Chapter 66: The Vicious Fake Young Master of a Wealthy Family · 66

Zhou Xu wasn’t actually very angry.

But Su Wenyu suddenly overturning his tray out of nowhere—there had to be a reason.

Whether he was angry about Zhou Xu flaunting the teeth marks everywhere, or whether Zhou Xu had messed up in some other way, there had to be a reason.

But Su Wenyu clearly had no intention of explaining. He just let Zhou Xu stand beside him, towering over him with an imposing presence, while he focused solely on eating his own meal.

Shen Yi’s brows furrowed slightly. Though he didn’t understand why Su Wenyu had done it, he instinctively defended him, telling Zhou Xu, “Let’s talk about it back at the dorm.”

The cafeteria wasn’t too crowded, but small scattered groups were still sitting around. They looked like they were eating, but were actually sneaking peeks from the corners of their eyes.

Zhou Xu didn’t give Shen Yi a pleasant look. But when he turned to Su Wenyu, a hint of helplessness crept into his expression.

“I’m not planning to do anything to you. It’s not so serious you can’t even look at me, right?”

So Su Wenyu looked up at him, a mouthful of rice still stuffed in his cheek, looking for all the world like an ungrateful little brat.

But no matter how ungrateful Su Wenyu looked, Zhou Xu still liked him when he saw him like this. So after a brief silence, he didn’t say anything else. He just sat back down across from Su Wenyu and waited for him to finish eating.

Su Wenyu had originally been prepared for Zhou Xu to get angry. He hadn’t expected Zhou Xu, who’d stormed over looking so formidable, to let it go so easily.

The onlookers realized the commotion had died down and quickly retracted their attention.

But a few who recognized Su Wenyu and Zhou Xu did mention the incident in their dorm group chats—something along the lines of the Su family’s real and fake young masters clashing at the cafeteria.

Though the school forum had long since been overhauled, and the Campus Wall wouldn’t dare post anything about Su Wenyu, the matter only circulated in a very small circle.

To be honest, most students had no real contact with Su Wenyu and the others anyway. The past malice towards Su Wenyu had been based on hearsay.

Now that the rumors were gone, they naturally didn’t care about Su Wenyu’s personal life. Things like the real and fake young masters clashing at the cafeteria were just amusing gossip to them—heard and forgotten.

–

After returning from the cafeteria to the dorm, Xia Yehang tactfully didn’t get involved in their issue. He grabbed a clean T-shirt and shorts and went into the bathroom to shower first.

The heating in the dorm was cranked up. The more hot-blooded guys were perfectly comfortable in short sleeves. Even Su Wenyu, with his cold-sensitive constitution, was perfectly warm in just a hoodie—so showering wasn’t scary at all.

Once Xia Yehang was in the shower, Shen Yi sat at his own desk, pulled out his major-specific textbooks, and prepared to review last week’s material.

Exams at the Law School were notoriously difficult. Beyond paying close attention in class, you couldn’t afford to slack off in your daily studies either.

Final exams were fast approaching. Shen Yi wanted the scholarship. Even someone as smart as him had to put in the work when it came to studying.

Seeing that both of them had tactfully left them alone, Zhou Xu leaned against the wardrobe next to Su Wenyu’s desk and looked down at him.

Su Wenyu was actually very guilty. But he knew that at times like this, the guiltier he felt, the less he should say.

“What are you looking at? I want to study. Don’t stand there blocking the light.” Su Wenyu pretended to pull out a few books, along with a whole bunch of colorful pens.

His past academic performance might not have been great—he’d barely passed the original host’s makeup exams after a massive struggle—but his stationery collection was impressive.

Nice notebooks, colorful pens, sticky notes in every color that had barely ever been used—all stuffed in one drawer.

Listening to Su Wenyu, Zhou Xu still didn’t budge from the cabinet. He just shifted his gaze from Su Wenyu’s face to his books, casually reaching out to turn on Su Wenyu’s desk lamp.

“There. Now I’m not blocking your light,” Zhou Xu said.

Su Wenyu: “…”

“Then don’t just stand there either. You’ll distract me.” Su Wenyu flipped open his textbook—still practically pristine even this close to the end of the semester—picked out a black pen, and put on an expression of wanting to seriously study.

Zhou Xu watched him for a while. Seeing that Su Wenyu truly had no intention of explaining, he actually laughed.

“Overturning my tray out of nowhere—you have to give me some kind of explanation.” Zhou Xu reached out and pressed down on his book, adding, “Also, this course is open-book exam. I get that you want to study hard, but at least do it in the right direction.”

“…” In the silence, Su Wenyu’s ears instantly flushed red.

His skin was still too thin. Punctured so directly by Zhou Xu, he guiltily swapped to a different book.

While grabbing the book, Su Wenyu secretly snuck a glance at Zhou Xu from the corner of his eye, terrified Zhou Xu would say this one was open-book too.

Thankfully, after he’d opened it, Zhou Xu said nothing. He just kept standing there and refused to leave.

Having such a tall person standing next to him—Su Wenyu couldn’t pretend not to notice even if he wanted to.

But Su Wenyu really had no reason he could explain. He was just completing a mission. The mission told him what to do, and he did it.

Was he supposed to explain to Zhou Xu that he was completing a mission?

Distracted, Su Wenyu jotted notes in his notebook, his peripheral vision constantly flicking to Zhou Xu beside him. Even after Xia Yehang finished his shower and came out, Zhou Xu was still standing there like a wall. Didn’t he get tired?

After Xia Yehang came out, Shen Yi glanced over at them. Realizing their issue still wasn’t resolved, he got up, grabbed a change of clothes, and went to shower too.

Su Wenyu was a very patient person. But even the most patient person, when faced with someone even more patient like Zhou Xu, could be driven to irritation.

Xia Yehang had gone to the balcony to hang his laundry. Su Wenyu slammed his pen onto the desk and glared directly at Zhou Xu.

Zhou Xu chuckled softly. “Finally willing to look at me?”

Su Wenyu was so fed up with him. “I have nothing to say to you. Even if you stand here all night, I still don’t have anything to explain.”

Zhou Xu wasn’t angry hearing this. He just patiently said, “You have to let me know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I did it because I wanted to. What’s up—want to flip my tray tomorrow at lunch to get back at me?” Su Wenyu looked completely righteous despite having no leg to stand on.

“Fine.” After all that thinking, Zhou Xu still couldn’t figure out what he’d done to offend him. Hearing this, he actually felt more relieved. “As long as it’s not because I did something wrong.”

Su Wenyu felt Zhou Xu’s temper was truly inexplicable. He’d even gone this far, and Zhou Xu still wasn’t angry.

“Alright, stop standing there. Or tomorrow I’ll flip your tray again.” Su Wenyu reached out to push him.

If Zhou Xu had wanted to cling to this spot, there was no way Su Wenyu could’ve budged him.

But knowing Su Wenyu’s anger wasn’t caused by something he’d done wrong, Zhou Xu naturally wasn’t going to keep lingering. He let Su Wenyu’s shoves guide him back to his own spot.

Once seated, Zhou Xu leaned back in his chair, tilted his head to look at Su Wenyu settling into his own chair, and said, “Finals are next month. I’ll compile a set of notes for you by next week. Make sure you study them properly.”

Su Wenyu: “No need. I’ll organize my own.”

Zhou Xu let him talk. He still went ahead and compiled notes for him anyway. Much of it had even been sourced from Su Wenyu’s classmates—Zhou Xu had long been preparing for Su Wenyu’s final exams.

By the time Shen Yi came out of the shower, Su Wenyu and Zhou Xu were already sitting in their own spots.

Shen Yi threw a glance at Xia Yehang, silently asking if they’d resolved things.

Xia Yehang shrugged—he had no idea.

He’d been out on the balcony drying clothes and had heard them arguing a bit. He’d tactfully avoided coming in to eavesdrop. Only when things seemed to settle down did he come back in.

Naturally, he had no clue whether their conflict was resolved or not.

But judging by how they looked now, it was probably mostly settled.

–

In the days that followed, 520 didn’t give Su Wenyu any breaks, issuing missions whenever it found an opening.

For instance: throw Zhou Xu’s toothbrush into the trash, and his towel into the toilet.

Or, when Zhou Xu brought over the notes he’d compiled, tear them up right in front of him.

Those notes had taken Zhou Xu a considerable amount of time to put together. He had his own classes to attend and study for, and only after finishing his own homework could he spare time to organize Su Wenyu’s.

Su Wenyu’s major-specific courses weren’t ones Zhou Xu was very familiar with, so compiling them had taken a lot of mental effort. In those two thick bundles of notes, some were photocopies from Su Wenyu’s classmates, some were handwritten by Zhou Xu—red pen circling countless key points.

All in all, it was a hefty piece of heartfelt effort.

And precisely because of that, 520 had issued this mission: let Su Wenyu, the moment he received the notes, tear nearly half of them to shreds right in front of Zhou Xu.

Mission complete. Zhou Xu stared at the pages scattered across the desktop. His fingers, hanging at his side, curled slightly inward. He fell silent.

Xia Yehang and Shen Yi, both in the dorm, heard the sound and looked over. For a moment, neither dared to speak.

The atmosphere in the dorm room grew so heavy it felt difficult to even breathe. Su Wenyu just stood beside his desk, lips pressed together, his head stubbornly turned away, refusing to look at Zhou Xu.

Still no explanation whatsoever. And Zhou Xu still had no idea whether he’d done something wrong.

After about a few dozen seconds, Zhou Xu steadied his slightly uneven breathing. He bent down and picked up the papers scattered on the floor.

Some pages had drifted over near Xia Yehang’s and Shen Yi’s chairs. The two didn’t just sit there watching—they bent down, gathered the papers, and handed them to Zhou Xu.

Zhou Xu lowered his eyes and murmured a thanks. After collecting everything from the floor, he walked over to Su Wenyu’s side, gathered the scattered pages still on the desk, and then studied the notes on them, carefully reordering the mess.

Zhou Xu didn’t ask Su Wenyu why he’d done it. Because he knew very well: even if he asked, Su Wenyu would do exactly what he’d done before—looking completely shamelessly righteous, saying nothing no matter what.

Once the pages were back in order, Zhou Xu even used clear tape to mend the torn spots so they could still be read.

Then, taking a large clip, he clamped all the loose pages together and placed them in front of Su Wenyu.

Su Wenyu looked up at him, his eyes reddening a little.

Seeing this, Zhou Xu felt helpless. “You tore up the notes I prepared for you. I’m not crying yet—so why are your eyes red?”

Su Wenyu blatantly lied through his teeth: “I’m just sleepy. My eyes got red from yawning.”

Zhou Xu: “… Fine.”

Let Su Wenyu spin whatever tales he wanted. Zhou Xu tapped the stack of notes. “Going to tear them up again?”

Su Wenyu turned his head away and didn’t look at him anymore.

Zhou Xu had long been ground down to having almost no temper when it came to Su Wenyu. Seeing him stay silent, he knew he wouldn’t tear them again. Zhou Xu left the notes there and went back to his own spot.

Shen Yi and Xia Yehang, seeing this, retracted their gazes too.

But Zhou Xu had still somewhat overestimated the limits of his own patience, and underestimated Su Wenyu’s capacity for causing trouble.

On the night before New Year’s break, when they came back from dinner to the dorm, Zhou Xu had been chatting with Su Wenyu about going straight back to their hometown after class tomorrow afternoon. Su Wenyu had seemed to be in a pretty good mood, even laughing and joking.

It wasn’t until just before lights-out that Su Wenyu suddenly climbed down from his bed, filled a cup with water, and climbed back up.

Zhou Xu had just finished showering and, seeing this, kindly warned: “Careful you don’t spill it on the bed.”

The words had barely left his mouth when Su Wenyu glanced in his direction.

The next second, Su Wenyu dumped the entire full cup of water right onto his bed.

Splashing it with all the righteousness and confidence in the world.