Found a Minor Scumbag
Su Cui carried a bucket and walked into the women's restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror over the sink. She ran her hand over her graying hair in the mirror. The old woman reflected in the mirror was short, to say nothing of her stout frame—it was as if the words "big and bulky" were written all over her. Even her hunched posture couldn't hide her big hands, big feet, big head, thick waist, thick legs, and thick neck.
No matter how you looked at it, this face didn't have the style of a graceful old lady.
Her features were actually quite good, so why did she look so rough?
Su Cui pulled open her mouth in front of the mirror to examine her teeth, frowned in disgust, then pinched the fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes—double disgust. The age spots were even worse.
Looking around the restroom, Su Cui sighed. It was much better and larger than the restrooms in her own high school. It must be tiring to clean, though it wasn't her job.
She had paid under the table to get this cleaning position. Money really greased the wheels. She had said she wanted a flexible job because she couldn't sit still, so they assigned her to take care of the garden area. She could also patrol the campus, pick up trash, wipe down stair railings, windows, and doors—perfect for wandering around.
Su Cui adjusted her arm sleeves and walked out of the restroom.
Her plan today was to visit the second-year science honors class on the fourth floor of Teaching Building No. 2. Speaking of City A High School, she had to mention a medium-level daily premium scumbag from the later plot who left a deep impression on Su Cui and met Su Baixue in college.
Carrying her bucket and rag, she slowly made her way to the vicinity of the honors class. Su Cui looked around. Any target she specifically sought out was usually someone entangled with the female lead, and those guys often had good looks.
She quickly spotted the target: by the window, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, with a sunny appearance. He looked over 180 cm tall. Should be him.
Using her limited memories, Su Cui had summarized the types of perverted scumbags in "Yangchun Baixue" during the summer. Based on how fleshed out their characters were and their life experiences, she divided them into three levels.
At the top, requiring the most attention, was the first level: high-level perverted scumbags.
High-level perverted scumbags were those with status and influence who lasted into the later parts of the story. They had money and power, with identities including transnational mafia bosses, superstar idols, domineering CEOs, yandere doctors, cold hackers, killer twins, and so on. These could be considered a high-IQ group, though in this sanitized novel, Su Cui couldn't see any plot that actually demonstrated their intelligence—the author just glossed over it with a mention of high IQ, so she would take that at face value.
To advance the plot, this book had all sorts of messy storylines, all serving the inexplicable need to get the female lead into physical relationships with the male leads.
Like picking up a superstar beside a trash can.
When Su Cui read that part, she couldn't stop twitching her mouth. The memory was so vivid that after coming into this book world, Su Cui couldn't help peering into trash cans on her way home, afraid a superstar might pop out of one!
The second level: medium-level daily scumbags.
These were the ones who hung around regularly, occasionally being disgusting, and managed to stick around until the middle of the story. They generally came from decent families, with identities including but not limited to: top students, school bullies, teachers, classmates, etc. Among them, there was one who unexpectedly charged into the later plots.
That was the target Su Cui was observing now. Sitting by the window, he looked like a Japanese-style pretty boy, with clear eyes, glasses, and the face of a model student—the academic scumbag, He Li.
Because of his unique role in the later plot, Su Cui marked his name in red in her little booklet, "Princess Bai Xue's High School Anti-Scum Guide," and gave him the title of medium-level, daily premium scumbag.
He Li lived up to his name.
On the surface, he was the epitome of civility and politeness. To sum up the original text: Su Baixue, whose heart was as dead as ashes, met He Li in college, who illuminated the tip of her heart. She often felt inferior to He Li's excellence, never expecting him to confess to her. After she told He Li about Zhao Pengfei, He Li didn't look down on her; instead, he kept helping and caring for her. Su Baixue fell deeply in love with this sunny boy, believing she had found her happiness.
Then... Su Baixue was beaten black and blue by this emotional-cheating, domestic-violence expert, plunging into an abyss.
To further confirm the target, Su Cui pulled aside a male student who had just come out of the honors class to get water. She asked softly, "Excuse me, is there a boy named He Li in your class?"
"He Li?" The boy thought for a moment, then pointed to her target by the window. "Yeah, the one by the window. What do you want with He Li?"
Su Cui put on a troubled expression. "It's like this—a man said he's his father and asked me to pass a packet of medicine to him. But as you can see, I still have work to do. Could you help me give it to him?"
"Sure," the boy nodded. "Let me get some water first. Hand it over, and I'll give it to him."
Su Cui handed him the small paper packet she had prepared. "Thanks."
The boy went to the water dispenser at the end of the hallway. Su Cui walked a little farther away and waited until she saw the boy go back to the classroom and approach He Li before she picked up her bucket and left.
He Li's domestic violence had a trigger.
Su Cui had managed to read most of "Yangchun Baixue" patiently in the beginning because the perverts and scumbags in it, unlike typical sanitized novels, had very complete background stories for the characters who made it to the later parts. Ignoring some idiotic plot points, the book had some merit in terms of story completeness, which was why her cousin had collected it so carefully.
When He Li appeared in the later chapters, there was a section that wrote about the trigger for his violence.
...
"He Li! Your dad sent a packet of medicine for you."
A folded white paper ball appeared in front of He Li. The male student who dropped it twisted his water bottle and asked He Li with concern, "Are you sick? Are you okay?"
The weather was hot, and not a breath of wind came in through the window, bringing an unusual stillness and silence to this area.
He Li looked at the boy as if he had heard something incomprehensible. He repeated, "My dad?"
The boy was taken aback. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's creepy... Yeah, your dad."
"A janitor lady just said she met your dad at the school gate and he asked her to pass this to you. Since I was on my way, I brought it in for you."
The boy felt the oppressive atmosphere.
He glanced curiously at the white paper bundle on He Li's desk. "What's in it? Isn't it medicine?"
"It is medicine." He Li lowered his eyes and picked up the paper bundle, squeezing it in his hand, gradually tightening his grip.
"What are you sick with?" The boy didn't take the hint.
"Just a little cold..." He Li forced a smile and reminded him, "Thanks, you'd better go back. Class is about to start."
"Oh, okay."
As He Li spoke, the bell rang. The sharp, piercing sound made him break out in a cold sweat again. His heart pounded violently, and he could feel his neck swelling and tensing.
When He Li tremblingly opened the white paper bundle in his hand and saw the white powder inside, the swelling pain in his neck reached its peak. He panted heavily; within a minute, his entire neck showed an unusual, hideous redness.
Restlessness.
Extreme restlessness.