At noon, Chen Mo went to the dormitory manager’s office to collect his key.
The woman on duty, likely in her forties, handed over the key and eyed him carefully.
“613, mixed dormitory. Don’t go to the wrong one.”
Chen Mo nodded. “Okay.” He turned to leave.
But before he could step out, the dormitory manager called him back.
“Wait a moment.”
Chen Mo turned around, slightly frowning.
She leaned forward, her voice carrying a hint of caution.
“If there’s any trouble in the dormitory, try to avoid conflict. Just come and tell us.”
Her words stood out. Avoid conflict?
High school dormitories were usually strictly managed—no personal electrical appliances, neatly folded quilts, and no fighting. But the phrase “try to avoid conflict” made it sound like something special was going on.
Then, he pushed open the door to Room 613.
A Living Battlefield
A wave of noise hit him immediately.
The chaotic mix of game sound effects, cursing, and the smell of junk food filled the air.
At least ten people crowded into the six-person dorm. Some sat on the beds, some stood, and others leaned against furniture.
A Coke bottle rolled to his feet as the door opened.
A trash can lay overturned, spilling garbage everywhere.
Each iron bed had clothes, plastic bags, and dirty jerseys hanging off them.
Then, he saw him.
Li Rui.
The guy who had cornered him at the Internet café on Friday.
Leaning against the desk, playing mobile games, he looked just as arrogant as ever.
Chen Mo instantly understood.
No wonder Room 613 was “special”—it was Li Rui’s territory.
Walking into the Lion’s Den
Near the door, a boy glanced at him, curious.
“Who are you looking for?”
“No one.”
Without another word, Chen Mo walked in.
At that moment, the guys who had blocked him at the Internet café last Friday realized who he was.
The room tensed up.
Everyone assumed he was here to settle scores.
But instead of picking a fight—
Chen Mo found an empty bed near the balcony and started unpacking.
His movements were calm, unbothered by the people watching.
He pulled out clothes, quilts, toiletries, and even black tea.
Li Rui Provokes
A foot suddenly stepped onto the edge of his open suitcase.
The sound of plastic cracking filled the tense air.
Li Rui sneered. “I haven’t even come looking for you, and you’re already throwing yourself into my hands?”
His eyes burned with anger.
He had been rattled on Friday, but over the weekend, he had convinced himself that Chen Mo was nothing special.
The Yang family didn’t even like him—why should he be afraid?
Now, with so many people watching, he had a chance to humiliate him completely.
“Who gave you permission to live here?”
Chen Mo lowered his gaze and looked at the foot crushing his suitcase.
His voice remained calm.
“Move it.”
A Battle Begins
Li Rui pressed down harder.
“Either kneel down and apologize, or get out. Then I’ll pretend nothing happened last week.”
Chen Mo raised his eyes, his patience wearing thin.
“I said… move it.”
“Move your mother’s—”
Bang!
Before he could finish, Chen Mo slammed the suitcase shut—fast.
The edge of the hard plastic case crushed Li Rui’s foot.
“FUCK!” Li Rui stumbled back, cursing.
Holding his injured foot, he kicked out in rage—
BANG!
The suitcase flew apart, clothes and items scattering across the floor.
A fight was inevitable now.
Meanwhile, on the Basketball Court…
The basketball court was still buzzing from an intense first half.
Girls whispered excitedly about who looked more handsome.
Boys discussed strategies, wiping sweat from their faces.
Sun Xiaoya’s Childhood Friend
Sun Xiaoya, the experimental class’s study committee member, handed out water bottles.
A boy from another class grinned, “Sister Ya, this isn’t an official game. Why are you here personally?”
She tilted her chin toward someone drinking water.
“Blame my childhood friend.”
Across the court, Xi Siyan sat on the stone steps, resting.
His white jersey was soaked with sweat, but rather than looking messy, it only made him seem wildly unrestrained.
A boy laughed. “We all shout ‘Brother Yan!’ during games just to feel cooler when the girls scream.”
“Shut up.”
“No way. We just want his basketball skills.”
The Missing Presence
A boy suddenly asked, “Hey, isn’t Yang Shule also your childhood friend? I heard he’s back in school. Why isn’t he here?”
Sun Xiaoya’s expression darkened slightly.
“Not everyone can be called a childhood friend.”
Qi Lin, who had just joined, chuckled. “She really hates Yang Shule.”
The Past That Sparked It All
Qi Lin was always curious about Sun Xiaoya’s grudge.
He nudged Xi Siyan and grinned. “Hey, didn’t Liao Tingting confess to you at the end of middle school?”
Xi Siyan remained silent.
Qi Lin continued, “I heard it was Yang Shule who rejected her on your behalf. He pissed off Xiaoya’s best friend so much she transferred to No. 3 Middle School.”
Sun Xiaoya snorted in disgust.
“That guy is always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Qi Lin grinned. “Feeling guilty, Brother Yan? Should we invite everyone out for a reunion?”
Xi Siyan screwed the cap back onto his water bottle.
Then, he looked over coldly.
“Are you free?”
“No, I’m busy.”
“Then shut up.”
Bad News Arrives
The whistle blew, signaling the start of the second half.
Just then, a breathless student ran over.
“Hey! Is there a Chen Mo in your class?”
Gou Yiyang, who was nearby, smiled. “Yeah, why?”
“A fight broke out.”
“What?!”
“Chen Mo is fighting in the dorms— more than ten guys against just him. It’s chaos!”
“FUCK!” Gou Yiyang jumped up. “I gotta see this!”
Xi Siyan, still frowning, stood up as well.
Qi Lin immediately turned serious. “Should we inform the teacher?”
“Yeah.” Xi Siyan grabbed his jacket.
“Check if any other teachers are in the office. Let’s handle this quietly.”
Qi Lin nodded and left.
Approaching the Battle
By the time they reached Room 613, the hallway was eerily silent.
Xi Siyan stepped forward, glancing at the dorm door.
Inside—
A storm was brewing.
The Aftermath of the Fight
The scene inside Room 613 was not the brutal gang fight everyone had imagined.
Several students from neighboring dorms were peeking through the hallway, but no one dared to intervene.
The door remained tightly shut.
And inside—there was complete silence.
Gou Yiyang began to panic.
“Fuck! Did someone get killed in there?!”
Ignoring the rising tension, Xi Siyan frowned, casually shifting his coat to his left hand.
Then, he knocked firmly on the door.
“Open it.”
No response.
His sharp gaze darkened.
Meanwhile, Gou Yiyang ran to the next dorm, grabbed a random student, and demanded answers.
“What the hell happened?! Who was fighting?!”
The nervous boy with glasses hesitated before whispering, “It was Li Rui… and his gang.”
Breaking In
Gou Yiyang’s face twisted in anger.
He turned back and kicked the wall.
Then, in a serious tone, he told Xi Siyan, “Li Rui and his people blocked Chen Mo at Blue Spider Internet Café last week.”
Xi Siyan’s expression turned icy.
“And you’re telling me this now?”
“What was I supposed to say?” Gou Yiyang sighed. “Nothing happened last week. Li Rui backed off, and Chen Mo didn’t mention anything. But today… he wasn’t so lucky.”
Xi Siyan didn’t waste time with more questions.
He took two steps back—
And kicked the door open.
A Scene of Silence
The dormitory door slammed against the wall, then bounced back.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
And when everyone finally saw what was inside—
A strange silence fell over the hallway.
There were barely five people left inside.
Three of them sat motionless on the floor, heads lowered, their bodies tied up with bedsheets.
Near them, a small folding chair had been knocked over, and the remains of what was once a battle lay scattered across the room.
And then, there was Chen Mo.
The Calm After the Storm
Sitting backwards on a stool, one arm resting lazily on the chair’s back, was Chen Mo.
A cigarette burned slowly between his fingers, thin smoke curling into the air.
His expression was blank, his eyes unreadable through the hazy mist of smoke.
He barely spared a glance at the people who had been beaten half to death—as if they were nothing but insects under his feet.
Then, his gaze drifted up to the doorway.
He barely reacted even when Xi Siyan stepped inside.
Instead, he exhaled a slow puff of smoke, blinking lazily—as if he had just woken up from a nap.
Xi Siyan’s Intervention
Xi Siyan walked straight in, stepping over the overturned chairs and scattered debris.
Without hesitation, he reached out, gripping Chen Mo’s chin and tilting his face to the side.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Chen Mo’s eyes flickered, avoiding his gaze.
His voice was hoarse.
“No.”
Xi Siyan released him, his eyes scanning the fresh bruises on his cheekbone and the faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
His expression darkened slightly.
Then, his gaze lowered to Chen Mo’s arm, noticing the slight tremble—a sign of exhaustion.
“So not only did you fight, but you’re smoking too?” His tone was unreadable. “Very brave.”
Chen Mo took another slow drag from his cigarette.
“Then go ahead. Report me.”
The Aftermath
Xi Siyan said nothing.
Instead, Chen Mo shifted his attention to the group at the door.
“Why are you all here?” He asked indifferently.
“Obviously, to help you!”
“We can’t just ignore it when our classmate is being bullied!”
The group from the experimental class had initially prepared to jump in and fight—
But when they got a good look at the state of Li Rui’s gang, they all fell silent.
The “school bully” had been reduced to a bruised, swollen mess.
Especially Li Rui—
Half of his face looked deformed, his nose still bleeding, and one of his teeth seemed missing.
Combined with his old head injury, he looked absolutely pitiful.
It suddenly made sense why he had refused to open the door earlier.
Fear Takes Root
Even Gou Yiyang, who never shut up, stood there in awe.
The “pearl of the wealthy Yang family”…
Turned out to be a monster in a fight.
At this moment, even holding a cigarette, Chen Mo looked completely untouchable.
Not just calm—but the kind of calm that terrified people.
He was dangerous.
And everyone in the room knew it now.
Li Rui’s Last Threat
Despite everything, Li Rui refused to admit defeat.
Through gritted teeth, he spat out a threat.
“Chen Mo, you think you’re ruthless?
There are people out there far worse than you.
You’re dead, you hear me?”
Chen Mo lifted his gaze.
Without a word, he stood up from the stool, cigarette still in his mouth.
Then, he picked up a small fruit knife from the table.
The Moment of Tension
Before he could take two steps,
A hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Xi Siyan.
With a blank expression, he took the knife away from Chen Mo.
“You even had a knife?” His voice dropped dangerously low. “Are you trying to add another crime?”
Chen Mo snorted lightly.
“I didn’t hide it.” He nodded toward Li Rui, still collapsed on the floor.
“I confiscated it—from him.”
Xi Siyan’s cold gaze swept toward Li Rui.
Then, without a word, he tossed the knife back onto the table.
A Lesson in Power
He dragged a chair forward, positioned it over Li Rui’s legs, and sat down.
The sharp chair leg dug into Li Rui’s bruised shin.
Li Rui let out a scream.
“Fuck! Xi Siyan, what the hell—?!”
Xi Siyan leaned in slightly, his eyes cold as ice.
“Everyone in the experimental class is under my protection. That includes him.”
“What do you think?”
Li Rui gritted his teeth.
“You think just because you’re rich, you can do whatever you want?!”
“Without the Xi family, you’re nothing!”
The next second—
The chair pressed down harder.
Li Rui let out another sharp cry of pain.
Xi Siyan’s Final Words
The young man sitting above him smirked.
“Oh? You think I only know how to rely on my family?”
He leaned in closer, his voice dangerously soft.
“Then let me teach you—”
“What it really means to bully someone with power.”
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