PPS Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Chu Zhaoyi liked this feeling of being unconditionally favored by Gu Yusen.

Gu Yusen was like a general inspecting his troops, pointing and scolding one by one, simple and effective.

After he finished speaking, all three of them fell silent. The two were scared, and Xie Yuyin was looking at the half of Chu Zhaoyi’s face that was covered, wondering what she was thinking, so she hadn’t spoken.

After Gu Yusen finished scolding, he took Chu Zhaoyi away to the school infirmary to put some medicine on Chu Jiaojiao.

After scolding the three people, when no one else was around, it was Chu Jiaojiao’s turn.

“Why didn’t you call me when something happened?”

“Look at how fragile your body is, you slap someone and you’re the first one to hurt.”

“Will you dare to do it next time?”

Gu Yusen definitely gives his child face in front of others, but when no one is around, he must lecture him.

Chu Zhaoyi seems to lack emotion, but when he is annoyed or has some negative emotions, he easily takes extreme measures to vent.

That’s not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that Chu Zhaoyi is too fragile himself.

He hurt himself so much just by slapping someone.

What about next time? What if he provokes someone and they punch him back? He wouldn’t even be able to fight back!

Chu Zhaoyi listened with one ear and let it out the other, looking at his hand being bandaged tightly, wiggling his toes without saying a word.

The more Gu Yusen thought about it, the more he felt that this couldn’t go on.

“Okay, starting tomorrow, you’ll go exercise with me in the morning.”

“Tan that abnormally pale skin of yours a bit.”

“Build some muscle.”

Gu Yusen pondered secretly, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

“No!” Chu Zhaoyi immediately refused. He didn’t have many hobbies. Gu Yusen was one, drawing was one, and sleeping in was one.

“Resistance is futile, Chu Jiaojiao, your body is too weak, your brother is doing this for your own good, understand?” Gu Yusen was dictatorial and autocratic, picking up the boy and taking him out of the school infirmary.

It was getting late, and they had to go eat.

*

Xie Yuyin brought Xie Haoran back home and placed Xie Haoran’s phone on the table in front of her parents.

She had taken Xie Haoran’s phone away as soon as Gu Yusen left.

He didn’t even have the chance to delete the video.

Zhang Anru and Xie Tingyun exchanged glances, took the phone, and the video completely recorded everything that had just happened, Xie Haoran suddenly grabbing Chu Zhaoyi’s hand and waving it towards his own face.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what the video would be edited into and posted online.

It would simply cut out the first few minutes, starting directly from Chu Zhaoyi reaching out and hitting him.

Chu Zhaoyi was also ruthless, slapping back directly, which, in this light, benefited Xie Haoran, allowing him to edit a seamless video, shaping himself into a pitiful figure who had been bullied.

What Xie Haoran didn’t expect was that Gu Yusen appeared so quickly, even with witnesses, he could stand in front of Chu Zhaoyi without regard, and discovered his intentions so quickly.

Xie Haoran stood expressionlessly in front of his parents.

After Zhang Anru finished watching, she didn’t say anything, just gently placed the phone on the table, raised her head and looked at her son: “Ranran, go study abroad.”

Unexpectedly, Xie Haoran didn’t go crazy, he actually smiled, but the smile was particularly ugly.

“Mom, are you going to send me abroad?”

“But I got into A University on my own merits.”

“What right do you have?”

“I have the right, I am your mother, it’s my fault for teaching you to be like this, I’ll accompany you abroad,” Zhang Anru said quietly.

Xie Haoran had never been a good person since he was a child. From childhood to adulthood, he would always put himself in the position of the weak when conflicts occurred, and then blame others in return.

When he was a child, he would argue with others over a cookie, which eventually led to his friends being severely beaten by their parents. When he grew up, he would frame and slander others for deeper interests, using any means necessary.

“Okay.”

“But I have a request.”

Xie Haoran didn’t throw a tantrum, didn’t do anything, as if his heart was dead.

“Tell me.”

“I want to participate in this final.”

He didn’t plan to participate in the final at first, because the final was live painting, but it was a problem to get himself eliminated from the fourth round, but he didn’t expect things to go against his wishes, and he actually entered the final again.

He didn’t want this huge wave of attention to fall on Chu Zhaoyi.

He was going.

He was going to go openly and honorably.