Chapter 55: Are You Okay?
“Tsk,” Cheng Ge frowned slightly, casting aside the messy thoughts in his brain. He turned Wen Ling’s face forward and warned in a whisper, “Listen to the class properly. I’ll be supervising you.”
“Oh.” Wen Ling listened to the class for less than five minutes. He glanced at Cheng Ge and discovered Cheng Ge seemed to be zoning out, so he began to act without scruples, lowering his head to focus on drawing.
Cheng Ge stared into space for a while before suddenly snapping back to reality.
Because the teacher had walked down.
It seemed she was writing some record. Heavily influenced by his high school mindset, Cheng Ge quickly pulled a notebook from his bag and scribbled wildly, swish swish swish. Seeing Wen Ling writing seriously, he asked him, “What are you writing? What are you writing?”
Wen Ling turned his head: “?”
Cheng Ge saw clearly what Wen Ling was actually doing and was speechless for a moment.
Cheng Ge: “…”
The teacher just came down to take a casual look; she wouldn’t really linger by your seat like a high school teacher to see how you were writing or watch you pretend to search left and right for a “missing” notebook.
Cheng Ge asked strangely, “Didn’t you say your grades were very good?”
Didn’t 001 say he got close to full marks in every subject? Why wasn’t he listening in class? Cheng Ge had once assumed Wen Ling was the type to study himself to death.
Wen Ling spoke the truth: “They are pretty good.”
“Then why don’t you even listen to the lecture?”
“I already know it all.”
…Alright. After all, some geniuses often didn’t listen in class, immersed in their own worlds. Perhaps Wen Ling was a genius in these aspects.
After a moment of silent eye contact, the two went back to doing their own things.
During the break, Wen Ling continued to draw with great focus, his head almost lowering into the screen. Cheng Ge stared at him for a while, unable to resist. He reached out and lifted Wen Ling’s head a bit, incidentally massaging his neck for a while.
Wen Ling suddenly felt a coolness on his neck and shrank back unconsciously. He turned his head to look at Cheng Ge’s profile, then relaxed again.
“So when you always said your neck was uncomfortable, it was because of drawing,” Cheng Ge seemed to be talking to himself.
The scene he had always imagined was the teacher lecturing tirelessly while Wen Ling lowered his head, taking notes at lightning speed, recording every sentence the teacher said. He never expected him to be drawing for the entire class.
“Hm?” Wen Ling wasn’t sure if Cheng Ge was talking to him. After thinking for two seconds, he replied, “Should be.”
“Stretch a bit; it’ll feel better.”
Wen Ling stretched. Cheng Ge then taught him to rotate his neck and look up more often.
After doing it, Wen Ling really felt much more comfortable, though it felt best when Cheng Ge was pressing it.
“In the future, stretch your neck more using the method I taught you. It will be much more comfortable.”
“Mn, mn, mn,” Wen Ling agreed quickly. His neck drooped slightly as his body leaned toward Cheng Ge, his voice lazy and clingy: “Can you press it for me again? It feels so good.”
Cheng Ge: “…”
As if resigning himself to fate, Cheng Ge extended his hand again, “bearing the burden of hard work”: “You really know how to enjoy life.”
Wen Ling was in a state where both body and mind were floating. His thinking was sluggish as he slowly praised: “Because you press really comfortably.”
Cheng Ge blinked, having nothing to say.
After class started, the room quieted down, leaving only the teacher’s loud lecturing voice.
But no matter how loud the voice was, for Cheng Ge, who had only slept at 2:00 AM and attended an 8:00 AM class, it was a lullaby.
Cheng Ge persisted for a while but really couldn’t hold on. He stood a book up to block his head, lay on the desk, and started sleeping.
Wen Ling finished a part of his drawing and habitually looked at Cheng Ge, only to find the person had already fallen asleep.
The blackout curtains in the classroom weren’t great, so some sunlight still penetrated, creating a faint layer of warm light. Sitting at the very edge, Cheng Ge was shrouded in a circle of soft light.
Cheng Ge’s usually sharp features became soft. His head rested on his arm, the other arm bent to cover his ear. The hair on his forehead was fragmented and messy. A textbook had fallen and pressed against his fluffy hair, making him look tame. In Wen Ling’s eyes, it was very cute.
Wen Ling also liked the Cheng Ge who fell asleep while accompanying him to class. He was very gentle, and Wen Ling’s heart couldn’t help but feel warm.
[Conquest value +1%]
In his sleep, Cheng Ge heard the sound of the conquest value increasing. Thinking he was dreaming, he secretly spat on himself for being crazy about the conquest value, while the guilt buried in his heart grew a bit more.
The bell rang for the end of class. Students left one after another. Jiji and Zhao Zhishen prepared to eat together; they greeted Wen Ling and left.
Cheng Ge hadn’t woken up yet. Wen Ling was still drawing Cheng Ge’s sleeping face, so he didn’t wake him.
Wen Ling felt that a Cheng Ge like this was rarely seen and truly good-looking. It would be a pity not to draw it. He completely didn’t think of the fact that he could actually take photos or videos.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Made up so quickly? Even need someone to accompany you to class?”
Wen Ling’s hand paused in drawing. His originally calm and peaceful heart was instantly churned into waves. He truly hated that idiot from yesterday.
Seeing Wen Ling freeze, Lin Yuchen thought Wen Ling was afraid and became even more smug. He loved seeing the terrified look of his prey; that sense of superiority from making the other submit satisfied him.
The more he looked at someone like Wen Ling, the more he liked it. That aloof, bitchy look—who knew what he’d be like beneath someone? Just thinking about it was exciting.
Lin Yuchen had originally come to reclaim his territory and salvage the face he lost yesterday. He had even specially brought along two brothers who were trained fighters.
But as soon as he saw Wen Ling, his mind was filled only with those vivid, erotic scenes. His hand unconsciously reached toward Wen Ling’s shoulder.
But before he could touch that thin shoulder, his hand was suddenly grabbed.
“Ah! Ahhh!” Lin Yuchen screamed in pain, but it didn’t arouse a shred of pity in Cheng Ge. He even couldn’t help but increase the force of his hand.
Hearing dogs barking while sleeping was annoying enough. To wake up and see this idiot staring at Wen Ling with that kind of look—he was about to vomit up his breakfast. Disgusting to the extreme.
“Are you okay?” Cheng Ge pulled Wen Ling into his arms. He scrutinized Wen Ling’s expression and found that Wen Ling wasn’t afraid or uneasy; there were even factors of excitement clamoring in his eyes.
Wen Ling shook his head.
Cheng Ge realized he was becoming better at deciphering Wen Ling’s eyes.
“Pain, pain, pain! Do you f*cking know who I am?! I think you want to die!” Lin Yuchen yelled like a dog. “Why aren’t you guys helping yet?!”
“I think you really don’t want this hand anymore, right?”
Taking advantage of the hesitation of the lackeys beside Lin Yuchen, Cheng Ge forcefully bent Lin Yuchen’s fingers again, then with a powerful swing, threw the person onto the desk in the next aisle.
Then he pulled Wen Ling up and left the seat.
Cheng Ge had investigated clearly last night. Lin Yuchen, a second-generation rich kid. His family was in investment, and his uncle was in politics with a fairly high rank. With Lin Yuchen’s grades, getting into university was probably due to his uncle’s connections and money piling up.
Lin Yuchen was already a delinquent. As an only child, he was spoiled lawless by his family, further fueling his arrogance and defiance.
Looking at the campus forum, there were many rumors about his gambling, whoring, and bullying. The authenticity was unknown, but seeing the look Lin Yuchen gave Wen Ling and his current arrogant style, Cheng Ge guessed most of it was true.
Cheng Ge glanced at the classroom doors. Both doors had been locked. If they fought head-on, neither he nor Wen Ling would get any benefit.
Cheng Ge wasn’t a fool. In the beginning, he and the Little Lunatic didn’t choose to fight head-on, so he wouldn’t go hard against such an idiot.
“Motherf*cker! I think you’re tired of living! Get him!”
Cheng Ge shielded Wen Ling behind him, opened his phone, and aimed the camera at the three of them.
“The blond in the middle, name Lin [Name] Chen. Father Lin [Name] Yan, shareholder of [Name] Gold Group. Uncle Lin [Name] Li, City A Education Bureau…”
The three were stunned by Cheng Ge’s operation, looking at each other without a clue.
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