"Y-yes."
"Aren't classmates supposed to help each other?"
"Th-that's right."
"So, you encountered someone taking secret photos?"
Su Cheng asked.
After pondering for a moment, he guessed the trouble the two might have encountered.
In the past, when he wore his school uniform, people would often secretly photograph him, let alone these two beautiful girls before him.
"You..."
Zhao Yan was startled, not expecting Su Cheng's thinking to be so sharp, guessing it directly.
"How did you know!"
Xuan Ying blurted out in surprise, inadvertently confessing.
Seeing their reactions, Su Cheng's heart sank. He then looked at Zhao Yan, seeing her eyes flickering, even lowering her head sheepishly, unable to meet his gaze.
"A-alright."
Zhao Yan took a deep breath, then raised her head to look at Su Cheng: "Someone just took photos of us eating without our permission."
"It was a greasy fat pig who took our photos and wouldn't admit it, even saying we were narcissistic. It's really too despicable!"
Xuan Ying said angrily, her eyes looking towards the alley entrance where the person had just escaped.
"I understand. Watch my bike for me."
Su Cheng said, parking his bicycle in front of the two, then turning to chase into the small alley.
He couldn't sit idly by when someone was bullying his classmates.
"Please wait!"
Zhao Yan hurriedly spoke up.
They were originally here to protect Su Cheng, but now they were causing trouble for him instead.
She grabbed Su Cheng's arm, her face serious as she said: "It's just a photo of us eating, it's not a big deal."
Su Cheng paused his steps slightly, turning his head to say: "If this kind of photo spreads, it would definitely have a bad impact on you."
"It's okay."
Zhao Yan waved her hand lightly.
"Please don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not confident about."
He solemnly promised.
"But..."
Xuan Ying looked at Zhao Yan, then at Su Cheng, and said: "Then let me go with you?"
Su Cheng was slightly stunned, but he shook his head: "No need, you two wait here for me, I'll be right back!"
His tone was resolute and unquestionable.
At this moment, the two girls could see a strong side to him, which was the first time they had seen such an assertive aspect of Su Cheng.
This also made the two girls understand Su Cheng's determination to protect them.
Just like how they wanted to protect him.
This feeling of mutual protection filled their hearts with warmth. They had originally thought that even if Su Cheng didn't dislike them, he would keep his distance.
After all, they had spoken harshly to him before.
But they didn't expect him to still want to protect them, which made the two feel very complicated, both grateful and guilty.
This willingness to protect them also awakened them from their self-reproach.
"I'll wait for you to come back!"
Xuan Ying's eyes flashed with a strange light as she raised her small fist and waved it.
Zhao Yan revealed a gentle expression and nodded slightly: "Mm!"
The girls' gazes were full of trust.
Seeing that the two girls believed in him, a smile inevitably appeared on Su Cheng's face. Then, under their expectant gazes, he quickly left.
"Go, Su Cheng, teach him a lesson!"
Watching Su Cheng's departing figure, Xuan Ying couldn't help but shout out. Her voice was clear and melodious, like a lark, very pleasant to hear, attracting the attention of many people nearby.
Hearing this, Zhao Yan looked around, which made her blush, standing awkwardly on the spot, not knowing what to do.
...
After running through the alley and crossing several blocks, Su Cheng finally saw a middle-aged fat man panting heavily in front of a shop. The man was sweating profusely, his clothes sticking to his body, and he was looking around nervously, making it obvious that he had just been evading someone.
Without a doubt, this was the secret photographer.
However, there were many people around.
Seeing this man, Su Cheng approached expressionlessly, slowing his pace and gradually getting closer to the man.
The man suddenly felt someone standing beside him, startling him. When he realized it was a young man, he immediately relaxed and said, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Here, have a cigarette, little bro,"
Su Cheng said, taking out a cigarette and offering it to the man while asking kindly.
With these words, both passersby and the convenience store clerk looked at them with puzzled expressions.
A young man who looked like a student, calling a man in his thirties "little bro"?
This scene, no matter how you looked at it, seemed rather comical.
"What did you just call me?"
The middle-aged fat man was stunned when he heard Su Cheng's address, then reacted with anger on his face, questioning.
Just as everyone was preparing to watch the drama unfold, expecting to see the middle-aged man teach the young man a lesson, the young man's face unexpectedly broke into a smile, saying cheerfully, "Do me a favor."
Then, an even more ridiculous scene unfolded. The middle-aged fat man actually bowed and nodded, accepting the cigarette, taking a puff, and lowering his head saying, "You can just call me little scumbag."
His attitude and response left passersby dumbfounded, stopping in their tracks to gape at the scene.
An adult bowing and scraping to a student?
And saying it's okay to call him "little scumbag"?
Doesn't this person have any dignity?!
They could hardly believe their eyes!
Had this person lost his mind?
Even the store owner behind them was confused by the fat man's attitude, not understanding what was going on. Why did this young man look like a big shot, while the fat man behaved like a submissive servant?
What was happening?
While everyone was bewildered, Su Cheng spoke again: "Come with me."
"Yes, yes, yes, big bro, please go slowly,"
the fat middle-aged man hurriedly led the way, acting like a servant.
Seeing this, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their heads. This was too exaggerated!
"Damn, this young man!"
The convenience store owner rubbed his eyes in disbelief, saying: "Could he be the young master of some big family?"
...
In the alley
"Give me your phone."
Su Cheng commanded.
"Yes!"
The fat middle-aged man, with only half a cigarette left in his mouth, quickly handed his phone to Su Cheng, then lowered his head in a respectful manner.
"Password."
"6666."
After unlocking the screen, Su Cheng opened the photo album and not only found photos of Zhao Yan and her friend, but also a large number of indecent photos, which made him frown, anger rising in his chest.
After thoroughly deleting the photos of Zhao Yan and her friend, he smashed the phone directly into the man's face with a "smack".
The phone hit his nose, and blood immediately started flowing.
But due to being controlled by the cigarette, he had no reaction and couldn't resist.
"Now take your phone and run to the police station to turn yourself in. Confess everything you've done clearly and in detail!"
"Yes!"
The middle-aged man nodded in response.
Then he got up, picked up the phone, and with the cigarette in his mouth, quickly walked to the police station entrance. As soon as he entered the police station, all the police officers inside stood up, each looking at him seriously.
Because he was still bleeding, it was obvious that he was injured and had been beaten.
"Sir, what happened to you?"
One of the police officers came over to ask.
However, he took a deep drag on his cigarette, then blew out the smoke. Then, with one hand holding the cigarette and the other holding the phone high above his head, he addressed all the police officers, waving the phone: "Everyone, look at me! I have an announcement to make!"
Hearing this, all the police officers really did look at him.
They all stared at him seriously, afraid of missing some important information.
"I'm a pervert, I'm a pedophile, I'm gay!"
The middle-aged man suddenly shouted out loud.
This outburst shocked everyone.
"Look, these are all the photos I took secretly, and the chat records of me threatening others with the photos!!"
The middle-aged man continued shouting, and fearing the police wouldn't believe him, he held the phone up to their eyes, letting everyone see what was inside.
However, the police officers still looked at him in bewilderment, because in all their years of service, this was the first time they had encountered such a brazen act of turning oneself in.
So they didn't react immediately, nor did they take any measures right away.
Suddenly, the cigarette between his fingers vanished, and he returned to normal.
...
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why am I raising my hands?
Why are there police officers?
Wasn't I just at the convenience store entrance?
Just then, a series of questions flashed through his mind. However, before he could lower his hands, three or four police officers grabbed him and dragged him into an interrogation room.
Their movements were so quick that he didn't even have a chance to struggle before being taken away.
............
Meanwhile, Su Cheng, watching from outside, felt utterly perplexed.
What on earth was going on?
I didn't tell him to pull any stunts!
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