Why Do All the Villains Look at Me Like This? - Chapter 21

Wu Zian’s punch really wasn’t light at all. Inside the dorm room, Meng Xuexiao didn’t know exactly what the wall outside had become, but he could see that on his side of the wall, five bulging points had appeared, perfectly aligned with the knuckles of a human fist.

How thick were the dorm walls?

Meng Xuexiao hadn’t calculated it precisely, but he knew that the Federation Military Academy used only the best building materials. Even with an excavator, it’d be near impossible to gouge out something like this in one go.

This… was the power of an S-class physique?

Meng Xuexiao clenched his hand into a fist and held it next to the marks in the wall. Each of the five knuckle indentations was a full size larger than his own. It was like a beast baring its savage jaws. Suddenly, he felt a little shaken.

He had been far too impulsive just now!

He had originally thought that even if Wu Zian beat him up, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

After all, this was the Federation Military Academy. Everyone was about the same age, how bad could Wu Zian really get?

Unexpectedly…..

Maybe Wu Zian was a bit weaker compared to Chu Sinian or the Enforcer, but compared to him, it was like an ordinary human facing a primordial beast. A force he could not possibly contend with.

What if Wu Zian had really started a fight here…

Meng Xuexiao recalled that punch just now. Wu Zian had looked like a madman who had broken free from his leash.

He waited a moment, then cautiously tiptoed to peek through the peephole in the door. The peephole had a convex lens, so everything outside appeared distorted—even the light in the hallway looked twisted.

Outside his dorm room lay shattered ceramic shards, mixed with the stems and leaves of some kind of herbaceous plant. Meng Xuexiao recognized it. It was a flowerpot kept by the students in the adjacent room. Since the hallway got good sunlight, they had placed it there. The pot was about the size of a basketball and very heavy.

And yet now, just like that, it had been knocked down by the aftershock of that single punch.

Meng Xuexiao quickly moved his gaze away from the broken pot, sweeping around the full field of vision allowed by the peephole, but he didn’t see any sign of Wu Zian.

He’s… really gone, right?

He couldn’t be sure. And he definitely didn’t dare open the door to check.

As he went about his tasks afterward, Meng Xuexiao’s eyes kept drifting toward the door, afraid that in the next second, the perfectly fine door would be smashed open, just like that shattered flowerpot on the ground.

“Thud.”

The familiar sound of the door hitting the wall after being opened.

Meng Xuexiao, who had been doing his homework, suddenly froze, his pen halting mid-stroke. He immediately turned his head in alarm, like a young beast on the prairie, barely surviving day by day, ears twitching nervously to catch the sound of a predator.

By now, the sky had completely darkened. The person who opened the door was backlit, and Meng Xuexiao couldn’t see who it was, only a dark silhouette.

He swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry, but just standing there in a stalemate wasn’t going to help. He could only try and speak cautiously, “…Wu Zian?”

The person didn’t reply, lips tightly pressed together and stepped forward a few paces.

Silence… did that mean confirmation?

Meng Xuexiao tensed instantly and grabbed a thick, brick-sized book, raising it toward the figure, “Stay right there. This is a student dormitory—if you try anything, the dorm matron won’t just let it slide!”

But the person ignored him and continued walking forward.

One step, two steps, three steps…

Meng Xuexiao had already lifted the hand holding the book, ready to throw it, but in the next second, he caught sight of the person’s jaw under the light.

The moment he saw it, his raised hand hesitated and then awkwardly lowered.

It wasn’t Wu Zian who had come—it was Shen Zekai.

The other occupant of this dorm room.

But Shen Zekai right now was very different from his usual self. Most of his face was hidden in shadow, his expression unreadable, and the gentle smile that usually lingered at the corners of his lips had completely vanished, his mouth drawn into a flat, tight line. This Shen Zekai, in terms of presence, was in no way inferior to Wu Zian.

Equally chilling.

Meng Xuexiao’s grip on the book tightened again.

“I heard Wu Zian came looking for you today.” Shen Zekai’s voice was laced with barely contained fury.

Meng Xuexiao immediately understood, Shen Zekai already knew what had happened today.

Which wasn’t surprising at all. There were plenty of eyes in the surrounding dorm rooms, and as a student representative, Shen Zekai got information much faster than others.

Not to mention, when he came back to the dorm just now, he must’ve seen the imprint from Wu Zian’s punch left on the wall.

“…I’m sorry,” Meng Xuexiao apologized first.

Anyone would be upset if they were caught in the crossfire.

If he came back from class and found the wall next to his dorm room wrecked, he’d be mad too, let alone when the person responsible was his own roommate. If it were him coming back from class and discovering the wall beside his dorm room had been severely damaged, he’d definitely be angry too, let alone when the culprit behind it all was his own roommate.

And Shen Zekai had played a big role in helping Meng Xuexiao move from that run-down dorm room downstairs to this one. Meng Xuexiao already owed him gratitude, yet now he had dragged him into trouble.

“I’m really, really sorry for causing you trouble. I’ll pack up my things tonight…”

And move out.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?!”

Meng Xuexiao’s increasingly quiet voice collided with Shen Zekai’s furious roar.

The sudden loud shout rang in Meng Xuexiao’s ears, leaving him slightly dazed. It took him a while to recover before he tentatively asked, “…What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Shen Zekai’s chest heaved violently. He suddenly stepped forward and gripped Meng Xuexiao’s shoulders tightly. His once-neatly pressed clothes were instantly crushed into deep, wrinkled creases.