【My School Beauty Sister】(18)

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Chapter 018 A Will-o'-the-Wisp Rises, A Burning Anger

It was a peaceful night. He Ming didn't receive the bold advances from the owner of the house across the street, nor did

he hear the allure of Xia Jingmei's uniform following her crisp footsteps. However, his heart was churning with turmoil.

Whether forced or not, his acceptance of Chen Yanjun's demands regarding Chen Xuan's pursuit meant he

was destined to walk down a path of two-timing.

"Wang Yuxin went to such lengths for me, and now I…!"

He Ming felt uneasy. The reason was twofold: on one hand, he felt sorry for Wang Yuxin, and on the other hand,

he genuinely liked this girl who had sacrificed so much for him, and he was terrified of losing her because of this. "What's the difference between

me and those people on TV who abandon real feelings for money and sex!"

He Ming thought to himself, almost wanting to get up and go to his adoptive father, the mayor, to tell him he had changed his mind.

But a lingering attachment to Chen Xuan prevented him from making the decision.

Sometimes, even He Ming couldn't figure out whether he liked or disliked this goddess in the eyes of all the boys in the school.

He was disgusted by her behavior, yet also deeply attracted to her beautiful appearance and every smile

.

He Ming had insomnia, even worse than the nights he ate ice cream the other night. He lay awake until

dawn.

He got out of bed listlessly and went out with Xia Jingmei. As their car passed the villa next door, he unexpectedly

noticed two people standing at the door.

One was a middle-aged man, short and overweight, dressed in a suit and tie—a typical nouveau riche

.

The other woman caught He Ming's eye; she was a woman in her late twenties. She wore a white

dress that revealed her slender, jade-like arms. Her long, black hair fell smoothly down her sides, framed

by her pert breasts, which formed a prominent curve. She wore white high heels, making her

appear at least a head taller than the middle-aged man beside her. Her white dress made her look exceptionally noble and beautiful.

The car was speeding along, and due to the inconvenient location, it was impossible to see the two people's faces clearly. However

, judging from the woman's familiar figure and face, he was certain that this was

the person who had danced the "striptease" with him in the room upstairs

that night. In a fleeting glance, He Ming also noticed something: the tall woman

was adjusting the tie of the man who was old enough to be her father, behaving like a virtuous wife.

"Could these two be husband and wife?"

He Ming wondered, but his doubts only grew stronger: "If this man is her husband,

why was she so brazenly seducing me that night? Wasn't she afraid of being discovered?"

Filled with doubt and distress, He Ming arrived at school. The first period of Chinese class at 1024xp.com

was a self-study period. The teacher, Ms. Zhang, was a young woman in her mid-twenties.

She was getting married today, so she had taken the day off.

Seeing Wang Yuxin's empty seat, He Ming felt increasingly guilty. He really didn't know if his

decision was right or wrong. Although he was struggling internally, the students around him were whispering about Ms. Zhang's

wedding, and some information still reached his ears.

Ms. Zhang's boyfriend was a young man in his mid-twenties who had been assigned to Thailand after graduating from university

. He had taken leave specifically to return home for his wedding. After what seemed like an eternity of discussion, the class

monitor suddenly stood up and spoke: "Classmates, to express our

best wishes to our Chinese teacher, please do what you can to show your appreciation. After class, please bring your gifts

to me, and I will pass them on to her. Of course, you can give as much or as little as you like, or even none at all—it's entirely voluntary

!"

Although Teacher Zhang wasn't particularly striking in appearance, she was usually gentle and got along well with all the students

, like an older sister. Therefore, this suggestion was perfectly reasonable, and no one questioned it. As soon as class

ended, some students quickly took action. The class monitor was surrounded by people, discussing how much to give each other.

Although everyone knew it was just a token of their appreciation, many students who considered themselves wealthy couldn't help but compete.

Every time someone gave three or four hundred yuan, a murmur rippled through the classroom.

He Ming took out all the money from his bag and counted it; he only had a few dozen yuan. Normally, based on his previous

living standards at the orphanage, this would have been enough to express his feelings. But now that he had so much money in his account,

he felt bad about giving only this little. He

Ming originally planned to go out and get the money, but there were only ten minutes between classes, which wasn't enough time. So he thought of

borrowing some from his classmates, but to his surprise, everyone he asked refused with various excuses

, leaving him quite helpless.

He Ming could understand this outcome. He was usually quiet and not good at socializing, so naturally no

one would pay attention to him. Besides, in the eyes of his classmates, he was still an orphan, so who would be so bold as to lend money

to someone who might not be able to pay it back for a long time?

He had no choice but to sit down and wait until the next break to go out and get the money. Anyway, the class monitor

wouldn't be able to hand over the note to Teacher Zhang until after school.

After a 30-minute break, He Ming left the school gate, retrieved 300 yuan, and handed it to the class monitor. He had no

intention of flaunting his wealth; he just wanted peace of mind.

At that moment, the expressions of the classmates standing around him were complex—surprise, doubt, and mostly, a look of

utter disbelief as if they were seeing a fool.

He Ming didn't need to guess what they were thinking; it was probably something like, "Look at this idiot, an

orphan still trying to save face by giving away 300 yuan. He must have borrowed it; I wonder how long he'll have to save up to pay it back!"

At noon after school, He Ming didn't go to see Wang Yuxin again. He really didn't know how to deal with his

girlfriend anymore; he just called to say hello. The first class in the afternoon

was history. The history teacher, surnamed Zhu, was very young and extremely strict. On

the very first day of class, he slapped a mischievous student twice, and this show of force was indeed effective. After that,

the discipline in his classes was exceptionally good. Although it is now claimed that teachers cannot physically punish students, in reality, very few students

would dare to report such a case to the principal ! 　　Before class, He Ming bent down to look for his history book in his drawer, intending to review the previous lesson, but he couldn't find it anywhere. He knew that with Mr. Zhu's fiery temper, if he saw someone coming to class without their textbook, the consequences would be unimaginable. 　　He Ming frantically searched for a while longer. Seeing that class was about to start, he looked around and suddenly had a brilliant idea. Wang Yuxin wasn't here; he could borrow her book. 　　So, He Ming ran to her seat and crouched down to search the drawer. The place where the girl sat was always so pleasing to the eye; not only was it neatly arranged, but it also emitted an exceptionally pleasant fragrance , making it almost unforgettable! 　　"What are you doing!" 　　Before He Ming could find the history book, he heard a cold, sharp question. He looked up in confusion and saw a short, thin boy in the first two rows staring at him, his eyes narrowed into slits, his cold gaze piercing him . 　　He Ming recognized the boy; his name was Wan Yong. He was one of the most arrogant students in the class, disregarding many teachers and frequently arguing with them . He was also quick to slap any classmate he didn't like . 　　He Ming was momentarily stunned, wondering how he had offended this guy! 　　"I asked you what you were rummaging through Wang Yuxin's desk?" 　　Seeing He Ming's dazed expression, Wan Yong's face grew increasingly stern, his expression darkening. 　　"I want to borrow her history book!" He 　　Ming answered instinctively, realizing that most of the class had turned to look at him. He then understood that taking it without asking seemed inappropriate to outsiders, as they had no idea Wang Yuxin was his girlfriend! 　　"Did you ask her before taking her book?" 　　Wan Yong wasn't going to let it go and continued to question him, leaning forward aggressively! 　　He Ming was taken aback, suddenly feeling something was wrong. Wan Yong wasn't a class leader, nor was he anyone to Wang Yuxin, so why was he being so inquisitive? Even if there was something wrong with taking it without asking, he should have explained it first. Besides, it wasn't this kid's place to interfere! Thinking of this 　　, He Ming retorted, "So what if I didn't ask?" 　　"Fuck you!" 　　Wan Yong roared in fury, grabbing a book from a classmate next to him and throwing it at him. He then leaped from his seat and pounced on He Ming , his expression so fierce it was as if He Ming had been cheated on by his mother and father! 　　He Ming was already annoyed, and he hadn't expected someone to be so blind. He knew the importance of striking first, so he lunged forward as well. However, lacking fighting experience, he was kicked back several steps before even getting close. Wan Yong then used the momentum to launch another kick. 　　He Ming barely dodged it, then raised his hand and threw a punch! The distance was too close . 　　Although Wan Yong tried his best to avoid it, his cheek was still grazed. Enraged, he made a somewhat foolish decision: he pressed close and started fighting with He Ming. 　　Indeed, He Ming had little fighting experience, but at fourteen years old, he was nearly 1.7 meters tall, which was quite tall for his class, giving him a physical advantage. 　　Wan Yong, on the other hand, was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, making this fighting style a significant disadvantage, although he had the advantage of experience. 　　For a time, the two were evenly matched. Soon, the school bell rang, and they were separated only after their classmates intervened and pulled them apart . 　　"You fucking wait!" 　　Wan Yong wiped the blood from his nose, his expression fierce as he uttered a menacing threat. 　　"Bring it on!" 　　Enraged, He Ming didn't care about anything else. His agreement with Chen Yanjun was long forgotten. If he couldn't even utter a sound when someone defecated on his head, he'd be worse than an orphan! He Ming 　　sat down and noticed his left eye was blurry; he'd clearly been affected. He touched it in frustration, wincing in pain. 　　Teacher Zhu entered the classroom but didn't notice anything amiss. However, He Ming wasn't so lucky; he was soon discovered to be without his textbook.

"Stand up! Where's your textbook?!"

Teacher Zhu demanded, his expression grim.

"I forgot it!"

He Ming replied, raising his somewhat distorted face.

Teacher Zhu paused, seemingly seeing the student's pitiful state, and didn't resort to corporal punishment. He

simply said, "Copy all the lessons we've covered this week, and hand them in tomorrow!"

He Ming nodded, looking at Wan Yong with some resentment. Unexpectedly, Wan Yong gave him the middle

finger, his face full of schadenfreude.

He Ming barely managed to suppress his anger, thinking to himself, "This is a grudge I won't let slip!"

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