ATPN Chapter 34
by Volare“Yu’er, Yu’er…”
Yang You, while messing with his hair in front of the mirror, was also paying attention to the movements on the bed behind him. He called out for a long time without getting a response, so he turned his head to look.
Good heavens!
The cyan bed curtains were still and silent, without the slightest ripple.
Yang You, at the end of his patience, directly turned around and yanked open the curtains, only to find someone still wrapped in their blanket, sleeping soundly.
Yang You: “…”
Hua City had already entered early winter, and the temperature was somewhat low. It was probably the changing season, and the blanket wasn’t warm enough. Yu Zhanrong had curled up entirely inside the blanket, with only a small tuft of light golden hair peeking out.
“Yu Zhanrong! Get up already, we’re going to be late!” Yang You checked his phone and saw that it was almost two o’clock, which made him anxious. “Hurry, hurry! If we get marked late again, we’re both going to fail!”
Finally, there was movement inside the blanket, and a slender, pale arm stretched out from the blue covers.
The arm extended straight, bumping into the iron railing of the bed, and seemed to have gotten chilled, as it quickly retracted.
“Marx…ism?” A sleepy voice mumbled, with a hint of uncertainty.
“Yeah, you only have 10 minutes left. If you don’t get up, just wait to fail.”
“We’re brothers in misfortune, at worst we’ll retake the course together.”
Yu Zhanrong pondered inside the blanket, and finally realized the situation. He suddenly jumped out of bed.
“Crap!”
He had stayed up too late playing games last night, not falling asleep until four in the morning. Who knew he would sleep until the afternoon?
The teacher in charge of the “Basic Principles of Marxism” course was named Ma Jingjing, and she was known for being impartial and strict.
She had said during the first class that anyone who was late or absent three times would have their participation grade deducted, regardless of their final exam score.
According to the school’s final exam grading system, unless you got a perfect score on the final exam, you would barely pass. Otherwise, missing even a single point meant failing the course. This teacher was too ruthless.
Yu Zhanrong had heard from upperclassmen that Teacher Ma always kept her word and never showed mercy. Someone had been unafraid of death and tried to challenge her, and ended up failing the course.
Even worse, when they took the make-up exam, they still had this Teacher Ma, and ended up retaking the course entirely.
Yu Zhanrong shuddered. He had already been late twice, and one more time really would be game over.
He didn’t want to fail, and even less did he want to retake the course.
At his fastest speed ever, he got out of bed, changed clothes, brushed his teeth, casually splashed some water on his face, grabbed his bag, and ran out with Yang You.
His hair, still messy from sleep, had a stubborn cowlick sticking up, but he couldn’t care less about fixing it at the moment. He ran all the way, and the cowlick fluttered wildly in the wind on his head.
At first, Yu Zhanrong was pulling Yang You along, but later it turned into Yang You dragging him. Seeing that they were about to reach the teaching building, the light of victory was in sight.
The two of them were only focused on running and didn’t notice two figures suddenly turning out from the corner of the teaching building.
By the time they realized it, it was too late to brake.
“Bang!”
“Crap!”
“Ouch!”
Two sides, four people.
The collision sent people flying.
Yu Zhanrong felt someone grab his waist and barely managed to stay standing, with his hands pressed against the other person’s chest.
The sensation made him feel dazed for a moment, and the thought that flashed through his mind was, surprisingly, wanting to whistle?
That was a bit rogue-ish.
A pained hiss came from above his head. Yu Zhanrong figured that his iron head must have bumped into the other person.
Even though his head was tough, force was mutual, and he would still feel pain. His forehead was probably red right now.
Yu Zhanrong, clutching his forehead, was just about to look up to see who he had bumped into and apologize when…
The ear-splitting sound of the class bell rang, and the words “failing the course” hung over his head like a sword.
Yang You had obviously heard it too. That wasn’t just a bell, it was a death knell!
Without caring about anything else, the two of them reached out to each other with perfect understanding. Yu Zhanrong broke free from the hold on his waist, quickly pulled Yang You up from the ground, and sprinted into the classroom before the bell finished ringing.
Two hurried “Sorry!” voices floated in the air.
The two people who had been hit stood there in a mess for a long time. Fang Jingtong blankly looked up at Song Baiyan, who was covering his face, and then looked at himself sitting on the ground.
Looking up at the blue sky, he wondered about life. “Did we just encounter ghosts?”
Song Baiyan ignored him. One of his hands was still in a hugging position, but his arms were now empty.
Lowering his hand, Song Baiyan rubbed his face where he had been hit and couldn’t help but hiss.
It would probably swell up.
Song Baiyan pinched his fingers. The kid’s waist was too thin. How could someone so skinny pack such a punch?
Not getting an answer, Fang Jingtong didn’t mind.
He pushed himself up from the ground effortlessly, even patting the dirt and sand off his hands.
His palms only had a slight scrape, without any blood.
Fang Jingtong patted his butt again and asked Song Baiyan, “Hey, who were those two? Why were they running so fast, like they’d seen a ghost?”
Song Baiyan retracted his gaze, turning to stare at the hand that had just been on the ground and was now resting on his shoulder, his brow furrowed.
Should he just chop it off?
He glanced at Fang Jingtong, who was talking to himself, and considered the feasibility of it.
The culprit was still trying to figure out how to get revenge on those two, and the surrounding air suddenly froze. Even the wind that blew by felt colder.
Fang Jingtong sensed something and turned his head. Good heavens, Song Baiyan’s handsome face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Looking at his own hand, he quickly pulled it back as if burned and took two steps back, away from the center of the storm.
He touched his hand fearfully, cradling it like a treasure, almost getting it chopped off.
He looked at Song Baiyan’s shoulder and then very sensibly offered a tissue to make up for his mistake.
Song Baiyan had a bit of a cleanliness fetish. He was usually fine, but he couldn’t stand it when someone’s dirty hands touched him without washing them.
Taking the tissue, he wiped his shoulder, and Song Baiyan’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed a little.
“They’re going to the Marxism class.”
After saying that, without waiting for Fang Jingtong to come to his senses, he lifted his foot and left. He had seen Ma Jingjing in that classroom when he came downstairs, and those two reckless ghosts had rushed inside.
“Oh ho, Ma Jingjing? No wonder, no wonder,” Fang Jingtong said with sympathy.
Tsk.
They were all people who had been whipped by Teacher Ma. Only those who had experienced it knew the bitterness and hardship.
Fang Jingtong followed him. “Hey, that guy looked a bit like a poppy, didn’t he? Did you see him clearly?”
“Yeah.”
“What about the other one? Who was the other one?”
“Yang You.”
Seemed like the kid’s roommate.