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

Chapter 60.2 - Late

Song Yu: “It’s still early.”

He really didn’t want to be in the same car as Ma Xiaoding. Listening to him ask and chatter on about what had happened in the Internet cafe that day was simply a nightmare.

Song Yu attracted the whole vehicle’s attention when getting on the bus.

But he soon grew accustomed to it. He looked up lazily and didn’t speak.

He pulled on the hand ring and had just steadied himself when the girl beside him suddenly and quietly spoke up, “Brother Yu, do you want to sit?”

Song Yu looked at her bright eyes and raised his eyebrows. He wasn’t old, weak, sick, disabled, or pregnant, so why give him a seat? He lightly responded, “Thank you, but you can keep your seat.”

The girl looked at him tentatively and continued to whisper, “Brother Yu, are you alright?”

Song Yu: “???”

The girl mustered up her courage and earnestly said, “You deserve better.”

“……”

Oh, he remembered now. Everyone thought he’d been dumped.

Fine then. He was too lazy to explain. Getting dumped was better than being kissed.

Song Yu bought a cup of soymilk while on the streetside after getting off the bus and gnawed at the straw as he headed to school.

The bus stop was at a crossroads and he still had to walk halfway down the street to reach the school gates.

He’d walked half of the way there when he suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from the front of a narrow alley.

There were a few curses in the darkness, “Why is there so little? Look at how richly you’re dressed—why do you have so little spending money?”

A boy’s voice was mixed with sounds of crying, “This is my breakfast money for the month.”

“I don’t believe you! You must be hiding it. A brat like you won’t learn your lesson if I don’t beat you up!”

“I really don’t have any wuwuwuwu, I really don’t.”

“There’s nothing? Then you should f*cking know to ask your mother for more money next time!”

Kicks fell down like rain and groaning and crying rang out in the alleyway; the level of noise wasn’t insignificant.

Song Yu finished his soymilk and took a step forward. When he could see the scene in the alley clearly, he saw that the boy being beaten up was wearing a school uniform, and he looked thin and weak as he crouched down crying in the corner.

There was another group of tall and well-built people who were also wearing school uniforms, but the number on their uniforms was ‘13’. They were most likely a group of school scum who went everywhere collecting ‘protection fees’.

“Bring 500 tomorrow, or else you’ll—ah!” The empty soymilk cup flew over and hit its target, smashing against the back of the leader’s head. There was still a little bit of soymilk left, which splashed out and drenched his body.

The young man who’d been soaked by soymilk was infuriated. He turned around, “Who is it?!”

Song Yu wasn’t wearing a backpack. He held his books in his hand and stood with his back towards the light. His tone was mocking, “Your father.”

He was tall, with long legs and pale, delicate skin. His pupils were very light under his thin eyelids.

The leader of the youths was enraged, “You’re f*cking looking to die.”