TWMOV Chapter 3: The Poor Little Thing Who Suffered Domestic Abuse 03
Whoa—what kind of strange moe point is this?!
It was just his face being revealed from under his bangs!
The affection level that hadn’t budged at all suddenly shot up!
Is it age? Can’t keep up with how young people think anymore!
Sighing to himself, Yu Mu stayed to supervise Liang Han as he finished his bread and milk before heading back to class.
Back in the infirmary, Liang Han held the pink hair clip and waited until Tian Fang returned. When he asked her if it was hers, she unexpectedly said no.
He thought of Yu Mu, but couldn’t figure out why he had used this pink hair clip on him.
In the end, he slipped the hair clip into the pocket of his school uniform.
For the rest of the day, Yu Mu didn’t ask Liang Han anything more about his home situation, nor did he offer to help.
After all, it was only his first day as the homeroom teacher—he couldn’t be too eager. Plus, boys at this age usually have strong self-esteem, and he didn’t want to embarrass Liang Han.
But starting the next day, Yu Mu got up early every morning to boil eggs. If he ran into Liang Han in the courtyard, he would shove one into his hand. Liang Han would try to refuse, but Yu Mu insisted.
Eventually, Liang Han started leaving the house earlier to avoid him, but that obviously didn’t work—he could avoid Yu Mu in the courtyard, but not in the classroom.
During morning reading period, the boiled egg would still end up secretly tucked into his desk drawer.
Over time, Liang Han gave up resisting. Every morning, he obediently accepted the warm egg from Yu Mu’s hand, thanked him, and then left the courtyard.
The “feeding mission” was going strong. Yu Mu had developed the habit of stuffing snacks into Liang Han’s drawer—some from other teachers, some he bought himself. One way or another, he always wanted to sneak something in.
After the wound on Liang Han’s forehead healed, it left behind a light, petal-shaped scar.
Yu Mu found it more and more familiar-looking, until one day he suddenly remembered that Qi Yuan had a birthmark in the exact same shape on the left side of his collarbone—he was born with it.
Probably just a coincidence.
Yu Mu didn’t think much of it. What worried him more was the “dead” affection meter.
Despite all the feeding, Liang Han’s affection still hadn’t filled even one tiny heart. In fact, it had been stuck for days without moving at all.
Honestly, Yu Mu felt a bit frustrated.
Looking back, it wasn’t hard to see—Liang Han had always maintained a distant, neutral attitude toward him, keeping within the bounds of a proper student-teacher relationship.
He never proactively approached Yu Mu.
There was always an invisible wall between them, impossible to break.
Liang Han was like a lone wolf, living in a world of his own—extremely withdrawn.
Until one day, that frozen dynamic finally broke.
It was after school on a Friday. Yu Mu was riding his bike through a small alley when he saw four or five students from Beicheng No. 3 High School pinning Liang Han to the ground, forcing him to kneel while they cursed and rifled through his pants pockets. When they didn’t find money, they started hitting him, all the while hurling insults.
“Your dad’s a rapist, your mom’s a whore, and you’re some girly-looking bastard! Still staring? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”
One of the students had gauze on his forehead—he was the one Liang Han had injured before. Now he’d brought some friends for “payback,” and his mouth was foul beyond belief.
“My mom’s not a whore,” Liang Han said through bloodied lips after a slap twisted his face. He turned back with icy defiance in his eyes, biting out the words one by one. “My. Mom. Is. Not. A. Whore.”
His gaze was cold like a wolf’s. Even with his face swollen and blood in his mouth, he stared down the other student like he wanted to skin him alive.
“Peh!” The kid spat near his feet. “Everyone knows your mom sneaks off to other men’s homes all the time—if that’s not a whore, what is she?”
“Chen Ping!” Liang Han suddenly roared the name and surged forward, breaking free from the students pinning him down. He lunged at Chen Ping.
Rocks the size of fists were scattered across the alley. Liang Han grabbed one and slammed it into Chen Ping’s mouth. Blood came instantly.
Then came the second strike. The third. Each time, he raised the rock high and brought it down hard.
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up—!” Liang Han’s eyes were bloodshot. He sat on top of Chen Ping, using his weight to keep him down. The others punched and kicked him, even hit his head, but they only managed to slow him down. As long as he had the strength, he kept swinging.
Now it was Chen Ping’s turn to be terrified. He screamed, then started using his hands to cover his mouth. His hands got smashed, turning into a bloody mess. The pain made him sob uncontrollably.
Yu Mu had been stunned for a moment but snapped out of it and rushed forward, throwing down his bike and dragging Liang Han off with all his strength.
Chen Ping’s friends had also been scared stiff. Seeing an adult arrive, they quickly helped him up and fled, disappearing down the alley.
Liang Han was already bruised and battered. Now, barely able to stand, he dropped the bloody rock, which clinked against the stone pavement and left red stains behind.
He turned his head to look at Yu Mu, who was still holding his arm. Amid the cuts and messy bangs, a strange smile slowly spread across his handsome face.
It was the first time he’d smiled at Yu Mu, yet his dark eyes were vacant. The smile looked like contempt for others—or maybe for himself.
Blood trickled down his forehead, making the red in his eyes even more vivid.
“Teacher Yu, do you know what I was just thinking?” He wiped blood from the side of his face, his voice hoarse but tinged with a chilling sense of pleasure.
“I was thinking… if only I could kill Chen Ping. That way, he’d never open his mouth again.”
He continued, explaining as if it were normal. “My dad’s a rapist. So if I end up a murderer, I guess that would make sense to people like you.”
“Once someone gets labeled, they’re finished.”
Liang Han thought of his classmates, the neighbors in the courtyard.
Aunt Zhang had always been kind to him, but he couldn’t forget the fear in her daughter’s face when he helped her up after she fell.
He’d grown up in North City. His whole life, he’d heard the same things: your dad’s a rapist, your mom’s crazy, you’re a mistake that never should’ve existed.
But Yu Mu was different.
This man had never once looked at him with fear or disgust. He’d always treated him well—so well it felt unreal.
He kept telling himself it couldn’t be real, which was why he stayed distant. But he still couldn’t help expecting… hoping for more.
And now, all of that was over.
Just moments ago, he’d really wanted to kill Chen Ping—smash his mouth, crush his skull. Hearing his screams, seeing the fear in his eyes, feeling the blood and iron on his hands had brought him… a fleeting sense of pleasure.
To unleash the pain and rage by hurting others. His mind had screamed at him, pulling him into the abyss.
And standing at the bottom of that abyss was his father, grinning at him grotesquely.
See? You’re trash too.
He and Teacher Yu didn’t belong in the same world. No one could see this version of him without recoiling in fear.
So, Liang Han let the smile fade and told Yu Mu:
“As you saw, I’m trash. So you…” He jerked his arm free from Yu Mu’s grip. “You should stop trying to help me.”
He staggered, leaned on the wall to steady himself, then picked up his schoolbag and limped out of the alley.
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