The Black-Hearted Beauty Is Spied On By Crazy Critics Again [Quickly Pass] Chapter 12

Chapter 12 The Omega of the Noble School 12 His lips are so soft…

Lu Qingyun looked at the three people whose eyes darted away guiltily, feigned annoyance, and said coldly, “Don’t block the way, move aside!”

The wall formed by the three people finally collapsed, leaving an open space. Lu Qingyun sighed in relief, quickly squeezed past them, and entered the restroom.

His stomach was sensitive, and after drinking the milk tea, he started feeling vaguely uncomfortable. His stomach had ached the whole way, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.

When he returned to the Dormitory and saw three more cups of milk tea, his vision went black. He genuinely did not want to touch them again anytime soon.

He was too lazy to argue with them at the door, so he simply pretended to be angry and used that incident to warn the three of them.

He only had a few pairs of underwear in rotation, and he hadn’t expected his roommates to steal even that. They couldn’t possibly be so poor that they couldn’t afford underwear, could they?

Lu Qingyun lowered his gaze, pondering, but couldn’t figure it out. In any case, he had warned them, so he decided to stop thinking about it.

Lu Qingyun washed his hands and exited the restroom. The Dormitory was eerily quiet. The three people were still standing by the door, heads bowed as if they were reflecting on their actions. Lu Qingyun’s mouth twitched, feeling somewhat like he had been watched while using the toilet.

He pretended not to notice, gathered his bathing supplies, and re-entered the restroom.

When Lu Qingyun finished his shower and came out, he was relieved to see that the others were finally no longer acting as door gods by the entrance. He washed his underwear, then habitually left the rest of his dirty clothes in the basin in the restroom. Usually, they would be washed and hung on the balcony the next day.

Lu Qingyun glanced up and saw that everyone else was already lying down, so he turned off the light.

As soon as the darkness enveloped the room, his eyes couldn’t see clearly. Lu Qingyun stood still for a moment to adjust, then prepared to grope his way forward. Suddenly, a few beams of light shone down from the upper bunks, making it easier for him to walk. Lu Qingyun successfully climbed into bed, and the Dormitory fell into darkness once more.

After lying down, his phone lit up. Lu Qingyun picked it up and saw a message from Ji Chengyu.

The boss is here to check on the progress, Lu Qingyun thought, lowering his eyes.

[j: Checking on the mission progress.]

[Lu: 0]

[j:]

Lu Qingyun looked down at the string of confused emojis sent by the person on the other end, quietly waiting for the boss to calm down.

His throat felt painfully dry. Lu Qingyun suddenly remembered that he hadn’t applied the medicinal powder to his tongue yet.

Lu Qingyun climbed down to drink some water. Feeling a bit lazy, he decided to apply the powder tomorrow. When he got back into bed, several new messages had appeared on his phone. Lu Qingyun scrolled straight to the bottom and slowly typed.

[Lu: He hasn’t come looking for me recently.]

The implication was that he wouldn’t actively seek the person out. Ji Chengyu clearly understood.

[j: Fine, I really hired a young master… Last time you asked me to mess with Lu Chi, he probably hasn’t recovered yet.]

[j: Forget it. Just remember to tell me about any actions you take.]

[Lu: ok.]

Just as Lu Qingyun was about to turn off his phone, the screen lit up again. Ji Chengyu sent another item.

[j: Please grace us with your presence, Young Master.]

Lu Qingyun clicked the link, which led to an invitation. He scanned the entire page—it was an invitation to Ji Chengyu’s birthday party, quite elaborately done.

Lu Qingyun held his phone and thought for a while. He wasn’t debating whether to go, but the timing was a bit coincidental; Ji Chengyu’s birthday was also October 3rd.

Speaking of which, Lu Qingyun remembered that Shen Zhifan had asked him to reply, and he hadn’t yet. He had been so busy since returning that he completely forgot.

Lu Qingyun checked the time, figuring Shen Zhifan must be asleep by now, so there was no rush to reply.

He frowned slightly, tapping his fingers on the phone screen, his gaze seemingly fixed on the screen but unfocused.

When his phone received another message, Lu Qingyun made a decision. He typed his reply to Ji Chengyu.

[Lu: Alright, I will go.]

After replying to Ji Chengyu and exchanging a few polite words, he switched back to the messaging interface and sent a message to Shen Zhifan.

“Sorry, I have something going on at school that day, so I probably can’t make it.”

To Lu Qingyun’s surprise, the reply came back instantly.

“Okay.”

“Your matter is more important.”

Lu Qingyun’s hand, which was about to put the phone down, curled up. On an impulse, he sent a comforting message.

“I’ll buy you a gift then.”

He put down his phone only after sending it. He felt as if he had just experienced the same emotion he often felt, reflected in Shen Zhifan—he knew it was disappointment. Even through the phone, he sensed Shen Zhifan’s disappointment.

It was the same kind of disappointment he felt when he returned home and saw the empty room.

Lu Qingyun still remembered that feeling. In fact, more than disappointment, he had been utterly heartbroken at the time.

He had been confused then, unable to understand why his mother, who had chosen to take him with her, ultimately chose to abandon him.

But later he understood. His health was too poor; he was sick almost every ten days or half a month. At that time, he was a burden to his mother.

Lu Qingyun had been content just seeing his mother every day when he came home, until that day he returned to find only an empty room, and most of the large apartment was bare.

Lu Qingyun stood frozen for a long time until his legs ached and felt weak. He started walking around the room.

Finally, he found the only thing his mother had left him on the coffee table: a small bottle of painkillers and a sincere letter.

Lu Qingyun read it countless times with trembling hands but couldn’t absorb it. No matter how sincere the letter was, it was merely psychological comfort his mother left for herself after abandoning him.

Lu Qingyun dimmed his phone screen, forcing himself to close his eyes. His mind was a mess, and he couldn’t fall asleep. He felt some moisture on his face, which irritated him further, and he cursed himself internally for being weak.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, only that the whole night was hazy, filled with several dreams.

Sometimes he dreamed of his mother telling him about being locked up by his father, then suddenly he was back to the reality of returning home every day to a locked door, freezing or overheating outside, going hungry and then full, which led to chronic illness, and then connecting to his mother abandoning him because of his frail body…

Lu Qingyun frowned deeply, struggling in his dream. He was woken up by his roommates.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the worried expressions of his three roommates. Their concern seemed genuine. Lu Qingyun, just waking up from his sleep, almost cried out for his mother.

He touched his face. Sure enough, he had been crying. He wiped his face clean, sat up with a stern expression, and didn’t dare look back. Lu Qingyun clenched his fists, holding his body rigidly straight, thinking how embarrassing this was, and how he could eliminate all his roommates in one fell swoop.

After a moment, he spoke stiffly, “Haven’t you ever seen someone have a nightmare?”

Wen Zhiyu frowned. He knew he should give Lu Qingyun some space right now, but he couldn’t help worrying. He didn’t back down and spoke directly, “Your forehead is very hot.”

Lu Qingyun paused, raising a hand to touch his forehead. It did feel a bit warm. So he was feeling so miserable because he was sick.

He was inexplicably relieved, as if being vulnerable was only acceptable when he was ill. He didn’t want to admit his sadness.

Only then did he turn around and take the electronic thermometer handed to him by Bai Zhengchu, pointing it at his forehead.

38.6 degrees Celsius.

He really had a fever…

Lu Qingyun lay back down, planning to sleep a little more. Usually, he just slept off his illnesses.

Seeing him lie down again, Wen Zhiyu asked worriedly, “Are you very uncomfortable? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Lu Qingyun waved his hand, replying weakly.

“No need. I’ll be fine after I sleep for a while.”

“How can that be?” Wen Zhiyu sounded unconvinced, but his question was cut off by Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan was indeed the most reliable among the three. He pulled the other two aside and whispered, “You guys help him with physical cooling. I’ll go downstairs to buy some food and medicine.”

The three of them were surprisingly harmonious at this moment. Wen Zhiyu and Bai Zhengchu stayed behind, placing a damp towel on Lu Qingyun’s forehead, checking and replacing it occasionally.

When Yu Yuan returned with the supplies, the two looked over.

Bai Zhengchu’s bed was next to Lu Qingyun’s, so it was his job to wake him up.

He gently shook Lu Qingyun’s shoulder, waiting until Lu Qingyun opened his eyes in confusion before speaking, “Can you get up and eat some porridge, take the medicine, and then go back to sleep?”

Lu Qingyun felt dizzy, like he was about to vomit the next second. His body felt heavy and sinking, his face was constantly radiating heat, and his speech was muffled.

“Mmm, no…”

Bai Zhengchu felt distressed seeing him like this. He helped Lu Qingyun sit up completely, constantly offering comfort.

“Just drink a few mouthfuls. You’ll feel better after taking the medicine.”

He took the porridge handed up by the other two and fed Lu Qingyun with a spoon.

Lu Qingyun was supported by one of Bai Zhengchu’s arms, preventing his body from sinking, which also cleared his mind slightly. His dry lips sipped a mouthful of porridge.

Bai Zhengchu fed him spoon by spoon, then unwrapped the medicine and poured it into his hand for Lu Qingyun to take.

The Omega’s lips brushed against his hand as he groggily took the medicine, instinctively sucking on his palm. Bai Zhengchu’s hand trembled, his palm burning hot, feeling as if his skin might be scorched. His face instantly flushed crimson. So this was what his lips felt like—so soft…

He lowered his eyes, focusing on Lu Qingyun’s lips, watching the Omega swallow the medicine, and quickly handed him the water.

Seeing him finish, he sighed in relief, coughing a few times to cover his embarrassment, then suddenly remembered something and quickly clamped his mouth shut.

He helped Lu Qingyun lie down and watched him for a moment before the heat on his face subsided slightly.

Yu Yuan walked over and turned off the Dormitory light. They all kept their movements as quiet as possible, hoping Lu Qingyun could get a good night’s sleep.

Lu Qingyun felt like he slept in a daze for a long time, then suddenly heard someone calling his name, but his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Outside the Dormitory door.

Lu Chi straightened his clothes outside the door, confirmed the information again, then raised his hand and knocked hard on the Dormitory door several times. The door was quickly opened from inside, first revealing only darkness.

Lu Chi frowned, thinking, is he still not awake at this hour?

It was Wen Zhiyu who opened the door. From the darkness, he could clearly see the person in front of him. He certainly knew who this was. He became vigilant, stepped out of the Dormitory, closed the door, and then asked, “Can I help you?”