“Li Miao! Come out here for a moment.” The homeroom teacher appeared at the back door.
Li Miao had no choice but to stop talking, stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and followed lazily behind the homeroom teacher.
They arrived at the dean’s office.
The dean sighed and rubbed his smooth, shiny bald head, his toupee lying quietly on the table nearby.
Li Cheng stood there arrogantly, his face bruised and swollen, looking just like a pig with its head held high.
Li Miao averted his gaze and walked toward Li Cheng, who cowered closer to the dean, but Li Miao sat down on the sofa behind Li Cheng as if nothing was wrong.
He only wanted to sit on the sofa… Li Cheng blushed with embarrassment at his own overreaction.
“Do you know you were wrong?” the dean sighed.
Silence.
After a couple of seconds, Li Miao, who was sitting with his legs crossed, kicked Li Cheng with his foot. “The dean is talking to you!”
For a moment, the gazes of all three people in the room turned to him.
“Me?” Li Cheng pointed at himself in disbelief. “The dean was clearly talking to you!”
“How is that possible?” Li Miao raised an eyebrow. “He was clearly talking to you.”
“He was talking to you!” Li Cheng started to get anxious.
“Enough!” The dean felt like his head was about to explode, interrupting their childish argument.
“Li Miao,” he called by name, “did you cause the injuries on Student Li Cheng’s face?”
With someone backing him up, Li Cheng stiffened his neck and looked at Li Miao.
“Yeah.” Li Miao nodded indifferently.
He leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, looking even more composed than the dean.
The dean hadn’t expected him to admit it so calmly, but then he thought, this is Li Miao, so it wasn’t that hard to accept.
“Why did you assault a classmate?” the dean continued.
“Of course, because he deserved a beating.”
Li Miao’s tone was so nonchalant that the dean started to think he was the one overreacting.
The dean was momentarily speechless. “Why did he deserve it?”
Li Miao gave Li Cheng a half-smile, causing alarm bells to ring in Li Cheng’s mind. The next second, Li Miao pulled out his phone from his pocket and pressed play.
『…From now on, I’ll have your backs. If Li Miao does anything you don’t like, just tell me!』
Li Cheng’s smug voice echoed through the empty office.
“No… I…” Li Cheng’s eyes widened, and he looked at the homeroom teacher for help.
The homeroom teacher hadn’t expected this twist either; he frowned and paid no further attention to Li Cheng.
Li Cheng’s heart sank. How insidious! He actually recorded it!!!
“Dean, when faced with school bullying, shouldn’t we bravely say no?” The phone spun between his fingers as Li Miao smiled sweetly at the dean.
“…Yes.”
“There you go.” Li Miao uncrossed his legs and stood up, making eye contact with Li Cheng. “Given that Student Li Cheng publicly stated in the class that he was going to bully me, I had no choice but to resist. That’s perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”
How is that reasonable??? His face was beaten to this state!
Li Cheng’s pupils dilated in shock; he turned to the dean, only to see the dean looking thoughtful.
He pointed at his bruised and swollen face. “Dean! You can’t just take his word for it! Look at my face!”
The dean glanced at him and then looked away. “Mm, I’m aware of the situation. We’ll analyze it case by case. Classmate Li, don’t worry, we’ll handle it properly…”
After a round of bureaucratic talk, the dean changed the subject. “You see, Student Li Miao was wrong to use force, but since you were the one who spoke rudely first, you’re both at fault. How about… we just reconcile?”
One was the second young master of the main Li family, the other was a child from a branch family. The dean naturally had a preference.
Hitting someone was certainly wrong, but Li Miao had cleverly given him an out, so the matter was different now.
He didn’t want to offend the main Li family over this either.
“Dean!” Li Cheng looked at the dean in disbelief.
Facing that pitiful face, the dean’s gaze wavered. “…But regardless, Student Li Miao, you can’t hit people. Let’s not have a next time.”
“Sure, I definitely won’t hit next time.” Li Miao agreed cheekily, raised an eyebrow at Li Cheng, and left.
After Jiang Luo heard that Li Miao had been called away by the homeroom teacher, he could barely hide the smile on his face. He expected Li Miao to be humiliated, but to his surprise, Li Miao returned unscathed shortly after.
How could this be? The smile in Jiang Luo’s eyes faded, and a trace of panic flashed through.
Although Nan’en was an aristocratic academy, the teachers were still fairly impartial. How could they let Li Miao off so easily?
Could it be that Li Miao’s behavior was so bad this time that the homeroom teacher was going to announce it in class? That must be it! Jiang Luo comforted himself.
But unfortunately, the homeroom teacher who followed Li Miao in acted as if nothing had happened and didn’t say a word.
Not only that, after class, Jiang Luo heard classmates discussing that something had happened in the dean’s office. They said Li Cheng was so angry that he almost fainted, and it took both the homeroom teacher and the dean to support him. He had been taken home to rest.
Had Nan’en been so corrupted by power? A look of sorrow flashed in Jiang Luo’s eyes. This school was beyond saving.
Heaven had given him another chance; it must be to let him change all of this, right?
When Shen Yu arrived at Li Miao’s house, it was already dark. Li Miao had just taken a shower.
“Second young master, Student Shen is here to see you.” The butler walked to the bedroom door.
“Mm, let him in.” Li Miao roughly dried his hair with a towel and walked out of the bedroom in slippers.
After the butler brought him in, he left. Shen Yu walked around and found Li Miao at the bar.
On the first floor of the villa, there was a small bar area with warm, dim lighting.
Li Miao sat on a bar stool, one long leg on the ground and the other bent. His black silk pajamas made his skin look fair, and he held a wine glass with slender fingers.
Shen Yu stopped two steps away from him.
“Care for a drink?” Li Miao picked up a glass bottle from the bar, tilted it, and a clear liquid poured down.
Li Miao pushed another glass in front of Shen Yu.
“I don’t drink.” Shen Yu stared at the glass for two seconds. The clear liquid rippled under the warm yellow light.
A hint of a smile flashed in Li Miao’s eyes. “It’s water.”
With that, he brought his own glass to his lips, took a sip, and his expression didn’t change.
Shen Yu hesitated, then picked up the glass and took a sip. The next second, he coughed violently.
It was alcohol, and strong alcohol at that.
“Hahaha…” Li Miao burst into laughter, bent over with laughter. He stood up. “Come on, I’ll get you the laundry detergent.”
“Here.” Li Miao hooked a paper bag with his finger and handed it to Shen Yu. “Your stuff.”
Shen Yu took the bag. Li Miao thought he would leave, but Shen Yu stopped and stared at him.
“What?” Li Miao raised an eyebrow.
Shen Yu stared at Li Miao’s wet, messy hair. “Your hair isn’t dry.”
Li Miao was a bit surprised and examined Shen Yu’s expression. Could he be drunk? This dignified villain, with such bad alcohol tolerance?
“Then… will you help me blow-dry it?” Li Miao asked tentatively.
“Mm.” To his surprise, Shen Yu really nodded seriously.