Transmigrated as the School Hunk's Arch-Nemesis [Book Transmigration] - Chapter 14

It is unclear who leaked the news about Shen Yixing getting hurt on the rooftop, but the story passed from student to student, eventually spinning off into several bizarre versions.

Some claimed Shen Yixing had simply fallen and faked being beaten to gain sympathy. Others insisted that Jiang Baiyi was the culprit, as someone had seen him on the rooftop that night. There were even rumors that Shen Yixing… well, regardless of the version, no one mentioned Sha Xiaohou.

During the lunch break, Shen Yixing finished his major course assignments and put his head down on his desk, intending to nap. He tilted his head slightly and noticed Jiang Baiyi was not beside him. He couldn’t remember when Jiang had left, only that he had been waving a few bags of snacks in front of him shortly before.

In front of them, Tang Yuan and Zhao Ci were passionately engaged in a team game, occasionally blurting out a few curses to belittle each other.

Shen Yixing rested on his desk for a while, burying his face in his arms, and was immediately plunged into darkness.

On the rooftop of the teaching building, a curse shattered the quiet atmosphere.

“You motherfucker, are you really flipping your face and denying me now?”

Sha Xiaohou stood in the center of the rooftop, holding his phone. His anger was so intense that his lackeys didn’t dare to make a sound.

On the other end of the line, Ruan Ming’s innocent voice came through, “I sent you a text saying we should pause this for now. I was called to the office, so how could I go to the rooftop?”

“Who the hell checks their phone while fighting!” Sha Xiaohou quickly scrolled through his messages, and indeed, there was a text from Ruan Ming. “Just tell me what we’re going to do now.”

Ruan Ming remained silent for a moment before saying, “Follow the original plan. If anyone asks, just say Shen Yixing hired you to hit him.”

Sha Xiaohou curled his lip, “Shen Yixing paid someone to beat himself up? Only an idiot would believe that!”

“Then say… Shen Yixing asked you to hit me, but you couldn’t agree on the price, so you hit him because you were annoyed.”

“Will that work?”

“Just say exactly that. Regardless, you’ll get every cent you were promised.”

The call ended. Sha Xiaohou cursed at the phone, then sat on the edge of the rooftop, seething with anger.

The rooftop door creaked as it was pushed open with a dull metallic sound. Upon seeing the familiar figure, someone whispered, “Brother Monkey, Jiang Baiyi is here.”

Jiang Baiyi hadn’t caught Shen Yixing’s attention in the classroom, and being bored, he decided to come here to settle a debt.

There was trash scattered all over the rooftop. A cigarette butt flicked toward Jiang Baiyi’s feet, still glowing with a faint spark.

“Damn, a rare guest has arrived.” After flicking the cigarette butt, Sha Xiaohou spoke with a slur.

Jiang Baiyi raised his eyes, scanned the rooftop, and then slowly took off his necklace and school jacket, placing them on the steps.

Watching Jiang Baiyi’s slow, unhurried movements, Sha Xiaohou could no longer hold back, “Are you looking for trouble?”

“Don’t be nervous, I’m not here to look for trouble.” Jiang Baiyi withdrew his gaze. After identifying the best spot to throw a punch, he hooked his lips and gestured for Sha Xiaohou to come over, “Come here, I need to ask you something.”

Sha Xiaohou hesitated. The last person he had beaten was Shen Yixing, and Jiang Baiyi and Shen Yixing didn’t seem to have a close relationship. He figured this couldn’t be for Shen Yixing.

Thinking that he had strength in numbers, Sha Xiaohou moved toward Jiang Baiyi step by step.

“You, you, you, if you have something to say, just say it…”

Before he could finish, Jiang Baiyi punched Sha Xiaohou in the face. Before anyone could react, he raised his leg and kicked Sha Xiaohou in the knee. The man instantly crumpled, his knees hitting the ground with a thud.

Sha Xiaohou’s lackeys stood up, but one look from Jiang Baiyi made their legs turn to jelly.

Jiang Baiyi grabbed Sha Xiaohou by the collar and looked down at him, “You know why I’m looking for you, right?”

Half of Sha Xiaohou’s face was swollen, and he was stunned for a moment, “I… I don’t know.”

Hearing this, Jiang Baiyi punched the other side of Sha Xiaohou’s face. Now, both sides were symmetrically swollen.

Jiang Baiyi narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, “Do you know now?”

Sha Xiaohou knelt on the ground and tried to retreat, but Jiang Baiyi dragged him back. Seeing the hostility on the face in front of him, Sha Xiaohou stammered, “I, I, I really don’t know.”

Seeing Jiang Baiyi raise his hand, Sha Xiaohou shielded his head with both hands, “I know, I know, I get it now. Don’t hit me, Brother Yi, please don’t hit me.”

“Can’t take it after just two punches?” Jiang Baiyi lazily let go and laughed.

“Tell me, why did you hit Shen Yixing?”

Sha Xiaohou widened his eyes, never expecting that Jiang Baiyi really did come here for Shen Yixing.

He covered his swollen face and tentatively said, “I… I didn’t hit him much. It was too dark that day, I just accidentally pushed him.” Thinking of something, Sha Xiaohou added, “It was Shen Yixing who hired us to hit Ruan Ming. Later, when the price wasn’t agreed upon, he…”

The more he heard, the more absurd it sounded. Jiang Baiyi kicked Sha Xiaohou on the shoulder and pressed him firmly to the ground, “Was it Ruan Ming who told you to hit him?” His cold voice was like thousand-year-old ice, making people tremble.

“No, absolutely not!” Sha Xiaohou’s face was pressed against the ground, spraying saliva as he spoke, “Ruan Ming didn’t give me money, and he didn’t tell me to hit Shen Yixing.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Baiyi crouched beside Sha Xiaohou and asked with feigned curiosity, “You’re protecting Ruan Ming so well, he must have paid you quite a bit.”

“Bullshit, it was only two thousand yuan!”

As soon as he finished, Sha Xiaohou froze.

Jiang Baiyi punched Sha Xiaohou in the stomach, “If you want to beat a dog, you have to look at its master. You dared to touch my person. It seems if I don’t beat you up, you won’t know who’s the son and who’s the father.”

One punch wasn’t enough to vent his anger. Thinking of the way Shen Yixing had frowned and endured the pain while disinfecting his wounds, Jiang Baiyi added a few more punches.

Sha Xiaohou’s lackeys stood on the side with pale faces. They were afraid of being hit, and none of them dared to step forward to mediate.

When he had finally vented enough, Jiang Baiyi’s last punch missed Sha Xiaohou’s face slightly and slammed heavily into the ground.

“Don’t let me see you again. If I do, I’ll beat you every single time.”

“I… I understand.” Sha Xiaohou gasped, lying on the ground like a pile of mud.

Jiang Baiyi raised his fist. The knuckles were scraped raw from the ground, with traces of blood seeping out. Just looking at it was painful.

While Shen Yixing was hovering between sleep and wakefulness, a blurry face suddenly appeared in his mind. The smile on that face slowly sharpened, and when he saw those deep, charming eyes, Shen Yixing’s eyelids flickered open, and he was wide awake.

“Awake?”

As soon as he opened his eyes, Shen Yixing saw Jiang Baiyi’s face.

It was because he saw him too often that he ended up appearing in his dreams. It seemed he really should limit his contact with Jiang Baiyi.

Shen Yixing glanced at Jiang Baiyi coldly, but inadvertently caught sight of the injuries on his hand.

“Next is Chinese class, did you bring your book?” Shen Yixing looked away, pretending not to notice, took out his Chinese textbook from the drawer, and began reviewing distractedly.

“No.”

“Then be careful not to get scolded by Wang Fusheng.”

“It’s no big deal. You brought yours, right? We can look at it together in a bit.”

Jiang Baiyi glanced at the wounds on his hand, moved his chair closer to Shen Yixing, and coincidentally shifted his injured hand toward the edge of the Chinese textbook.

Shen Yixing kept his head down, stole a quick glance at Jiang Baiyi’s hand, and forced his attention back to his book.

Ten minutes passed. He had read the annotations in the classical Chinese text over and over again, yet he hadn’t memorized a single one. His mind was completely filled with the wounds on Jiang Baiyi’s hand.

Why was he hurt? Did his hand hurt a lot? Why hadn’t he cleaned the wounds promptly? And… where had he gone during the lunch break?

Shen Yixing was curious about all of these questions and wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come out when they reached his lips.

He was afraid that if he asked Jiang Baiyi, he would just get a “None of your business” in return, and that would be too embarrassing.

“Shen Yixing, how long have you been staring at this page? You still haven’t finished it?”

Jiang Baiyi’s injured finger tapped the desk lightly as he turned the page of the Chinese textbook for him.

The bloody, abraded wound flashed right under Shen Yixing’s eyes. Looking at the scraped skin, he fished a bottle of antiseptic cotton swabs out of his drawer and placed them by Jiang Baiyi’s hand.

These were the swabs Jiang Baiyi had bought at the infirmary last time, and they weren’t finished yet. They were perfect for today.

Shen Yixing had finally noticed he was injured.

Jiang Baiyi raised his eyebrows. His little scheme had succeeded, and he felt like setting off fireworks in his heart, but the expression on his face remained perfectly natural.

He looked at the bottle of cotton swabs and asked with feigned indifference, “What’s this for?”

Shen Yixing had no idea that Jiang Baiyi’s last punch against Sha Xiaohou had been a deliberate smash into the ground. He wasn’t good at playing mind games, so he could only act like a simple little lamb, eagerly jumping into the trap Jiang Baiyi had dug for him.

“Your hand is injured. Disinfect it first.”

Shen Yixing was afraid Jiang Baiyi would refuse, so he immediately added, “Just consider it returning the favor from last time.”

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