Student Book 3 || Weirdie Stars

Chapter 25: The First Day's Incident

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The wushu club's training room is soundproof, it has its pros and cons. But boy, Risqhi has never expected the cons of the soundproof walls to be something at this level. [Y/N]'s screams whilst being beaten up couldn't be heard outside and thus, no help came.

Risqhi knew the girl would be in danger after classes end, but an announcement for him from the vice-principal that took quite a while held his time from guarding [Y/N], and the scheming twins took that very chance. The vice-principal doesn't know about the Untitled, the student council president didn't have any reason to reject the call to his room. He knew how to behave normally until the old man finished his words and dismissed the student, though.

Risqhi's steps were hurried, practically running to the training room that the wushu club had occupied for the last many years. Not only his legs, his heart was also racing with concern, anger, and regret.

I'm sorry, [Y/N], I'm sorry, he kept repeating the words in his mind, and if he were to voice it out, it would definitely sound like a prayer. His heart ache at the thought of what those little devils could be doing to his beloved person.

But, as much as he would like to continue his way, Wang Aeri appeared in front of him.

What bad timing.

"Why are you so hurried, Risqhi?" She sounds monotonous as usual, with that expressionless look on her face.

The boy had to think of coherent words to say. "I'm late for club meeting and practice." It didn't come out as steady as he wanted, Aeri immediately knew it was a crude lie and that something was up. Risqhi would always wear his training outfit on his way to the club room after changing, but now he still has his uniform on.

"I see," but only she nodded and turned her gaze away. "Good luck with practice." The Korean tapped Risqhi's shoulder as she walked past him. At least, she knew there are limits to privacy one's lover should know, and business they shouldn't stick their nose to.

The hazel-eyed boy exhaled a sigh and started walking again. A turn to the left and some steps ahead brought him to the destination. Without hesitation, Risqhi slammed the door open and left it closed by itself after he stepped into the room.

His eyes widened at the sight that came to view.

[Y/N], his precious [Y/N], was lying on the floor helplessly unconscious with bruises badly decorating her skin that wasn't covered by clothing. Her shoes, hairpin, tie and blazer messily left all over the place leaving her only with the uniform shirt and skirt. Her pained expression crushed Risqhi's heart. Moreover, Michelle had her foot on top of [Y/N]'s left ear.

"I told you to meet me after school in the club room, which means [Y/N] would be here too, but I never guessed you wouldn't warn her not to get in contact with us."

The council president's mind was too fuzzy to progress the words which came out of Michael's mouth. He failed to protect you. That's all that was on his mind.

Risqhi blinked and looked down on the carpeted floor.

"You piece of shit..." a mutter was whispered through gritted teeth. His knuckles turned white for clenching too strongly.

"Hm? Are you going to beat me up?" Michael walked towards the angered boy, relaxed and chill. He leaned down to see the other's expression for entertainment.