"Or would you steal someone else's money?"
"I……"
"Do you still think that students here are generally more likely to be pickpockets than people living in that remote corner of the world?"
Zhu Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar.
As Ying Yunsheng was pulled and stumbled, he bumped into the door, and the bathroom door slammed shut.
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Thunderous applause suddenly erupted from the auditorium on the other side of the corridor, and the host walked onto the stage to announce the official start of the performance.
"Thump—"
Zhu Yi slammed his forehead hard against the marble countertop of the sink, frantically grabbing at the hand behind him: "You fucking... let go!"
Ying Yunsheng grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and then slammed him down hard.
"Thump—"
Zhu Yi's vision went completely blank for the second time. When he finally regained consciousness, he subconsciously raised his hand and felt his scalp being pulled up again.
Ying Yunsheng remained expressionless and pressed his head down again.
"Thump—"
Zhu Yi instinctively used his hand to cushion the impact, his forehead colliding with the marble through his fingers with a loud thud. The impact was so great that he almost felt as if his finger bones had been shattered.
Ying Yunsheng timed the moment when he regained his ability to resist and smashed his head down for the fourth time.
"Thump—"
Bloodstains appeared on the marble countertop.
Zhu Yi's body went limp, and his legs trembled as if in spasms.
Ying Yunsheng glanced at him, then placed his face up in the sink and turned on the tap.
A surging column of water burst forth with a "whoosh," instantly drenching the faces of the people below.
Zhu Yi's breathing was almost completely blocked by the water flow. He struggled violently for a moment, but he couldn't break free from the hand on his neck no matter what he did.
Just when he thought he was about to die, the tap was suddenly turned off.
Zhu Yi was soaked from head to toe, his clothes completely drenched. After a prolonged period of suffocation, he suddenly inhaled fresh air and coughed violently, "Cough cough... I... I'll tell... the teacher..."
"Go tell the teacher?" Ying Yunsheng's tone didn't change at all. "Unfortunately, you have no evidence."
"Splash—"
"Cough cough cough... You... there are surveillance cameras outside..."
"Do you remember what happened before the bathroom door closed?" Ying Yunsheng didn't wait for him to speak before throwing out the answer, "You reached out and grabbed me, trying to hurt me."
"Splash—"
"Cough cough...you...despicable..."
“I didn’t even think of that until you mentioned it.” Ying Yunsheng looked thoughtful. “If I report you to the teacher for trying to bully me, and there’s CCTV footage outside the door as evidence, even if I really killed you here, wouldn’t that be considered self-defense?”
Zhu Yi's mind went blank for a moment, then he raised his voice with all his might: "Help—"
The hand on her neck tightened suddenly, instantly cutting off her airway.
Zhu Yi struggled in vain. The intense suffocation lasted as if an entire century had passed. He almost saw double before he finally felt the life-saving air rushing into his lungs.
His vision blurred, his lips trembled, and when he looked up, he saw the other person raise their index finger and quietly press it against their lips.
"Want to call someone else?" Ying Yunsheng looked down at him condescendingly. "Go ahead and try."
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Where is Ying Yunsheng?
"I don't know either." The science class's student representative had searched around but couldn't find anyone. With the announcement time fast approaching, he was sweating profusely.
Wu Yiqing asked anxiously, "Did you call?"
The other person shook their head upon hearing this: "Why are you making a call? He doesn't even have a cell phone."
Wu Yiqing never expected that there would still be students who didn't carry cell phones in this day and age, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.
Ji Li pushed open the door: "What's wrong?"
Wu Yiqing paused for a moment before answering, "Ying Yunsheng is missing, and it's almost our turn."
“He just told me he went to the bathroom,” Ji Li said. “I’ll go look for him.”
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Ji Li stopped in front of the closed bathroom door and turned the doorknob.
He didn't know what was going on inside, but when he turned the handle, there was a noticeable blockage. He had to use some force to turn it open. When he looked up, he saw Ying Yunsheng standing alone in front of the sink. Hearing the sound, he looked up and met Ying Yunsheng's gaze through the mirror.
Why did you come here?
"The show is about to start, are you ready?"
Ying Yunsheng grunted in agreement and turned off the tap.
All the other stall doors in the restroom were open, so there was obviously no one else there. Ji Li walked to the sink, glanced down, and suddenly grabbed his bandaged left hand: "Didn't I tell you not to get the wound wet?"
Ying Yunsheng admitted his mistake readily: "I forgot."
Ji Li directly unwrapped the gauze wrapped around his hand, removing three or four layers in a row, finally managing to remove all the wet parts.
Since he didn't have scissors at hand, he simply took off his brooch and cut off the wet part.
Ying Yunsheng let him do as he pleased, his gaze remaining fixed on his clothes.
Ji Li: "What are you spacing out for?"
Ying Yunsheng watched him pin the brooch back on with one hand: "Aren't you cold wearing so little?"
When Snow White first appears in the story, she has just been banished from the country by the king. She is wearing the dress that symbolizes her former noble status. It is a very complicated and gorgeous dark court dress. The skirt is thick, but if you look closely, you can see that the entire back is open. The fixed straps are tied all the way to the waistline.
Ji Li didn't seem to care: "It's just a five-minute performance."
After all the wet gauze was removed, only a thin layer remained. A week was far from enough time for the deep, bone-revealing wound to scab over. Going out looking like this, even a slight touch could cause it to reopen.
Ji Li took off his gloves: "You can wear these for now."
Ying Yunsheng was stunned.
Seeing that he didn't react for a while, Ji Li assumed that he had difficulty using only one hand: "Raise your hand."
The gloves are a matching piece to Snow White's outfit, featuring a very dark black color scheme that doesn't clash with the Deep Sea Witch's attire at all.
Ying Yunsheng watched quietly as he slipped the five finger guards onto his own hands, the fabric still warm from the other person's body gently covering them.
Ji Li put gloves on him and pulled him outside, saying, "Let's go, they must be going crazy with worry."
The two class committee members were on the verge of going crazy. When they finally saw their star return, they didn't even give him a moment to process it before pushing him forward without hesitation.
The first act begins with the sea witch arriving on land, prophesying Princess Aurora's slumber, and being punished by the enraged king, who then throws her into the forest.
Ying Yunsheng heard the sudden cheers from below the stage, and then a shadow fell over his eyes.
What came into view was a hand. Because it was no longer gloved, the protruding knuckles and the bluish-green veins under the skin were clearly visible under the stage lights.
Her skirt reached the ground, her long hair cascaded down, and her palms were outstretched, her gesture of extending a helping hand at this moment was like a silent invitation.
As Ying Yunsheng gazed at it, the word "exotic" suddenly came to mind.
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 28
Chapter 28
tool room
A very familiar voice came through the headset, asking, "Do you need any help?"
The entire auditorium fell silent for a second.
Those who recognized the speaker were shocked, and those who didn't were equally shocked. Even with the distortion from the sound system, anyone who wasn't deaf could tell the speaker's gender.
Then everyone went wild, and the screams that erupted almost blew the roof off.
Wu Yiqing turned her head and commented quite objectively, "If the audience's decibel level is taken into account in the scoring, our championship is guaranteed."
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There are more than 20 classes in the whole grade, and the performance time left for each class is not much.
After the actors left the stage, they stayed in the back of the audience area, enjoying the performances of other classes while waiting for the scoring results.
Jian Mingyuan transformed into a critic, rattling off a whole critique of the programs that followed them, from casting to delivery of lines, from performance style to the harmony of the theme. He concluded that everything from top to bottom was a form of entertainment that did not conform to socialist values, and that making people laugh was the only criterion for production.
Ye Ruhui said sincerely, "By your standards, there is no program in the world that can live up to the word 'elegant'."
Jian Mingyuan: "Listen to the title of their class's skit, 'Smoking.' Does it contain any of the moral values that a model student who has enjoyed nine years of compulsory education should have?"
Ye Ruhui: "It's much more meaningful than a title like 'The Deep Sea Witch and the Snow White Queen'."
"Where is the deeper meaning?"
"At least their lead actors have names."
"Well……"
"I really don't understand," Ye Ruhui said, resting his chin on his hand. "Why is it that when the two of us lead actors call her 'Queen' or 'Witch,' the only character in the whole show with a name is Aurora, who only has three lines?"
Wu Yiqing suddenly turned her head: "Do you know who Francesco is?"
Ye Ruhui: "?"
Wu Yiqing pointed at him: "That's why both lead actors only use nicknames."
Ye Ruhui: "Huh?"