Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

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When HuMing woke up, it was already the next day's morning.

Opening his eyes, he found himself lying in his own bed. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a small gap through which sunlight streamed into the room.

He propped himself up, causing the towel on his forehead to slide off. Vague memories of the previous night surfaced—Kang Xin had come over to take care of him.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled all the stagnant air within him, then rubbed his forehead before getting up and stepping out of the room.

At the same time, Kang Xin emerged from the kitchen holding a bowl of congee. The two met in the hallway.

“Good morning.”

Seeing the young girl before him, HuMing smiled. It seemed his recollection wasn’t mistaken—Kang Xin had indeed stayed to look after him through the night.

Kang Xin placed the congee on the table and walked directly up to HuMing. Reaching out, she touched his forehead. After confirming his fever had subsided, the tension on her face finally eased.

“You had a fever last night. No matter how tired you are, you shouldn’t sleep on the couch,” Kang Xin said calmly, though her concern was unmistakable.

Hearing her words, the last bit of gloom in HuMing’s heart dissipated. He ruffled Kang Xin’s hair, stretched his body, and smiled.

Kang Xin followed closely behind him, just like she always did.

The weather outside was clear and refreshing after the storm.

Kang Xin’s cooking was as dependable as ever. As HuMing blew on the congee to cool it, he glanced at his phone. Meanwhile, Kang Xin thought back to what YouCheng had told her the previous evening.

“Can you… pretend to be Han HuMing and visit those kids?”

It was the first time Kang Xin had asked HuMing for anything, catching him off guard. But he quickly smiled.

“Did YouCheng put you up to this?”

“Yes. I know this might interfere with your plans…”

Kang Xin understood that HuMing must have important reasons for concealing his identity after returning. Agreeing to her request might disrupt his plans, and she wasn’t sure if he’d accept. That was why she hesitated before bringing it up. ɽÂƝ𝐎฿ĘS̩

“It’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“Then… Can you tell me what you’re actually doing?” Kang Xin stared at him intently.

HuMing put down his spoon, deciding there was no need to hide the truth from her anymore.

“The person behind Han ShuYi is likely connected to my identity. I need to draw that person out.”

HuMing’s gaze shifted to the window, as if confronting someone miles away.

“Alright,” Kang Xin whispered, knowing what she had to do.

…

Two days later, Han ShuYi returned to school. Though he still limped slightly, he was at least walking again.

Sitting in the student council office, he was meticulously reviewing the registration forms for the upcoming cultural festival.

Each class could nominate up to two participants, and both Han ShuYi and Xia XiaoXi had signed up.

Han ShuYi had prepared a song long before and had been practicing at home during his recovery. He planned to invite Xia XiaoXi to join him for a duet during the finale, though he hadn’t mentioned this to her yet. He intended to tell her during her visit to his house later that evening.

As he turned the pages, his finger suddenly froze on one. A crucial name leapt out at him.

“HuMing? He’s participating, too?”

Was it just his imagination, or was this HuMing deliberately targeting him?

No matter the occasion, HuMing always seemed to appear wherever he was, like an unrelenting ghost haunting him!

This made Han ShuYi deeply uncomfortable. Having finally dealt with Han HuMing, now there was this HuMing—it was infuriating!

Han ShuYi slammed the registration sheet onto the desk, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

“HuMing… Let’s see how I crush you this time.”

His eyes glinted coldly, his expression darkening.

…

At lunchtime, HuMing sat alone in the cafeteria, eating his meal. Occasionally, a few classmates greeted him, but no one sat with him.

Looking at HuMing’s face always reminded them of Han HuMing.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lowering his head, HuMing continued eating, mentally planning to buy supplies for the cultural festival after school.

Suddenly, someone sat down beside him.

HuMing instinctively turned to see Xia XiaoXi, smiling brightly at him.

“So, what’s your act for the festival?”

“Secret,” HuMing replied, discarding a chicken bone and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Xia XiaoXi raised an eyebrow, her face full of amusement.

“Alright, fair enough. But I’ve got a surprise for you too! By the way, you must know a lot about the Han family, right? Can you tell me what Han ShuYi is like?”

Mentioning this matter, HuMing finally remembered that today Xia XiaoXi was going to visit the Han family.

That meant she would inevitably have some interaction with Han ShuYi.

“You’re better off forming your own impressions. If I say anything bad about Han ShuYi, he’d hold a grudge against me forever.”

“Oh, come on. Everyone says there’s more to your fall from that cliff than meets the eye. Was it all part of some plan of yours?” Xia XiaoXi mused, tapping her chin as she studied him intently.

At this moment, she transformed into "Detective XiaoXi," determined to unravel the relationship between HuMing and the Han family with absolute clarity.

HuMing could only shake his head and pick up his tray.

“My relationship with the Han family isn’t bad. I just don’t get along with Han ShuYi.”

With that, he left. Xia XiaoXi stayed behind, pondering his words as she watched his retreating figure.

…

Han YunXi had also been instructed to return home early for dinner that evening, as Xia XiaoXi was coming over.

She had initially planned to visit the orphanage to see the children but had to change her plans.

Feeling a bit resigned, Han YunXi decided to rest in the classroom. But then she noticed HuMing and Kang Xin talking not far away, deep in discussion.

The sight transported her back to the past.

Her feet instinctively carried her toward them, but before she got close, their conversation reached her ears.

“Kang Xin, are you sure this will work? Won’t the kids instantly notice I’m not who they think I am?”

HuMing looked troubled, but Kang Xin shook her head and replied, “I’ll tell you about the young master’s habits. Just follow them, and you’ll be fine.”

‘Are they planning to impersonate HuMing to meet the children at the orphanage?’

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