Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Chapter 11, the last penultimate chapter

The tranquility in the attic lasted for less than ten minutes.

"Bang!"

The already rickety wooden door was violently pushed open a second time.

This time it was a boy wearing a crisp school uniform and gold-rimmed glasses.

Jiangyue.

Second in his grade, student council president, and also a suitor of Su Qinghe.

He stood at the door, his chest rising and falling slightly, clearly having searched all the way here.

When he saw the scene inside the room—Su Qinghe was reading a book, Lin Lu was drinking milk tea, and Xie Wang, the notorious "trash" of the whole school, was sleeping on the table opposite Su Qinghe, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

An uncontrollable surge of jealousy and anger rushed to the top of his head.

He pursued Su Qinghe for two years, but he never even had the chance to sit alone with her at a table in the library. What makes this scumbag from the slums think he can?

"Qinghe, so you were hiding here."

Jiang Yue took a deep breath and forced an elegant smile, but the smile instantly twisted when she saw Xie Wang. "This is the abandoned area of the library, dirty and messy. How could you stay with such... shady people?"

Su Qinghe didn't stop turning the pages of his book, nor did he even look up: "It's very quiet here. Until you come in."

Lin Lu shrank back, biting her straw and not daring to speak. The atmosphere in this chaotic scene was terrifying.

Jiang Yue was taken aback, then turned around and vented his anger on Xie Wang.

He strode over and tapped the table in front of Xie Wang heavily with his knuckles, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"Xie Wang, stop pretending to be dead. This isn't a place for you to sleep."

Jiang Yue looked down at the slumped back of the head with a contemptuous gaze. "I need to inform you that the Academic Affairs Office just posted the 'last-place elimination' list. Congratulations, you're unsurprisingly last place."

Xie Wang didn't move.

Jiang Yue thought he was scared, so he sneered and raised his voice several octaves:

"This time the school is serious. The last fifty students will be directly assigned to the vocational high school next week. Xie Wang, your good days are over. From now on, don't even think about sitting at the same table as Qinghe; you won't even be qualified to enter the gates of No. 1 High School."

"Are you done talking?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

Xie Wang slowly straightened up.

He didn't look at Jiang Yue, but instead slowly took out a cigarette from the side pocket of his backpack, and smelled it.

Then, he slowly raised his head.

There was no shame or fear in those eyes that Jiang Yue had expected, only a sense of extreme danger.

"Chairman Jiang"

Xie Wang fiddled with the lighter in his hand, the metal cap making a crisp "click" sound.

He stood up.

Standing at 1.87 meters tall, he directly overwhelmed Jiang Yue in terms of presence.

Xie Wang approached step by step, and Jiang Yue subconsciously retreated until his back hit the cold wall.

"What...what do you want?" Jiang Yue panicked, shouting with a fierce but weak voice, "I'm the student council president! If you dare touch me, you'll be expelled immediately!"

"This is an abandoned attic."

Xie Wang leaned slightly closer to Jiang Yue's ear, his voice so soft it was like a whisper, yet it sent chills down one's spine:

"There are no security cameras, no teachers, and your two lackeys didn't come up either."

Jiang Yue's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Even if I throw you out of this window right now, or break your leg..."

Xie Wang didn't hold a knife, but his long, strong hand gently patted Jiang Yue's pale cheek, each pat carrying humiliation and threat:

"Do you think the police will believe it was an accident, or will they believe you?"

"Mad...madman..."

Jiang Yue froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He remembered now, this guy was a mad dog who fought with thugs outside of school!

"roll."

Xie Wangzhi stood up, uttering the word "get lost" in a nonchalant manner.

Jiang Yue's legs went weak; it was a physiological fear.

He glared fiercely at Xie Wang, then glanced at Su Qinghe, who remained silent, and said, "You wait, you'll be fired next week," before fleeing in a disheveled manner.

The footsteps were stumbling and unsteady, as if a ghost was chasing them.

The attic fell silent again.

Lin Lu stared at Xie Wang in disbelief, forgetting to drink her milk tea: "Holy crap. You're too amazing! You scared Jiang Yue like that?"

Xie Wang ignored her, sat back down in his chair, threw the lighter back into his pocket, and continued to lie down with a cold expression.

"It's so noisy."

Su Qinghe finally closed the original book in his hand.

She pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses and looked down at the back of Xie Wang's head.

The way Xie Wang scared Jiang Yue just now was very fierce and satisfying.

But Jiang Yue was right about one thing—the last-place elimination list.

The last place was assigned to a vocational high school.

These are firmly established rules.

If Xie Wang really is forced to go to a vocational high school...

Su Qinghe frowned almost imperceptibly.

She recalled the boy's broken yet stubborn gaze by the river last night. If even No. 1 High School, his last "refuge," were gone, he would truly rot away in the mud.

"Lin Lu, take out your math notes," Su Qinghe suddenly said.

"Huh? Oh!" Although Lin Lu didn't understand, she still obediently took out a pink notebook from her bag.

Su Qinghe took it and then took out a black hardcover notebook from his bag.

That was her "genius notes," which recorded the solutions to the most challenging science competition problems from the past two years—a priceless treasure.

She picked through the two notebooks, finally putting away her own overly profound one and pushing Lin Lu's basic one to the center of the table.

"Feed".

Su Qinghe took out his pen and poked Xie Wang's arm.

Xie Wang turned his head impatiently: "What now?"

"Here, take this."

Su Qinghe pointed to Lin Lu's notes, "This is a summary of the basic test points for second-year high school math. As long as you memorize the formulas here, skip the last big question, and get all the fill-in-the-blank and multiple-choice questions right, you can get 90 points."

Xie Wang glanced at the pink notebook, then at Su Qinghe's indifferent face.

"What do you mean? Poverty alleviation?"

"Jiang Yue's words may be harsh, but they are the truth."

Su Qinghe spoke calmly, but a different emotion was hidden in her eyes. "Consider it repaying a favor. I don't like owing favors."

Lin Lu, who was watching the scene unfold, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

Is Qinghe... offering to tutor people on his own initiative?!

This is incredible!

Everyone in the school knows that Su Qinghe is a notorious "high-and-mighty beauty," usually ignoring boys and even refusing to speak to Jiang Yue. Now, she's not only taking the initiative to talk to a boy, but also offering him a notebook?!

Xie Wang stared at that notebook for a long time.

He knew, of course, that this was Su Qinghe's good intention.

Even the reason given as "favor" was fabricated; she simply didn't want to see him expelled from school.

but.

If he were to rely on memorizing such basic notes to eke out a living, and on women's charity to stay at No. 1 Middle School... then he wouldn't be Xie Wang.

"Take it."

Xie Wang pushed the notebook back, his action resolute.

Su Qinghe frowned: "You don't want to stay at No. 1 High School?"

"think."

Xie Wang looked into her eyes, a wild and confident smile curving his lips, his eyes gleaming with a light that Su Qinghe couldn't decipher:

"But I have my ways, Su Qinghe, just you wait and see."

"Not only will I not leave, I'll also give you... quite a surprise."

After saying that, he grabbed his schoolbag and stood up.

"I'm gone."

This time, he didn't sneak out the back door, but strode out of the attic.

His back was straight, exuding a resolute air as he prepared to go to the battlefield.

Su Qinghe looked at the empty doorway, then at the returned notebook.