Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 41.1
The principal of No. 2 High School reported the school’s future plans to the Education Bureau and received strong support from higher-ups.
With the bureau’s approval, the principal later called Jiang Chuyan into his office, asking whether he had encountered any difficulties at school. He even handed him a feedback form, hoping Jiang could suggest improvements to the school’s facilities.
From Jiang’s homeroom teacher, the principal also learned that a student had bullied him a few days earlier. The principal took this very seriously.
The bureau leaders had repeatedly emphasized that schools must strengthen protections for disabled students, especially regarding their mental health. Since more children like Jiang Chuyan would be admitted in the future, if students didn’t learn to help and support one another, bullying would only keep happening.
The principal instructed the homeroom teacher to pay extra attention to Jiang and to have a serious talk with the bully’s parents. Such incidents could never be tolerated again.
Not long after, somehow news spread that Fu Hanzhou’s family was extremely wealthy.
The school’s online forum exploded, with thousands of posts speculating about his background. Girls from other schools even came over, eager to see him in person. Handsome face, good family background—in one night, the girls of Henglin High declared that the domineering CEO from Mary Sue novels had finally come to life.
Since ‘boy x boy CPs’ weren’t a trend yet, Su Yunjing, the second-place candidate for school heartthrob, became merely a foil to Fu Hanzhou. The discussion volume about them wasn’t even close.
It was like Dao Ming Si and Xi Men1—Su Yunjing was just the pretty-boy cannon fodder.
In this time, girls loved domineering types. Gentle warm guys like Su Yunjing were pushed aside.
One morning, when Fu Hanzhou arrived, he found his desk stuffed with love letters and chocolates.
By Su Yunjing’s rough estimate, there were at least twenty or thirty letters. He hadn’t yet heard about the online forum, so he was confused for a full minute.
Just then, their homeroom teacher came in to check morning reading. Fu Hanzhou calmly gathered up all the letters and chocolates and handed them to the teacher with a blank expression.
The teacher, who had been teaching for years, was stunned. “…This is?”
“No idea. They were on my desk this morning.” Fu Hanzhou’s tone was cool as he returned to his seat.
“Oh? I have two over here as well.”
Su Yunjing pulled out two pink envelopes from his desk. Before he could react, Fu Hanzhou took them and handed them over too.
Su Yunjing: “…”
He wasn’t even sure if they were meant for him or misdelivered for Little Cool Tsundere.
Holding the pile of letters and chocolates, the homeroom teacher gave a knowing smile, scanning the class. A few students ducked their heads in guilt.
Clearly, not all these letters were from their class. This was the first time the teacher had seen a student so wildly popular. But he didn’t intend to make a big deal of it.
“Looks like Student Fu just wants to study hard, not get distracted by this nonsense. I won’t open the letters. But….” The homeroom teacher said half-jokingly, half-seriously, “if this happens again, you’ll read your love letters aloud in front of your parents at the next parent meeting.”
“Focus on studying.” He handed the chocolates to the class monitor. “Distribute these to everyone, don’t let them go to waste.”
With that, he walked out with the letters.
Some boys wanted to tease, but with Fu Hanzhou there—and so many rumors about him—no one dared stir trouble in front of him.
Seizing the perfect moment, Su Yunjing quietly stuck a thumbs-up under the desk toward him.
Su Yunjing: Nice. That was smooth.
Fu Hanzhou, glancing down from his Chinese book, spotted it. The corner of his lips curved slightly; he pressed his index finger against Su Yunjing’s thumb and gently pushed his hand back.
Su Yunjing chuckled.
That single decisive move from Fu Hanzhou killed off any budding ‘early romance’ thoughts. From then on, no one dared slip him letters again.
However, Little tsundere’s ruthless rejection only attracted more young female fans, who thought he was cool and unique.
His title of “Iceberg School Prince” was thus firmly established.
Su Yunjing later found out Fu Hanzhou had even been dubbed the “Ice Prince.” He nearly fell off his bed laughing.
Grinning, he nudged the upper bunk with his leg.
Fu Hanzhou, lying against a bear plush and reciting classical Chinese, leaned down slightly. “Did you see the school forum? They’re calling you Ice Prince,” Su Yunjing said, laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes, shoving the laptop at him.
Little Cool Tsundere didn’t care. He just gave a flat “Oh” and lay back down to continue reciting.
His indifference didn’t dampen Su Yunjing’s enthusiasm. “They even write fanfics about you. Let me read one.”
He began reciting: “He is the Lord of Darkness, with godlike beauty, deep unfathomable eyes, a nose like a mountain peak, and red fragrant and soft lip….”
At ‘fragrant and soft lips’, Su Yunjing couldn’t hold it anymore.
Had the writer actually smelled Little Cool Tsundere’s lips? How else would she know they were fragrant?
Clutching his laptop, Su Yunjing laughed until his cheeks hurt. Fu Hanzhou tossed a dried plum down from the top bunk, hitting his bed squarely.
The message was obvious: Shut up. Stop running your mouth.
He got up, about to test for himself whether his lips were fragrant, when he saw Fu Hanzhou calmly reading his Chinese book.
Fu Hanzhou shot him a sidelong glance.
Meeting those dark eyes, Su Yunjing suddenly recalled 2 words: “deep unfathomable.”
Suppressing his laughter, he retreated to his own bunk, no longer disturbing the so-called Lord of Darkness with godlike beauty. He decided to study hard and strive forward.
Back at his old school, Nanzhong, Fu Hanzhou had already drawn attention with his waist-length hair.
Now that he was again the center of attention at Henglin No. 2, he showed no reaction, continuing his simple routine with Su Yunjing: Going to school, dropping Jiang Chuyan home, then heading back to the Wen household.
As November approached, the weather had grown colder. Fu Hanzhou had begun wearing the red scarf Su Yunjing bought for him.
On their way home, the two recited chemistry formulas together.
Little Cool Tsundere had been studying diligently, and with his sharp mind, he quickly grasped many new concepts. His grades had improved significantly.
But he’d missed too much in the past. At his current pace, even getting into a second-tier university would be tough—Beijing University was nearly impossible.
Thankfully, the education bureau hadn’t yet canceled the policy allowing seniors to return for an extra year.
After sending Jiang Chunian home, he discussed the matter of repeating the year with Fu Hanzhou on the way.
He wanted to go to Beijing University with Fu Hanzhou, but if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be too regretful.
He was in the middle of asking Fu Hanzhou’s thoughts when suddenly a dark figure rushed toward them.
The man was wearing a baseball cap and all black, making him inconspicuous in the dimly lit alley.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong. He glanced back and saw the man pull out a switchblade and lunge at Fu Hanzhou.
Before his brain could react, his body moved first.
He yanked Fu Hanzhou backward, narrowly dodging the blade.
The sharp tip grazed across his hand, leaving a line of bl00d. The pain made him gasp.
The man who had done the dirty work seemed to be frightened as well. He turned around and ran away with the bloody knife in his hand.
Fu Hanzhou heard the noise and turned around. He saw bl00d flowing from the back of Su Yunjing’s hand. His dark pupils contracted violently, and his face suddenly became ugly.
The bright red bl00d dripped from Su Yunjing’s fingertips. Suddenly, Fu Hanzhou seized his hand and did something utterly unexpected.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the wound, sucking bl00d in big gulps.
Su Yunjing froze, stunned for a few minutes. He instinctively tried to pull back, but Fu Hanzhou’s grip was tight.
Seeing Fu Hanzhou’s expression was off, he hurriedly asked, “What’s going on?”
Fu Hanzhou trembled, lips quivering as if chilled to the bone, his mouth stained with bl00d. He looked like a vampire in the night.
“There are…” He struggled to speak. “…bugs.”
“What?” Su Yunjing blinked. “bugs? Where?”
The sharp blade had cut a large gash on the back of Su Yunjing’s hand.
Countless white bugs surged out of the torn flesh, jostling and writhing, dense and endless, like a fountain of snow erupting from jade.
Fu Hanzhou’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he lowered his head again, clamping his mouth over Su Yunjing’s wound, desperately trying to suck the bugs out.
Something was clearly wrong with the little tsundere, he was probably having an episode.
Now Su Yunjing had no time to think about who that attacker was. He half-held Fu Hanzhou up against him.
“You mean there are bugs on my hand, right?” Su Yunjing faintly grasped what Fu Hanzhou was doing.
“That’s not worms—it’s bl00d.” Su Yunjing patted his back. “I just got a cut. Some medicine will fix it.”
His voice soothed him somewhat. Fu Hanzhou slowly lifted his eyes, gaze clouded and confused.
The novel had mentioned before—Fu Hanzhou had witnessed his own mother jump to her death. From then on, he began suffering hallucinations.
So Su Yunjing guessed that Fu Hanzhou mistook bl00d flowing out of Fu Tang’s body for crawling white worms.
Now Su Yunjing’s injury had triggered him again, and that’s why the hallucinations resurfaced.
Su Yunjing softened his voice to comfort him: “I’m fine. Just a scratch on the skin. once it’s treated, it’ll heal.”
Not wanting his bl00d to provoke Fu Hanzhou further, Su Yunjing covered his eyes with his other hand.
Fu Hanzhou’s face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling.
To him, That wasn’t bl00d. Those were bugs. They would crawl inside him, gnaw and devour, drag him away completely.
A heavy mist spread across Fu Hanzhou’s dark eyes, as thick and suffocating as an autumn fog at dawn.
His long lashes brushed lightly against Su Yunjing’s palm, ticklish, numb.
“Come with me,” Su Yunjing removing his hands on Fu Hanzhou’s eyes, seized his wrist, and pulled him toward the neighborhood clinic.
Fu Hanzhou followed instinctively, but his gaze remained fixed on the bloodied back of Su Yunjing’s hand.
More and more white bugs appeared, crawling all over Su Yunjing’s skin.