Arresting People

Once the thought pops into your head, you can never get rid of it.

Besides, the fitting room door had indeed broken not long ago and couldn't be locked. Qiaoqi was in a hurry to use the space, so she hadn't had time to find someone to fix it yet.

So many people witnessed Ms. Yu's captivating appearance just now. It's hard to guarantee that no one, blinded by beauty and emboldened by lust, might follow her in and harass her when she's alone!

"It seems like no one has come out of the fitting room yet?" Lin Xun added softly, her gaze drifting almost imperceptibly towards the closed door, her tone carrying just the right amount of hesitation, "Could it be... they're still inside?"

These words were like pouring oil on a fire, and Qiaoqi's anger burned even brighter. She almost wanted to immediately call on everyone in the room to block that door, drag out the bastard inside, and give him a good beating.

But her remaining rationality held her back. If Teacher Yu really had been subjected to unbearable harassment and the matter became public knowledge, it would undoubtedly cause further damage to his reputation and his mood.

She quickly suppressed her anger, her eyes sharpening. She grabbed Lin Xun beside her, lowered her voice, and said decisively, "Lin Xun, come with me to take a look. Be quiet, don't alert anyone else."

She bit her lower lip and added, "Be alert, keep a close eye on things. If there really is someone... whatever you do, don't let him get away!"

The two exchanged a glance, then silently slowed their pace and walked quickly toward the fitting room door, one after the other.

Qiaoqi was furious, thinking angrily: How dare this brat harass Teacher Yu! He's courting death!

Damn it... This thought made her even more frustrated. I didn't even dare... no, I haven't even had a chance to properly appreciate it yet!

She rushed to the fitting room door, twisted the doorknob, and pushed the door open. Sure enough, there was someone inside.

Qiao Qi frowned, warily eyeing the man standing inside.

The other person was tall and straight, facing sideways to the door. Judging from their silhouette and attire, they were indeed somewhat... well, stunning?

Her face was undeniably beautiful, but she was certain she didn't recognize it. Based on her extensive experience observing beauty both inside and outside the academy, it was practically impossible for someone this attractive not to be on her shortlist.

Strangely, the more she looked at it, the stronger the inexplicable sense of familiarity became.

The man's posture, his style of dress, and even the subtle aura of mystery, decadence, aloofness, nobility, and danger emanating from him gave her a sense of déjà vu.

It's like looking at a familiar figure through frosted glass.

Her gaze unconsciously swept across the slightly messy ground, a few pieces of clothing that had fallen, and scattered props, before stopping.

In the shadows of the corner, lay a finely crafted, intricately patterned silver-white mask.

Qiaoqi's pupils suddenly contracted, and her breath caught in her throat.

That almost impossible guess struck her mind like a thunderbolt, making her scalp tingle.

This...this person...

That unfamiliar, excessively handsome face, that familiar feeling ingrained in me, and that unmistakably iconic mask belonging to the Night Palace…

Could it be...?

It was her elusive ex-boyfriend, the one she had once fervently admired—

Night Palace, Yunbai?!

So he wasn't disfigured after all!

Within Saint Laurent Academy, and even in wider circles, Ye Dianyunbai's fan club was once a legend.

Even Qiao Qi, the former president, had never seen the true face behind the mask.

Some people may wonder how someone who has never even shown his face could gather nearly 20,000 fervent followers.

The answer lies in the sense of mystery built from the unknown.

Yunbai never showed her true face; that silver-white mask kept all speculation and judgment about her appearance at bay.

What captivated people was his unique aura, a blend of aloofness, nobility, and danger. He didn't need to rely on his looks; simply standing there, a profile, a posture, was enough to draw countless eyes and spark countless imaginations.

The fact that you can't see their faces has become the biggest attraction.

It gives its followers unlimited room for imagination, allowing each person to sketch in their mind the most perfect and ideal face that best meets their expectations.

This fascination with participatory creation, born from a sense of mystery, is often more enduring and passionate than mere physical beauty.

Moreover, the rumors surrounding him about his family's involvement in the gray areas and their unpredictable methods did not deter his followers; instead, they added a forbidden allure to his mystery.

Danger and elegance, the unknown and power—under the wondrous catalysis of these elements, a vast and loyal group was born.

Until the appearance of the yufuli.

Qiao Qi, the then president, almost immediately betrayed the association and quickly shifted her enthusiasm and energy to a new goal.

Although Yu Fuli has not yet built a scale comparable to the Night Palace, it is already a force to be reckoned with.

Admittedly, Yunbai's use of a mask to cover her face has given her followers endless room for imagination, but this mystery also inevitably gives rise to some speculation. Not everyone is immersed in pleasant fantasies; privately, some people secretly wonder: if her appearance were not flawed, why would she need to cover herself with a mask every day?

What cannot be seen becomes a mystery.

Before the mystery is solved, all sorts of speculations, good or bad, have fertile ground to grow.

But what she saw before her completely overturned Qiaoqi's understanding. Yunbai's face was not only flawless, but even excessively handsome.

Then why keep wearing a mask to cover up?

The question flashed through her mind, almost distracting her.

Just then, Lin Xun, who was beside her, subtly tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Sister Qiao Qi... Teacher Yu."

Qiao Qi suddenly stiffened, quickly shook her head, and threw away all those distracting thoughts about her ex's appearance.

Yes, no matter who this person is or what he looks like, it doesn't change the fact that he may have done something extremely wrong to Teacher Yu.

So what if he's her ex-boyfriend? That doesn't mean he can bully or offend her current favorite!

The thought of protecting Teacher Yu instantly took over.

She straightened her back, her eyes sharpened again, and she stared unflinchingly at the man in the fitting room.

Qiao Qi took a deep breath, suppressing the momentary amazement and confusion at that face, stepped forward, and blocked the doorway of the fitting room. Her sharp eyes stared directly at Yun Bai, her tone filled with undisguised accusation: "Did you do something to Teacher Yu just now?"

Yun Bai slowly straightened up. The frenzy and vulnerability she had shown when facing Yu Fuli had mostly subsided, leaving only a lingering gloom and weariness between her brows and eyes.

He glanced at Qiao Qi, seemingly recognizing the former president, or perhaps not. His gaze didn't linger; instead, it passed over her and landed on Lin Xun, who remained silent behind her.

Lin Xun stood quietly half a step behind Qiao Qi, her eyes lowered, as if she were just a background figure who had followed along.

But Yunbai remembered correctly, when this person came in, his gaze fell on her slightly disheveled collar and the corner of her lips with strange marks.

"What are you doing? It's none of your business what happens between me and the teacher." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an indifferent tone as if it were none of his concern.

Qiao Qi was taken aback by his attitude, and became even angrier: "Teacher Yu looked off when he left here! You... if you dare to bully him..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yunbai had already bent down and picked up the silver mask from the ground with her still intact right hand.

He didn't put it on immediately, but just held it in his hand, took one last look at the two people waiting at the door, especially Lin Xun who was bowing his head and acting as a background figure, and then turned sideways and walked straight through the two of them.

"Mind your own business; you can't even dream of being a teacher."