Chapter 46: In My Dreams, I Long to Save Others

Before the tattooed man could react, he was already pinned facedown on the ground. Nearly two hundred pounds of muscle, reduced to a puppet, was effortlessly manipulated by that hand.

“Let me go!” he screamed, struggling in disbelief, trying to break free, but the hand pressing him down was immovable as a stone.

Su Yunjing watched his contorted expression, her legs trembling with fear, yet she still forced herself to spread her arms, determined to shield her students behind her.

“Hurry, tie him up!”

Someone quickly came to their senses. Amidst the chaos, the driver finally fished out a luggage cord from under his seat and bound the man tightly.

Mu Yu slowly withdrew his hand from the man’s back and returned to his seat.

“Brother, you’re really skilled!”

A man who hadn’t managed to act in time exclaimed in awe, Mu Yu’s speed appearing almost superhuman to him.

“I’m Sikong Dan, from the Green Mountain Martial Arts School. And you, brother?”

Having encountered such a master, Sikong Dan hoped to make a connection, so he introduced himself openly.

Mu Yu seemed not to hear, quietly straightening his rumpled clothes and leaning his head against the window once more.

Sikong Dan gave an awkward laugh, thinking perhaps Mu Yu looked down on him, and withdrew his hand, disappointed.

He failed to notice that Mu Yu’s current posture was exactly the same as before the commotion.

“Luan Meng, did you see it just now? That guy, his moves—so handsome!”

Luan Meng gave her friend a stern smack on the back of her hand, annoyed by the hearts practically sparkling in her eyes.

“Can’t you be more sensible? We almost got killed back there! And now you’re thinking about flirting?”

“Hehe, but isn’t it a classic hero-rescues-beauty moment? I can’t help it.”

Wu Tiantian recalled the romance novels she’d read—all with the hero stepping in at the moment of danger and sparks of love flying.

“I think he must’ve noticed me, otherwise why didn’t he act right away!”

Luan Meng looked at her friend, so full of conviction, and couldn’t help but cover her forehead with her hand.

“Please, read fewer novels!”

“Hmph, don’t think you’re better just because you’re pretty! I won’t give up on this man!”

Wu Tiantian glanced at Luan Meng’s fair cheeks and the impressive figure barely concealed by her school uniform, suddenly losing confidence.

“Ugh, you’re bullying me! We’re the same age—how can you be so much bigger?”

“What nonsense! Want another smack?”

Luan Meng, exasperated, reached out again to slap Wu Tiantian’s head—this friend was hopeless, maybe she should find a new one.

“Mengmeng, were you scared just now? It’s all my fault for not stepping in sooner to protect you.”

A deep, magnetic voice came from the side. The same young man who had led the singing walked over, his face full of concern.

One had to admit, he was genuinely handsome, with the aura of a campus idol—a sure bet for the title of heartthrob.

“I’m fine, Ma, you should go look after the others first.”

Luan Meng lowered her hand from Tiantian’s head and replied coolly.

At first, she’d had a good impression of Ma Jin—excellent grades, diligent, courteous, and considerate.

But Luan Meng never cared much for romance, focusing solely on her studies, so she hadn’t responded to Ma Jin’s pursuit.

Yet just now, it was Ma Jin and his entourage who stirred up trouble by insisting on singing.

When trouble broke out, he shrank back, while a few unremarkable boys in the class stepped up.

“Alright, rest well.”

Though Mu Yu had intervened in time and avoided bloodshed, the chaos left several students with sprained ankles or scrapes.

As class president, Ma Jin did not first tend to those in need, but instead rushed to offer Luan Meng concern—a further blow to her impression of him.

Ma Jin, hearing the distance in Luan Meng’s tone, could only force out a response and turn away.

“Hmph, that scumbag still wants to pursue you. Listen, Mengmeng, this guy…”

Luan Meng covered Wu Tiantian’s mouth, glancing at Ma Jin, who was still nearby, and whispered,

“Mind your words! It was you who provoked that man in the first place.”

“Hmph, but it’s true.”

Wu Tiantian pouted, her eyes darting mischievously as she schemed.

After such an incident, the bus obviously couldn’t continue. Ma Jin, taking charge, replaced the pale, shaken teacher and spoke to the driver.

“Everyone, please calm down. We’ve already called the police—officers will be here soon. Don’t panic. Let’s disembark and wait outside.”

Standing in the center, Ma Jin spoke loudly.

He organized most class activities and, at this moment, many students exchanged glances and quietly complied.

As for the tattooed man who’d tried to kill, he was already gagged with a dirty rag and left on the bus.

Yet two people remained seated, unmoving.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Ma Jin’s eyes—he was used to people obeying him since childhood.

But no matter his displeasure, he dared not say a word: one of them was the man who had subdued the thug, and provoking him here in the wilderness could be dangerous.

Sikong Dan tentatively nudged Mu Yu’s shoulder.

Breathing slow and steady, body relaxed, his arm occasionally twitching.

Was this brother… asleep?

“Hm? What is it—have we arrived?”

Mu Yu stretched lazily, exhaling a deep breath.

He’d been so exhausted lately that he’d slept against the window from the moment he boarded.

Having a stronger constitution was a blessing—even sleeping pressed against glass caused no neck pain.

“Uh, we should get off and secure the scene.”

Sikong Dan ventured, unsure of Mu Yu’s intentions.

“Get off?”

Mu Yu looked around in confusion—the once crowded compartment now held only himself and two others, with a burly man bound on the floor.

What—had they run into a robber?

“Alright.”

Mu Yu wasn’t antisocial, and besides, it seemed a lot had happened while he slept, so he’d better go with the flow.

If it really was a robbery, his fists weren’t mere decorations!

Thinking he might get a chance to show off, Mu Yu stretched as he left the bus, his bones cracking loudly, causing Sikong Dan to freeze in surprise.

Was this powerhouse about to go on a rampage?

Sikong Dan compared their abilities and suddenly felt a little nervous.

“Thank you so much. Without you, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Before Mu Yu could respond, a pale-faced woman rushed over.

Su Yunjing had been waiting at the door, eager to express her gratitude.

If Mu Yu hadn’t been on the bus, she dared not imagine how things might have turned out.

From the moment she boarded, she’d felt the burly man’s gaze glued to her. But, accustomed to such attention due to her looks, she hadn’t paid much mind.

Who could have guessed he’d suddenly turn violent? If…

Images of recent news reports flashed through her mind, and Su Yunjing’s gratitude for Mu Yu overflowed—his ordinary face now seemed especially handsome.

“Ah? Oh, no need to thank me.”

Mu Yu stood stunned, puzzled.

What was going on? He hadn’t even done anything heroic, and now a beautiful woman was practically throwing herself at him?

What strange plot was this?

Looking at Su Yunjing’s tearful face, Mu Yu didn’t know how to ask, so he just kept a gentle smile.

“Hey, see—the teacher’s more proactive than you.”

Wu Tiantian poked Luan Meng’s arm, speaking in a tone that fanned the flames.

“Nonsense. Besides, wasn’t it you who wanted to make a move? Go on, hurry.”

The two girls crouched by the roadside, watching Mu Yu awkwardly comfort the teacher, excited as if watching a drama unfold in real life.

“Brother Ma, look.”

A follower nudged Ma Jin’s shoulder, pointing at Luan Meng.

Ma Jin followed her gaze, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes.

His claim over her was implicit, so how could she keep staring at another man?

Yet, with others around, he said nothing, but his expression clearly stiffened.

“Hero saving the beauty! I wish someone would save me too!”

“Wow, look at those muscles, those lines…”

The girls’ lively chatter drifted to Ma Jin’s ears, darkening his face further.

In truth, from the moment Mu Yu stepped off the bus, everyone’s gaze lingered on him, even the injured students breathed a secret sigh of relief.

It seemed as long as Mu Yu was there, they were safe.

Here in the wilderness, with not even a passing car, having a strong protector was deeply reassuring.

“Tch, just a brute.”

“Hm? Boss, what did you say?”

“Nothing.”

Ma Jin avoided his follower’s questioning glance.

He wasn’t worried Luan Meng would fall for Mu Yu.

After prolonged contact, he knew Luan Meng disliked those who solved problems with violence.

And in this society, brute force meant little—his own illustrious family background was far more valuable, wasn’t it?

Ma Jin was always the center of attention, and being upstaged for the first time left him faintly irked.

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.”

“It was nothing, just what I should do.”

Mu Yu responded casually to Su Yunjing’s thanks, all the while doubting his own memory.

Could it be he really saved someone and simply forgot?

Though his memory had been muddled for a time, hadn’t he recovered? Could there still be lingering effects?

Mu Yu’s right hand twitched unconsciously, then fell still and silent.