The Black-Hearted Beauty Is Spied On By Crazy Critics Again [Quickly Pass] Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Omega at the Aristocratic School 4 “Why are you here…”

Slam. The bathroom door closed behind him. Wen Zhiyu felt a slight numbness in the arm that had been touched, and his face grew warm. He looked up, and the slightly flushed face in the mirror was his own.

After the heat subsided a little, he reached out and gently rubbed the spot that had been touched.

Lu Qingyun actually touched him, and even spoke to him…

Before long, Wen Zhiyu sank back into low spirits.

Why was he injured?

Meanwhile, Lu Qingyun, the injured party already lying in his Dormitory bed, was unaware of what happened in the bathroom afterward. He was rather tired today and planned to sleep for a while. He lay down on his side, and something hard poked his leg.

Lu Qingyun reached out and retrieved it. It was the card. Influenced by his roommates earlier, he had almost forgotten to put the card away properly. He ran a hand through his hair and sat up. Just as he turned his head slightly, another roommate was standing by his bed. Lu Qingyun’s body jolted violently. He was startled by the black hair; the glance he cast sideways was like a black shadow flashing past.

Lu Qingyun took a deep breath, feeling somewhat speechless. Why were these roommates so ghostly?

Perhaps seeing Lu Qingyun suddenly sit up, the two of them made sudden eye contact.

Lu Qingyun drooped his eyes listlessly, not intending to speak. Just as he was about to get down from the bed, the roommate suddenly spoke.

He sounded quite cautious, “Are you trying to get something?” He watched Lu Qingyun’s movements, his voice growing softer as he spoke…

If Lu Qingyun ignored him, it would be quite awkward. He hesitated internally.

Lu Qingyun paused his movement, looked down at the backpack on the chair below, and slowly said, “That black backpack.”

The roommate’s eyes widened slightly, looking very surprised. He immediately went over and handed the backpack up.

Lu Qingyun rarely spoke in the Dormitory. No one could strike up a conversation with him, yet everyone’s gaze seemed focused on him. Even though he hadn’t said a word, he felt like the center of the Dormitory.

As long as he was present, everyone would unconsciously look over and instinctively stop talking, as if they didn’t want to disturb the tranquility.

Lu Qingyun possessed a unique temperament that was hard to describe, but seeing him always brought instant calm.

“Thank you.” A cool voice came from the upper bunk. Immediately, the weight in the roommate’s hand lightened, pulling him back to reality.

Lu Qingyun took the backpack. Their brief conversation ended just like that.

Lu Qingyun carefully put the card away, then took out his keypad phone, set an alarm, and slept soundly.

It was a very comfortable sleep. Not long after he lay down, someone conveniently turned off the Dormitory lights. Falling into darkness made the sleep exceptionally restful.

Lu Qingyun even had a rare pleasant dream. He dreamed that after completing his mission, he returned to his own world and became rich, no longer needing to worry about anything, and his health had improved. Of course, the pleasant dream was interrupted by the urgent alarm.

Lu Qingyun reached out and pressed the alarm off, then lay for another minute before sitting up.

He put on his slippers and dragged himself to the bathroom. A splash of cold water on his face finally woke him up. He looked at himself in the mirror. His black hair was flattened from sleep, contrasting with his pale face. His complexion was still poor; this body was truly hopeless.

Lu Qingyun patted his face, brushing these thoughts out of his mind, then tidied his clothes and went out.

By this time, the sun was still blazing, making everything hot. Lu Qingyun left the school, crossed two roads, and entered a Coffee Shop.

The owner sitting at the counter saw him and immediately stood up, his eyes full of concern.

“Little Lu, you finally came. Did something happen today?”

This Coffee Shop was where Lu Qingyun found work. Besides advancing his mission here, he earned money through this job. After all, who would complain about having too much money? Moreover, his identity here was temporary, so there was no need to study or plan for a future here. Therefore, outside of the mission, there was no need to go to that school every day and be stared at like a monkey.

Lu Qingyun curved his lips slightly, looking like a well-behaved child facing an elder. He smiled faintly and said, “I accidentally bumped my leg, so I’m a bit late. Uncle Jiang, don’t deduct my wages, okay?”

The older man in front of him was the Coffee Shop owner, Uncle Jiang. He knew a bit about Lu Qingyun’s situation and felt sorry for the child, so he had always treated Lu Qingyun well, giving him very easy tasks.

Hearing this, the man felt even more pity. “Your leg is injured like this, and you’re still talking about that?”

He helped Lu Qingyun to the side, forcing him to sit down steadily, and carefully examined the wound, occasionally letting out a soft “Ouch,” as if the injury were on his own leg.

Lu Qingyun was pressed down. He lowered his eyes to look at Uncle Jiang. His eyelashes fluttered, long lashes drooping, concealing his emotions.

He spoke after a long pause.

“It’s just… a minor injury,” he said. He hadn’t even felt pain, so why did his knee feel burning hot now?

Uncle Jiang interrupted him disapprovingly, rushing to the back room and bringing out his first-aid kit.

Lu Qingyun watched him, his eyes following the man’s figure back and forth. When he finally came back to his senses, his knee was completely wrapped, the bandage tied perfectly.

Lu Qingyun stared blankly for a moment…

“Thank you, Uncle Jiang.”

“Don’t mention it. Get better quickly and come back to work. Consider these few days paid sick leave.”

Lu Qingyun was stunned by this and quickly refused. Although his nature was inherently bad, he could distinguish right from wrong. Uncle Jiang was already very kind to him. Besides, he didn’t feel any pain at all. How could he accept this?

Three minutes later.

On the street outside the Coffee Shop entrance, Lu Qingyun was wheeled out, person and wheelchair included.

Lu Qingyun looked down at the wheelchair beneath him, not understanding how things had escalated to this point. Uncle Jiang had even arranged a wheelchair for him.

He turned his head, silently confronting the older man inside through the Coffee Shop’s transparent glass. The man waved his hand, urging him to leave quickly.

Lu Qingyun gave a strained smile. He wanted to leave now, but could this wheelchair be folded up?

He pushed the wheels a few times under Uncle Jiang’s satisfied gaze, successfully getting his hands dirty. This wheelchair was definitely dragging him down.

Under the scorching sun, Lu Qingyun laboriously pushed the wheelchair, breaking out in a sweat. He sighed softly, finally moving out of Uncle Jiang’s sight.

He stood up, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed the handles toward Shen Zhifan’s house. Since he was already out, he might as well advance the relationship between the characters.

After dropping out of school, Shen Zhifan picked up his father’s old trade, which was car repair. Their family courtyard served as the repair shop. Over the years, he had become more skilled, and his customer base grew. In the early years, there weren’t many customers, so the Protagonist Shou took on many part-time jobs, juggling several things at once. Now that things were better, he didn’t have to rush to different places every day.

Now, he worked as a mechanic at home, watched his younger brother in his spare time, and cooked meals punctually.

Lu Qingyun had been here a few times before, so he was relatively familiar with the route. When he arrived, Shen Zhifan was repairing a car at the entrance. The front of the car was dismantled, and Shen Zhifan was buried, studying it. It was too hot, so he was only wearing a sleeveless vest, his wheat-colored arms exposed to the sun.

Lu Qingyun thought, As expected of the protagonist. Being exposed to the sun like this every day, his skin was only an even wheat color, not black.

Shen Zhifan seemed to sense the movement. He remained focused on the car, speaking in a cold yet polite tone, “Are you here for a repair? Give me two minutes.”

Lu Qingyun rarely heard him speak in this tone and found it interesting. He dragged the wheelchair and sat down properly on the side.

When Shen Zhifan said two minutes, he meant two minutes. Two minutes later, he lifted his head from the front of the car. As he turned his head toward Lu Qingyun, his movement suddenly sped up, and he bumped with a bang against the pried-open car hood.

Lu Qingyun was startled by the sound. He blinked twice, frowning with a slight pang of concern.

Shen Zhifan rubbed his head and swayed over to him. Perhaps still dizzy from the bump, he didn’t notice Lu Qingyun’s injury.

“Why are you here?”

“Are you okay?”

The two spoke almost simultaneously. Lu Qingyun saw the man in front of him shake his head before speaking with a hint of teasing.

“Your customer couldn’t wait and left. Now only I remain.”

Shen Zhifan’s mouth unconsciously curved up. He still looked a bit dazed. He liked being teased by Lu Qingyun like this. This kind of Lu Qingyun was vibrant, a rare sight. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond, afraid of breaking the current atmosphere.

However, before he could think of a reply, Shen Zhifan realized what Lu Qingyun was sitting on, and his gaze shifted to his legs. The smile on his face froze.

“What happened to your leg?”

His face hardened, and his tone was anxious. It was fine at noon, so how did he get injured in just a moment?

He had seen Lu Qingyun being bullied this morning, and now this happened in the afternoon. Shen Zhifan found it hard to imagine why anyone would be willing to hurt someone like him. The Omega was handsome, his eyes always moist, and his personality was very good. Even if Lu Qingyun bullied him, Shen Zhifan felt there would be a reason for it.

Lu Qingyun briefly explained what happened and repeated many times that it had already been bandaged and was fine before Shen Zhifan finally let the matter drop.

He was pushed into the room by Shen Zhifan and once again felt the care from this friend. The Protagonist Shou truly lived up to his role as a perpetually caring older brother—meticulous and considerate, taking care of Lu Qingyun very comfortably.

Ultimately, Lu Qingyun successfully stayed for dinner after a series of feigned refusals. Shen Zhifan insisted on making it up to him and went out to buy ingredients.

He confidently left Lu Qingyun alone at home. Lu Qingyun wasn’t curious about other people’s privacy, but he was too bored, so he couldn’t resist looking around. The photo on the bedside table was displayed most prominently. He leaned closer to look.

It was a family portrait.

The photo was slightly faded but well-preserved. Placed in the frame, one could imagine the owner of the house looking at the frame every day.

The overall feeling of the photo was warm. The teenager standing in the front should be Shen Zhifan. He was young then, not fully grown, smiling widely. The middle-aged couple standing behind should be his parents. The middle-aged man was holding a child who was biting his finger, about to cry—that was Shen Zhifan’s younger brother, Shen Zhinian.

Lu Qingyun unconsciously smiled as he looked. What a warm family. But as he smiled, his lips stiffened again. He lowered his eyes and sighed silently. Fate never seemed kind to people.

Some people never experienced such warmth, while others had that warmth violently shattered.

“Little Brother Lu!”

The little boy’s childish voice diverted Lu Qingyun’s attention. He had just turned around when he was tackled in a full embrace.

Lu Qingyun lowered his head slightly and could just see the short-haired little boy, Shen Zhinian, the Protagonist Shou’s younger brother. Boys generally developed slower at this age. When Shen Zhinian stood straight, he only reached about Lu Qingyun’s nose when the latter was sitting.

Lu Qingyun casually patted the child’s head, making him stand straight.

“School’s out?”

Shen Zhinian nodded obediently, pointing at the person behind him, “Yeah, Big Brother bought lots of delicious food today.” When he spoke, he didn’t seem to want to stop, his mouth moving quickly. “And I heard Big Brother say your leg was hurt, so we definitely need to supplement it! I get to enjoy the good food too! But Little Brother Lu, is your leg really okay now…”

While Lu Qingyun dealt with the child, Shen Zhifan had already entered the kitchen and skillfully began cooking.

Saying he entered the kitchen wasn’t entirely accurate. All the spare space in their house was reserved for the outdoor courtyard for car repairs. There wasn’t much room inside. A simple sliding door separated the kitchen, and the rest was integrated. The bathroom was built in the courtyard. Looking into the room, one could only see the large sliding door, two beds, a bedside table, and a set of table and chairs.

Shen Zhifan could still hear their conversation from the kitchen. He unconsciously sped up his chopping, even wishing his cooking skills could be better.

However, if Lu Qingyun heard this, he would probably severely condemn this humblebragging behavior. He had eaten Shen Zhifan’s cooking before, and the skill was comparable to a master chef. Of course, it might also be because Lu Qingyun hadn’t eaten much good food.

Overall, Lu Qingyun truly hadn’t eaten much good food. Sometimes, he struggled to even get a normal meal.

His stomach problems were caused by frequently starving and then overeating. When he was little, whenever he came home after playing wildly, he never knew what to expect. Very occasionally, his mother would have cooked dinner and waited for him at the table. Those were usually his happiest moments; he would rush to the table to eat. But often, his mother was unhappy. She would suddenly burst into tears while watching him eat, and then he would become unhappy too.

Most of the time, however, he returned home to locked doors or an empty house. At the worst time, he had a high fever, but the door couldn’t be knocked open. He lay curled up in the corner of the stairwell, the high fever causing him to reveal his True Form. He was surrounded by a group of children who touched him. Some heavy-handed children pulled his fur. He stayed like that for a day and a half before his mother finally carried him home.

“Dinner is ready.”

Shen Zhifan came out of the kitchen carrying several plates, calling them over. He had made four dishes and one soup, each looking very appetizing.

Shen Zhinian pushed Lu Qingyun to wash his hands. Shen Zhifan helped them scoop rice into bowls and placed them on the table. He took off his apron and neatly placed it on a nearby chair.

The three of them sat together eating, looking very much like a family. Shen Zhifan occasionally helped both of them with food. They exchanged a few words, but most of the time, Shen Zhinian was talking, making the other two laugh.

After eating, Shen Zhifan skillfully got up to clear the table and carried the dishes into the kitchen.

That evening, Lu Qingyun was persuaded by the two of them to stay the night. He half-heartedly refused and then agreed. Shen Zhifan and his brother slept in one bed, leaving the other for him.

He ended up staying for two days, saving two days’ worth of food expenses.

He finally decided to leave when Shen Zhifan insisted on re-bandaging his leg. If the Protagonist Shou unwrapped the bandage and found it was already healed, wouldn’t that be disastrous?

During his two-day stay, the system determined that his relationship with Shen Zhifan had advanced, rewarding him with another 3,000 points. He had earned 300 yuan net in two days. Lu Qingyun left satisfied.

After leaving, Lu Qingyun found a corner and removed the gauze from his leg. His wound wasn’t serious to begin with and had already scabbed over. He couldn’t feel anything.

He pushed the wheelchair to return it to Uncle Jiang, showing his leg to assure Uncle Jiang that he no longer needed to worry.

During his two days at Shen Zhifan’s house, someone had called him. However, when he answered, the person on the other end didn’t say a word. Only the close sound of breathing told Lu Qingyun that someone was there. Lu Qingyun asked a few questions, but the person hung up.

Lu Qingyun couldn’t recall who knew his phone number. He barely knew anyone, and the reaction on the other end didn’t sound like a wrong number.

He considered whether it might have been Uncle Jiang calling out of concern, but that didn’t explain why the person didn’t speak.

Nevertheless, he decided to report that he was safe. He returned the wheelchair and spoke with Uncle Jiang for a few minutes before leaving.

On his way back to school, he encountered someone unexpected: Lu Chi.

Lu Chi looked utterly dejected for some reason, walking unsteadily, as if he were about to fall over at any moment.

Perhaps because it was late, there were only the two of them on the road. The streetlights couldn’t illuminate the entire path, leaving alternating patches of light and darkness. The surroundings were too quiet, a quietness that made one uneasy.

Lu Qingyun wanted to speed up, but Lu Chi was walking too slowly. This road was the only way back to school. If he walked past him directly, he would inevitably have to interact with him.

The black-haired Omega sighed silently, lowering his head. He had no choice but to slow his pace, watching his shadow sway slowly.

But Lu Chi was walking too slowly. Lu Qingyun really wanted to go up and kick him twice.

Thud.

Lu Qingyun froze. When he looked up, Lu Chi was no longer swaying but had collapsed onto the ground. However, it wasn’t Lu Qingyun who kicked him. He looked around at the sudden appearance of several dark figures. Before his mind could process it, his body’s instinctive avoidance mechanism kicked in, and he turned and ran.

But the figures had clearly planned this. When he turned around, there were still many people. They were all dressed in black, their heads completely covered. Several of them quickly surrounded the Omega.

Before losing consciousness, Lu Qingyun had only one thought.

He was too unlucky.