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

The sports meet, which had been bustling for two days, finally came to an end. Su Qinghe helped Xie Wang slowly walk out of the school gate.

Xie Wang placed one hand on her shoulder, and leaned most of his weight on her uninjured left leg, making it a little difficult for him to walk.

"How about we have Uncle Zhong drive the car to the door?" Su Qinghe looked at the thin layer of sweat on his forehead and felt a little sorry for him. "You can't walk too far with that foot."

"It's alright, it's just a few steps..."

Just as Xie Wanggang was about to show off, he looked up and saw a pink-colored steamed fish head with chopped peppers parked under the largest sycamore tree at the school gate.

Lu Yi was leaning against the car door, striking a pose.

He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, gazing at the sunset, and murmured softly:

"The sunset is the blood that flows from the daytime, and this pink chariot is Noah's Ark that carries these wounded souls back home."

Su Qinghe: "..."

Xie Wang: "..."

Before the two could react, Lu Yi turned his head, his eyes filled with that signature pity, and waved to Xie Wang:

"Get in, wounded soldier. Though it looks pink, it has a wild engine."

Xie Wang looked at the small car that could only seat two people, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly:

"Great poet Lu, are you sure this thing can fit me?"

"Crowding is a way for souls to get closer." Lu Yi opened the car door, her face showing a look of resignation. "Leave this glorious and arduous escort mission to me."

Seeing this, Su Qinghe couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She glanced at the cramped passenger seat, then at Lu Yi's theatrical expression, and turned to Xie Wang, saying:

"Alright, since you can't refuse the photographer Lu's hospitality, you can take his car back. I'll have Uncle Zhong pick me up, and we'll meet downstairs at my house."

Helpless, Xie Wang could only squeeze his tall frame of over 1.8 meters into the pink chopped chili fish head car with Lu Yi's help.

……

[Inside the car]

The car door closed, and the world fell silent instantly.

Lu Yi skillfully shifted gears and started the car, the pink fish head slowly blending into the evening rush hour traffic at an extremely adorable pace.

Two big boys were crammed into such a small space that their knees were almost touching.

Xie Wang adjusted his posture, straightening his injured leg a little, and turned his head to look at Lu Yi, who was focused on driving.

"Road One".

Xie Wang spoke, his joking tone gone:

"Thanks for today."

Without Lu Yi's crucial photos, Zhao Qiang and his group would have vehemently denied it, and it would most likely have ended up being just an "accident" that was left unresolved.

Lu Yi stared straight ahead, his long, pale fingers gripping the steering wheel, his tone indifferent:

No need for thanks.

"The camera is my eye; I'm just letting the luxury of truth occasionally bask in the sunlight."

Xie Wang couldn't help but laugh as he listened to these flowery words:

"Are you always this tired from talking? Also, I've wanted to ask this for a long time..."

Xie Wang stared at his profile:

"Before you transferred to Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, you were in a top high school in Beijing, right? You had good grades and professional photography skills, so you must have been popular. Why did you suddenly transfer?"

Lu Yi's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly for a moment.

The pink car slowly came to a stop at the red light.

Lu Yi remained silent for a long time, and the air in the carriage seemed to freeze.

His thoughts were drawn back to that rainy afternoon six months ago.

[Memories - Six Months Ago - Provincial Key High School]

That dark corner of the equipment room.

A skinny boy was trampled underfoot by several people wearing brand-name sneakers, his school uniform was torn, and his face was covered in blood.

The boy leading the group had a handsome yet sinister face—Gu Yan.

Gu Yan, the second young master of Tianlong Group.

"Please...Young Master Gu, I won't do it again..." the person on the ground pleaded.

"Shh." Gu Yan crouched down, patted the person's face, and smiled cruelly. "In this school, I can trample on whoever I want. Who told you to block my way?"

In the corner, Lu Yi raised his camera, his hand trembling, and pressed the shutter, recording this scene of bullying.

He thought that having evidence would bring justice.

But he was wrong.

The day after the photo was submitted, the bullied boy transferred schools, saying it was "due to personal reasons."

Gu Yan was completely unharmed. He even stopped Lu Yi on his way home from school, laughing as he burned one of Lu Yi's photos with a lighter, and said contemptuously in his ear:

"An artist? In this city, capital is the rule. You want to be a hero? Fine, then get out of here."

Immediately following this was a conversation with the school, who pinned all sorts of unfounded accusations of "violating school rules" on him, trying to force him to leave and persuade him to transfer.

That was the first time Lu Yi witnessed how fragile so-called talent and justice were in the face of absolute power.

[End of flashback]

Lu Yi took a deep breath, and the green light came on.

He stepped on the gas, and the car started moving again.

He didn't tell Xie Wang, but simply adjusted his glasses, resuming his aloof yet slightly melancholic tone, and said softly:

"For justice."

Xie Wang was taken aback: "What?"

Lu Yi turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes clear and firm:

"I transferred schools because I smelled the stench of money in the air there, which was the source of my allergy to art."

"As for why I'm helping you..."

Lu paused, looking ahead, a self-deprecating yet stubborn smile curving his lips:

"Perhaps it's because I don't want to see evil growing rampant in the darkness anymore, while those who hold cameras are forced to choose blindness."

After saying that, he shook his head, as if trying to shake off those heavy memories:

"It's just a little bit of hardship."

Xie Wang looked at him.

He didn't press further, but simply leaned back in his chair and curled the corners of his lips into a smile:

"Fine, for justice."

"From now on at No. 1 Middle School, as long as I'm here, no one can oppose your justice."

Ten minutes later.

The pink fish head came to a steady stop in the parking space.

A black Maybach was parked nearby. Su Qinghe had arrived long ago and was standing by the car waiting for them.

"We've arrived. Get off the vehicle, wounded soldier."

Lu Yi unbuckled his seatbelt, went around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and reached out to help Xie Wang.

"Slow down, watch your footing."

Lu Yi supported Xie Wang's arm, trying to help him out.

however.

When Xie Wang, standing over 1.8 meters tall and weighing 140-150 pounds, pressed down on Lu Yi—

"Hmm!"

Lu Yi's pale and thin body swayed suddenly, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt down before Xie Wang on the spot.

"Cough cough...!" Lu Yi's face flushed red as she struggled to stay upright. "You... how come you're so heavy?!"

That "fragile" body swayed precariously under Xie Wang's weight.

"Hey! Hold on!"

Xie Wang was startled and quickly braced himself on one leg, then reached back and caught Lu Yi who was about to fall.

"Hey Poet Lu, not only is your soul fragile, but your body is also quite weak. Don't just focus on reciting poetry all the time, eat more meat."

Su Qinghe stood aside, watching the comical sight of the two of them supporting each other and almost falling over, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She stepped forward, skillfully taking Xie Wang's other arm and steadily sharing half of his weight. Then, looking at Lu Yi, who was panting and adjusting his glasses to hide his embarrassment, she teased:

"Photographer Lu, it seems this is what Milan Kundera described as the unbearable weight of life."

Xie Wang: "Teacher Su, you're learning from Lu Yi too -.-"