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 Song Yu's thin shoulders shrank.

He tried to ignore the word "serve" and just take it as the other party expressing affection.

"My family won't let me date." Thinking that Zhou Yanming was the first person to show him kindness after he accepted the mission, Song Yu added, "And I've done a lot of bad things, you'll find someone better."

Zhou Yanming hugged him and rubbed against his shoulder: "I've done even more bad things."

"You've seen the clothes in my closet, haven't you?"

Song Yu bit his lower lip.

The boy's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was confessing, but there was no remorse in his tone: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yu."

"Do you still like Xie Zhiyan? How about I pursue him for a while? Okay?"

The dormitory fell silent for a moment.

A few minutes later.

The person behind him hugged him tighter and tighter, making it hard for Song Yu to breathe. He let out short, labored gasps: "I'm not planning on dating right now. Zhou Yanming, get off... I have to go to the team tomorrow."

Although he expected to be rejected, Zhou Yanming stubbornly refused to leave: "My bed is too hard, and I haven't seen you in so long. I'm afraid you'll disappear again like before."

"You don't even reply to my messages. I'll never find you again."

Zhou Yanming, usually so cheerful and confident, became insecure in matters of the heart.

Afraid of waking his two roommates, and unable to explain himself, the boy could only lower his voice and plead pitifully: "I can't breathe." When

Song Yu acted coquettishly, the sports student dared not be assertive. But fearing that he would disappear the next day, he moved a little closer to the edge of the bed: "I won't squeeze you, go to sleep." Zhou

Yanming was lying on his side, only taking up a third of the space, his shoulder pressed tightly against him. Song Yu didn't say anything more and fell asleep to the sound of the other's slightly disordered breathing.

*

To ensure the plot progressed smoothly, Song Yu got up very early the next day and went to the training ground with Zhou Yanming.

The basketball team members were almost all sports majors; they had fewer exams and there was still some time before the school lockdown, so they arranged to train together.

It was cold, and Zhou Yanming wrapped Song Yu up tightly in a hat and scarf before he went out, but he didn't feel cold. Instead, he broke out in a light sweat due to nervousness.

In the original plot, he had been pretending to be close to Xie Zhiyan by associating with Zhou Yanming, but he accidentally left the secretly taken photos in the locker room. When he remembered them the next day, they had been discovered, and Lu Xing and Xie Zhiyan were also present. He would be publicly exposed for harassment and eventually reported to the principal.

Song Yu had never been reprimanded by so many people before, and he felt uneasy. Zhou Yanming

noticed the boy's unnatural expression: "Are you feeling unwell? Are you cold?"

Song Yu shook his head and tentatively asked, "Is everyone here?"

"Almost, one or two more. They've all gone to change into their uniforms."

Song Yu didn't say anything more and walked down the corridor with his head down. Two or three meters from the locker room, he heard a commotion coming from under the door—

"Who took this?!"

"I remember Song Yu, didn't he take pictures of Lao Zhou before?"

"But I've seen many photos, and Lao Zhou isn't in them."

Zhou Yanming heard his name and pushed open the door. Everyone was gathered around the communal locker room, each holding one or two photos.

Song Yu, who was right behind him, glanced at the photos. Lu Xing was there, but Xie Zhiyan wasn't.

Song Yu: [009, Xie Zhiyan isn't here.]

009 reassured him: [Host, let's see what they say first.]

One of the boys saw Song Yu and exclaimed in surprise, "Song Yu, you're finally back! Everyone missed you!"

After saying that, the people who had been gathered together put down their photos and surrounded Song Yu.

"You seem to have gotten even fairer."

"Your hat is so cute."

"How have you been at home lately?"

Everyone chimed in with their comments, and Song Yu responded to each one, but he was gradually becoming anxious.

Why doesn't anyone care about the photos anymore...

This plot seems to be going off track again.

Fortunately, Zhou Yanming chased everyone away with a sour face, and the topic returned to normal: "What photos?"

"They seem to be photos taken for our team, but why am I not in any of them?" The vice-captain spoke up, glancing at Song Yu, "Did you take these?"

Finally, the plot was back. According to his character, Song Yu couldn't admit it, and his strange expression would give the main characters something to notice.

His feelings at this moment were hard to describe; he was uneasy about the impending reprimand on one hand, and afraid of deviating from the plot on the other.

So he naturally kept a straight face, without even having to act.

Seeing the expression on Song Yu's face, Zhou Yanming remembered what happened last night and guessed that the boy might have accidentally left the photos here because he was dizzy from being kissed last night.

"Don't ruin it, my photo album is very expensive."

Everyone: "???"

The vice-captain couldn't help but complain: "I just looked at these photos, there aren't many of you in them."

A teammate chimed in: "Yeah, I think there are more photos of Xie Zhiyan."

Zhou Yanming scoffed and took the photos from everyone's hands: "If you're jealous that I have roommates taking photos for me, just say so, why do you have to—"

He stopped mid-sentence, his expression changing.

Of the dozen or so photos, only three featured him, and none of them were in the center.

But Xie Zhiyan was in every single one.

Zhou Yanming's heart sank, and Lu Xing, who hadn't spoken since the beginning, delivered a timely blow: "There are dates on the back, they were all taken at the beginning of last semester, you hadn't even spoken to Song Yu back then, had you?"

The tall basketball captain's face was incredibly sour, he pursed his lips and flipped the photos to the back.

On them was Song Yu's handwriting.

—You look great in the number 7 jersey.

—So you have muscles, that's impressive.

—Your basketball moves are so cool.

…

Finally, Song Yu's signature and the date.

The boy's handwriting was easy to read, neat and tidy, almost like printed text.

It was obvious these photos were taken of Xie Zhiyan.

Undoubtedly.

But Zhou Yanming quickly recovered from the shock. That was ages ago; Xie Zhiyan had done so much trash, he didn't deserve to like Song Yu anymore.

Song Yu clenched his fingers, nervously waiting for everyone to discover his harassment.

After everyone passed the photos around—

"I'm dying of laughter, this is the funniest joke I've heard all year. Xie Zhiyan's muscles are great."

"This guy probably isn't even in the top three in our team."

"It's my fault for not wearing enough clothes back then."

"Damn, is that all? This move is considered cool?"

"Is this guy just showing off?"

"I'm not kidding, I look better than him even with my eyes closed."

"He hasn't been on the team for so long, what muscles does he have left?"

"Xiao Yu is good at everything, except his taste is a bit low."

...

Song Yu: "..."

He looked at everyone blankly, completely unable to understand why the attack on him had turned into a critique of Xie Zhiyan's physique.

What's going on?

009: [Don't worry, host, the plot hasn't regressed yet.]

Song Yu continued to wait, and finally someone noticed something was wrong: "But why are they all taking pictures of Xie Zhiyan? Could it be..."

Originally, the plot was supposed to develop to the point where Xie Zhiyan began to suspect that he was the harasser, but since the other party wasn't there, Song Yu could only rely on Lu Xing.

As a result, he looked up and met the other party's gaze.

Lu Xing's cold tone carried a hint of disdain: "I lent him the number 7 jersey, I usually wear it."

The implication was clear—I look better in it than him.

Song Yu: "..."

He moved his lips, about to say something suspicious to arouse suspicion, but Zhou Yanming suddenly put his arm around his shoulder: "Xiao Yu took pictures of all the photos of our team, and even categorized them. These happen to be Xie Zhiyan's." Everyone suddenly realized

.

"Oh, I see."

"I knew there was nothing to photograph about that pretty boy Xie Zhiyan."

"It's no wonder Song Yu praised him so much."

Song Yu stared blankly up at Zhou Yanming, who was currently sorting the photos and stuffing them into his bag: "Don't lose them again."

Although it was thoughtful, it completely deviated from the plot. Song Yu opened his mouth, but the OOC warning in his mind immediately came back. Helpless, he could only say "Mmm," waiting for someone to become suspicious.

As a result, for the entire day, this group of people never suspected the photos. They even started taking off their shirts while playing basketball and asked Song Yu if he had taken any pictures.

Surrounded by a group of peacocks and forced to take out his phone to take pictures, Song Yu: "..."

At this rate, the progress bar won't increase. After discussing for several hours, Song Yu and 009 decided to post anonymously on the forum.

The posts contained sexually harassing text messages Song Yu had sent to Xie Zhiyan, along with photos of him being followed.

Xie Zhiyan's face was blurred in the photos, but his was clearly visible.

This method proved effective immediately, and even exam week couldn't stop the gossip-loving public.

Because Song Yu's face was so clear in the photos, people quickly dug up his information.

[1L: Holy crap! If it weren't for the background, I would have thought he was being followed.] [2L

: But these photos don't prove anything, right?]

[3L: This is stalking? Such obvious stalking?]

[4L: And these text messages don't look like sexual harassment, at most it's a confession. And it was only half-sent, we didn't even see what the other person sent.]

Of course, some directly cursed Song Yu.

[1L: This isn't stalking?]

[2L: Sending messages with another phone number, stalking and taking photos secretly, hmm… how isn't this harassment?] [

3L: Don't ignore the harassment just because someone is good-looking.]

...

The gossip appeared suddenly, with little evidence. People holding opposing views argued all the way, with thousands of comments in the thread, pushing the post to the top with a red "Hot" sign next to the title.

Soon, Song Yu saw the progress bar reach 98%.

Finally, only a little bit left.

009: [The last bit is the protagonist's career storyline. We just need to wait. It will probably take about half a month.]

Song Yu nodded.

Staring at the screen for a long time was tiring, so he didn't look at his phone anymore and slept until dark.

When he woke up, the post was even hotter, but the direction... seemed to have changed.

009: [Xie Zhiyan posted your chat history with you under his real name in the comments, saying that these were all sent during your relationship.]

Wh-what?

Song Yu was stunned.

He scrolled down and quickly found Xie Zhiyan's thread.

Several photos were Xie Zhiyan's replies to his messages, but the photos were all covered with a mosaic.

He clicked, and there were already thousands of replies.

[1L: Ahhhhh! Why did you post this during my exams?!]

[2L: Love is a couple's pastime, hehehe, I'm willing to be part of your play.]

[3L: Take me with you, I just need to stay under the bed!]

[4L: But this Xie, the school heartthrob, what did you send to your wife? Even though it's censored, I can guess, is she showing off her muscles?]

[5L: Waaaaah, wife, don't look at this slutty stuff!]

From this thread onward, everyone started calling Song Yu "wife," and some even went further, calling him "baby."

Song Yu: "..."

He continued scrolling down with his blushing fingertips, but what followed was even more outrageous—

[Did your wife send photos too?]

[Damn, the censorship is so thick, I can't see anything.]

[I bet it's that kind of photo, hehehe.]

[Baby, don't send it, waaaaah, or send me a copy!] 【

The food looks so good, baby, let me have some too…】

…

How…how could this happen?

The person who was supposed to expose his sexual harassment, how could this… If this continues, he won't be able to drop out of school. Song Yu was unwilling to give up, so he had 009 create several alternate accounts to repeatedly post under the thread, exposing all the bad things he had done.

As a result, they were quickly attacked by everyone and even reported and banned.

Song Yu: “…”

But what he said was all true.

His head was spinning.

The boy stared helplessly at the post, but the next second, it showed that the post had been deleted due to a network error.

He thought it was a problem with his phone, and tried exiting several times, but couldn't find it again.

Just as he was about to ask 009 what was going on, his phone screen lit up with a caller ID.

Song Yu looked down—

the name “Song Xu” lit up.

*

In the back seat of the car, the man beside him was clearly radiating a low-pressure aura.

Song Yu glanced at him. Perhaps because he was used to the darkness, Song Xu could hear these subtle movements and immediately looked over. Those eyes were dark and empty, unfocused, hovering in mid-air, making them appear even colder and deeper.

They were angry.

After learning from 009 that the post had been deleted by Song Xu, Song Yu had a bad feeling—after all, knowing that his younger brother was such a bad kid who sexually harassed others would usually disappoint most parents, and might even result in a beating.

He could understand Song Xu's feelings at this moment, but he was still instinctively afraid.

The man's expressionless face was even more terrifying than usual, like the calm before a storm.

If it were Song Yu himself, he might have just grabbed Song Xu's arm and apologized, maybe that would calm him down a bit. But that wouldn't fit his persona.

Not only could he not act cute, he also had to go against Song Xu.

This was too scary…

Song Yu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pretended to be a rebellious teenager: "I still have exams, why are you taking me home? Let me out of the car!"

He seemed to be doing a good job.

As a result, Song Xu's face grew even colder.

The man finally opened his mouth. Song Yu bit his lower lip nervously. The next second, he heard the other man's icy voice: "You didn't take the exam."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "You had someone spy on me?"

Song Xu didn't speak, which was tantamount to admitting it. Song Yu was really unhappy this time: "It's wrong of you to restrict my freedom like this, even though I'm your brother—" "

Not your brother." Song Xu suddenly interrupted him.

Song Yu didn't react: "...What?"

"We're not family, Song Yu."

Had he already disappointed him to the point of wanting to sever ties with him? Song Yu's nose tingled, and his temper flared up. His voice was tinged with a slight sob: "Whatever, I don't need a brother who spyes on me anyway."

After saying that, he turned his head and leaned against the car window, looking like he didn't want to talk to anyone.

The driver in the front seat didn't dare to breathe too loudly because of the atmosphere. After driving to the underground garage of the villa, he immediately got out of the car as Mr. Song had instructed earlier, leaving the two of them in this suffocating space.

He probably wouldn't hit anyone directly, right? Their CEO Song doesn't seem to have a tendency towards domestic violence; at most, he'd yell at someone until they cried.

But if the other person is family, things might be different.

Imagining the tall, imposing man holding the rebellious, handsome young master down on his lap and spanking him, the young master crying and yelling, the driver couldn't help but turn around.

Thankfully, no one paid any attention.

These kinds of family matters are none of an outsider's business, so he immediately disappeared from the garage.

When Song Yu came to his senses, he was already home. He grabbed his backpack and reached out his right hand to open the car door.

But the door was firmly shut.

Song Yu tried several more times, his fingers rubbing red, but he couldn't open it.

He gritted his teeth, turned to Song Xu, and snapped, "Why won't you open the door?"

Song Xu's voice was calm: "We need to talk."

"If I don't talk to you, we're not family anymore." Song Yu was actually quite bothered by Song Xu's words; his eyes even stung when he heard them. He sullenly ignored him, got up, walked past Song Xu, and reached for the other car door.

The man's legs took up a lot of space, and Song Yu, who had risen suddenly, bumped into his knee and lost his balance, tripping over him.

The next moment, he was forcefully pulled around the waist. Song Yu looked at Song Xu, whose face was tense, his eyes dark and lifeless.

Was he going to hit him…?

Startled, Song Yu immediately stood up, but the next moment, his shoulder was pressed down.

Song Xu tilted his head slightly: "Xiao Yu, I feel like I don't understand you at all."

Even though he couldn't see, Song Xu knew very well Song Yu's expression at this moment; it must be like a frightened deer, staring wide-eyed at him without any defenses. The boy

was usually so unguarded and without any vigilance towards everyone.

That's why those stray dogs were even more rampant.

Song Xu's expression was somber, his tone deliberate and calm, yet chilling: "Have all those men bullied you?"

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