Scandal: The School Tyrant and Heartthrob’s Private Photos Leaked

#SCANDAL: Private Bedroom Photos of the School Tyrant and Heartthrob Leaked!

Qiyu bolted upright, his beautiful eyes wide with shock. His fair face flushed scarlet with indignation. “These people must be completely deranged.”

It was common knowledge that he and Lu Xingye had always maintained a respectable distance at school, barely exchanging ten sentences throughout their entire first year of high school.

Furthermore, Lu Xingye had moved out of the Lu family home since middle school, living alone in an apartment near the school. Adding to that, the two had a massive argument right before he moved out.

This incident had virtually severed all ties between them. Qiyu couldn’t help but frown every time he recalled it.

His only conclusion: ‘Lu Xingye is truly detestable! And my younger self was equally detestable!’

‘What nonsense was this about a ‘child husband’ anyway? Now their parents had actually taken it seriously.’

Qiyu had always believed he lived in a Mary Sue world, and he had his reasons.

Firstly, he was merely a fake young master. As a child, he’d casually blurted out that he wanted to be his brother’s child husband.

The moment he said it, his parents’ eyes lit up, leaving both him and Lu Xingye utterly bewildered. Not only that, they even signed a child husband agreement on the spot.

And only Lu Xingye’s parents had the authority to annul it.

Qiyu had more than once wondered if a single sentence had twisted his fate, transforming a fake young master into the future wife of the richest man.

Perhaps others wouldn’t find anything amiss, but what kind of parents would enjoy seeing their two sons become a gay couple? Who would be so eager to push their own biological son onto the ‘gay pier’?

His second piece of evidence was this: Saint Lanxinglin Noble Academy, renowned nationwide and possessing top-tier resources, was filled with students—even the most inconspicuous background characters—who were all either immensely wealthy or highly influential.

However, these aristocratic scions from various prominent families weren’t spending their days at school studying the art of business.

Instead, they were constantly lurking in the school forums, gossiping like busybodies about other people’s private affairs.

This was precisely why Qiyu chose to keep his distance from Lu Xingye. The academy even had dedicated forums for ‘True and Fake Young Masters, True and Fake Young Misses.’

The ‘fake’ ones were treated as subhuman, subjected to endless cold remarks, mockery, and malice. Even if it wasn’t your fault, they would twist the truth against you.

‘I absolutely cannot be discovered!!!’

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“Young Master, why don’t you take a break and have some fruit?” Wang Ma’s concerned voice drifted from outside the door.

Qiyu casually tossed his phone aside, quickly got out of bed, and opened the door. “Thank you, Wang Ma.” He even offered a sweet smile as he spoke.

Wang Ma handed the fruit platter to Qiyu but remained standing there. Following her gaze, Qiyu immediately understood.

His desk sat nearby, several books haphazardly piled upon it.

Qiyu whined playfully, drawing out his words, “I’ve been studying hard, Wang Ma, don’t you worry.”

He didn’t need to guess; he knew his mother must have sent Wang Ma up to check if he was slacking off.

Hearing this, the wrinkles around Wang Ma’s eyes crinkled as she chuckled. “All work and no play makes one dull. The Madam is just too strict with you.”

Wang Ma had worked for their family for over twenty years and had watched Qiyu grow up. Seeing him seemingly study day and night, her heart ached for him.

What Wang Ma didn’t know was that “studying day and night” was merely a persona Qiyu had crafted for himself. For him, reading was akin to self-torture.

He wasn’t a masochist.

The most crucial aspect of maintaining this persona was that if he didn’t perform well on exams, his chances of survival would increase.

Perhaps his parents would even console themselves, ‘There’s nothing we can do, this child’s cerebral cortex is just that smooth.’

A chuckle escaped him at the thought. “Alright, Wang Ma, I understand.”

As Wang Ma’s footsteps faded into the distance, he watched her retreating back, then instantly clicked the door shut and locked it.

Like a lazy fish, he buried his face in his blanket, his pale, slender fingers groping around. The moment he found his phone, he sprang upright.

He tapped back to the scandalous trending post, determined to see exactly how this person intended to spread rumors!

The instant he opened the comment section, his handsome features were instantly tinged with fury. The top comment, he saw, was from the poster themselves:

“One thousand per photo. Explosive. Epic battle.”

The comment section was filled with a uniform chorus: “Source, please…”

Qiyu sat at his desk, resolutely opened his computer, entered his password, and logged into the forum, preparing to wage a war of words against the masses.

[School Heartthrob: Poster, be careful, I’ll sue you for infringing on my portrait rights.]

[School Heartthrob: No way, no way, surely no one actually thinks Lu Xingye is worthy of me, Qiyu.]

[School Heartthrob: I, Qiyu, am both cute and handsome. Especially my beautiful peach blossom eyes. Anyone who meets my gaze usually falls in love with me within ten seconds, without exception.]

After posting, Qiyu savored his words with satisfaction. Yet, after some thought, he was still curious about the “private photos” of himself and Lu Xingye’s “epic battle” the poster claimed to have.

He moved his mouse to click on the poster’s avatar, but quickly realized his mistake, the cursor hovering over the private message button instead.

‘If I use my main account to add them, that sly poster definitely won’t sell to me.’

So, he spent a minute creating a burner account, repeating the previous steps.

Saint Lanxinglin Academy’s system only allowed one account per student ID, specifically to prevent students from other academies from entering the forum and causing trouble.

But! Qiyu had his ways. As the academy’s strongest hacker, creating a new forum account was a piece of cake for him.

Meanwhile, Jian Lin sneezed at home, his computer repeatedly displaying “Account creation failed.” ‘Strange…’

The first thing he did with his new account was private message the poster. At this moment, Qiyu’s eyes were intently fixed on the computer, his slender eyelashes subtly trembling, and his pale pink lips lightly bitten.

Every detail betrayed his nervousness.

‘It’s a little thrilling, seeing my own scandalous photos for the first time.’

The other party seemed to be glued to their phone; it took less than a minute from sending the private message to receiving a reply. ‘Are they crazy about making money?’

But then he remembered they were profiting from *him*, which made his heart ache with indignation.

‘It’s probably some idiotic rich second-generation kid who did something stupid, got their allowance cut off by their parents, and came up with this nasty trick. They even know how to play the game, understanding the students’ eagerness for gossip.’

Even the price was set quite reasonably, because for these people, the difference between spending a thousand and spending a dime was simply pressing a few more zeros.

‘It’s practically high volume, low margin. How wronged he feels!’

[Xingyu CP Fan Leader: Payment QR code sent. Money for goods.]

Qiyu’s small face was taut as he reluctantly transferred a thousand yuan. The other party was just as straightforward, immediately sending a photo.

By all accounts, this photo wasn’t an explosive, scandalous shot; it could even be called pure romance: Qiyu’s eyes were clear, a smile graced his lips, and he was on his tiptoes, arms wrapped around Lu Xingye’s neck. Lu Xingye, in turn, embraced his waist, his head tilted as he smiled and kissed the corner of Qiyu’s mouth.

‘Thanks, blocked. So disgusting, so bizarre.’

“1, 2, 3… 6.” Qiyu squinted, counting. He discovered that the person in the photo, supposedly him, had a total of twelve fingers. In the bottom right corner was a large, transparent watermark: “AI Generated.”

Qiyu: ‘Haha, how truly humorous.’

‘Seriously, did none of the Saint Lanxinglin students notice that I’d suddenly become disabled?’

‘Nobody noticed the extra two fingers?’

Knowing the truth, he immediately switched back to his main account. The comments requesting resources had not decreased but increased, with hundreds more appearing in just a few minutes.

He felt as if he were a radiant, benevolent saint, saving countless young men and women from a “colossal” thousand-yuan scam.

Before he could finish his internal monologue, he froze, his expression stiffening. His gaze slowly shifted to the 99+ messages in his backend, most of which were replies.

‘Had they suddenly come to their senses and upvoted his comments to become top hot replies?’

Clicking in, he discovered that they were all malicious replies. His own comments had only a few scattered likes, while the insults directed at him had tens of thousands. Among the most liked replies were:

[Strawberry Shaved Ice: Dreamers aren’t welcome here. Some otakus are just disgusting, always fantasizing about being loved with their big heads.]

[. : Sorry, poster, Qiyu doesn’t like brainless people like himself. He’s attracted to strength (facepalm emoji).]

[User 1828: Whose role-play boyfriend is this? Come take him away.]

Qiyu: “…”

Qiyu’s fingers, gripping the mouse, trembled slightly. The light from the computer screen illuminated his flushed face, his fair skin visibly turning red.

‘Didn’t his profile still have his selfies?’

‘This selfie hadn’t even been posted on other platforms. Surely this would prove it was really him?’

The moment he clicked in, he discovered his comment section had already been overrun, filled with echo chambers. A quick scroll revealed the same phrase everywhere: “Image thief!”

Qiyu: “…”

He had lost all hope for life, slumping lazily into his gaming chair. A moment later, his phone, lying nearby, vibrated subtly a few times.

He reached out a finger, hooked his phone, and answered. Immediately, a nervous voice came from the other end. –Yuyu, you like that poor guy!–

“Poor guy” was a nickname Jian Lin had specifically given Lu Xingye. Lu Xingye was low-key at school and rented his own place outside.

In Jian Lin’s mind, Lu Xingye equaled ‘poor guy.’ Even Qiyu didn’t know why Jian Lin detested Lu Xingye so much.

Because Jian Lin was speaking too loudly, Qiyu subtly moved his phone away. –What nonsense are you spouting now?–

As Qiyu replied, he navigated his mouse to exit the forum, ‘out of sight, out of mind.’ –The whole school is talking?! They’re saying you and Lu Xingye slept together.–

–Can you not be so dramatic? You’re so loud! How could I possibly like someone like Lu Xingye? He’s completely unworthy of me.–

Qiyu: –Besides, why do you believe every rumor?–

Jian Lin chuckled awkwardly. –But this time, they have solid evidence, even hundreds of thousands of words of detailed explanation. It took me all night to read through it.–

‘Otherwise, why would I say this friend of mine is crazy?’

Qiyu frowned, his gaze fixed on the door. He had an ominous feeling, but still remembered to reply, –Lu Xingye and I aren’t even close. How could I possibly fall for him?–

–I’d rather like a dog than him.–

Lying in bed, Jian Lin felt a warmth spread through his heart upon hearing Qiyu’s words. Just as he organized his thoughts to reply, a busy signal hummed from the phone.

Qiyu hung up, maintaining his shocked expression as he stared blankly at the doorway. His tone was far from pleasant. “What are you doing here?”

Lu Xingye leaned casually against the doorframe, his school uniform trousers accentuating his long, straight legs. Hearing Qiyu’s earlier words, his eyes curved into a charming arc.

“You’d rather like a dog than me, huh?” Lu Xingye’s voice was laced with amusement.

The youth’s clear, melodious voice was like a mountain spring, yet his words dripped with sarcasm. “Do you truly think that?”

“But you’re my wife. How can you say such things in front of outsiders?” After speaking, Lu Xingye even feigned a look of dejection.

For some reason, the earlier comment drifted through Qiyu’s mind: ‘Qiyu is attracted to strength, so he likes Lu Xingye.’

‘How utterly nonsensical.’

He knew Lu Xingye was saying all this purely to sicken him. At this thought, his face cycled from red to pale, then back to red. “What exactly do you want?”

“My wife is so cold.” Lu Xingye jingled Qiyu’s room key in his hand.

“I’m here to tell you that I’ve moved back. This room is mine now.” His tone reverted to its usual coldness, as if the shameless person who’d just called him ‘wife’ wasn’t him at all.

Qiyu: “What?”

Qiyu snapped back to reality, stood up, and retorted, his voice tinged with displeasure. “Why should it be?”