Lu Man lay limply on Ding Yuanyuan, the sheets soaked with sweat, heavy breaths echoing in the dormitory. As the effects of the drug gradually faded, a glimmer of clarity returned to his eyes. Outside, dawn was breaking, with rays of morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, yet they could not illuminate the shadows in his heart. He felt a wave of nausea, his stomach churning violently; the madness of moments ago felt like a nightmare that left him shivering.
He slowly sat up, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled bed. Crumpled silk pajamas and scattered black high heels littered the floor, while the lingering air of intimacy silently narrated everything that had just transpired. Ding Yuanyuan curled up on the bed, her snow-white skin marred by small red marks, resembling blooming poppies—beautiful yet deadly. Her eyes were hollow, as if she had lost her soul, allowing her tousled curls to fall beside her pillow, adding to her pitiful appearance. A wave of fear surged within Lu Man as he realized how absurd and dangerous his actions had been. This was not merely a moral decline; he had placed himself in a perilous situation.
Zhao Yang suppressed his inner fury; he knew this was not the time to explode. He had to remain calm and wait for the right moment. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself. The vulnerability of Ding Yuanyuan at that moment pained him deeply. He longed to rush forward and give Lu Man—a man devoid of honor—a good beating, but he understood that such actions would only worsen matters. He had to endure and wait for an opportunity to completely bring Lu Man down.
Li Zheng stood aside, observing everything with cold indifference. A barely perceptible smirk played at the corners of his mouth, as if everything was under his control. To him, this farce was merely an entertaining spectacle. He watched Lu Man and Zhao Yang with keen interest, calculating how to exploit this situation for his own gain.
Lu Man straightened his clothes, striving to appear calm. He approached Zhao Yang and spoke in a low voice, “Zhao Yang, about what happened…” He paused, seemingly searching for words to mask the ugly truth.
Zhao Yang interrupted him, “ Principal Lu, you don’t need to worry; I know what to do.” His tone was calm but carried an undercurrent of coldness.
Lu Man was taken aback for a moment before understanding Zhao Yang's implication. He cast a grateful glance at Zhao Yang, realizing that he was helping him cover up the incident. He felt a sense of relief while also being pleased with Zhao Yang’s discretion.
Zhao Yang moved beside Ding Yuanyuan and gently helped her sit up. Her gaze was dazed, as if she hadn’t fully regained consciousness. Her body felt limp and devoid of strength.
“Ding Yuanyuan, are you alright?” Zhao Yang asked softly, concern lacing his voice.
Ding Yuanyuan shook her head; her voice was hoarse. “I… I’m fine.” Her words were faint, barely audible like a whisper.
Supporting Ding Yuanyuan, Zhao Yang slowly walked out of the dormitory. He moved deliberately slow to avoid causing her discomfort; he knew she needed rest and comfort at that moment.
Li Zheng watched their retreating figures with a flicker of complex emotions in his eyes. He understood that a subtle alliance had formed between Zhao Yang and Lu Man—one that would significantly impact future developments.
Lu Man watched Zhao Yang's departing figure, feeling a mix of emotions. He realized he owed Zhao Yang a significant favor, one that would eventually need to be repaid. Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag, the taste of nicotine helping him regain some composure.
Back in his office, Lu Man sat in his chair, the curling smoke surrounding him as his thoughts drifted back to the earlier madness. Ding Yuanyuan's soft waist, her voluptuous hips, and those enticing eyes were hard to forget. He crushed the cigarette stub with force; he knew he could no longer indulge in such dangerous games. He had to stay sharp to survive in this power struggle. Picking up the phone, he dialed a number. "Hello, please help me gather information on Zhao Yang—detailed as possible."
The next morning, Lu Man summoned Zhao Yang to his office.
"Zhao Yang," Lu Man coughed lightly for effect, "about last night..." He feigned a serious demeanor. "I've thought it over and decided to issue you a warning." He put on an expression of deep concern. "Young man, you need to be careful in the future and avoid making similar mistakes. We'll leave it at this for now; no further action will be taken." He added, "The reason for the warning is... disturbing others by rehearsing a play late at night in the dormitory."
Zhao Yang smirked internally; he understood that Lu Man was giving him an opportunity to save face while also testing his loyalty.
"Thank you, Principal Lu," Zhao Yang replied respectfully, showing no sign of discontent.
Lu Man waved his hand dismissively. "Just remember to be cautious in the future."
Zhao Yang nodded and turned to leave the office.
As he stepped out, a cold smile crept onto Zhao Yang's lips. He knew that Lu Man's warning was merely a facade. The real intention was to win him over and make him a pawn in his game. And Zhao Yang saw this as an opportunity to get closer to Lu Man and uncover his secrets.
This power game had only just begun.
In the dormitory, Li Zheng looked at Zhao Yang with curiosity in his eyes. "Zhao Yang, are you really going to let Lu Man off the hook like that?"
Zhao Yang smiled lightly. "Of course not; I'm just waiting for the right moment."
Li Zheng nodded. He knew that Zhao Yang was a clever man who would not easily let any enemy slip away. Meanwhile, he would quietly observe from the sidelines, waiting for the perfect moment to seize everything he desired.
At the end of the corridor, Sun Yan stood silently watching it all unfold. Her gaze was deep, as if she could see into people's hearts. She understood that the game between Zhao Yang and Lu Man would change the entire landscape of the academic world. And she, too, would play an important role in this game.
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