Thousands Of People Thought Of Him - Chapter 6
Lesson
“You mean you guys took it upon yourselves to lock that guy in the equipment room?”
Ying Chenglang leaned against the wall, his tone a mix of suspicion and mild reproach, casually taking the can of soda handed to him.
Sun Wenhao was respectful and obedient, eyes flickering with a sly gleam as he flattered, “Second Young Master, you don’t know, we had our reasons for doing so.”
He subtly gave a signal, and Liu Yizhuo, who was standing blankly nearby, immediately caught on and nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes!”
If it weren’t for his dislike of Ying Fusang, Ying Chenglang truly looked down on these nouveau riche offspring and had no intention to deal with them.
Besides, recently his family had been watching him closely. If these fools went around causing trouble for Ying Fusang under his name again, he’d be the one to suffer in the end.
There were still twenty minutes before evening self-study started, and Ying Chenglang said impatiently, “Get to the point.”
The two exchanged a glance. Sun Wenhao spoke first, “You probably don’t know, Ying Fusang is pretty wild. Several times he made Young Master Fang look bad! Young Master Fang is patient and doesn’t mind, but who knows how much he suffered with him!”
Liu Yizhuo quickly added, “Yeah, we’re in the same class, we all saw it!”
Hearing this, Ying Chenglang’s face darkened immediately.
“He even dared to provoke Xiaoyu?!”
Sun Wenhao saw an opportunity, eyes lighting up as he exaggerated many details, finally concluding, “We really couldn’t stand it anymore, so we decided to teach that monster a lesson.”
Ying Chenglang chugged half the soda, feeling a bit better, “Hmm, you did well.”
Liu Yizhuo took the opportunity to complain, “But that guy is too lucky, he was locked up for only a short while and got out.”
Seeing Ying Chenglang frown, Sun Wenhao quickly added fuel, “Even worse, after he came back, he acted like he had taken some kind of drug, treating Young Master Fang even worse! Young Master Fang kindly showed concern, but what did he do? Ignored him completely!”
Bang—
Ying Chenglang crushed the empty can angrily upon hearing this.
“How dare he?!”
Liu Yizhuo nodded vigorously in agreement, “If you ask me, we’ve been too soft on him. People like him just need to be taught a lesson!”
Ying Chenglang clearly heard their implied meaning. He irritably ran his fingers through his hair, “You think I don’t want to? If it weren’t for my parents watching me closely these days…”
That was exactly what they wanted to hear!
Sun Wenhao pretended to have a sudden bright idea, “I have a plan, and you don’t have to get involved. Interested?”
“Go on.”
So Sun Wenhao leaned in and explained his plan. Ying Chenglang listened, his brows relaxing, “Alright, let’s do it.”
After sharing the plan, the two exchanged secret glances again.
“Second Young Master, one more favor…”
Ying Chenglang casually tossed the trash into a nearby bin, still in a good mood, “Say it.”
Sun Wenhao said, “Could we borrow your seaside villa for two days? I want to hold a party there.”
The seaside villa?
That was a birthday gift from his mother this year, which he hadn’t used much himself.
But now that he was in a good mood, he thought for a moment and said, “Sure.”
Hearing this, Sun Wenhao’s smile stretched from ear to ear.
…
Two hours earlier.
When Ying Fusang pushed open the classroom door, it was just break time again. Ignoring countless curious glances, he went straight back to his seat.
After sitting down, he didn’t move, but said to the air, “Where do you sit?”
No one responded, but he seemed to actually hear something and thoughtfully said, “Isn’t standing all the time tiring?”
After this, the atmosphere around Ying Fusang quieted down.
The student sitting to his right nervously pointed to himself, “…Me?”
But Ying Fusang only looked at him, apologetically, “Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you.”
Right-side student: ???
Others watching quietly: !!
Curious as they were, after Ying Fusang said that, he didn’t continue talking to the air, instead bending down to write something.
Seeing this, the onlookers lost interest and looked away.
Unaware of their thoughts and to avoid causing trouble, Ying Fusang wrote on a blank paper: “Why don’t you sit at my desk?”
Though it might block his view of the blackboard.
Qi Xingwen found it somewhat amusing at his hesitation and said, “How about I sit there?”
Though Ying Fusang’s seat was by the window, it wasn’t right against the wall, and there was some distance from the windowsill. The class’s windowsill was wide, and apart from the window next to him, there were several pots of green plants on the others.
So Qi Xingwen sat on the windowsill next to Ying Fusang, facing him directly.
Ying Fusang nodded, indicating it was okay.
Their distance now was neither too close nor too far. Ying Fusang looked at Qi Xingwen’s poised and elegant sitting posture and suddenly felt as if he had bought a giant exquisite doll to keep him company in class.
Qi Xingwen’s elegant posture didn’t last long; soon he crossed one leg, propped his arm up, and lazily rested his chin on his hand, bored as he watched Ying Fusang do exercises.
After a while, he lazily lifted his eyelids and said, “Are you close with that person?”
What?
Ying Fusang stopped writing. Before he could look up, someone had already moved quickly to his desk from the front door.
Fang Baiyu looked at him with surprise and joy, mixed with undisguised concern, “Xiao Sang, you’re back!”
He even tried to hold Ying Fusang’s hand but was dodged.
“What’s wrong?” Ying Fusang’s tone was flat.
Qi Xingwen also scrutinized Fang Baiyu; from the moment he entered, he had already used his divine power to scan the man’s background.
His aura was clean, without even the common desires typical of humans—perfect and flawless.
But isn’t that itself a flaw?
Fang Baiyu was very perceptive; he noticed the slightest change in Ying Fusang’s attitude.
“I was just worried because you hadn’t come back,” Fang Baiyu lowered his eyes, eyelashes trembling, seeming hurt.
Qi Xingwen, watching from the side, suddenly laughed softly.
Hearing the sound, Ying Fusang turned his head to look at him, questioning expression.
Qi Xingwen waved his hand and returned to a poised sitting posture.
Ying Fusang then looked back down.
But all these actions made Fang Baiyu feel that Ying Fusang was too lazy to talk to him, not even willing to listen anymore.
He clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve tightly.
In an instant, some thought in Fang Baiyu’s heart suddenly changed.
He stopped pestering, laughed bitterly at himself, and said, “Alright, I guess I’m disturbing you.” Then he turned and went back to his seat.
Just then, the class bell rang appropriately.
Unaware, Ying Fusang packed up his exercises and took out the textbook for the next class from his drawer.
Qi Xingwen, who hadn’t spoken all along, suddenly said, “So it’s not good?”
Upon hearing this, Ying Fusang remembered he hadn’t answered earlier. After thinking, he wrote on paper, “Not good or bad, I’m not close to him.”
Qi Xingwen patiently watched him write. When the last word was done, he nodded, “That person is not simple. As for what he’s hiding, I’ll need more time to investigate. Meanwhile, I suggest you don’t have too much contact with him.”
Ying Fusang felt no waves inside, lowered his head, and wrote a single word, “Okay.”
Qi Xingwen was satisfied and glanced at the two who had been eavesdropping from the back.
Sun Wenhao and Liu Yizhuo were pretending to chat but suddenly felt a creepy, spine-tingling sensation.
They looked at Ying Fusang at the same time but saw he didn’t even look up, and swallowed their doubts.
…
Having this “giant doll” to accompany him in class was the first time Ying Fusang felt time passed quickly.
Tonight the weather was nice, no snow or rain, and the temperature was comfortable.
Ying Fusang was walking toward the shared bikes parking area. There were fewer people around as he walked, and Qi Xingwen followed closely beside him.
“Do you want to go home with me? I can share half my bed with you.”
Qi Xingwen’s steps paused. Although he was extremely tempted, he shook his head, “Sorry, my time to see you every day is limited, so I can’t go home with you.”
“Also,” he suddenly changed tone, “Don’t just bring anyone home, understand?” Though he smiled, it felt oddly intimidating.
Ying Fusang was confused but nodded, “I only have you as a friend anyway.”
Hearing this, Qi Xingwen’s heart suddenly felt sour.
Just as he was about to say something, his expression changed sharply, and he said in a low voice, “Here they come.”
At that moment, a stick wrapped in cloth suddenly shot from the alley beside them, fiercely aiming for Ying Fusang’s back!
Ying Fusang tensed, nimbly dodging to the side, the weapon missing his clothes by inches.
At the same time, confusion surged: How did I dodge that?
Sun Wenhao also had the same question, half in disbelief, half angry, glaring hard at Ying Fusang.
Under the streetlight, the attacker’s face was revealed. Even with a black mask, Ying Fusang recognized him.
Qi Xingwen sneered, “So impatient.”
Sun Wenhao cursed silently and raised the stick again, swinging it toward Ying Fusang’s neck!
Ying Fusang reacted quickly, dodging again. Qi Xingwen gave a sharp, clear command, “Attack his vital points.”
He shifted his footing, twisted his body, and kicked hard into the attacker’s ribs.
The two were now deep in the dark alley, avoiding surveillance cameras.
“Ah!”
Sun Wenhao didn’t expect a counterattack. Shocked, he forgot to dodge and was kicked hard, crying out in pain.
“Weapon.”
Qi Xingwen calmly ordered.
Hearing this, while curled in pain, Ying Fusang quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. With a loud clang, the weapon fell from his hand, rolling deep into the alley.
“Damn, how is this possible!” Sun Wenhao couldn’t believe this weak-looking “monster” could overpower him, his face flushing dark red.
He wasn’t done yet, clenched his fists, and punched toward Ying Fusang’s face with all his might.
“Block, abdomen.”
Ying Fusang used his arm to block the punch. Taking advantage of the distance, he grabbed Sun Wenhao’s shoulder, bent his knees, and rammed hard into his abdomen, hearing another painful groan.
Due to the intense pain, Sun Wenhao staggered back several steps, then, with bloodshot eyes, yelled and kicked fiercely at Ying Fusang, “Die, monster—”
“Low stance.”
Ying Fusang ducked quickly, sweeping his leg with a whoosh.
At that moment, the attacker was on one leg and off balance. The kick landed, and he fell heavily.
“You lost.”
Ying Fusang stood up, looking down coldly. His voice was flat, as if speaking to a corpse.
“……”
“……?”
After casually saying this, seeing the other helpless on the ground, Ying Fusang was surprised and stepped back.
He had never fought before or coordinated with Qi Xingwen, so why did he move so naturally, as if muscle memory, following Qi Xingwen’s commands?
Qi Xingwen walked up, nodded approvingly, “Sang Sang, well done.”
Ying Fusang looked at him, suppressing complicated emotions, and asked, “Aren’t you afraid I’d lose?”
Qi Xingwen was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
He smiled at Ying Fusang, voice firm and full of some power.
“Because I know, you won’t lose.”