Chapter 22: Returning to the County Seat
[107: …As of now, he hasn’t broken any laws.]
[And according to the detection, the male lead’s moral level is quite high. He won’t do those bad things.]
Yu Deng didn’t know the state of Zhou Yuejun’s savings. In his unhappiness, his small face was wrinkled and full of pitiable sorrow.
“Did I spend all the money?”
Asking himself, he felt he had indeed spent a lot of money.
Zhou Yuejun hesitated before speaking, no longer mentioning the nightclub: “It’s not all spent. Marrying a wife naturally costs money; it’s all money that should be spent.”
“Besides, I’m the one who’s unwilling to let you suffer with me.”
Yu Deng felt a small wave of guilt. Being comforted, he temporarily trusted Zhou Yuejun.
At most, he’d be nicer to Zhou Yuejun in the future—for example, he could let Zhou Yuejun kiss his mouth.
[107: …]
Yu Deng mumbled: “Then don’t you turn bad.”
Otherwise, not only would he fail to complete the mission, but he would have also ruined Zhou Yuejun. His sins would be heavy.
Zhou Yuejun also made a solemn promise: “Alright. I won’t turn bad.”
When the two reached the bottom of the building, Zhou Yuejun told Yu Deng to go to the general store to buy a few ice pops and some spicy strips and snacks.
“Don’t come out often. It’s hot outside.”
It was also easy to encounter bad people.
After finishing their meal back in the apartment, Yu Deng wanted to lie on the bed. However, because medicine had been applied to his calves, he felt sticky and felt he had sweat stains on him. Feeling uncomfortable, he wanted to bathe.
To this, Zhou Yuejun didn’t think it was any trouble.
It was just a matter of boiling some water and carrying a bucket. He was a little treasure who loved cleanliness.
While Zhou Yuejun was boiling the water, Yu Deng ran toward the room: “I’m going to get my change of clothes.”
Even though it was only a few steps, he ran with a da-da-da sound.
Zhou Yuejun had just put the unfinished leftovers into the fridge. The movement of closing the fridge suddenly paused, his mind freezing and his dark pupils flashing with a moment of panic.
When he entered the room, the book in Yu Deng’s hand happened to fall to the floor.
The boy was clearly terrified. He staggered back a few steps, his hands tucked behind his back—he looked as though he had touched something filthy and was utterly repulsed.
Seeing Zhou Yuejun standing at the door, Yu Deng was mortified to the point of wanting to die. His face was flushed to the absolute limit, and his moist eyelids were full of shy resentment.
“You…”
“Zhou Yuejun!”
“You pervert!”
After speaking, still angry, he stepped on that book, grinding it as if to vent his frustration, and stomped his foot several times.
Yu Deng wouldn’t normally treat a book like this—desecrating it under his foot—but this was no ordinary book.
This was… a “dirty” book.
The kind where you’d want to gouge your eyes out after seeing it.
Zhou Yuejun’s face also turned a bit red, but his skin tone was dark, so it wasn’t very obvious; only his expression held a slight abnormality.
He walked over and let out a shallow cough to hide the awkwardness. He leaned down and gripped Yu Deng’s slender, clean ankle.
So tender, like perfectly fired porcelain glaze, lustrous and smooth.
However, as soon as he touched it, Yu Deng began to move restlessly in fear.
To prevent Yu Deng from falling, Zhou Yuejun had no choice but to let go.
As he picked up the book, Zhou Yuejun still looked composed: “Didn’t you say you don’t know how? You’ll learn once you study it.”
“You…”
Yu Deng was speechless and indignant. After a long while, he managed to find his voice again to question and interrogate.
“Is this something that can be ‘studied’?”
Zhou Yuejun was candid and grave, not feeling any shame: “If I don’t study, then I’ll practice. I’ll master the experience through practice.”
“Will you let me?”
His blunt and predatory gaze fell on Yu Deng. With a slight arch of his brow, his wildness was restless—he was just a step away from eating Yu Deng clean.
Yu Deng was timid and thin-skinned: “You…”
He was so angry at Zhou Yuejun he wanted to curse him for being shameless!
“I won’t!”
“Tear it up! Tear it all up! Otherwise I’ll report you for having pornographic books.”
Zhou Yuejun held the book in his hand to protect it and turned to leave the room: “Come quickly for your bath.”
He hadn’t even looked at it once yet. How was he supposed to do it without studying?
Yu Deng instantly didn’t want to go. He was afraid Zhou Yuejun would use the same tactics as last night—it would be one thing if he used his hands, but he even used his mouth.
Fortunately, Zhou Yuejun had just bullied him last night, so he was being a “decent human being” now with a kind heart.
But his mercy was limited only to letting Yu Deng bathe alone. Once Yu Deng finished, he was dragged over and made to sit in the man’s lap.
“Let’s progress together.”
Yu Deng rolled his eyes: Shameless.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to ‘progress.’ Don’t show me!”
Yu Deng had only flipped through two pages just now, but it was enough to leave a shadow in his mind.
Zhou Yuejun’s body was heavy and hard. His steel-like arms were locked around the boy’s waist, and Yu Deng’s resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
The scorching heat through their contact and breath completely enveloped him.
“Does ‘not studying’ mean Dengdeng knows what to do?”
“In that case, I’ll let you take the lead next time.”
Yu Deng: “!!!”
He couldn’t even handle being passive; he had to be active?
He didn’t know a damn thing.
As soon as Zhou Yuejun opened the book, Yu Deng abruptly closed his eyes, not daring to face it.
But in the next instant, his chin was gripped and turned in a way that brooked no argument.
A lethal set of lips ground against the skin around his mouth.
Having been bullied last night, and now again—Yu Deng felt his mouth wouldn’t even be able to eat food anymore.
“If you don’t open your eyes, I’ll kiss you.”
“I’ll kiss you to death.”
So wicked, so crude. Where was the “righteous male lead” he was promised?
Yu Deng nursed a grudge in his heart. He opened his mouth and bit Zhou Yuejun.
If he bit the man’s mouth until it was broken, he surely wouldn’t be so fond of kissing anymore.
It was already afternoon by the time Zhou Yuejun led Yu Deng back to Qingkou County.
There weren’t many people at the school right now, so the two went to the teachers’ office.
Because the soul inside had changed, Yu Deng was quite worried about exposing himself. However, as soon as he stepped through the door, the original owner’s former Chinese teacher—who was also the class advisor—beckoned to Yu Deng.
“You’ve finally arrived.”
“Your father already came to school yesterday to ask about the results and even submitted your preferences for you.”
“What?!” Yu Deng rushed forward in two steps.
The teacher found Yu Deng’s preference form. In the first column of the preference section, “Jiangda” was written—the best university in Jiangcheng.
However, Yu Guoqing was illiterate; those preferences must have been filled out by Yu Tang.
“I told him that with your score, applying to Jiangda is very unsafe. He said he’d take a gamble.”
Yu Deng: “…”
It wasn’t just “unsafe”; it was a pipe dream.
As the best university in Jiangcheng, the admission score for Jiangda was at least in the 600s, no matter how low it went.
Moreover, in the second preference column, it was still the second-best university in Jiangcheng. Their scores in previous years weren’t low either.
Seeing this, Yu Deng’s vision went dark. He didn’t feel at all that Yu Guoqing was doing this for his own good; he was harming him, hoping he would fail to be admitted anywhere and be unable to study.
The teacher also had no choice but to speak the truth. With a face full of bitterness and several sighs, it seemed she had already seen through Yu Deng’s father’s intentions.
After listening to the teacher’s analysis, Yu Deng chose Nanda—the third-ranked university in the city—and then chose a steady backup.
As for the major, he chose Foreign Languages.
He was lazy by nature and only wanted to use his tongue. The experiments and designs of the science and engineering fields looked like they’d hurt his brain.
After finishing the changes to the preferences, Yu Deng was still uneasy.
He had to follow the plot and attend university. Otherwise, what would happen later?
“Teacher, if my father comes to school again to change my preferences, tell me. I—”
“Is the preference form submitted tomorrow? We’ll come back tomorrow.”
Zhou Yuejun’s voice was cold and deep. He nodded to Yu Deng. His profile, with features drawn with particularly sharp strokes, was tinged with a golden halo under the setting sun.
His gaze was determined, as steady as a mountain. Just looking at him gave one a feeling that he was someone to be trusted.
Zhou Yuejun led Yu Deng out of the school.
“Are we going to your house?”
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