[BL] Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 22.2 - Speech

Song Yu walked forward towards the wall.

Zhu Zhixing stiffened as soon as he approached. He even stopped breathing.

Song Yu was taller than him, and he stood up straight.

He lifted his head, looking up at the graffiti beneath the love tree. His voice was distant, "Why did you target Xie Sui like that in junior high."

Zhu Zhixing's fingers trembled, his small eyes staring in front of him.

Messy lines of text, childish patterns.

Why had he targeted Xie Sui... probably, it was all due to jealousy. He was good looking, had good grades, and the people he tried his best to please only paid attention to Xie Sui. In the narrow building corridors, amidst endless cursing and swearing that took place every day, there were also the hateful discussions about Xie Sui's mother. Malice was born, and false information was spread. He'd gotten used to it after a long time.

But it was now too late to say all of that.

Zhu Zhixing's brain was blank. He'd been frightened by Song Yu in the billiards hall, and now the fear still lingered in his mind.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive today.

Tears came down again and he cried in a hoarse voice.

"I was wrong, big brother, I was wrong, I won't talk nonsense again in the future, really."

Song Yu: "Tell him why."

Zhu Zhixing's nose was red, his eyes tearful as he looked at him, not understanding what he wanted.

Song Yu continued, "Junior high class group. Maybe he really doesn't care, but this is a long overdue apology that you guys owe him."

For Zhu Zhixing, this night was really a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

His spirit was tense, his limbs stiff.

What people feared most was always the threat of the unknown.

Fear and regret flooded his mind, tearing through his thoughts.

He was scared out of his wits, standing alone by the wall as he scraped off the words bit by bit, his fingertips hurt and bleeding, but he didn't dare stop.

"Let's go, it's almost seven."

Song Yu turned away.

Ma Xiaoding was still indignant, "Brother Yu! Are we just going to let him go like that?"

Song Yu glanced at him, "You beating him up won't be as effective as this in teaching him a lesson."

Ma Xiaoding choked and thought of Zhu Zhixing's scared silly expression as he stood in front of the wall. He had to shut up.

It seemed like there was some truth there, and Zhu Zhixing, this fool, had better not think about going home tonight. Just let him stay there.

Song Yu and Xie Sui walked ahead.

The September night wind was dry and hot. The earth was an orange red, and the sky was gradually darkening while the high buildings cast shadows over the world. There were many camphor trees planted on both sides of the road, and the leaves on the ground danced with the wind.

Song Yu quietly turned his head over to look at Xie Sui.

Although he'd issued a challenge and beat people up today, and his movements had been like floating clouds and flowing water, in retrospect, he felt a little uncertain.