Chapter 50 – The Poor Monk Tang Xuanye
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Tang Enqi and Liu Bing Xin stared at the scene, mouths agape.
They couldn’t believe such a thing could happen on a university campus.
Liu Bing Xin quickly recovered, turned toward Li Haoyang, and said coldly, “Haoyang, you’ve really let me down.”
In college, a fight can lead to a disciplinary record, loss of scholarship opportunities, and everything good slipping away.
If he hurt Shuai Kun, he might even end up in the police station.
At the very least, his position as class monitor would be stripped.
Liu Bing Xin had dated him because he was the class monitor and because his earnest, straightforward nature promised future success.
After all, a college class monitor has a much closer relationship with the counselor than a high‑school monitor ever did.
Being close to the counselor means any good opportunity over the four‑year stretch will likely land in his lap.
At that moment, Li Haoyang’s temper snapped.
Hearing the outburst, he spun around, ready to throw a punch.
“Coach, coach, calm down!”
“Big brother, look—you’re about to hit a girl.”
Luo Ye and Wang Dachi each grabbed one of Li Haoyang’s arms, using all their strength just to keep him from striking.
Li Haoyang finally cleared his head a bit. Though he was a gym‑rat, this was his first real brawl.
“Bing Xin, I—”
Facing an attractive girl, Li Haoyang lowered his gaze like a child who’d done something wrong.
“Expulsion!”
Shuai Kun, sprawled on the floor with bruises and a purple‑black welt, pointed a trembling finger at the four of them and shouted, “You’ll all be punished. I’m a student‑council officer; I’m going to tell the teachers right now.”
He scrambled to his feet, wiping away tears as he fled the classroom.
Wang Dachi spat at his retreating back, “What a wimpy drama queen.”
Shen Qiao kept his expression flat and said, “Coach, we’ve got each other’s backs, no fear.”
“Exactly,” Luo Ye added.
Hearing his three best friends voice the same reassurance, Li Haoyang steadied his emotions.
If he cracked now, he’d only disappoint his brothers.
He took a deep breath, his expression turning serious as he stared at Liu Bing Xin.
Liu Bing Xin flinched slightly; even in the short time they’d known each other, she’d never seen Li Haoyang look like this.
“Bing Xin, we’re breaking up.”
Liu Bing Xin stared in disbelief.
She glanced again at Li Haoyang’s solemn face and asked, “Just because I’m spending a little more time with a senior, you want to end things? Are you crazy?”
“I’m not crazy. It’s over.”
He turned and swaggered out of the classroom.
Luo Ye, Wang Dachi, and Shen Qiao followed, striding past Liu Bing Xin without a glance.
Outside the teaching building, Li Haoyang asked, “Wanna drink, guys?”
“Drink, definitely drink,” Luo Ye replied without hesitation.
“But there’s an evening self‑study class,” Li Haoyang hesitated.
After all, he was the class monitor.
“College life isn’t perfect without skipping a class,” Shen Qiao laughed.
Li Haoyang clapped his hands, grinning, “Well said, male star, you’ve nailed it. Evening self‑study? As class monitor I can skip it. No big deal.”
His mood brightened dramatically; once he let loose, his energy level jumped a notch, bordering on manic, his demeanor shifting toward Wang Dachi’s wild side.
There are many things that help a guy grow—love is one of them.
Even though Li Haoyang’s romance lasted less than half a month, it was his first love.
Meanwhile, Shuai Kun burst into the school office.
Only Su Baizhou was inside.
“Where’s the teacher?” Shuai Kun asked, puzzled.
“The teacher went out for lunch. What do you need?”
Su Baizhou was reviewing the student‑council interview list, so she’d temporarily occupied the office.
Seeing Shuai Kun’s battered face, Su Baizhou frowned, “You got hit?”
She didn’t like him, but when it involved school discipline she would be stern.
“Yes, a few freshmen beat me up. This batch of newcomers is out of control—someone has to be expelled.”
Su Baizhou’s expression turned increasingly cold.
From Shuai Kun’s words she understood it wasn’t just a couple of freshmen, but several.
“This is serious. I’ll handle it strictly,” Su Baizhou said.
“One of them is that famous freshman campus hunk; they’re all from the same dorm and they attacked me,” Shuai Kun spat.
A famous campus heartthrob?
Su Baizhou’s face went grim.
She vaguely remembered Qin Yuwen showing her a picture of the so‑called campus heartthrob, and Luo Ye was in that photo.
Could Luo Ye be involved?
She turned back to Shuai Kun, “You’re only a month into college. As an upperclassman and a student‑council officer, you should be magnanimous.”
“To me, it’s over,” Shuai Kun muttered, eyes wide with disbelief.
He heard something that shocked him.
That no‑nonsense, iron‑fisted student‑council president was apparently covering for a freshman?
He stepped forward, pointing at the bruises on his face, “Su Baizhou, look at what they did to me.”
Su Baizhou didn’t look at his injuries; she kept her gaze elsewhere and said lightly, “You’re a guy… a minor wound like this shouldn’t be a big deal.”
“The one getting hit isn’t you, you’re just spouting empty words here,” Shuai Kun fumed, his anger boiling over.
“What did you say?” Su Baizhou asked, her brow furrowing.
Shuai Kun went quiet, nervous, “Nothing, nothing.”
He didn’t dare confront Su Baizhou—she was a renowned talent and campus beauty. If he angered her, he’d have no place at Jiang University.
“Since the student‑council president says so, I’ll give you that face‑saving, but at least a school‑wide notice and a verbal reprimand, right?”
Before he could finish, Su Baizhou slipped back into her seat and resumed her work, as if he’d never spoken.
Frustrated, Shuai Kun clenched his teeth and left the office with no recourse.
Watching him go, Su Baizhou pulled out her phone and messaged Luo Ye.
Su Baizhou: What are you doing?
Luo Ye replied quickly.
Luo Ye: I’m the poor monk Tang Xuanye, coming from the Great Tang of the Eastern Lands, preparing to journey west for the scriptures.
Luo Ye: Let me introduce my second disciple, Ba Jie.
Luo Ye: [image] (Wang Dachi brandishing a beer bottle like a nine‑tooth rake)
Seeing the messages, Su Baizhou’s cold façade cracked into a faint, speechless smile.
That junior was off drinking again… but somehow, it was kind of cute.
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