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

The fat guy curled his lip: "You're so cold-blooded. That's Su Qinghe! The dream of every boy in school..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out at the classroom door.

The previously noisy Class 8 quieted down considerably, followed by the sound of desks and chairs colliding.

"Student council is checking discipline!"

"Put all your phones away, quick, quick, quick!"

Xie Wang frowned, sensing that the surrounding air pressure had changed.

A hand slammed heavily on his desk, making a loud "bang" that sent dust flying.

Xie Wang slowly opened his eyes and raised his head with some irritation.

The boy standing in front of him was wearing a well-tailored, neatly pressed school uniform with a red "Student Council" armband pinned to his sleeve. He was fair-skinned and refined, wearing gold-rimmed glasses; he was Jiang Yue, the second-highest ranked student in the grade and the student council president.

Behind Jiang Yue were two officers holding notebooks, looking at this most chaotic corner of the entire school with mocking expressions.

"What's wrong?" Xie Wang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes showed the grumpiness of someone who had just woken up.

"Routine inspection."

Jiang Yue covered her nose, as if she had smelled something disgusting. "Someone reported that there's a strange smell in the back row of Class 8, Grade 11. Xie Wang, how many months has it been since you washed your school uniform? It smells like mold from the slums. Is it affecting the students' studies?"

Several boys around Jiang Yue, eager to curry favor with him, immediately joined in with exaggerated gagging sounds.

"Yes, Chairman, I can smell it too, it stinks."

"Being in the same class as someone like that is the worst luck imaginable."

Xie Wang remained silent.

He slowly sat up straight, toying with a black fountain pen in his hand. His dark eyes were fixed on Jiang Yue's neck, his gaze like that of a starving wolf.

That look in his eyes was so fierce, it exuded a reckless and ruthless aura.

Jiang Yue felt a chill run down his spine from the stare and subconsciously took a half step back, but he quickly realized that this was a school and that he held Xie Wang's fatal weakness in his hand.

So he leaned down even further, lowered his voice, and mocked in a tone only the two of them could hear:

"What? You want to fight?"

Jiang Yue pointed to his face and smiled provocatively, "Come on, hit me here, Xie Wang. The terms of the 'education trust fund' that your deadbeat mother left you clearly state that once you get a disciplinary record during your school years, the scholarship will be frozen immediately."

Xie Wang's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the pen, his knuckles turning white, and the pen made a "click" sound as it could no longer bear the weight.

Jiang Yue was satisfied with his reaction and continued to rub salt into the wound:

"Five thousand yuan a month for living expenses is a huge sum for a scumbag like you, right? Without that money, how will you support your gambling-addicted father? How will you eat? Will you go back to scavenging for scraps in the garbage dump?"

Only a very few people in the entire school knew that Xie Wang was able to stay at No. 1 Middle School because of the trust fund left by his mother before her death, which could only be accessed by "obeying the law".

That was the only path his mother left him, a path that would allow him to finish his studies cleanly and without guilt.

Xie Wang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He's calculating.

How much blood will spurt from Jiang Yue's carotid artery when this stroke lands? Is it worth shattering his mother's last wish for this piece of trash?

Not cost-effective.

Points deducted.

Xie Wang loosened his clenched fingers, slumped back onto the table, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Get out of here after you're done."

Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment, then let out a smug chuckle.

"Xie Wang from Class 8 of Grade 11 was found to be unkempt and disrespectful to student council officers. He has been penalized 2 points. The whole class will be notified of his criticism."

He made a heavy mark on the notebook, then walked away with his men, strutting around like a victorious rooster.

"Damn, that bastard really deserves a beating!"

Once Jiang Yue had walked a distance, the fat man next to him dared to mutter under his breath, "Brother Wang, you're just going to let this go? This isn't like you!"

Xie Wang ignored him, and irritably reached into his bag, trying to find his earphones to shut out the noisy world.

The lingering scent of Su Qinghe from last night was still haunting him, making him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped.

In the innermost compartment of his schoolbag, which he never used, he touched something hard and square.

The texture felt somewhat familiar.

Xie Wang took the item out.

It was a stack of red banknotes, neatly arranged, wrapped in a folded piece of white paper.

It looks like it costs around 10,000 yuan.

Xie Wang was stunned.

When was she inserted?

He unfolded the white paper containing the money.

Xie Wang looked at the stack of money, and he could almost see that high and mighty young lady looking at his tattered schoolbag with disdain as she quickly stuffed the money into it.

"Oh."

Xie Wang twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a very short, cold laugh.

He stuffed the money back into the deepest part of his backpack, as if hiding a secret that couldn't be brought to light.

Both sides cleared up?

"Ring ring—"

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Xie Wang turned his head toward the window.

Outside the window is the playground, where the second year of high school (1) class is having a physical education class.

Even from a great distance, he spotted Su Qinghe at a glance.

She stood in the crowd, dressed in clean sportswear, her skin glowing white. Several girls surrounded her, seemingly discussing something interesting, and she wore a faint, aloof, yet polite smile.

Jiang Yue was eagerly handing her a water bottle; the two of them standing together looked like the most perfectly matched male and female protagonists in a youth novel.

The sunlight shone on her, making her look dazzlingly beautiful.

Xie Wang looked down at his mud-splattered trouser legs, then touched the 10,000 yuan "charity" in his backpack.

She is a cloud in the sky, and he is a dog in the mud.

The rain stopped last night, and our paths crossed again.

This is reality.

"bite--"

Just then, my old cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was a special frequency that vibrated three times in succession.

This is a notification sound from the encryption software he uses to take on "side jobs".

Xie Wang withdrew his gaze, narrowed his eyes, took out his phone, and skillfully entered a complex unlock password.

The screen went black instantly, and a line of dark red text appeared:

[Code name X, taking an order.]

[Task: Track down the underlying money laundering account of an overseas gambling website and compile a complete list of all transactions occurring within this account.]

[Reward: 50,000]

[Risk Level: High! Should I accept the call or not?]

Xie Wang stared at the number "fifty thousand".

With Su Qinghe's 10,000 yuan, it's just enough to pay off that alcoholic father's gambling debts for this week.

Without any hesitation, he quickly typed a single word:

【catch.】

He turned off his phone and looked out the window at the glamorous world again. The last bit of warmth in his eyes vanished, leaving only a desolate abyss.

Some people are school beauties under the sun.

Someone is making ransom money in the sewers.

This is fate.