Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 92

That night, the votes for the school flower suddenly surged.

The number of votes for the passport photo skyrocketed with an astonishing click through rate, and it quickly jumped into the top ten.

The striking facial features could make one feel the intense handsomeness with just a glance. Sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, three-dimensional facial features, a high and straight nose bridge, and a small mole beneath the eye. He was looking at the camera, like a lion about to launch a fierce attack. The mix of youthful aura and inherent arrogance brought by age gave rise to a kind of violent aesthetics that was yet to be realized but could be foreseen.

“I stayed up late and started hallucinating. I’m going to sleep.”

“Did the system make a mistake? How strange. Let me take another look.”

“However… this passport photo is quite explosive.”

“Boss Yu, I admit you are handsome.”

“? Did you post the photo to seduce me?”

“I want you, Yu Zuojin, I’m not joking.”

“This is an anonymous forum, not a forum for the reckless.”

“Sorry, I got carried away by the good looks.”

“Hahaha, why did his photo end up in the beauty contest?”

“Tenth place on the overall rankings, don’t think you can hide. With so many votes, don’t think I don’t know you’re involved.”

“I’ve already started knocking on wood.”

“Why would a guy participate in the beauty contest?”

“Yeah, and why would a guy become the school flower?”

“What if he posted it himself?”

“If he posted it himself, then forget what I said earlier. A guy can definitely become the school flower!”

“The person upstairs is overflowing with the will to survive.”

“I’m still curious about who was bold enough to post Yu Zuojin’s photo.”

Bold Yu Zuojin looked at his tenth-place ranking, put his phone down and went to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up feeling irritated, his body emanating the grumpiness of getting up. He entered the bathroom shirtless, washed up, and walked to the bedside. He picked up a tight-fitting undershirt and put it on.

His black eyes stared at the phone on the bed as he remembered something. He picked it up and opened the voting webpage.

Yu Zuojin, Class 10, Year 3, Ranking: 6th.

Yu Zuojin frowned, realizing that he hadn’t climbed much compared to yesterday’s ride to tenth place.

There were still five people ahead of him.

And there were only five days left until the beauty pageant.

Sheng Yuan learned about someone posting Yu Zuojin’s photo in the beauty contest from forum posts. Feeling curious, he jumped to the webpage to see for himself.

Sure enough, in the first batch of candidates, he saw Yu Zuojin’s passport photo with the red background.

He truly stood out.

[System: His photo is really up there.]

Sheng Yuan clicked on the photo and saved it.

“He’s the sixth, not bad.”

[System: Do you think he can win?]

Sheng Yuan didn’t take it seriously. Someone must have thought it was fun to post Yu Zuojin’s photo. It was just a joke; they wouldn’t actually choose him.

Sheng Yuan replied nonchalantly, “It doesn’t matter.”

Truly Ambitious stared at the photo.

Sheng Yuan asked back, “What do you think?”

[System: Out of sight, out of mind. I wish him success.]

“…”

At noon, Sheng Yuan returned to Room 408 during his lunch break. Yu Zuojin was already sitting there, writing some solutions on a paper.

Sheng Yuan sat down beside him, glanced at his paper, and took out his phone to pass the time. He browsed through forums, played a few rounds of a mobile game, and then clicked on the School Flower Contest. He hadn’t used up his five votes for today.

The votes from the previous two days were all taken by Xiao Pang to support his own goddess.

As he looked at the photos of the contestants, he couldn’t distinguish who was the most beautiful among them. At this moment, it was a test of personal aesthetics. If one liked a sweet and charming style, they would vote for that. If they preferred a cool and trendy look, they would vote for that. There were also vibrant sporty styles, classical beauty styles… In short, there was a variety of options.

While Sheng Yuan was planning to vote, Yu Zuojin’s eyes shifted from his paper to Sheng Yuan.

His gaze closely followed Sheng Yuan’s every move. He didn’t say anything, but he had already started to feel displeased.

Because Sheng Yuan had scrolled past him.

Yu Zuojin: O-O

Sheng Yuan slid his finger on the screen, flipping from the first page to the second, then to the third.

[System: Can you remember all of them after looking at so many?]

Sheng Yuan replied, “Many backgrounds look the same; it’s quite interesting.”

[System: ?]

“Connect the dots.”

Bastard, if you want to play games, go play outside!

Just as Yu Zuojin’s face grew darker, Sheng Yuan sensed his gaze.

In the corner of his eye, he saw the other person’s eyes almost burning into his face.

Sheng Yuan’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He turned his head and glanced at Yu Zuojin, then returned to the first page and clicked five votes for Yu Zuojin’s passport photo.

Mission accomplished, he put his phone away.

He looked at Yu Zuojin triumphantly.

How about it? Has gege driven you crazy?

Yu Zuojin approached him, leaning his entire body against Sheng Yuan’s back, his arm tightly wrapped around Sheng Yuan’s waist.

Although his expression didn’t change much, he was clearly happy now.

Sheng Yuan said, “Moved?”

Yu Zuojin remained silent with his head down.

Sheng Yuan’s eyes and eyebrows curved with a smile. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt something sliding into his shirt.

He immediately grabbed the hand holding onto his waist, instantly on alert.

“What are you doing?”

Yu Zuojin said, “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

Sheng Yuan: “…”

You rascal, you’re so cunning!

Sheng Yuan swatted his hand away. “No pinching.”

Yu Zuojin’s hand, which was pressed against Sheng Yuan’s waist, froze. He glanced at Sheng Yuan but didn’t move his hand out from under Sheng Yuan’s clothes.

Being left-handed, he held the pen with his left hand while his right hand stuck to Sheng Yuan.

Seeing that Yu Zuojin had stopped misbehaving, Sheng Yuan didn’t scold him anymore.

Until he started playing the game, and the hand on his waist pinched his flesh again.

Sheng Yuan: “…”

Sheng Yuan had a firm and flat waist without any excess fat. But flesh was still flesh, it was soft and pliable. Yu Zuojin seemed to have a peculiar liking for pinching Sheng Yuan’s soft flesh.

Sheng Yuan: “What are you doing?”

Yu Zuojin turned his head to look at him, his cold face feigning innocence.

He was playing dumb, and pretending not to understand.

Sheng Yuan: “…”

For some reason, he saw a hint of cunningness in Yu Zuojin.

Yu Zuojin’s strength was neither heavy nor light, but he was reluctant to pinch Sheng Yuan too hard. His slender fingers played with Sheng Yuan’s flesh as if it were modeling clay, pinching and releasing.

Sheng Yuan’s waist tingled from being pinched. “Stop pinching.”

He growled, and Yu Zuojin looked somewhat hurt.

Such a poor acting performance.

[System: He’s pretending.]

Sheng Yuan: “Stop pretending.”

Yu Zuojin looked at him, motionless.

Sheng Yuan: ?

What’s this? Is he trying to negotiate?

Room 408 was quiet for a while.

Yu Zuojin managed to squeeze out a sentence, “You can also pinch me.”

Before Sheng Yuan could respond, he continued, “Let’s make a trade.”

Without waiting for Sheng Yuan’s agreement, he nonchalantly resumed pinching Sheng Yuan’s flesh.

The afternoon break ended, and Sheng Yuan and Yu Zuojin returned to the teaching building.

Next Monday, the school would hold a sports meeting, and it was just in time for the sport’s students training. Other students could also participate, but Sheng Yuan had lost his wrist guard and hadn’t had the chance to buy a new one.

“Brother Sheng, can we go out for lunch tomorrow? I want to buy a wrist guard .”

Sheng Yuan: “Sure.”

After the first class in the afternoon, as they were getting ready to leave, someone knocked on the door of the Physics Department office as arranged.

Teacher Li was closest to the door. “Who is it?”

Yu Zuojin pushed the door open and entered.

—It’s still me, old man.

Teacher Li: “…”

No words were spoken, but Teacher Li could always read something from Yu Zuojin’s eyes.

Once again, he was using class time to ask questions.

History was replaying itself at this moment.

“Wait here, I have something to do,” Teacher Li said.

He took the mouse and clicked on the school flower contest to vote for his niece.

But when he opened the page, he saw Yu Zuojin.

Teacher Li: ?

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, so he exited and clicked again.

Third place, Class 10’s Yu Zuojin.

Teacher Li looked at the computer screen and then at Yu Zuojin.

And Yu Zuojin was looking back at him. Teacher and student locked eyes, and a deafening silence hang in the air.

Teacher Li: “How did you end up there?”

Yu Zuojin: “I don’t know.”

Teacher Li didn’t take it seriously, thinking that someone was probably playing a prank by posting the picture. He scrolled down to Li Meihao’s photo, and clicked the plus sign to give her five votes.

At that moment, he felt a strong gaze beside him.

Teacher Li slowly turned his head and saw Yu Zuojin’s eyes burning with intensity.

Teacher Li felt a bit helpless. He gave Yu Zuojin a glance, then changed the vote count to four.

Yu Zuojin: (stare)

The mouse was moved again, and the vote count dropped to three.

He was now left with two votes.

Yu Zuojin’s gaze grew even more intense.

—Old man, vote for me.

Teacher Li: “…”

Of the five votes, three went to his niece and two for the rebel.

After casting the votes, Teacher Li clicked refresh. Yu Zuojin, who had been in the third position, dropped to fourth.

Teacher Li: “…”

Yu Zuojin: “…”

What’s going on?

Teacher Li leaned forward and carefully examined the screen. The photos of the top three had changed in style, but the people remained the same, just with a different background atmosphere, featuring the limited-edition spring flowers series.

The main form was similar to having someone throw flower petals while taking a photo.

Well, it looked quite nice.

Teacher Li: “The photos are quite interesting now.”

Yu Zuojin: O—O

Teacher Li: “…But simplicity is beauty.”

Yu Zuojin gave him a glance, not comforted in the least, and handed him the test paper.

You better focus on the questions.

Teacher Li: “…”

Rebel, get out.

After the third class in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming finished two sets of revision and was gasping for breath in the classroom.

“Math Book, someone is looking for you.”

Wang Xiaoming collapsed on the table. “Just say I’m dead.”

His classmate looked at Yu Zuojin standing outside the door and said, “No, that won’t work.”

Wang Xiaoming: “Huh?”

“Yu Zuojin is looking for you.”

Boss Yu! His brother in his high school’s art career!

Wang Xiaoming immediately perked up and flew out of the classroom. “Boss Yu!”

Looking at Yu Zuojin in front of him, Wang Xiaoming asked, “Boss Yu, what’s up?”

Yu Zuojin looked at him and took out his phone.

Two hours later, during the school’s afternoon break, Wang Xiaoming stood under a pear tree fifty meters to the left of the barbecue shop, holding his camera while Yu Zuojin stood beside him.

The old man and his chess-playing friend held handfuls of pear blossoms they had picked up from the ground.

Wang Xiaoming said, “Grandpa, when I count to three, you both throw the petals into the air.”

Qi Sheng held a large cardboard box.

“After Grandpa throw the petals, Brother Qi will stand beside them and fan the flowers, making the petals fly higher. Just be careful not to get in the shot.”

Qi Sheng didn’t know why he ended up here, but for Big Brother Yu, he had come.

Wang Xiaoming said, “Get ready, 3-2-1!”

“Again, 3-2-1!”

“This time it will definitely work, 3-2-1!”

“Pay attention, pay attention, 3-2-1!”

After countless iterations of “3-2-1,” the photo was finally successfully taken. Qi Sheng threw the cardboard box on the ground and sat down with a huff, turning his head to look at the exhausted old man and his chess-playing friend.

A single photo had exhausted the two old men.

Author’s note:

Boss Yu in his dreams: Please vote for me.