Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

As mentioned in the video, Teacher Mian Yang responded to comment.

[Teacher Mian Yang: It may seem strange to start knitting from the bottom, but if you follow Teacher Mian Yang’s tutorial and knit the whole piece, the effect will be much better. Come on, give it a try.[

Yu Zuojin looked at the torn cotton thread in his hand.

He patiently hooked the needle again. Although he started working from a young age, he had never done such fine work. It was as dull as boiling lamp oil.

The basic hooking method taught by Teacher Mian Yang was at the beginner level of glove difficulty. Instead of separating the five fingers, you only need to hook the thumb part, while the other four fingers occupy the same space.

Yu Zuojin became increasingly irritable. He couldn’t concentrate on his work at all. He lifted the things in his hands, ready to throw them to the ground. But when he thought of Sheng Yuan’s cold hands, his arms stopped in mid-air.

After some inner struggle, he silently settled down and continued stitching.

Sheng Yuan would come over later at noon, and Yu Zuojin stayed in room 408, focusing on drawing lines, completely oblivious to the noise and chaos on his floor at noon.

The headmaster would conduct a surprise inspection of the dormitory in a while, checking for knives and illegal items.

How did they know about the surprise inspection?

Because Chu Weitian didn’t attend class in the morning and was scolded a lot in his room.

Even if they tried to escape, the collective punishment would catch up to them.

“Heizi, stuff the baseball bat into the big trash can in the water room.”

“Xiaomei! My Xiaomei!!! How could I stuff Xiaomei into the toilet seat cover?”

“Don’t hide Xiaomei today, and Xiaomei will expose you tomorrow. Just put the torn swimsuit magazine in a plastic bag.”

“Have you hidden all the lighters?!”

Damn it.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and Yu Zuojin was already annoyed by the sight of the ugly things in his hands.

He wanted to go out and teach them a lesson, but he held back. His current image didn’t allow him to do so.

It wouldn’t be good if Sheng Yuan caught him doing that.

“Girls” shouldn’t do such things.

Fortunately, practice makes perfect. He had become more proficient in hooking the lines than before, and he had already hooked a… “pouch like thing” in just one morning.

Forgot about the thumb part.

On the other side, the headmaster, stepping on his black leather shoes, launched a sudden attack without giving the students any time to come back and tidy up their things.

“Open all the dormitory doors!”

It’s over.

The students who hadn’t finished cleaning up felt their hearts sink.

Since entering the dormitory building, the headmaster hadn’t relaxed his brows.

He held three lighters from room 402.

“Lighters are not allowed in the school dormitory! What are these for?”

The male student defended himself, “Teacher, I bought the lighter out of charity.”

The headmaster asked, “Charity?”

“Teacher, haven’t you heard the story?”

“What story?”

“The story of the little girl selling lighters.”

The headmaster: “…”

“It’s winter. If you don’t buy her lighters, she will… Ahh!!!”

The headmaster raised his hand, pinched the student’s arm, and twisted it 360 degrees. “I think you are like a lighter! Write a five hundred-word reflection!”

The male student hung his head.

Then the headmaster searched the dormitories for game consoles, pornography books, boxing gloves…

When he found a small knife, the headmaster couldn’t bear it anymore.

“What are you using such a dangerous thing for?!”

With the black handle, it looked more like a fish chopping knife than a fruit knife.

The appearance of such a dangerous item in the dormitory posed endless risks.

The owner of the small knife looked somewhat embarrassed and glanced at the headmaster.

The headmaster’s eyebrows twitched.

After taking a deep breath, he said, “Speak.”

The owner of the small knife said, “For eating Western food.”

The headmaster: “…”

The brains of these adolescents were always more exaggerated than he imagined.

The Headmaster gritted his teeth: “What about the fork?”

The knife owner silently took out his small stainless steel harpoon.

“Teacher, life requires a sense of ritual.”

“…”

“Ahhh!!!!”

The headmaster’s brain was buzzing, and he quickly walked to 408.

The problematic student, Yu Zuojin.

The door of room 408 was tightly closed. The headmaster hesitated for a moment. The previous dormitory was already outrageous enough, and Yu Zuojin’s dormitory would only be worse.

While the other dormitories had lighters confiscated, he couldn’t imagine what he might find in Yu Zuojin’s dormitory.

Symbolically, he knocked on the door. “Dormitory inspection.”

He turned the doorknob and walked in. No one dared to gather around and watch.

The headmaster entered room 408, expecting it to be as messy as a dog’s nest. Over the past few years, Yu Zuojin’s dormitory had never been in order. But to his surprise, when he entered, the dormitory was bright and tidy.

The shoe rack was neatly arranged, clothes washed and hung on the small balcony, and the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. It must be Yu Zuojin inside.

The headmaster swiftly searched for prohibited items, expecting them to be hidden in discreet places. However, not a single item was found in the east or west wings. No cigarettes, no alcohol, no knives. It was incredible!

Just when the headmaster was about to give up, Yu Zuojin emerged from the bathroom, clutching a wooden stick and a ball of yarn in his hands. The two of them locked eyes, and an eerie silence filled the air.

The headmaster’s gaze fixated on the sharp and lengthy wooden stick in Yu Zuojin’s hand. In a state of fright, he snatched it away and exclaimed, “Why on earth do you possess such a dangerous object?”

Yu Zuojin responded blankly, “I bought it.”

“Why would you buy something like this?!” the headmaster inquired.

“For use,” Yu Zuojin replied succinctly.

“…”

The headmaster was taken aback by the fluent answers. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with his own mental state for suspecting that the student would cause trouble and harm others. But hadn’t Yu Zuojin engaged in such behavior before?

Just as the wooden stick was about to be confiscated, the headmaster noticed something attached to its lower end. He stood there, dumbfounded, and shifted his gaze to the ball of yarn in Yu Zuojin’s hand.

“You knit yourself a pouch?” the headmaster questioned.

Yu Zuojin clarified, “Gloves.”

“Nonsense! It’s clearly a pouch,” the headmaster retorted.

Yu Zuojin’s expression grew visibly upset.

“Gloves,” he insisted.

The Headmaster held the item, which unmistakably appeared to be a pouch. “Alright, then who could possibly wear these gloves?” he challenged.

Yu Zuojin, with his unwavering determination, proclaimed, “Doraemon.”

The Headmaster: “…”

The Headmaster had walked into 408 20 minutes ago and hadn’t come out.

“No harm will come to Iron Head, right?” someone commented.

“408 homicide incident,” another person exclaimed.

“Damn it, who is going to check on them?”

Zheng Zilu lay on his stomach near the door and shook his head.

–I’m not going.

After awhile, Sheng-Doraemon-Yuan returned to the dormitory after lunch, only to notice a crowd of students conversing on the fourth floor.

Truly Ambitious was curious.

[System: What are they talking about?]

Sheng Yuan patiently replied, “They’re just chatting.”

[System:…]

Sheng Yuan: “Where’s the thank you for the response?”

[System: Thank you.]

Sheng Yuan: “You’re welcome.”

[System:…]

If the system were genuinely ambitious, it might question whether it had somehow offended the main god, resulting in its assignment to Sheng Yuan.

Zheng Zilu whispered into Sheng Yuan’s ear as soon as he saw him, “The headmaster went into Room 408 to confiscate illegal items, but he hasn’t come out since.”

Sheng Yuan became worried; that did seem abnormal.

Without further delay, he pushed open the door of Room 408 and entered.

There was no physical altercation, but there was clearly tension in the air.

Sheng Yuan spotted the Headmaster holding a wooden stick and maintaining a defensive stance. Yu Zuojin, not one to back down, engaged in a verbal spat with the Headmaster.

“I told you it shouldn’t be hooked like that! Why won’t you listen? Why are you so stubborn?” the headmaster exclaimed.

Yu Zuojin, with a cold expression, demanded, “Give it back to me.”

The headmaster presented him with two wooden sticks. “Strawberries need to be hooked this way.”

However, it was evident that they had different opinions.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yu Zuojin snatched the sticks and reverted the thread to its previous state.

The headmaster looked on anxiously. “Can you really do this?”

Yu Zuojin’s stubbornness prevailed.

Sheng Yuan: “…”

The scene was really explosive.

Who would have thought that the reason the Headmaster stayed in Room 408 was because he was engaged in knitting?

Upon noticing Sheng Yuan’s arrival, both the headmaster and Yu Zuojin paused for a moment, seemingly unaware of when he had entered.

The Headmaster glanced at his watch; he had a meeting to attend.

“After you finish knitting the second pouch, make sure to deliver these two wooden sticks to the dormitory supervisor,” he instructed.

“The dormitory is much cleaner now, far better than before.”

With Sheng Yuan present, Yu Zuojin was cheeky: “It’s the same as before.”

There was no trace of guilt.

The headmaster: “…”

The previous kennel was undoubtedly created by ghosts.

Once the Headmaster left, Sheng Yuan approached Yu Zuojin curiously, attempting to see what he was holding in his hand. However, Yu Zuojin coldly turned his back, guarding his possessions.

A ball of yarn still lay on his bed, and Yu Zuojin continued his needlework.

“What are you doing?” Sheng Yuan asked, walking around to stand behind him. Yu Zuojin mirrored his actions, carrying his belongings protectively.

Sheng Yuan raised his head, almost colliding with Yu Zuojin’s. “The headmaster said you were knitting pouches?”

Yu Zuojin’s pursed his lips.

“Gloves.”

“Show me.”

Yu Zuojin remained motionless, having only completed one strawberry and partially hooked another.

“You’re knitting them for yourself?” Sheng Yuan was surprised.

“No.”

Sheng Yuan was surprised: “I never knew you had this skill.”

Yu Zuojin gave off the impression that he was the last person capable of such manual tasks.

Just like the wooden stick in his hand, which could be harmless when wielded by someone else, but in his grasp, it could easily be mistaken for a weapon.

“Who are they for?” Sheng Yuan asked, his curiosity growing.

Who could make Yu Zuojin do these manual tasks with such great effort?

Yu Zuojin squeezed the glove in his hand and met Sheng Yuan’s inquisitive gaze.

He remembered their kiss at the police station.

When they first met, Sheng Yuan confessed his feelings, but he swiftly rejected him. After all, he wasn’t gay and did not harbor any attraction towards men.

But things had changed.

He didn’t know if he was gay or if he really liked men.

However, if he did have feelings for Sheng Yuan and received positive confirmation, he would unquestionably accept it.

Sheng Yuan drank water regularly, and when his mouth wasn’t parched, it had a normal, slightly rosy color.

If he seized this opportunity to express his feelings, would they end up together? Could he still kiss him?

Yu Zuojin looked at Sheng Yuan’s lips.

A brief silence engulfed Room 408 as he discreetly stuffed the glove into Sheng Yuan’s hand from behind.

He was visibly nervous, struggling to produce a sound from his hoarse throat.

“For you,” he finally managed to utter.

Surprised, Sheng Yuan examined the red glove now resting in his palm. As he looked up, he noticed Yu Zuojin’s flushed face.

“For me?” he questioned.

Yu Zuojin nodded in affirmation.

Sheng Yuan blinked, recalling the offhand remark he made about his cold hands the previous night.

“I mentioned my cold hands, and you knitted this for me?” he inquired.

Yu Zuojin added, “And… there’s something else.”

Curiosity piqued, Sheng Yuan prompted, “What else?”

Yu Zuojin’s voice trembled slightly as he confessed, “I still like you.”

Author’s Note:

In the past, Boss Yu was ruthless: No need for love.

*Doraemon is a popular Japanese manga and anime character created by Fujiko F. Fujio.