The Delinquent Wants to Be His Rival School Grass's Guardian - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The School Hunk and the School Bully’s New Feuds and Old Grudges

When the bell for the end of the final exam rang, Yan Jun raised his head from his crumpled test paper with bleary eyes. His phoenix eyes were half-squinted, clearly showing he hadn’t slept his fill.

The creases of the test paper were imprinted on his cheek, with a few lines of faint English letters flickering on his fair skin, extending all the way to the corner of his mouth.

The teacher was collecting the papers. Yan Jun rubbed his face vigorously and looked down to notice a suspicious wet patch on the blank test. Unable to help himself, he let out a “Fuck,” hurriedly wiped his face, and used the hem of his school uniform to wipe the paper clean.

Noticing this small movement, the teacher immediately frowned and questioned him loudly across three tables: “Yan Jun, what are you doing? Are you cheating?”

Yan Jun sneered, lifting the blank paper and waving it: “Cheating? This master has always failed with total integrity.”

“Good! Big Brother is mighty! Upright and honorable!” Sitting in the corner of the classroom, his lackey Yuan Siqi immediately clapped and cheered loudly.

The teacher gave them a look of disdain that said “beyond help,” collected the papers, and walked quickly out the door.

…

As soon as the teacher left, the classroom instantly became lively. Yuan Siqi and Lin He left their seats and surrounded Yan Jun, asking excitedly: “Big Brother, you didn’t write a single word?”

“I couldn’t understand it anyway, so what’s there to write?” Yan Jun tilted back in his chair and yawned with a look of indifference.

The baby-faced Lin He noticed the letters on his face and couldn’t help but laugh while pointing: “Are you practicing movable type printing? …Did you sweat in your sleep?”

Yan Jun’s expression immediately became uncomfortable. He brushed his finger away and rubbed his face hard: “In weather this hot, who doesn’t sweat?”

He stood up and turned to leave the classroom. When he returned a few minutes later, his fair cheeks were clean, but water droplets clung to his eyelashes, eyebrows, and even the tips of his hair; he had clearly just washed his face in the restroom.

Those lazy phoenix eyes finally looked more spirited, his eyebrows were slightly knit, and his thin lips were pursed, showing a “keep-away” aura.

Yuan Siqi was discussing with Lin He whether to go to the canteen for lunch: “Blame that neurotic teacher for not letting us hand in the papers early. Otherwise, we could have gone to the canteen sooner to avoid the crowd…”

Turning to see Yan Jun return, he hurried to ask: “Big Brother, are we going to the canteen or the school supermarket to buy bread?”

“Buy bread.” Without even sitting down, Yan Jun strode toward the front door to go downstairs. As luck would have it, the hallway ahead was packed with students comparing answers. His face darkened, he let out a frustrated “Tsk,” and barked coldly: “Get out of the way! Don’t block the path!”

The boys were startled and hurriedly picked up their stools to run off; others fell silent, their faces showing tension.

Yan Jun walked past them without a glance, striding out the front door.

…

The school supermarket was located in the dormitory area. Although it occupied the first floor, the entrance opened to the side, parallel to the iron gate of the dorms, so it could serve people outside the living area as well.

The three of them walked along the shade from the teaching area. When passing the overcrowded canteen, Yuan Siqi craned his neck to look and clicked his tongue: “There’s sweet and sour pork ribs today! No wonder there are so many people…”

Lin He looked down at his phone and sneered: “What’s so special about sweet and sour ribs? After the exam this afternoon, I’ll treat you guys to a restaurant. Eat whatever you want.”

“Alright! Great!” Yuan Siqi was overjoyed and leaned in to put an arm around Yan Jun’s shoulder: “Big Brother, come with us! You don’t have training tonight anyway.”

“Not going.” Yan Jun knit his brows absentmindedly, as if pondering something.

Lin He looked up at him and suddenly smiled: “Come on! Yan Jun, show us some face for once.”

“You’re definitely going to invite those guys from Middle School No. 9 again, aren’t you?” Yan Jun glanced at him impatiently. “I don’t get along with them.”

Lin He kept his smiling face: “Then I won’t invite them. Just the three of us.”

“Not going,” Yan Jun remained unmoved. “I have things to do at home.”

Lin He’s smile finally stiffened and slowly disappeared from his face.

…

Not far away, the colorful sign of the supermarket came into view. Looking at the bustling crowd, Yan Jun paused, his face showing irritation.

At that moment, two girls walked by, beaming with joy. They excitedly tugged at each other’s sleeves and squealed: “Qin Yize is really so handsome up close! The shape of his eyes… What’s it called? I think it’s called ‘peach blossom eyes’?”

“Didn’t he even help you up?”

“Yes! He grabbed my elbow! Ahhh, I can’t take it, his hands are so wide and big~”

“I’m so mad! Why wasn’t it me who bumped into him!” A girl feigned anger, gently shaking her friend’s neck before sighing: “…Damn it, why am I not You Xinyao? Then I could see handsome guys every day. If I get tired of Qin Yize, I could switch to Ren Yandong. A different one every day.”

“You really want it all~” her friend teased her. “Who doesn’t want to be You Xinyao? Top of the grade and has a handsome deskmate. I want that comfortable life too!”

As the two girls passed by giggling, Yuan Siqi heard Ren Yandong’s name and said “Hey,” adding: “Big Brother, doesn’t Ren Yandong play basketball with you often? We can ask him to play after the holidays!”

Yan Jun’s face turned inexplicably cold, and he replied stiffly: “…We’ll see!”

…

Entering the crowded supermarket, the three split up. Yan Jun walked to the bread shelf, picking through with little interest. Amidst the noisy chatter, a clear and magnetic voice suddenly came from the other side of the shelf: “Ren Yandong, do you want beef sausages?”

“Yeah! Two!”

“Anything else?”

“Two bags of shrimp strips! …Oh, Xinyao wants a Cornetto, don’t forget!”

“Okay, got it.”

Hearing that pretentious, refined voice, Yan Jun’s face darkened. His expression worsened from cold to teeth-gritting. If Yuan Siqi were beside him, he would surely cry out: “Gosh, Big Brother, who made you angry?!”

With a dark face, Yan Jun irritably grabbed a pork floss bun and turned toward the freezer: That jinx… I absolutely will not run into him!

Several people were picking out ice cream by the freezer. Yan Jun waited anxiously for two seconds. Seeing someone step out, he immediately filled the gap, rummaging through the ice cream bin for his favorite chocolate Cornetto.

He finally found one. Just as he was about to grab it, Yuan Siqi suddenly called out to him from the checkout counter: “Big Brother, I’m buying grilled sausages, you want some?”

Turning around, Yan Jun saw the kid waving two sausages at him and answered impatiently: “Whatever!”

Yuan Siqi asked again: “One or two?”

The veins on Yan Jun’s forehead were about to pop: “…One!”

“Got it!”

Finally rid of that chatterbox, he turned back irritably, reaching for that Cornetto. But a wide hand with long, slender fingers reached out from the side. Right under his nose, it took the only chocolate-flavored Cornetto he had just unearthed.

Yan Jun: “…Fuck!”

Turning his head in a rage, a hateful, handsome face one he wouldn’t forget even if it turned to ash was just thirty centimeters away. The person calmly dropped that sole chocolate Cornetto into his small shopping basket.

Yan Jun’s throat tightened for a second. New feuds and old grudges surged up together, making him instantly grab the other’s wrist: “Are you blind? You’re stealing my stuff?”

Those “peach blossom eyes” the girls had praised five minutes ago curved slightly behind his glasses. Combined with his long, dark brows, he revealed a composed, leisurely smile: “Your stuff? Then why isn’t it in your hand?”

After gritting his teeth for a few seconds, Yan Jun noticed the bustling students around them out of the corner of his eye, and his heart suddenly stilled: I don’t believe you’d dare reveal your true nature in front of so many people!

Qin Yize, the acknowledged “School Hunk” of Fuxing No. 2 Middle School, looked at him quietly. He tilted his head slightly, meeting him head-on with a calm, handsome face: “You were ‘about to’ take it, which means you hadn’t taken it yet. Student Yan, I advise you not to get distracted next time. After all, if it’s something you want, the hard truth is that it’s only yours once it’s in the bag.”

His voice was very soft, seemingly mindful of his reputation and wanting to avoid a conflict in public. Yan Jun suddenly felt he had caught him in a trap and sneered while tightening his grip on the wrist: “What, too many people today? You don’t dare get rough with me?”

Yan Jun’s face turned instantly grim.

Qin Yize narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, flashing a standard eight-tooth smile: “When the time comes, you’ll have lost the fight and gotten a disciplinary mark. How embarrassing would that be? Besides, your lackeys are right outside. How would they feel seeing their ‘Big Brother’ beaten black and blue, hmm?”

…

It had been a Friday, coinciding with the release of the mid-term exam results.

Yan Jun had kicked him, cursing irritably: “Who are you calling a young lady!” After the kick, he turned toward the back playground, preparing for training.

He took a shortcut, passing behind the rarely frequented canteen. At the corner, a tall figure blindly crashed into him, jarring his shoulder.

The other person was about to say “Sorry…” but after seeing Yan Jun’s face, the apology was swallowed back instantly. He only gave him a meaningful look and turned to leave.

The anger in Yan Jun’s heart surged up instantly.

Reaching out to grab the other’s collar from behind, Yan Jun said angrily: “Qin Yize, right? The star student from the Rocket Class. You bump into someone and don’t even apologize?”

Qin Yize coldly shook off the restraint and turned to look at him, his eyes flickering with annoyance: “Do you apologize every time you bump into someone? I don’t think so.”

Looking at Yan Jun’s flaming eyes, Qin Yize curled his lips into a polished, meaningful smile: “Are you sure you want to be so relentless?”

Yan Jun had never felt this much rage even when provoked by street thugs. He immediately barked a “Fuck” and swung a fist toward the other’s face.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yize grabbed his fist like lightning, neutralized the force, and gave it a gentle twist. Yan Jun felt the world spin and his feet leave the ground. Then came the sharp pain of his cheek hitting the cement floor.

His arm was twisted behind his back; the joint felt like it was dislocating. The lightning-like pain caused cold sweat to break out on his back instantly. Qin Yize pressed a knee against his arm and lower back. His refined, magnetic voice sounded like a demon’s, whispering unhurriedly in his ear: “Student Yan, I advise you not to mess with me. I’m a trained martial artist. With your amateur skills, I could pin you to death in one move~”

…

Now, Qin Yize tilted his head unhurriedly, smiling brightly: “That’s more like it! Student Yan, I’ll take the ice cream. Bye~”

With that, he squeezed past Yan Jun calmly and headed toward the checkout counter.

His shoulder was jolted hard. Yan Jun turned back in a fury, watching that tall, handsome figure. His phoenix eyes were nearly vertical with rage:

Qin Yize, you just wait! If I don’t get my revenge, my name isn’t Yan!