When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 101: Onset of the illness

The girl’s reaction was within Liang Zixiao’s expectations.

He was used to these types of girls who looked innocent and considered themselves high and mighty—not many women in the world disliked money. Her refusal now was just for show.

Liang Zixiao swallowed, "If you’re worried about the school finding out about underage romance, I don’t mind keeping it a secret. Once we both get tired of it, we can break up amicably, and I will..."

He gazed at the girl intensely, licking his lips subconsciously, "I will compensate you for any emotional or physical damages."

Jiang Shuyao hadn’t even reacted when the door behind her was kicked open.

Pei Yan strode in, his eyes fierce, and punched Liang Zixiao in the face, then dragged him by the hair into the bathroom.

Jiang Shuyao snapped back to reality, not caring that it was a men’s room, and followed in.

She was petrified by the scene before her.

Pei Yan’s eyes were terrifying as he slammed Liang Zixiao’s head mercilessly against the floor.

His lips tightly pressed, he seemed like a devil who had descended into hell.

Blood flowed down from Liang Zixiao’s head onto the tiled floor, dazzling the girl to the point of dizziness.

The person on the ground no longer had any strength to resist, but Pei Yan continued to beat him as if possessed.

Jiang Shuyao stood rigid, holding back tears and mustering the strength to step forward.

Her hands trembling, she reached out and hugged Pei Yan from behind.

"Stop hitting him."

"Stop it, Brother Yan."

Pei Yan’s fist stopped in midair, his muscles instantly going tense.

Just moments before, upon hearing that Jiang Shuyao was looking for Brother Yan, He Qingzhou sensed something was off.

He had not expected to rush over and witness such a scene.

Jiang Shuyao’s emotions, which she had struggled to keep in check, finally spiraled out of control.

She hugged the boy and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

In the cramped restroom, the girl’s cries, soft and helpless, struck Pei Yan’s heart with a dull ache.

After a while, he gradually let go of the person on the ground.

The violence in his body, following the "Brother Yan" she had just called out, receded like a tide.

He turned around and grasped the girl’s shoulders, his chest heaving slightly.

Pei Yan looked down at her, the depths of his eyes black and devoid of any light, his dry voice forcing a smile, "Don’t be afraid, I know my own strength."

At the entrance, He Qingzhou’s brow twitched violently.

Brother Yan sure knew how to comfort someone.

Liang Zixiao was unconscious on the ground, still bleeding. Was this what he calls ’knowing his own strength’?

He Qingzhou sighed heavily, his expression grave as he took out his phone and dialed emergency services.

Liang Zixiao, who had been vigorously scoring points on the basketball court just moments ago, now lay bloody in an ambulance.

The teachers and players from the vocational high school were nearly driven insane.

"What the hell happened? Who did Boss Liang get into a fight with?"

"I saw Pei Yan from Yunzhong come out from there too. It couldn’t be the work of the Demon King again, could it?"

"This Pei Yan is way too arrogant, daring to beat someone to a pulp in his own school. That’s not something a sane person would do!"

To avoid affecting the progression of the tournament, Yunzhong did not publicly disclose the core individuals involved in the incident.

However, it was a fact that Pei Yan was suspended.

He Qingzhou and the others had to step in as substitutes, and the future games would have to rely on the three of them to hold up.

There was no room for distraction on the basketball court. As the score rapidly evened out between the two teams, Chen Jin slapped himself hard, "Damn it, it’s all my fault."

Xu Kanfeng knew what he was blaming himself for.

If it weren’t for that blockhead glancing unintentionally towards the fire escape, Sister Yao wouldn’t have accidentally run into that scumbag Liang Zixiao.

Without that incident, Brother Yan wouldn’t have had an episode and hit someone.

But man’s calculations are no match for heaven’s, and no one expected things to turn out like this.

There was a security camera outside the male restroom.

As the first eyewitness to the whole incident, Jiang Shuyao was called to the academic affairs office alongside Pei Yan.

Principal Lu wasn’t at the school, so the matter fell on the head of the guidance department.

What a living ancestor.

One is Chairman Pei’s own son, the other a relative of Chairman Pei.

Boys are trouble, and girls who stand out at Yunzhong are just as much trouble.

This is difficult to handle!

Rubbing his temples with a stern face, the director hadn’t been able to sort out his thoughts even after the two children had entered the office and waited for a long time.

After a while, the cold-faced youth standing in front of the window spoke up, "I was the one who hit him; it has nothing to do with her. Let her go."

The guidance office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After hearing this, the guidance director didn’t fly into a rage, but calmly said, "Jiang Shuyao was at the scene at the time, it’s unlikely that we can leave her out of this. I only called her in to understand the situation first. This will help us have a basis for discussions with the vocational school later."

After all, the injured party was in critical condition.

The surveillance footage showed that it was this ancestor who suddenly rushed in and started hitting, before that, Liang Zixiao hadn’t made any provocative or infuriating movements.

The camera can record video but cannot capture audio.

So it’s naturally unknown what Liang Zixiao was saying when he moved his mouth.

And Jiang Shuyao was biting her lip, about to speak, when Pei Yan coldly interrupted her.

"If it comes down to it, just say I didn’t like the look of him and hit him because I wanted to, I have no objections to however the school wants to deal with it."

After speaking, he ignored the guidance director’s widened eyes, turned, brushed past the girl, and left the office with indifference.

Jiang Shuyao instinctively wanted to follow, but suddenly realized there was still someone in the office and turned her head to look at the guidance director.

The director waved his hand, "Go on, go to class and be at ease. We’ll wait to deal with the rest until Liang Zixiao wakes up."

Since transferring to Yunzhong, this was the first time she had come into contact with the strict and impartial director spoken of by her classmates, who didn’t seem as unapproachable as she’d imagined, and, in fact, seemed somewhat biased in handling this incident.

It seems you really can’t judge a person just by their appearance.

Jiang Shuyao walked out of the office and searched along the corridor.

Passing by the meeting room next door, a few junior high school teachers were talking about the recent fight, still shaken, "What’s with Chairman Pei’s son? He fights like his life depends on it. If something serious happens to the victim, the student’s parents will likely turn the school upside down."

"I heard that kid often gets into fights, breaking rules is a regular occurrence, and the school can’t control him. Chairman Pei doesn’t have time to discipline him, really doesn’t make things easy."

"This age’s boys are the most rebellious. These kinds of easily angry, extreme behaviors can easily trigger mental illnesses, parents should be attentive."

Jiang Shuyao cast her eyes down, feeling as if a stone was sinking in her heart, especially troubled.

She didn’t have the energy to think about anything else. Pei Yan had longer legs, and if she delayed any further, she really wouldn’t find him.

By the time she ran out of the administrative building, a light, fine rain had started to fall.

In the winter of November, the threads of rain mixed with the chill and pattered against her cheeks. She clenched her hands inside her coat pockets, her footsteps quickening toward the basketball court.

Her intuition told her that Pei Yan would be there.

The rain fell outside, the sky dim and gloomy.

The cold silhouette leaned against the protective net, letting the wind and rain beat upon him, like a lifeless sculpture.

Her vision gradually blurred, her body long since numb to the cold.

Soon, Jiang Shuyao calmed her emotions and slowly approached him.

Hearing footsteps, Pei Yan turned to look at her.

The girl’s hair was soaked in the rain.

Her lips were slightly pale, and she walked toward him without averting her eyes.