But…

The delinquent leader picked up his books for him!

Zheng Zilu’s nostrils flared, feeling triumphant!!

“Thank you.”

He expressed his gratitude politely.

Yu Zuojin remained silent.

“Why are you two blocking the hallway?”

A lazy and familiar voice sounded from behind, and Zheng Zilu turned around to see Sheng Yuan.

Sheng Yuan looked at the two of them blocking the hallway and casually asked, “What’s going on?”

Zheng Zilu raised the books in his hand and smiled foolishly, “Classmate Yu just helped me pick up the books.”

Sheng Yuan looked at Yu Zuojin.

“Is that so?”

“Of course!”

With such a face-saving incident, Zheng Zilu proudly boasted.

Sheng Yuan said, “You guys seem to get along well.”

He remembered that Yu Zuojin had borrowed a Chinese textbook from Zheng Zilu last time.

Zheng Zilu used to look down on delinquents, but since that fight when Sheng Yuan asked him to find the head master, Zheng Zilu realized that the other party genuinely treated him as a friend. After Sheng Yuan became the boss of No.1 Middle School, the atmosphere in the school improved significantly.

At this point, he didn’t mind being friends with the delinquent leader, but being friends with Yu Zuojin was still something he didn’t dare to do. Have you ever seen a guinea pig be friends with a lion?

Moreover, Yu Zuojin seemed reluctant to be friends with him.

But then, in the next moment, Yu Zuojin made a short sound.

“Mmm.”

Zheng Zilu was greatly shocked.

The delinquent leader had a good relationship with him!

While feeling flattered, he secretly sneered in his heart.

–Zheng Zilu, you’re quite impressive. You truly are.

Sheng Yuan walked past them and intended to return to Room 408.

Clack—

A light and crisp sound, something fell to the ground.

A cigarette box dropped between Yu Zuojin and Zheng Zilu.

When he had picked up the books earlier, the pressure on his pocket caused the cigarette box to hang precariously on the edge, and at that moment, with no support from the pocket, it finally fell to the ground.

Sheng Yuan turned back at the sound and looked at the cigarette box on the ground, a hint of surprise in his beautiful eyes.

“Did one of you drop something?”

Zheng Zilu quickly denied, “It’s not…”

Yu Zuojin’s eyes gleamed with coldness.

Zheng Zilu looked at Sheng Yuan, his expression numb, “…It’s not his, it’s mine.”

Author’s Note:

Zheng Zilu: I considered you a friend, but you treat me like a big enemy, huh!

Boss Yu: It’s not mine.