Chapter 7: I Want to Win
【No…】
The System swallowed its saliva. After screaming for a while, it came back to its senses. Since it had come to this! Let it be!
【Host, stop first. F2 Song Chi has a straightforward personality, sunny to the point of being a bit rough. He often fights outside school. His grandfather was in the military, so he received stick-discipline from a young age. His personality actually doesn’t fit the Noble Academy at all. But he… is handsome and popular. As the president of the basketball association, whenever he lifts his jersey to reveal sweaty abs, it always causes fangirls to scream.】
【In last year’s Student President Representative Assembly, his vote count almost threatened Jiang Xinian.】
Shi Huaibai was puzzled: 【Why was it ‘almost’?】
System: 【Because on the very first day of voting, he was disqualified by the academy for having too many truancy records.】
Shi Huaibai: “…”
The System said solemnly: 【He hates devious, exquisite egoists the most, and is like fire and water with F1.】
Shi Huaibai understood again: “No wonder the two of them are like fire and water. One is a cat lover, the other is allergic to cat hair.”
The System really wanted to fish Shi Huaibai’s brain out of the Mariana Trench: 【That’s not what it means!】
Shi Huaibai: “Then what does it mean?”
The System instantly silenced and jammed, almost letting slip the real mission.
So, the System: 【Yes, that’s right… that’s exactly what it means.】
It said earnestly: 【The main routine to take down F1 is closeness and protection. But Song Chi is different. You have to suppress him, you have to conquer him, you have to win!】
Win?
I want to win!!!
Fighting in broad daylight outside—this went against Jiang Xinian’s pursuits and image. This was a commercial district; those coming and going to the counters were people with a bit of petit-bourgeois taste and style. In other words: these people spending at Chanel were people he would deal with in the future. He didn’t intend to leave any rude image or stain.
He could only block between the two like a peacemaker, smilingly picking the matter up high and putting it down gently, tilting his head like an old, cunning fox to mock: “Huaibai, really, it’s fine if you gesture around usually, but this time our Young Master Song just happened to turn his head. Isn’t this just his face bumping into it?”
What a load of twisted logic: It was Song Chi’s face that sought the fist, not Shi Huaibai’s fist that hit Song Chi’s face.
“Go buy me an Americano first.” Jiang Xinian just wanted to fish in troubled waters and send Shi Huaibai away first. After all, Song Chi might really wrestle with Shi Huaibai, but Song Chi wouldn’t fight with him.
It was funny to say—Jiang Xinian’s grandfather was in politics, and Song Chi’s grandfather was in the military. The two were life-and-death friends. Because of this, even though Jiang Xinian disdained Song Chi for being rude and barbaric, and Song Chi cursed Jiang Xinian for being a hypocritical scumbag, under normal circumstances, they stayed out of each other’s way. It wouldn’t look good if things reached the elders.
As long as Shi Huaibai left, what could Song Chi do to him?
Jiang Xinian looked with interest at the striking red mark on Song Chi’s face.
The bowl-sized red mark on the boy’s sharp-edged profile looked particularly comical under the sunlight.
The smile in Jiang Xinian’s eyes deepened. This feeling of making the other party suffer in silence was something one could only wish for but not seek.
However, when his mocking gaze moved up along the bridge of Song Chi’s high nose, he was caught off guard, crashing into a pair of wolf-like sharp eyes.
That gaze was locked dead on Shi Huaibai, not far away.
The look was complex. Not like looking at prey, food, or a straw dog*, but rather like seeing a peer that interested him extremely. (Note: Straw dog = something worthless/sacrificial)
“Tsk.”
Song Chi pressed the tip of his tongue against his injured cheek and actually laughed strangely: “Jiang Xinian, your pet looks much more pleasing to the eye than you. At least he’s open and aboveboard, not doing dirty things behind people’s backs.”
Looks delicate and weak, but has a true temperament. Very cute.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood stain from the corner of his mouth, the back of his hand still stained with the dust from the fight just now: “At least he’s candid enough, unlike some people…”
Thinking of this, Song Chi finally moved his aggressive gaze back to Jiang Xinian, laughing sloppily: “Jiang Xinian, even your dog is a better sport than you. At last year’s re-election assembly, you think I really don’t know what you did because you couldn’t afford to lose?”
Jiang Xinian spread his hands, feigning a very innocent look: “What did I do? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses provocatively, his mouth mocking: Yes, that’s right. So what if you know? You have no evidence. Your words are baseless. And you are being aggressive.
So the one in the wrong… becomes you.
The System, in the end, had no contact or entanglement with F1, 2, 3, or 4. It only knew that the Host’s punch just now attracted a different kind of look from F2, and that was enough. As for the rest, let the two of them quarrel if they want; what does it have to do with it and the Host?
Everyone sweeps the snow from their own door.
The System chirped: 【Host, let’s go now. Didn’t F1 just ask you to go out and buy him coffee?】
Then the System turned around, the System screamed again, the System strained its voice hysterically.
The Host, who was just staying nicely by its side, had suddenly circled around to Song Chi at some point.
Muttering in his mouth: Win. I want to win.
【π_π!!!】 System: 【No, no, no, that’s not what I meant!!!】
I didn’t tell you to use unscrupulous sneak attacks to win, woo woo woo! I meant fighting as flirtation, woo woo woo…
Shi Huaibai remained composed, his movements agile and vigorous. Following a sweeping leg kick, his movements rapid and fierce, a magnificent palm wind blew past. He used “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” and “Monkey Steals the Peach,” and while F2 wasn’t paying attention, quietly—SMACK—another loud slap sounded.
Shi Huaibai was simply one who doesn’t sing often, but when he does, he astounds the world!
【AHHHHHHHHH……】
When Shi Huaibai hit the other guy just now, it might have been thought of as a petty temper tantrum showing true character. But Shi Huaibai’s sneak attack now completely touched Song Chi’s reverse scale. After all, he hates underhanded methods the most.
Holding a whip and openly hooking someone’s chin is dangerous to the extreme but will only be seen by the other party as flirting. But suddenly kicking someone’s butt hard from behind is just being a jerk.
Can “hitting” and “hitting” be the same?
Shi Huaibai, this guy with no ability to read the room, finished the sneak attack and even asked the System: “Now that I’ve beaten him twice, shouldn’t I be rewarded with double points?”
System: 【Bro…】
You have the face to ask!?
【Can’t you just be open and aboveboard?】
Shi Huaibai had his own logic: “As long as I can win, isn’t it fine? Winners are kings, losers are bandits, regardless of the means. If I become a Buddha, there are no demons under heaven; if I become a demon, what can Buddha do to me!”
System: 【…】
I have nothing to say to you Long Aotians!
Song Chi instantly burst into ghostly flames of rage: “No wonder you’re following Jiang Xinian with such a thick skin. Looks like you’re birds of a feather.”
There were still male and female sales associates here, so Song Chi had a sense of propriety and wouldn’t make a move here. But later, when they returned to school, his methods would naturally make Shi Huaibai beg for life and beg for death.
He grabbed Shi Huaibai’s neck tightly, letting out a strange laugh: “I can’t touch the one named Jiang, but can’t I touch you? You’d better be able to stick to Jiang’s side forever. Otherwise, if I catch you, you’re finished.”
That monstrous malice made even the System shudder.
【Host, what do we do now?】
It looks like the mission to capture F2 has to be put aside for now. We can only unlock the capture ending with F1 first, and then slowly reverse F2’s impression of the Host later.
Shi Huaibai ignored the System. Instead, he made a grimace at Song Chi: “Then I’ll be waiting.”
“You didn’t even notice me sneaking up on you. Fundamentally, your attention span is garbage.”
He looked down with disdain in the corners of his eyes: “If you had kept your eyes on me, how could I have found an opening?”
He hated being ignored by others the most. No matter which world he was in, he was the Long Aotian protagonist; he would never become someone else’s foil.
“Then you just wait.” Song Chi jammed his motorcycle helmet on, letting out a cold sneer to himself: “Even a Noble Academy like LB has thugs, good student.”
Jiang Xinian viciously tore off his always-elegant mask: “Song Chi, what do you mean? Bullying? Do you treat me as non-existent?”
Song Chi had already stepped over the threshold, laughing to himself. The sales associates nearby were already scared speechless; neither side was someone they could afford to provoke or side with.
Song Chi smiled slightly: “That’s why I said, he’d better be entangled with you like conjoined twins, surnamed Jiang.”
As soon as the roar of Song Chi’s motorcycle faded around the street corner, the tension on Jiang Xinian’s face faded completely. He had already put on a noble smile, his slender finger tapping casually on the glass counter: “Any watch recommendations?”
His tone was as gentle as discussing the weather, as if the sword-rattling atmosphere just now had never existed.
While trying a watch on Shi Huaibai’s wrist, he said nonchalantly: “You shouldn’t have hit him.”
Hitting Song Chi is really troublesome.
Song Chi isn’t that easy to talk to. He’s a lunatic; if he doesn’t achieve his goal, he’ll keep looking for trouble.
There was a subtle balance between him and Song Chi that couldn’t be broken.
Just now, Jiang Xinian actually planned to “abandon” Shi Huaibai. It was just that with the sales associates present, he couldn’t very well say, “In that case, let Song Chi take revenge on Shi Huaibai however he wants.”
He still had to pretend to be protective at the very least.
As for returning to school, Song Chi could deal with Shi Huaibai however he wanted. He would just play dumb, pretend not to know, pretend not to see.
Thinking of this, a perfect smile rippled across Jiang Xinian’s face again, high-sounding to the extreme: “You were too impulsive just now. Even for me, you can’t hit people, right?”
The watch strap buckled tightly onto Shi Huaibai’s hand. Jiang Xinian adjusted the angle of the watch with gentle movements: “But don’t worry, inside the school, I will protect you…”
Verbal protection is also protection.
This matter cannot affect me.
“Alright, don’t worry! After all, I am the Student Council President. I won’t let Song Chi trouble you.” Jiang Xinian put the watch on Shi Huaibai. After paying the bill, he grabbed Shi Huaibai’s wrist like holding a puppy, his smile fake: “Let’s go.”
Shi Huaibai suddenly asked: “Then can I hit Song Chi?”
“I can make homemade gunpowder.”
Previously, when he transmigrated to ancient times as a Long Aotian, he had made homemade gunpowder to fight against other people’s armies. The power was quite decent.
Jiang Xinian: “…”
Wait.
What ‘obedient, honest, bullied, pitiful puppy’?! Shi Huaibai is a devil.
Author’s Note: Jiang: I’ll play dumb and do nothing, let Shi Huaibai suffer a little loss to appease Song Chi, and the matter is solved. Shi Huaibai: Blow him up! Jiang: No…
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