Chapter Twenty-Nine: Have I Become a Rogue?

Nangong Yuchen dashed wildly down the corridor, fleeing the office in a panic. The thought of what had just happened sent chills through his heart; he couldn’t believe he’d dared to doubt the strict homeroom teacher. Who knew how that tigress would punish him in the days to come?

Yet, as he reflected, he couldn't help but admit that Shangguan Luohua was truly beautiful. Her voluptuous, enchanting figure was like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring charm that captivated him at every turn.

“Sigh! How does that tigress’s husband even survive?” Nangong Yuchen mused inwardly. Ordinary men surely couldn’t endure her; most would’ve been drained dry long ago!

“What am I thinking?!” He shook his head vigorously to dispel those wild thoughts and hurried toward the classroom.

He realized that the gloom and hatred from that morning—born from the incident with Cheng Shiyu—had been swept away by the unexpected events. Now, there was only a strange mix of amusement and resignation at the bottom of his heart.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the classroom door. As soon as he stepped inside, he noticed that every gaze in the room was fixed upon him. Each look carried a peculiar disdain and an indescribable strangeness.

“What’s going on?” Nangong Yuchen’s face was full of confusion. He had no idea what had happened and could only endure the stares as he made his way to his desk at the back.

But as he passed by the girls’ seats, it was obvious they all edged away, pressing their skirt hems down with their hands and shooting him looks of disgust.

“Uh…” Nangong Yuchen was baffled by their reaction, finally scratching his nose as he sat at his desk.

“Nangong, you really are my hero! So… so impressive!” As soon as he sat down, Le Han, beside him, looked at him with admiration and raised a thumb.

“What hero?” Nangong Yuchen puzzled, his face full of bewilderment.

Le Han grinned slyly, elbowing him. “Come on, Nangong, stop pretending. We’re buddies—you don’t need to hide from me, right?”

“Me… pretending?” Nangong Yuchen, annoyed, slapped him on the head and pressed, “You idiot, tell me what happened! Why are all the girls looking at me with disdain? And the boys, why are they glaring at me like I’m their enemy?”

“Haha!” Le Han couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

At once, the whole class turned their attention to them again.

At the forefront was Angel, seated in the first row. She curled her lip in contempt and muttered, “Pervert! Bastard!”

The other girls and boys seemed too timid to speak—the example of Lu Ling, who hadn’t returned to class since that day, was still fresh in their minds. Who knew if Nangong Yuchen would snap and beat them up? So, one by one, they kept silent, though their hostile expressions remained.

“Angel? Explain yourself—who are you calling a pervert?” Nangong Yuchen demanded, his face darkening. He was sure he hadn’t done anything to her.

“Hmph!” But he was disappointed. Angel snorted coldly and turned her head away, ignoring him.

Le Han saw Angel’s reaction and suddenly understood. No wonder, after the two went together to Sunny Lake Town on Saturday, the class monitor had been so cold to Nangong. Normally, classmates would grow closer after such outings, but this time it was the opposite. Clearly—

Nangong must have done something inappropriate to Angel, or even something more…

If he wasn’t that sort of person, why did he do what he did to Cheng Shiyu this morning—even under her skirt, and at the academy gates, no less? If he could do that to her, surely he wouldn’t spare Angel, especially when they went off alone to the dense forests of Sunny Lake Town!

Heh… Le Han’s mind raced, countless thoughts flashing past in an instant. Once he was sure, he declared with righteous indignation, “Nangong, how can you not take responsibility for the class monitor?”

He said this out of a sense of gratitude to Angel.

“What?” Now, not only Nangong Yuchen, but all the other students stared in shock, glancing from Nangong to Angel in the front row.

“You idiot, what nonsense are you spouting!” Feeling the frosty stares around him, Nangong Yuchen clamped Le Han’s mouth shut.

At the same moment, Angel, who had just turned away, spun back. Her cheeks burned crimson as she stammered, “Le Han, what are you talking about?”

Le Han struggled free from Nangong’s grip, looked at Angel, and patted his chest with his uninjured left hand. “Don’t worry, class monitor. I know you and Nangong went to the valley at Sunny Lake Town to enjoy the scenery, and I know what he did to you. I’ll make sure he takes responsibility!”

“You…” Angel’s blush spread all the way to her ears. Her thoughts couldn’t keep up—weren’t they just talking about the video? How had it suddenly shifted to her, and those gazes around her…

Nangong Yuchen’s face was now as dark as a kettle bottom. He couldn’t take it anymore, grabbed his textbook, and slammed it down on Le Han’s head.

“I never realized Nangong was that kind of person!”

“Yeah, he wasn’t like this when he used to fail P.E.”

“Is this the real him, now that he’s got strength?”

“Exactly, having the class monitor isn’t enough—now he’s going after Cheng Shiyu too!”

As the class began to gossip and condemn him, the bell rang for the next lesson.

It was Chinese class. With the arrival of an older teacher, all talk of Nangong Yuchen abruptly ceased.

…

Beneath their desks, Nangong Yuchen and Le Han huddled together, watching the video on their phone.

“This…” After viewing it, Nangong Yuchen’s face turned even darker. No wonder the classmates had reacted so strangely, and the girls were so disgusted—so that’s what happened!

“Phew!” Nangong Yuchen was speechless. That morning's incident was entirely accidental; he hadn’t wanted to get knocked down, but the opponent was so strong he had no choice. Now, seeing the comments beneath the video, he realized he’d really gotten himself into trouble!

Comment after comment threatened to cut him down or wipe him out—just how many admirers did Cheng Shiyu have? Would he now be hunted by boys from all thirty-six classes of the Star Academy’s freshmen, sophomores, and seniors?

“Damn!” In that moment, Nangong Yuchen felt the urge to curse aloud.

“Haha!” Le Han watched his gloomy expression and stifled his laughter. “Don’t worry too much, Nangong. Maybe in a few days the fuss will die down.”

“You’ve got some nerve saying that!” Nangong Yuchen looked at him in exasperation, finally suppressing his irritation to ask about more important matters.

“By the way, Le Han, about that mech shop I asked you about over the weekend—what’s the story?”