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

Su Qinghe followed his gaze.

Who else could it be but Lu Yi, the chief melancholy poet of their senior class (1)?

Xie Wang gave Su Qinghe a look.

Like assassins with maxed-out stealth abilities, the two stealthily crept up behind Lu Yi under the cover of rows of tall bookshelves.

Lu Yi looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, as if listening to the sacred chants of God, and the thick, brick-like copy of "Les Misérables" in his hands seemed to exude a sense of holiness.

Xie Wang suddenly took a step forward, and with a wave of his hand, smoothly snatched the thick book from Lu Yi's hand.

"Master Lu, why are you here studying how to save human souls?"

pat.

Before Xie Wang could finish his teasing remark, a gaudy little booklet, which had been secretly hidden among famous works, fell directly onto the wooden floor after losing its cover.

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

Lu Yi, still holding the book, froze on the spot.

Xie Wang looked down, and Su Qinghe also curiously peered over.

The booklet that had fallen to the ground had a very down-to-earth cover.

The image above shows several sprightly elderly men and women dressed in white Tai Chi uniforms, stretching their bodies in standard postures.

Two rows of large, gold-embossed characters were prominently displayed next to it:

"Illustrated Guide to the Eight-Section Brocade Exercises for Middle-Aged and Elderly People: From Beginner to Longevity"

Unblock your Ren and Du meridians, say goodbye to physical weakness and shortness of breath, and outrun your peers!

Xie Wang felt a buzzing in his head.

It's incredibly powerful, granting longevity.

This crispy Lu Yi actually ran into a bookstore to secretly look for cultivation secrets?

He even outruns his peers; you can't even outrun the head of the teaching department!

"Pfft—hahahahahaha!"

Xie Wang leaned against the bookshelf next to him, laughing so hard he almost passed out.

Su Qinghe looked at the Eight Pieces of Brocade on the ground and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Master Lu..." Xie Wang clutched his stomach, laughing intermittently.

"Your artistic range is a bit too wide! What, Western literature can't save your body after being ravaged by Director Yan, so you're planning to start practicing physics-based immortality?"

"Nonsense!"

Lu Yi suddenly squatted down, picked up the booklet, and held it tightly to his chest.

Even if caught red-handed, they'll find a grand and shameless philosophical excuse for their dishes.

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan! What do you mortals, poisoned by complex science formulas, know!"

Lu Yi recounted her grievances with great indignation, as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice:

"The frantic running of worldly people is nothing more than the muscular instinct of a wild beast facing danger; it is a compromise with the flesh! But the Eight Pieces of Brocade is the flow of Qi and blood, a manifestation of Eastern philosophy!"

"I'm not training my physical fitness; I'm clearing the blockages in my soul caused by tyranny this afternoon! I'm using the Taoist principle of non-action to resist Director Yan's utilitarian teaching methods!"

Seeing Lu Yi jumping up and down in a panic, Xie Wang laughed even louder.

With the most nonchalant tone, Su Qinghe delivered the most fatal real damage to Master Lu.

"But, Lu, according to the illustration on the cover of this booklet, the first movement of the Eight Pieces of Brocade is 'Holding up the sky with both hands to regulate the three burners,' which mainly regulates the qi and blood of the internal organs."

Su Qinghe pointed to the bookshelf next door.

"If you really want to survive under Director Yan, I suggest you buy the book 'Parkour Basics Tutorial and Circumvention Guide,' it's more practical."

Lu Yi clutched his chest, feeling as if his soul had been trampled upon.

Just as Lu Yi was filled with grief and indignation and was about to recite a modern poem to express his protest, Xie Wang suddenly stopped smiling.

He slowly walked up to Lu Yi, grabbed Lu Yi's neck, and forcibly pulled him closer.

That handsome face was now filled with a mischievous expression.

"Master Lu."

"You don't want Shen Hao to broadcast your secrets about the Eight-Section Brocade exercise for health to the whole school tomorrow, do you?"

Xie Wang was making a huge, ruthless calculation in his mind.

Since we've run into this sucker, we might as well take advantage of him.

Lu Yi gasped and looked at him warily.

"What...what do you want? An artist's dignity cannot be tainted by money!"

"Stop, stop, stop, Lu Yi, what are you thinking about?"

Xie Wang interrupted him without hesitation, pointed to the stack of documents Su Qinghe was holding behind him, and confidently quoted an exorbitant price.

"The final exam practice papers that Teacher Su and I bought cost a total of 128.5 yuan."

Lu Yi's eyes widened:

"You actually extorted money from a poor poet?"

"Fine, let's use this vulgar paper to exchange for the friendship between us."

Su Qinghe, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She stretched out her finger and poked Xie Wang hard in the lower back without any hesitation.

"Thank you, Wang," Su Qinghe said in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"That's called taking advantage of someone's misfortune. Lu can't outrun Director Yan anyway, are you trying to squeeze every last drop of his meager royalties out of him?"

Xie Wang gasped, startled by the provocation, and grabbed Su Qinghe's mischievous fingers, enveloping them in his large palm.

Seeing Lu Yi's grief-stricken appearance, as if he were about to die a heroic death, he finally couldn't hold back.

"Alright, alright, stop with that look of you being ready to die for your cause."

Xie Wang patted the collar of his trench coat for him.

"Just kidding. If I really took your money, wouldn't you be giving me a 'repentance ceremony' in class tomorrow morning?"

Lu Yi was stunned: "You want to corrupt my soul with this kind of hypocritical kindness?"

"Considering that you've already been severely damaged by Director Yan today, I'll let you off the hook."

……

Ten minutes later.

At the bookstore's cashier, the cashier looked at the three students in front of her, all wearing Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School uniforms, with a somewhat subtle expression.

Two of them were particularly striking in appearance.

The boy had one hand in his pocket, while the girl held two physics test papers and a copy of "Eight Pieces of Brocade".

Lu Yi stood at the back, feeling fortunate that he wouldn't have to go bankrupt because of art.

"That's 143.5 yuan in total. Will you pay by scanning the code or cash?" the cashier asked.

After Xie Wang paid, the three of them walked out of the bookstore.

It was completely dark outside, and the cold winter wind was blowing straight down my neck.

Xie Wang took the test paper that Su Qinghe had just bought and carried it himself, while casually stuffing the book "Illustrated Guide to the Eight-Section Brocade for Middle-Aged and Elderly People" into Hui Luyi's arms.

"Hiss—" Xie Wang shrank his neck, glanced at the few lit signs at the end of the street, and suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"What's the point of just reading books on such a cold day?"

He turned to look at Lu Yi, a glint of light flashing in his peach blossom eyes.

"Master Lu, let's go. Turn left at the next intersection. It's Yuhang Braised Chicken Rice. I can already smell the aroma."

Lu Yi wrapped her trench coat tighter, her heart, which had just settled down, began to pound again.

"Fine! If a little worldly food can stop the spread of rumors and protect my secret of not yielding to power... tonight's braised chicken is on me!"

Su Qinghe, who was walking ahead, turned around.

"It's my treat tonight." Su Qinghe tucked his chin into his scarf.

"Consider it a celebration that you've found the secret to staying healthy."

Xie Wang chuckled softly, and under the cover of the wide sleeves of his school uniform, he gently hooked his finger around Su Qinghe's.

"This mercenary handout... Fine! To survive the next tyranny, I'll accept your hypocritical kindness for now!"

Xie Wang ignored his childish lines and took Su Qinghe's hand, walking forward.

"Tsk, Teacher Su is really rich and powerful now. Let's hurry up and leave, or there won't be any seats later. We're having a big feast tonight, I'll have to treat myself to a big chicken leg."