Rebirth From The Ashes Chapter 430 - Adding Fuel to Fire

Chapter 430: Adding Fuel to Fire

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was not a peep from the Top Cla.s.s. Amid the unnerving and deafening silence, everybody – incapable of hiding their thoughts in their faces at this point – turned to Yu Qiubai before observing Su Mus.h.i.+’s reaction.

The duo became strangers ever since Su Mus.h.i.+, their cla.s.s leader, announced that he was turning his back on Yu Qiubai. However, it did not stop Yu Qiubai from the occasional chats and greetings with Su Mus.h.i.+ like nothing ever happened. It was a scene that those from the Top Cla.s.s had become accustomed to.

To them, Yu Qiubai was probably trying to reconcile. There was no way a friends.h.i.+p that lasted over a decade could end just like that.

Nevertheless, Su Mus.h.i.+ remained adamant, giving Yu Qiubai the long face and cold shoulder no matter what the latter had to say. It appeared that Yu Qibai had regretted his actions and was trying to win back his friend.

Now it seemed Yu Qiubai was doing the opposite and making the situation worse. F*ck! It was clear he was adding fuel to fire and mocking Su Mus.h.i.+. Judging by that offhanded att.i.tude of his, reconciliation did not seem to be on his mind.

Already fuming, Su Mus.h.i.+ could explode following Yu Qiubai’s comment. Despite brewing with resentment, Su Mus.h.i.+ turned a deaf ear to Yu Qiubai, grabbed his phone, and stormed off.

Su Ruowan chased after him, only to find Su Mus.h.i.+ on the phone around the stairway corner. Although he spoke in hushed tones, Su Ruowan could make out that he was asking the office to deal with the post in the school forum.

Su Mus.h.i.+ hung up and took notice of Su Ruowan when he turned around.

Her tearful eyes across her pale white complexion had guilt and fear written all over them. Like a darling flower swaying by the storm, her weak, pitiful, and helpless demeanor could elicit a strong feeling of protectiveness.

Su Ruowan gazed at him with a body stiffened in fear. The hoa.r.s.eness in her voice suggested fragility, “I’m sorry, Mus.h.i.+.”

Su Mus.h.i.+ could not put a finger on his feelings. The helpless and miserable look on her face was enough to make his heart go tender and whatever resentment disappeared. As tears flowed down her cheeks, he made haste to wipe them away. “Don’t cry. I have taken care of it. Everything will be straightened out soon.”

Su Ruowan meekly looked at him and hesitated for long before asking uneasily, “Mus.h.i.+, do you hate me?”

The evidence spoke for itself. Su Mus.h.i.+ was not a dummy and there was no way she could snake her way out of it. Hence, Su Ruowan’s only choice was to back down and cave in. The best attack against men was the tears of women.

Su Mus.h.i.+ took a breather, and while fixating on the teardrops streaming down her cheeks, he solemnly answered, “I won’t let Mom and Dad know about this. Don’t do that anymore.”

This was an easy solution. People who read the post would only take it as a joke so long as Song Wenye did not make a big deal out of it and word would not get out of the school. Whatever happened in No. 4 High School would stay in No. 4 High School.

It was a norm for people to hold several accounts on the internet, so there was nothing to fuss about.

Half an hour later.

The buzz on the forum came to a temporary halt with all threads related to Su Ruowan and Su Mus.h.i.+ deleted. A template announcement was pinned on top of the forum, asking students not to believe in rumors nor spread them, and focus on their studies.

With the forum moderators muting all members, students who dwelled in the school forums left the platform and began a discussion offline.

This only proved that Song Wenye posted the truth. Even a dummy would know that.

The school was afraid the incident would paint the school in a bad light if things went out of hand. Since Su Mus.h.i.+ was a celebrity and a public figure while Su Ruowan was about to make her debut, the school decided to protect them after weighing the pros and cons.

Song Wenye was peeved. She slammed the table, ready to storm right out of there. “F*ck! The sh*t school’s bailing them out? I will not rest until they do right by me. Do they take me as a pushover?’

The international cla.s.s students were cheering her on as Song Wenye got ready to stir some trouble. They rolled up their sleeves and marched right behind her to call for justice.

Shen Xi took her time to call them back. “What’s the big deal? Sit your b.u.t.ts down.”

These people were stirred up easily, especially Song Wenye. With cyberbullying, smearing, and tras.h.i.+ng a daily occurrence in s...o...b..z, it was not like Song Wenye could track the netizens down for payback every time she was a victim.

Song Wenye turned back and revealed her fiery eyes. “How can you take it?”

Shen Xi replied, “Haven’t you had your revenge? The forum exposed the Su siblings’ true colors. Their reputation won’t be the same now that everyone at No. 4 High School knows they are two-faced hypocrites.”

Song Wenye could not take it sitting down. “No! The school is choosing sides, thinking we’re the weaklings. I’m going to go and reason with them!”

Shen Xi’s eyelids twitched at the sight of the group rolling up their sleeves and swearing their mouths off. Weaklings, huh?

Song Wenye was about to leave when the homeroom teacher emerged in the corridors.

The homeroom teacher was rendered speechless by the overbearing group of students. Putting on a straight face, he pointed at them. “What’s going on? What are you up to? Are you trying to rebel?”

As a teacher, he should be revered by the students.

No. 4 High School emphasized respect for teachers. The international cla.s.s students might make their own rules, but they still observed courtesy for educators. Still, the students were seeking justice in outrage.

The homeroom teacher gazed at them. “Well, I’m here for Song Wenye. Get back to your seats and behave like students as you should.”

The international cla.s.s students who always had each other’s back finally knocked it off.

With the students giving it a rest, the teacher drew near to the door and turned to Shen Xi. Compared to the earlier chiding tone, he spoke rather earnestly, “Shen Xi, you should come along.”

Unbothered, Shen Xi got up to follow.

The international cla.s.s bunch watched as the teacher left with Shen Xi and Song Wenye before exchanging a glance and returning to their cla.s.s.

The princ.i.p.al’s office.

Su Ruowan and Su Mus.h.i.+ were already there.

The princ.i.p.al had a sour face on as he furiously gave them a lecture.

With his head hung low, Su Mus.h.i.+ held his tongue.

Su Ruowan was welling up, about to break down from the scolding.

Shen Xi and Song Wenye entered the office to the princ.i.p.al giving the siblings a telling-off but more so giving them a piece of his mind.

Song Wenye’s hair was standing by the sight. Intimidated, she pulled onto the corner of Shen Xi’s sleeve. There were complex emotions in her eyes.

She was a victim in that position before if she was ever caught.. Sometimes, Song Wenye would also be called to the princ.i.p.al’s office for a private scolding.