After handling everything, Lin Yu looked at Tang Manman, who stood obediently to the side with tearful eyes, and said:
"Go back to the classroom."
Tang Manman nodded meekly. After casting a timid glance at Lin Yu, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and turned to leave.
With the matter settled, Lin Yu ignored the sobbing delinquent with purple hair and headed upstairs.
Returning to the eighth floor, he entered the classroom and took his seat.
Lin Yu stared at the still-unopened Chinese textbook on his desk, but his mind was filled with the image of Tang Manman’s beautiful eyes—brimming with gratitude and something else, something deeper.
Lin Yu knew it. The very thing he had tried so hard to avoid had still happened.
But it wasn’t surprising.
Being saved from danger three times in twenty-four hours—even the most indifferent woman would feel her heart flutter!
So.
From now on, he had to make Tang Manman despise him.
Lin Yu steeled his resolve. If their paths crossed again, he would ensure she developed nothing but disgust for him.
Otherwise, if her goodwill kept growing…
She might willingly become the version of herself from that damn comic!
As the moderator of the Pure Love forum, he absolutely could not allow that!
Before the class bell could ring, several unfamiliar adults entered the classroom for some reason. Their stern gazes swept over every student in Class 6 of Grade 12 who didn’t look the part.
"Who is Lin Yu?"
A portly middle-aged man in a black-and-white striped shirt and black-framed glasses asked coldly.
"That’s me."
Lin Yu stood up from his seat and answered.
"Come with us."
The pot-bellied man ordered.
"Sure."
Lin Yu replied indifferently and stepped out.
Following the strangers out of the classroom, Lin Yu remained calm, showing no trace of worry or fear.
He had expected their arrival.
This was a real world, not some cheap adult comic where villains could commit unforgivable acts and skip off to the next chapter without consequences.
Here, just like in reality,
Every action carried its own price.
Take today, for example. Publicly bullying and assaulting a female student in front of everyone? That definitely wouldn’t fly under school rules.
Especially in the strictly regulated B Campus, during the critical merger of two schools—this was the perfect opportunity to make an example out of someone.
These unfamiliar faces were likely teachers from B Campus.
And Lin Yu knew exactly why they were here.
Someone must have reported what happened in the fourth-floor hallway.
Honestly, it would’ve been stranger if no one had.
Led into an office on the fifth floor, Lin Yu saw a few familiar faces he hadn’t parted with long ago. His expression stayed neutral.
He wasn’t afraid of facing severe punishment for the school bullying incident.
After all, he had technically stepped in to do the right thing.
At worst, he’d get a demerit.
Things unfolded just as Lin Yu predicted.
When the teachers learned that the purple-haired girl they had been defending—the one with a face swollen like a steamed bun—was actually the ringleader bullying Tang Manman, their expressions turned as if they’d swallowed flies.
The Dean of Discipline, in particular, looked downright furious. He glared at the cowering delinquent girl, his eyes practically screaming, Why didn’t that punk just beat you to death?!
The final verdict was almost exactly what Lin Yu expected.
Tang Manman, the most innocent victim, faced no punishment at all. She was only there as a witness.
The purple-haired girl and her gang of delinquents all received major demerits.
As for Lin Yu, he still had to be punished for hitting someone—but since his actions were justified as defending another, he only got a minor demerit. Nothing too severe.
The unluckiest one was Purple Hair.
When the purple-haired girl tried to gloss over her motives for bullying Tang Manman, Lin Yu didn’t hesitate to expose her lies and drag Purple Hair into it, even bringing up what had happened at noon the day before.
As for last night’s incident after school, Lin Yu chose to keep quiet—partly to ensure the delinquents would "take good care" of Tang Manman from now on, lest they risk another beating.
Soon after, Purple Hair was summoned, pale-faced.
As the root of all this trouble, he became the sacrificial lamb—the example meant to terrify the rest.
Expelled.
With everything settled, Lin Yu left the Dean of Discipline’s office and headed for the stairwell to go back upstairs.
Just then, a soft, hesitant voice called out from behind him.
"W-wait…"
Lin Yu paused mid-step at the sound but didn’t stop. Instead, he quickened his pace toward the stairs.
He recognized that voice—it was Tang Manman’s. The delinquent girl and her lackeys certainly didn’t sound that sweet.
But Lin Yu had no intention of engaging with her here.
In his plan, their next encounter needed to happen somewhere private.
That way, he could fully play the role of a scoundrel and rack up her disgust.
Here? No chance to say or do anything outrageous!
Ignoring the voice behind him, Lin Yu hurried upstairs.
Tang Manman stood alone at the fifth-floor stairwell, staring blankly at his retreating figure until it vanished around the corner. Only then did she finally walk away, her steps heavy with disappointment…
After lunch, Lin Yu sat under a willow tree at the edge of the schoolyard, straining to recall scenes from that adult comic, hoping to dredge up more details about the future.
But no matter how hard he scoured his memory, the information remained sparse—just the same few fragments.
The comic’s theme was NTR.
There were four female leads.
Each had their designated male counterpart.
Like that meek, clean-cut boy last night—the one who’d accompanied Tang Manman to deliver barbecue. He was her childhood sweetheart, the "official" male lead.
Thinking about him gave Lin Yu a headache.
What a spineless coward!
Normally, when faced with injustice, you could choose to intervene, walk away, turn back, or even pretend you saw nothing.
Looking out for yourself isn’t something to be ashamed of—everyone has their own life to live, their own loved ones to protect.
Staying out of trouble is just another way of taking responsibility.
But when the person suffering injustice is your own girlfriend? And you still choose to play dead?
Then you might as well just drop dead for real!
No wonder you got NTR’d!
Serves you right!
After mentally cursing the pathetic loser, Lin Yu took a deep breath and forced himself to stop thinking about the infuriating guy.
After calming his emotions, Lin Yu continued recalling the details from the adult manga.
Among the three female leads besides Tang Manman, one had an exceptionally stunning figure.
Judging by the woman's devilish physique at the end of the manga, even if she wasn’t a married woman, she had to be at least past her school years—definitely not a student.
A teacher, perhaps?
Or maybe some other profession?
Lin Yu couldn’t quite remember the specifics.
All he could recall was that her body was incredible!
Absolutely unreal!!!
Aside from those two, there was another female lead who left a faint impression on Lin Yu.
This one was flat-chested, petite, but undeniably gorgeous in the face.
Most likely, she was an adorable, underage little loli.
Hmm.
Fitting right into the stereotypical expectations of an adult manga artist.
What a scumbag!
As for the last heroine, Lin Yu couldn’t recall a single detail about her.
But there was one thing he was absolutely certain of—she definitely wasn’t Tang Manman’s mother.
Why?
Come on!
How could anyone forget such a wild, scandalous plot twist?!

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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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