Chapter 63: The Little Follower at the Aristocratic School (Part 12) Part 2

Si Qing took a deep breath, steadied her trembling body, and walked over slowly. In a low voice, she said, “Chi Wan, don’t be harsh with her.”

Chi Wan’s gaze shifted from Shen Ke’s face to Si Qing. “Si Qing? What exactly happened?”

Si Qing coughed a few times and briefly summarized the events.

After hearing it, Chi Wan released Shen Ke. Her expression showed no change, but her voice softened a bit. “No matter what, you can’t hit people. But we’ll let it slide this time.”

After speaking, Chi Wan had no intention of lingering. She glanced at Shen Ke, who was staring at her, took out a tissue, and handed it to Shen Ke. “Don’t cry. I misunderstood you this time.”

Shen Ke slapped away Chi Wan’s hand and looked around, only to find that the special admission student had long vanished.

Tears bubbled out from Shen Ke’s eyes in anger. She clenched her fists and yelled loudly at Chi Wan, “You jerk!” While cursing, she kicked Chi Wan once more.

Shen Ke looked utterly furious. Si Qing’s heart softened completely. She reached out to pat Shen Ke’s shoulder but pulled her hand back after lifting it slightly. Si Qing said, “Shen Ke, don’t be mad. I’m not hurt.”

Shen Ke wiped her tears and glanced at the sickly Si Qing before bursting into tears with a wail and throwing herself into Si Qing’s arms. “Si Qing, y-you’re lying! You’re bleeding!”

Si Qing froze for a moment and hurriedly hugged Shen Ke. The moment she had been pushed away earlier, she had indeed panicked briefly. Her chest felt stuffy and painful, and she tasted blood in her mouth.

But she had swallowed it all down, so Shen Ke shouldn’t have seen it.

Shen Ke’s crying wasn’t loud, but it was urgent and gasping, making it sound heartbreaking.

Si Qing had only changed over the past two years, but before that, Si Qing had been very, very good to her. Though Shen Ke resented Si Qing, she didn’t want Si Qing to die.

“Si Qing, you absolutely can’t let that person off!”

Si Qing’s hand trembled as she gently patted the top of Shen Ke’s head. “Shen Ke, d-do you forgive me now?”

Shen Ke clearly hadn’t expected Si Qing to say something like that at a time like this.

Shen Ke angrily wanted to punch Si Qing hard but ended up only lightly twisting Si Qing’s waist. She wiped her tears, her voice hoarse. “Go see the doctor first.”

Si Qing nodded. Chi Wan, standing nearby, said, “I’ll go with you.”

Shen Ke let out a cold snort toward Chi Wan, grabbed Si Qing, and headed out.

Chi Wan followed behind them.

However, both Chi Wan and Si Qing were the tall, long-legged type. As the three walked, Shen Ke gradually couldn’t keep up.

She let go of Si Qing’s hand, somewhat out of breath. “Si Qing, you and this Chi Wan go ahead. I’m so tired.”

Si Qing coughed a few times, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She shook her head. “It’s fine. I’ll wait for you.”

Chi Wan frowned at the bloodstain. She walked over to Shen Ke and stopped in front of her.

Shen Ke looked up at Chi Wan in confusion. Her eyes were bright with upturned corners, lashes so thick they seemed to have built-in eyeliner.

Looking up at her made her small nose and pointed chin even more prominent. Her obedient bangs covered her forehead, making her face appear even smaller.

Her fair cheeks, flushed pink, still bore some tear stains.

She puffed out her cheeks unhappily, her red lips parting slightly. “What?”

Chi Wan stared at Shen Ke, her throat inexplicably dry. Her fingers twitched; she wanted to touch the spot Shen Ke had bitten earlier, which still hurt a bit—probably swollen.

But she wasn’t angry, probably because she had wronged Shen Ke. It wasn’t entirely unfair, though; the special admission student had provoked first, but Shen Ke had hit someone.

After a moment of silence, Chi Wan reached out with both hands. In a swift motion, she hoisted Shen Ke onto her shoulder.

Shen Ke didn’t react at all. She suddenly felt her body lift into the air, her view flipping as she left the ground entirely.

Her stomach pressed against Chi Wan’s shoulder, Shen Ke wrinkled her nose and smacked Chi Wan’s back uncomfortably. “What are you doing! Put me down!”

Shen Ke wasn’t well-behaved, kicking her legs nonstop. Chi Wan raised her hand and smacked Shen Ke’s butt. “Don’t wiggle around. I’ll carry you so we three can walk faster.” Realizing what she had just done, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Chi Wan’s face, but it vanished too quickly for anyone to notice.

Shen Ke’s face turned beet red, but Chi Wan was right—they should get Si Qing to the infirmary first.

Shen Ke quieted down.

Si Qing watched the scene, slowly clenching her fists. If she had a healthy body, she could carry Shen Ke in her arms too.

But there were no ifs in the world.

Si Qing had bronchitis, which had dragged on for a long time. It was somewhat severe, hence the blood from coughing, but it wasn’t a big issue.

Still, her body was too weak and needed a full check-up, so she was sent off-campus.

Shen Ke breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t serious.

With Si Qing gone, Shen Ke didn’t linger and planned to head back to class. There were two more periods after lunch break.

The teachers wouldn’t care much about them anyway. Skipping was fine; just make a phone call.

But Shen Ke didn’t know what to do. Without Si Qing’s backing, she couldn’t recruit little lackeys to strut around with her anymore.

However, after a few steps, Shen Ke stopped, turned around, and glared fiercely at Chi Wan. “Why are you following me!”

Chi Wan replied coolly, “I’m not following you.”

Shen Ke snorted coldly, her eyes rolling as she schemed. Her gaze darted around before finally landing on Chi Wan’s eyes. “Right, after what you did to me today, how are you going to make it up to me?”

“I want to eat on the third floor. That’s a simple request, right?”

Chi Wan frowned slightly, pointed to her neck, then her calf, and said flatly, “Today you bit me once and kicked me twice. You should be compensating me.”

Shen Ke was speechless, her cheeks flushing red. She glared at Chi Wan with embarrassment and annoyance and snorted. “Stingy! Fine, don’t bother!”

Just then, Shen Ke heard someone calling her name. She followed the voice and saw Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan came running toward her in big strides.

Shen Ke’s lips parted slightly. The words “Qi Yuan” had just left her mouth when Qi Yuan pulled her into a tight hug the next second.

“Shen Ke.” Qi Yuan was a bit out of breath. She rested her chin on Shen Ke’s head and looked at Chi Wan with eyes full of icy hostility.

Chi Wan was sensitive to others’ emotions, especially since Qi Yuan’s hostility was blatant.

Chi Wan lowered her eyelids slightly and asked coolly, “Shen Ke, is this your lover?”

A dark glint flashed in Qi Yuan’s eyes, but inwardly, she couldn’t help anticipating Shen Ke’s answer.

Shen Ke pushed at Qi Yuan and emerged from her embrace. She glanced at Qi Yuan and said arrogantly, “Of course not. She’s my pet.”

“My lover has to be super rich and super perfect!”

Qi Yuan’s breathing hitched imperceptibly. Though she had some self-awareness, hearing Shen Ke deny it so decisively still hurt her heart.

It was a lewd pain, sharp, spreading from deep in her heart throughout her body.

Qi Yuan bit her lip lightly, suppressing her negative emotions. She stood by Shen Ke’s side, her gaze toward Chi Wan still hostile.

Chi Wan let out an indifferent “oh.” “At least you have taste. Not settling for someone like… that as a lover.” Chi Wan’s silence was profoundly meaningful, saying nothing yet implying everything.

She only cared about bullying and humiliation; others’ love lives were none of her business.

But this dark-skinned girl’s glare at her was annoying.

Chi Wan leaned close to Shen Ke and murmured lowly, “Tomorrow at noon, third floor. I’ll treat you.”

With that, Chi Wan left.

Leaving behind Shen Ke with sparkling eyes and Qi Yuan, whose gloom was hard to hide.

Shen Ke turned to Qi Yuan. “Qi Yuan, what are you doing here?”

Qi Yuan composed her expression, lowered her head, and stared fixedly at Shen Ke. “Shen Ke, I want to kiss.”

“Kissing in school would be so thrilling, just like those sounds from the public bath that time.”

Shen Ke’s face flushed red as she covered Qi Yuan’s lips. Her lashes trembled as she whispered, “Don’t say it. Let’s go to the Cypress Woods.” The school’s expansive Red Sequoia Woods had no cameras.

Qi Yuan was getting thirstier and thirstier, but kissing really felt amazing—whole body numb and soft.

“Damn it! Why! Why does someone like Shen Ke get Si Qing’s protection!”

“Damn it, damn it! Why doesn’t she just die!”

[Host, don’t be angry. You’re reborn, remember? Just make everyone abandon Shen Ke.]

[I’ve already posted what happened today online. Wait for the good news.]

Hearing the System, Chen Liu sneered coldly. She had died once before. After rebirthing, she realized she was this world’s protagonist.

Figures like Si Qing, Chi Wan, Lu Yanbai, and Leigh should revolve around her.

It didn’t matter that they orbited Shen Ke now. As the world’s protagonist, the world consciousness favored her. Si Qing and the others would eventually like her and abandon Shen Ke.

Having the System was the best proof.

Chen Liu viciously gripped the tree trunk. She wanted Shen Ke to end up like in her previous life—driven abroad in a wretched state, finally shot dead.

“Do you hate Shen Ke that much?” A soft voice came from beside her ear.

Chen Liu turned her head and sneered mockingly, “So what if I do, Wang Manyu? You aren’t here to stand up for Shen Ke, are you?” She remembered this person—same intake as Shen Ke, somewhat close to her.

Wang Manyu shook her head. “No, I just want to ask if you want to team up with us.”

Chen Liu narrowed her eyes. “Team up? Just us two special admission students?”

Wang Manyu smiled slowly. “Of course not just me. There are many holders of Purple Gem Brooches too. They want to have Shen Ke.”

“If Shen Ke gets dirty, Si Qing and the others definitely won’t like her.”

[Host, the video I posted is blowing up!]

Chen Liu glanced at Wang Manyu and conversed with the System in her mind. [What are the comments saying?]

The System saw those comments and nearly crashed.

[Uh, see for yourself.]

With that, countless messages appeared in Chen Liu’s mind.

—Slapped? Did you say thank you?

—Damn, which school is this? That uniform is too tempting!

—Hey, don’t ignore the bullying just because of looks!!! Reject bullying!!!

—Whoa, that uniform, that brooch—looks like that super famous noble school, full of young masters and misses!

—Watched the video, dunno who edited it, but I was there. The ugly woman pushed first, so sk fought back! Not bullying!

—So, did you say thank you?

The words stung Chen Liu’s eyes. She gripped the tree trunk tightly and stared at Wang Manyu, enunciating each word: “I… agree.”

After exchanging contacts, Chen Liu rushed impatiently back to the dorms.

Wang Manyu watched Chen Liu disappear, then slumped weakly against the tree trunk.

After a while, a girl wearing a Purple Chest Pin emerged.

She approached Wang Manyu from behind, her finger sliding downward.

The girl teased, “You can stay so composed with that thing in you. You’re tougher than I thought.”

Wang Manyu couldn’t help crying out. From the start until now, the vibration inside her hadn’t stopped.

Wang Manyu hung her head, her bangs covering her eyes, which burned with raging fury. If not for Shen Ke, she wouldn’t have fallen this low.

To be toyed with by others like this.

She wanted Shen Ke to end up the same. They had entered the school together, both special admission students.

Why did Shen Ke get to live so well?

Just because of a pretty face?