translator: daisy
On the way there, the atmosphere was a little delicate.
After all, the two parties had shaken off their rocky relationship after the morning incident to violate school rules together in the afternoon.
It was honestly miraculous in itself.
When Xing Ye finished speaking, he urged them to continue moving with a “Let’s get going.”
Time waits for no one.
Without an introduction or a welcome ceremony, Sheng Renxing effortlessly joined their group, and then fell behind to walk beside Xing Ye.
Huang Mao and the others successfully resisted the urge to glance back, but couldn’t help grumbling about the situation in their minds.
They walked leisurely to a low wall, where the height was increased with a glass deterrent secured with cement to prevent anyone from climbing over it.
As soon as they slipped over, the barrier in front of them was practically rubbed smooth by past students sneaking out.
Examining the environment, Sheng Renxing found that the grass surrounding them was overgrown with weeds, but there was a clear path created by pedestrians under the low wall.
It really showed how popular this place was.
Turning his head, he saw a security camera facing their angle.
The rotating base was twisted at an odd angle, and someone had even thrown a plaster bag on its lens.
Wan Guanxi went first; with a short and thin stature, he climbed up like a monkey.
The others didn’t move, and after a while, there came a “pipi” sound from the opposite side.
“?”
Sheng Renxing came to a halt after recognizing it as Huang Mao’s voice.
Xing Ye hushedly explained: “This is the secret signal.”
The other wondered if Xing Ye had really taken him for a fool and replied: “I know…”
Sheng Renxing had also deduced that it meant the opposite side was clear, but remained taciturn.
Xing Ye didn’t speak, but Jiang Jing, who had been paying close attention to the conversation, laughed and replied: “Huang Mao is an idiot.”
Xing Ye turned to look at him.
Jiang Jing: “But this is the most normal signal he came up with after voting.”
Sheng Renxing was stunned. If that was the case, how stupid were the other signals?
Holding in his astonishment, he impulsively asked: “Why not just say something using words?”
After climbing over the wall, were hanzi prohibited from use?
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Nevertheless, Sheng Renxing tilted his head at Jiang Jing to show his implicit understanding and respect of their family’s rituals.
“Just call me Jiang Jing, General Cao Jiang, Li Jing, or even mirror.” Jiang Jing flashed him a grin.
Sheng Renxing, who was still in the aftermath of processing Jiang Jing’s awe-inspiring reply, dumbfoundedly “oh-ed” and responded with: “Sheng Renxing.”
Reciprocating with his own rather dry breakdown of his name: “Sheng for ‘midsummer’, Ren for ‘whatsoever’, and Xing for ‘star’.”
By the end, only he and Xing Ye hadn’t scaled the wall. Seeing that the other was unmoving, Xing Ye turned his head towards him: “You first. Do you need any help?”
Sheng Renxing glanced at him, and answered the inquiry with immediate action. Stepping forward, he crossed over the wall smoothly like flowing water.
Xing Ye thought that he looked much more handsome than the others’ previous attempts, as if he had deliberately trained his posture for this.
After leaving school, they seemed to have relaxed a lot. The group let loose and chattered noisily among each other.
Sheng Renxing gazed at Huang Mao and the others, who almost fell off the path during their playful tussle, and asked Xing Ye: “How did that teacher provoke you?”
“He doesn’t even bother coming in to teach our class.” Xing Ye kept some distance with the group ahead and walked with Sheng Renxing.
“Just because of that?” Sheng Renxing was stiff with shock. He had originally thought it was because the teacher had scolded them or something.
Xing Ye swiveled his gaze around: “Because his English is too good.”
“…Okay. And?”
“Jealous of him.” Xing Ye gave the other a stern stare.
“…” Sheng Renxing smiled speechlessly, “So will you randomly hit me as well while we’re walking?”
“…No.” Xing Ye stared at him again.
“You will!” Sheng Renxing nodded resolutely. “Because I’m also very good at English.” This was actually the objective truth, without any bluffing or exaggeration.
Xing Ye didn’t reply and watched the other smile.
“…” In hindsight, when he came to Xuancheng, Sheng Renxing should’ve taken the test papers he scored perfect on from each subject as proof of the matter. “Just you wait, you’ll see when my exam marks come out.”
Xing Ye nodded and reminded him: “Use QQ to upload the pictures.”
“?”
“MMS is too expensive.”
“…You can see photos on your phone?” Sheng Renxing recalled the model of his phone. If QQ could be utilized, why had he used MMS before?
Was this another ritual?
“No.” Xing Ye shook his head, “But you can view them on a computer.”
“…Why can’t I just show it to you directly?” If Sheng Renxing recalled correctly, aren’t the two of them from the same school?
Xng Ye: “Because I might not necessarily be there.”
Sheng Renxing gave an ‘ok’ hand gesture: “Mn, I understand you, Mr. President.”
Xing Ye smiled again.
Sheng Renxing looked at the other’s grinning face for a long time, and then asked: “Then if he comes back, you will attend class?”
Xing Ye responded from the side: “His class is very suitable for sleeping.”
“…” Sheng Renxing, “So you wanted him to come back to perform hypnosis on you?”
The other shook his head: “He’s a teacher, so coming to class should be a given.” After a pause, he added, “And he took the money.”
Sheng Renxing processed the previous statement for a brief moment, before coming to realize what Xing Ye meant. Just like students paid tuition for each semester, teachers received salary for their work.
While the fact of the matter was true, ‘working in exchange for rewards’ wasn’t a saying generally used to describe teachers.
“You’re a student though. Doesn’t that mean you’d have to listen well in class?”
Xing Ye frowned slightly, his expression a little reluctant: “I’ve always tried my best.”
“?” Sheng Renxing couldn’t help but begin to laugh.
He nodded understandingly, “Students don’t attend class because the teacher isn’t capable enough.”
“What are you two laughing about?” The few guys ahead had finished with their antics, and focused their attention on Xing Ye and Sheng Renxing, who were not an insignificant distance away from them.
Huang Mao hooked his arm around Jiang Jing’s shoulders, pointed to the nearby stall and asked Xing Ye: “Want to buy a face mask?”
Sheng Renxing turned and saw the masks hanging on an iron rack, with the words “God Kill” written in red on the black base.
“…I refuse.”
In the shop, Sheng Renxing searched for a long time before finding a black mask stuffed in a small corner.
He suddenly came back to his senses when paying the bill. Sheng Renxing only came to join in the fun and not to actually take action. Why on earth did he buy this crime tool?
But in the end he bought it in silence.
After all, it’s better to be prepared.
“How much?”
“Five yuan.”
The store owner shifted around slightly to glance at Xing Ye, who was still currently deciding: “Do you also want the one in that young fellow’s hand? If you do, it’ll be ten yuan.”
Sheng Renxing studied the mask adorned with an eye design in Xing Ye’s hand, and asked the manager, “How much would it cost separately?”
“Yours would be five, and his seven yuan.” The manager looked away from the television screen to answer him.
Sheng Renxing looked at the mask again, and couldn’t even believe that it would cost more than two yuan, much less seven. “It costs that much?”
The boss was obviously displeased at the customer’s comments about his pricing: “What is this little boss saying? The mask design in the young man’ hand, that’s the last one remaining! It’s all sold out! It’s out of stock, understand?!”
“…” Sheng Renxing frowned speechlessly, “There’s probably only one of this design then.”
“…What’s the matter with you!” The boss stood up at once, “Here to pick a fight?!”
Xing Ye stepped forward and pulled on the other’s hand.
This attracted the attention of Wan Guanxi and the others, who slowly wandered over from the spicy snacks section.
The manager’s gaze swept over them, and weakly asked: “Are you going to buy it or not?”
Sheng Renxing sneered coldly—
Xing Ye pinched his elbow before he could get a word out.
The other took out a few bills from his pocket and threw them on the counter. The pinch eventually became a pat as Xing Ye pushed him towards the direction of the door, “Let’s go.”
Towards Huang Mao and the others: “Hurry up.”
After they left, Sheng Renxing peered quizzically at Xing Ye, who explained, “We still have other things to take care of.”
Sheng Renxing nodded understandingly, and then whirled around in place. Taking out his phone, he snapped a quick picture of the store’s entrance.
“Hm? What for?” Xing Ye tore open the mask’s packaging and tried it on.
“To safekeep all my grudges.” Sheng Renxing snorted softly. He had a photo album stored on QQ called “Yesterday.” Everything that annoyed him and the grudges he held were recorded here in case he forgot.
And if he ever got revenge, the color of the photo would be adjusted to black and white.
—To represent their death.
Turning around, he caught a glimpse of Xing Ye.
The large eye was situated smack dab in the middle, giving off both a shamate and chuunibyou vibe.
But it somehow still looked good on Xing Ye.
With his cold temperament, wearing this mask gave off a dangerous aura and sharpened his features.
At the very least, he was royalty among the shamate family.
Sheng Renxing unconsciously angled the camera app at him and took a picture.
Xing Ye turned his head slightly to hide. He covered half of his face with the mask, only showing a pair of bright brows and eyes, and squinted at Sheng Renxing: “What kind of grudge are you bearing towards me?”
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daisy: ah yes. i also have a revenge album stored somewhere as to never forget my grudges /jk but the idea is so funny it’s cute i love sxr so much 
also ! now that i’ve shot up several ranks in the game called real life i will be doing bi-weekly uploads~ once i finish clearing several main quests during the next week or so i will probably start doing tri-weekly releases but we will see,,,
A photo album meant for grudges alone? SR wouldn’t stop amusing me.
XY thinks SR looks cool scaling the fence 🤗
Thank you so much! I really enjoy this novel~
thanks for the chapter <3
Hahah I love that so much, gosh I wanna record all my grudges too but it’s not like I will actually deal with it…..
same 😂
SR is so amusing xD he surprises me so much every chapt lolol
Ah ah i hope he’ll make a photo album just for Yeye’s pictures lmao. Also… a photo album for grudges seems like a pretty good idea actually-
Ty for the chapter!!💜💜💜