studiobondurri The so-called "handle" in Chapter 133 is just a high school bedroom photo?
The so-called "handle" in Chapter 133 is just a high school bedroom photo?
The air seemed to solidify into a gel-like substance in that instant, and even breathing became viscous.
Su Qingge's finger touched the blurry pixel, her fingertip turning white from the pressure. In her usually calm and clear eyes, a dangerous storm was churning.
"Lin Zhou, explain yourself."
Her voice wasn't loud, and even sounded calm, but beneath that calm lay a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
"Is this what you mean by 'as innocent as an A4 sheet of paper'?"
"High school, dormitory, a lone boy and a lone girl lying on the same bed... I didn't realize, Mr. Lin, that your extracurricular life back then was so colorful?"
Lin Zhou felt a chill run down the back of his neck, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.
He snatched the phone, practically glued his eyes to the screen, trying to make sense of everything from those pixels that were more abstract than a mosaic.
"Innocent! This is absolutely an innocence!"
"Honey, listen to me. Back in high school, I was known as a paragon of virtue. I never even held a girl's hand, let alone brought her back to the dorm..."
"Then what is this?"
Su Qingge crossed her arms, coldly interrupting his explanation, and raised her chin towards the screen.
"Are you trying to tell me that these two were figuring out how to solve this geometry problem in bed?"
Lin Zhou was speechless.
Although the photo is blurry, the two overlapping figures are too easy to imagine, especially with the dim lighting and the misleading background. It seems like solid evidence no matter how you look at it.
He gritted his teeth, zoomed in on the image to its maximum size, and swiped his fingers across the screen incessantly.
and many more.
Why does this "bed" look a little strange?
There was no bedside table, no pillow, and even the sheets were wrinkled and looked like... a curtain?
And the boy's clothes.
Although the face is obscured, the exaggerated ruffles at the neckline and the intricate lace on the cuffs... who the hell would dress like this to sleep? Is this someone going to a Versailles ball?
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through Lin Zhou's mind, illuminating a long-forgotten corner of his memory.
The first semester of senior year, New Year's Day cultural performance.
In an effort to elevate the class's artistic sensibilities, homeroom teacher Mr. Wang forced all the boys in the class to put on a bizarre, fusion-style play—"Romeo and Juliet."
Unfortunately, the original owner was forced to take on the role of "Romeo" because he was too handsome.
As for Juliet...
It really seems to be that woman, Chu Yuwei, who played the role!
Lin Zhou slapped his thigh suddenly, his previously tense smile instantly breaking into an extremely abrupt burst of laughter.
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
That laugh completely stunned Su Qingge.
She had prepared a whole host of interrogation questions and even thought about how to punish Lin Zhou if he admitted his mistake, but this guy just laughed like an idiot.
"Lin Zhou!"
Su Qingge's face darkened further, and her voice carried a hint of anger.
"Do you think this is something to be proud of? Or do you think I'm easy to fool?"
"No, no, no... Ouch, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing."
Lin Zhou rubbed his stomach and wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes. He collapsed onto the sofa, his hand trembling as he pointed at his phone screen.
"Wife, look closely, look again."
"This isn't a sex photo at all!"
"This is a major disaster caused by insufficient funding and making do with what's available!"
Seeing Lin Zhou's appearance, Su Qingge's anger subsided somewhat, replaced by a deep sense of confusion.
She frowned, leaned closer to the screen again, and looked in the direction Lin Zhou was pointing.
"Look at this 'bed,' it's four desks put together and covered with an old classroom curtain."
Lin Zhou suppressed a laugh and began to dissect the so-called "scandalous photo" one by one.
"Look at that dark bottle over there. That's not some sex toy; it's 'poison' we made by painting a Coke bottle black!"
"And this shirt I'm wearing, it's a 'noble shirt' I bought on Taobao for 19.9 yuan with free shipping. The quality was so bad that the sleeve tore halfway through the performance!"
Su Qingge listened in a daze, her beautiful eyes blinking repeatedly.
"so……"
She spoke hesitantly, but the icy tone in her voice was quickly melting away.
"This isn't a hotel booking record, it's... a play rehearsal?"
"Yes! The final scene of Romeo and Juliet's tragic love story!"
Lin Zhou spread his hands, looking both amused and exasperated.
"During the rehearsal, many people in the class gathered around to watch, and Chu Yuwei probably had someone secretly take this photo from this angle at that time."
"But I never expected this woman's thought process to be so peculiar."
"Trying to blackmail me for five million with a photo of dozens of students watching a play rehearsal?"
"Does she think I've lost my memory, or does she think our combined IQs are lower than a paramecium's?"
The truth came out.
The tense atmosphere in the living room vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of "speechlessness".
Su Qingge looked at the photo again, and the more she looked at it, the more ridiculous it seemed.
The boy in the cheap ruffled shirt lay on the makeshift desk, his posture stiff as if he were a corpse. Where was there any romantic atmosphere?
"This woman..."
Su Qingge shook her head, a mocking smile creeping onto her lips.
"This is absolutely insane."
"If this kind of thing is released, and any of her classmates from back then can testify, she'll probably get her face slapped."
"She probably thinks that I would pay money to avoid trouble because I feel guilty or to protect my current reputation."
Lin Zhou sneered, a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"After all, in her mind, I am still Lin Zhou, the one who would fawn over her like a dog if she just beckoned with her finger."
"What a pity, now Lin Zhou is the best at dealing with anyone who dares to challenge him."
Looking at Su Qingge's cheeks, which were flushed from her earlier jealousy, Lin Zhou suddenly had a mischievous thought.
He didn't rush to throw the phone away, nor did he immediately try to comfort his wife.
Instead, he leisurely picked up his phone and tapped on the heavily blurred photo.
"Since she wants to play this game so much, I'll play along and see what happens."
"Five million, is it? You'll be ruined, won't you?"
Lin Zhou's fingers flew across the screen, each word like a poisoned arrow, precisely piercing Chu Yuwei's fragile nerves.
Seeing his mischievous grin, Su Qingge couldn't help but curiously move closer.
"What did you reply?"
Lin Zhou pressed the send button, showing Su Qingge his phone screen with a roguish air that made people grit their teeth.
"It's nothing, just a reminder so she doesn't make herself cry from being so stupid."
On the screen, there is only a simple sentence, yet it is full of satirical art:
"Chu University's campus belle, could you please visit an ophthalmologist before making any blackmail next time? Have you ever seen a 'bedroom photo' where the male protagonist is wearing a cheap Romeo costume (19.9 yuan including shipping) and lying on a desk committing suicide for love?"