DMMY Chapter 6: Contrast

At this moment, Sheng Yan’s trust in the Wish Fulfillment App had soared from thirty percent to sixty percent.

The reason it wasn’t a hundred percent was that before they fell out, Qin Zigui usually just let Sheng Yan have his way.

So it might not all be because of the app.

It was very likely just because it was his birthday today, and Qin Zigui still had a bit of conscience left, so he backed down.

As for what exactly was going on, he would have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

But Sheng Yan had always been the type who was easily satisfied and easily pleased, with his mood swinging quickly. Just a little sweetness could make him feel at ease both physically and mentally.

So the joy of achieving a phase of victory in the protracted battle with Qin Zigui had already washed away all his concerns about the wish-making app.

After hearing three more “Gege’s” contentedly, he ignored Qin Zigui’s icy gaze, proudly put on his slippers, and went to wash up and change.

There were three bathrooms in the house, one next to the living room for guests and the nanny to use, without a bathtub and personal toiletries. The other two were in the master bedroom on the second floor and Qin Zigu’s guest bedroom, both with bathtubs, and used for both dry and wet purposes.

Naturally, Sheng Yan couldn’t go upstairs to use Mr. and Mrs. Qin’s bathroom, so he could only go to Qin Zigu’s room to use his.

Leaving aside the issue, Qin Zigu’s bathroom was quite spacious, with toothpaste, toothbrushes, towels, combs, neatly arranged on both sides of the sink, facing each other without interfering with each other.

Who was rejecting whom was unclear.

Grumbling discontentedly, Sheng Yan picked up the toothpaste and was about to squeeze it out when he suddenly felt like there was something unresolved.

Not the aftermath of getting drunk, but something before getting drunk.

And it was related to Qin Zigu.

And he could vaguely sense that it was something that made him very angry.

But what exactly was it?

After thinking for a long time, Sheng Yan couldn’t remember, so he decided not to bother thinking about it.

Anyway, he now had a sixty percent chance of having a wish-making system, and when the time came, he could make Qin Zigui do whatever he wanted. These one or two little things weren’t a problem at all.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yan squeezed out a large blob of toothpaste.

He felt like he was entitled to indulge himself a little now.

—

In front of Qin Ru, lunch was eaten peacefully.

But as soon as they left the house after lunch, Sheng Yan revealed his true colors, carrying his backpack strap and holding it out to Qin Zigu: “Heavy.”

Qin Zigui took the backpack and slung it over one shoulder.

Inside the elevator, Sheng Yan raised his chin.

Qin Zigui casually pressed the button for the first floor.

When they reached the school gate, Sheng Yan stood with his hands in his pockets, motionless.

Qin Zigui carried the backpack on one shoulder, bent over to sign in.

They arrived at the back door of Class 2-6, and Sheng Yan sat down on his seat like a shopkeeper.

Qin Zigui helped him put away his backpack and took out a bottle of ice-cold soda and placed it next to him: “Anything else?”

“No.” Sheng Yan leaned lazily against the back of the chair, raised his right hand a few times, “Go do your thing.”

Extremely arrogant attitude.

But Qin Zigui just responded with a simple “Hmm” and turned to walk towards Class 1.

The students of Class 6, who were usually intimidated by Qin Zigu’s cold and ruthless aura and didn’t dare to get too close to him, were now showing a puzzled expression: “?”

What’s going on?

When did Qin Zigui become so approachable, kind, and friendly?

“Yan Ge, did you catch Qin Zigui doing something?” With his outstanding intelligence, Gou You made a careful deduction.

Sheng Yan, leaning back against the chair, twisted the soda can: “Nothing to catch, just business as usual.”

Recalling Sheng Yan’s appearance last night when he was about to kill someone with a knife, Gou You: “…”

Maybe he misunderstood the word “usual”.

Of course, he didn’t dare to say this to Sheng Yan, so he tentatively asked, “Maybe… Did something special happen between you two last night?”

For example, the extremely brutal school bully couldn’t stand the pretentiousness of the good student and beat him up in the corner until he cried and begged for mercy with red eyes.

After all, although everyone was a little afraid of Qin Zigui in ordinary times, it was only because of his aura. In fact, no one had ever seen Qin Zigui arguing or fighting with anyone, or even violating school rules. He was simply a model student who studied hard, abided by the rules, excelled in both academics and character. Compared to him, Sheng Yan, who skipped class and fought every day with scars on his forehead, seemed like a turbulent star of chaos in troubled times.

So Gou You thought more and more that if Sheng Yan wanted to subdue Qin Zigu, violence was the only way.

However, Sheng Yan thought of something else and tapped the soda can, not denying it: “Something special did happen.”

Like that wish-making app.

But he couldn’t say it for now, otherwise, he would seem like a lunatic.

But Gou You thought he had guessed right and slapped the table: “I knew it!”

Then he leaned closer and lowered his voice, “But Yan Ge, be careful. Qin Zigui is not like those hooligans outside. If you beat him up and he gets injured, won’t the weasel swallow you whole? But speaking of this… Yan Ge, did you find out?”

Sheng Yan took a sip of ice soda: “What?”

“How did Qin Zigui know that you were going to skip class and climb over the wall last night? And he even fooled you by pretending to be on duty. What was he trying to do?”

After Gou You finished speaking, Sheng Yan paused with his hand on the soda can.

No wonder he always felt like something was wrong.

It turned out he had forgotten about this.

Not bringing it up was fine, but once it was mentioned, Sheng Yan remembered Qin Zigu’s pretentious look when he lied to him last night, and a surge of anger rose in him. He coldly slapped the soda can on the table: “I’ll ask him after school.”

It was impossible not to settle the score with Qin Zigui over this.

How dare he lie to him?

Want to die.

So when school was out in the afternoon, Sheng Yan went to Class 1 with his backpack full of murderous intent.

Zhu Peng and Gou You followed with the intention of watching the excitement.

When they reached the back door, they ran into Lin Qian. Sheng Yan glanced into the classroom: “Where’s Qin Zigu?”

Lin Qian was packing up her bag: “He left early. Do you need him for something?”

Left again?

This person is not a coward, right?

Sheng Yan’s interest suddenly waned, about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and looked at Lin Qian, “Are you going to the back street for dinner?”

Lin Qian lowered his head to zip up his backpack, “Mm-hmm.”

Sheng Yan casually said, “Then come with us.”

“?” Lin Qian raised his eyebrows alertly, “Are you suddenly infatuated with me?”

Sheng Yan: “…”

This thought is quite unique.

To prevent Lin Qian from misunderstanding, Sheng Yan explained coldly, “I heard from Rang Ge that the group from Vocational High School plans to come to find trouble with you tonight. Join us to avoid trouble.”

Saying “avoid trouble” actually meant “make it convenient for me to beat them up.”

They thought Lin Qian might feel worried or scared after hearing this, but instead, Lin Qian just chuckled, “Really think I’m afraid of him? Let’s go, let’s go confront them instead. If I don’t teach them what it means to provoke trouble, they won’t understand the word ‘trouble.'”

After saying that, she swung her backpack onto her shoulder and walked with Sheng Yan towards the back street, accompanied by a group of friends.

The back street was an old street between Shiwai and Vocational High School that hadn’t been demolished yet. It was lined with internet cafes and snack shops, with abandoned alleys filled with debris everywhere, no one managing or monitoring them. The road conditions were like a maze, making it the perfect place for fights and rendezvous.

To get from Vocational High School to Shiwai, one had to pass through a narrow alley where a mute woman pushed a small cart, selling the best Chongqing noodles and wolf-tooth potatoes in the entire old street.

The group sat down at this noodle stall with unfriendly expressions, each ordering a bowl of noodles with extra spice, starting to wait for their targets.

Sheng Yan, raised in luxury, didn’t disdain street stalls, but he maintained a relatively decent posture and eating manners out of habit. He lazily sat on the chair, legs stretched out, eating slowly.

This was the first time for Zhu Peng and Gou You, so they tried to look tough, standing at the edge of the steps, holding their bowls, squatting down, trying to appear intimidating.

Lin Qian found the effect quite good and imitated them perfectly, squatting next to them.

The three of them squatted in a row, all wearing Shiwai school uniforms neatly.

After attracting countless curious glances from passersby, Sheng Yan moved the table and chairs back a meter, trying to draw a line.

But he was met with Zhu Peng’s lament, “Yan Ge, how can you despise us like this! We’re here to back you up! So when are they coming? We’ve been squatting here for half an hour, my legs are numb.”

Lin Qian, also tired from squatting, knocked her legs and complained, “Yeah, Sheng Yan, what if they don’t show up? We’ve wasted half an hour. If you just want to ask me out for dinner, it’s too late. We can only be in the most basic relationship of inviting and being invited.”

“Yeah, Yan Ge.” Gou You, holding his bowl, shook his legs like he had Parkinson’s, still gossiping, “Although the prodigal son may return, a good horse never turns back…”

Before he could finish saying “turns back,” Sheng Yan gave him a cold glance.

Gou You instantly shut up.

Sheng Yan didn’t care, but frowned slightly.

Ran Ge’s words were usually reliable, and he would have informed him in advance of any changes. Those uncouth bastards from Vocational High School had no reason to suddenly back off during dinner time.

So why hadn’t they come yet?

Intuitively, Sheng Yan felt something was off.

In the midst of it all, he noticed a fleeting figure at the end of the alley. His eyes narrowed, he stood up, slapped the money on the table, “You guys head back to school after eating. I have something to deal with.”

Quick to react, Gou You asked, “Found the enemy?”

“Yeah. A very cunning one, but I can handle it alone. Don’t come over.” Sheng Yan picked up his backpack and prepared to leave.

However, his movements were too abrupt, and the backpack accidentally hit the corner of the table, making a dull sound.

Gou You instinctively helped to steady it, then exclaimed, “What big heavy weapon did you bring, Yan Ge? Why is it so heavy?”

After saying that, he was about to open the zipper to take a look.

But Sheng Yan, as if afraid of being discovered, snatched it back, saying coldly, “If it’s not yours, don’t rummage through it.”

“It’s not, Yan Ge, fights are fights, but with this heavy thing in your bag, isn’t it dangerous? And it’s almost time for evening self-study, what if Qin Zigui catches you?” Gou You sounded genuinely anxious.

Lin Qian, however, was more interested in watching the drama. Sipping her North Ice Ocean, she said casually, “Don’t worry, Qin Zigui won’t be in evening self-study tonight.”

Sheng Yan looked back at her, “Did Weasel give him another leave slip?”

“No, Weasel  said in order to concentrate on preparing for the information competition, Qin Zigui can now leave school without a leave slip, and it’s okay to miss regular classes.”

“???” Sheng Yan couldn’t understand.

Every time he asked Weasel for a leave slip, it was as if he was asking for his life. It was impossible to succeed without days of persuasion. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have developed such proficiency in climbing walls.

Why did Qin Zigui not need a leave slip anymore?

It seemed that Zhu Peng, with the quickest reaction, used his chopsticks to gesture vaguely, “You’re different. Even if Qin Zigui skips class, it’s definitely because the classroom knowledge can’t keep up with his learning pace, so he’s studying on his own. He wouldn’t do anything illegal.”

Sheng Yan was speechless, “That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

Lin Qian nodded with the bottle in her arms, “At least you look like it.”

Sheng Yan: “???”

“Let me put it this way.” Lin Qian, the class monitor for Chinese, took the initiative to explain to him, “Both of you are handsome, but one looks like a debonair playboy, while the other has the aura of a dignified and abstinent person. If one day, you both show up in a nightclub with a minimum consumption of five hundred thousand, Sheng Yan, you’ll definitely be there to spend money, while Qin Zigui will definitely be there to bust gambling, drugs, and prostitution. Do you understand now?”

Understand.

Bullshit.

Where did these ingrained prejudices come from?

Sheng Yan felt like he was going to be driven crazy by these people.

But what was most infuriating was that he found himself unable to refute it.

Because it seemed like Qin Zigui, the big trash, had never really done anything out of line in his life, as if the words “model student” were carved into his DNA.

He was so boring, rigid, and lacking in humanity that Sheng Yan felt unlucky to be compared to him.

Sheng Yan threw his backpack over his shoulder irritably, “I know what I’m doing. Anyway, don’t follow me.”

With that, he walked briskly to the end of the alley, trying to track down the enemy’s path, as if afraid they would escape, while also guarding against any sudden attacks they might launch.

After finally finding his way to the other end of the alley, looking around, observing for a while, and confirming no one was there, he threw his backpack on the ground, squatted down, unzipped it, and solemnly took out a shiny and heavy—

Cat food.

A few months ago, when Sheng Yan came out to surf the internet, he encountered a coquettish little cat with bright orange fur but very thin.

A thin orange cat sounded like a cruel and rebellious creature, so Sheng Yan reluctantly got involved with it.

However, after feeding it well for a while, the cat disappeared. Sheng Yan searched for it with cat food for a week but couldn’t find it. Then, just now, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the ungrateful little fugitive’s figure.

The little fugitive looked even thinner now, so Sheng Yan had to catch it as soon as possible. He couldn’t care less about those delinquents for now; he just wanted to catch the cat first.

But he couldn’t tell anyone about this. Otherwise, the formidable and ruthless Shiwai school bully, known for his iron will and terrifying demeanor, would be ridiculed for skipping class and climbing walls just for a cat. It would be humiliating if this got out.

While thinking about this, Sheng Yan skillfully opened a box of cat food, tapped the edge of the can with the usual secret code, and called out, “Meow, meow.”

No response.

He called out “meow, meow” again, but still no response.

Even after calling out “meow, meow” again, there was still no response.

“Meow meow” was the name he gave to the little orange cat, and it always responded before it disappeared. But today, it didn’t respond.

Could it have fled again out of guilt?

Sheng Yan squatted down, searched through the piles of debris in the alley, and called out as he searched, “Meow, meow…”

Because he was afraid of scaring off this coquettish little fugitive, his tough and masculine voice had to sound gentle, with a slightly prolonged ending, carrying a hint of youthful coquetry.

Luckily, this alley was usually deserted. If someone else heard his disgusting and affected voice, he might have to kill them to defend the dignity of a tough guy.

As Sheng Yan pondered, he turned the corner and said, “Meow…”

Then he froze on the spot.

Because he suddenly saw a familiar pair of white sneakers, a section of Shiwai school trousers without a single wrinkle, and an exceptionally attractive hand hanging loosely.

The hand was very beautiful, with a cold bone structure, slender and symmetrical, with neatly trimmed nails. As usual, there was a fresh scratch near the base of the fingers, still oozing blood, as if from a recent fight.

And a bit further from where his line of sight intersected, a few yellow-haired delinquents were sitting against the opposite wall, crying with a mournful face, huddled together, shaking and holding their heads in a row, looking somewhat familiar.

There was a lot of information to process for a moment.

Sheng Yan didn’t react much, he looked up blankly, and coincidentally met Qin Zigui’s indifferent gaze. So he blinked slowly and emitted a sound that was stuck in his throat and hadn’t fully retracted yet, “… Meow?”

With a slight rise in the tail sound, he sounded both confused and coquettish.

Qin Zigui’s fingertips twitched as if he had been burned by this sound.

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