Chapter 23: Breeding Terrifying Desires part 1
The silence in the conference room stretched on for nearly another minute or two.
Everyone looked at each other, then chuckled. “What’s with that expression? You look exactly like those simps on the forum.”
Realizing the other party was laughing at them, they hurriedly looked away in panic, stubbornly thinking to themselves: Our school uniform is truly too comprehensive; it actually makes the Special Recruit look like an aristocrat.
Ding—
The ringing of the bell drew everyone’s attention back to the podium.
Zhou Xie’s icy gaze circled the room before he spoke. “On the morning of September 5th, a brawl occurred at the club recruitment site. A ruling will now be made regarding this incident.”
“Zhao Zeryang, you first. State the sequence of events.”
Hearing his name, Zhao Zeryang’s gaze snapped away from Wen Rong.
He confusedly rubbed the wound wrapped in gauze, unable to suppress his curiosity—did the person in front of him really punch him and break his head?
He looked so thin, so obedient, like a child who would only cry for his mother and tell the teacher if he was bullied.
As he thought about it, his peripheral vision uncontrollably drifted back, landing on the hand resting on the knee—porcelain white, with slender finger bones tightly curled into the palm. In the eerie silence, the hand seemed to be trying hard to relax, the little finger rubbing against the knee as it extended.
Zhao Zeryang also placed his hand on his knee, mimicking the movement.
His knee felt nothing, but his heart itched. It felt insufficient, so he increased the force of his grip.
Finally, his bones began to ache, and he realized it wasn’t an issue with the movement.
It had to be that hand. Because it was white, the skin delicate, the joints slender… if it touched his knee, it would probably feel very comfortable.
Zhao Zeryang made up his mind. “After setting up the recruitment site that day, the club members clamored for me to give them a performance. I am the President, and as everyone knows, I was under a lot of recruitment pressure, so I couldn’t refuse. I had to serve two balls for everyone on the spot.”
“I don’t know why they hit him. It was definitely not intentional. If you don’t believe me, ask my members.”
Zhao Zeryang turned to look at the Tennis Club members.
Following his gaze, everyone in the room looked over, including Wen Rong.
The members’ expressions were stiff, and a boy sitting in the back row silently hid behind the boy in front of him.
Zhao Zeryang sensed something strange but quickly dismissed his doubts. After all, he had always controlled his subordinates well, so he wasn’t worried.
Immediately, he looked at Wen Rong again.
The slender neck was completely flushed red. The closer to the unbuttoned collar of the shirt, the redder it got, as if it were ripe.
Zhao Zeryang licked his lips, thinking of Leon’s mockery earlier.
— You aren’t doing business in a nightclub; you can’t just open your mouth and say “I want him.” Even people shopping at nightclubs get to pick the goods.
“I wasn’t doing it on purpose, but Wen Rong…” He deliberately let the name linger on the tip of his tongue for a long time before continuing, “He suddenly rushed up and attacked me without saying a word, and even smashed the Tennis Club’s trophies. He needs to take responsibility for me.”
Zhou Xie looked up. “How?”
“First, I require him to take care of me until the injury on my head heals; second, he must come to the Tennis Club every day to listen to my orders.”
“What kind of orders?”
Of course, it’s…
An evil thought flashed past, and Zhao Zeryang stuttered slightly from nervousness. “Just cleaning, picking up balls… what else could I order him to do?”
Zhou Xie didn’t say yes or no. He turned his head to look at Wen Rong. “Now, you state your case.”
The cold gaze shot over. The small boy sitting on the stool clenched his fists and looked up to ask, “Is it my turn… to speak?”
Zhou Xie looked down at him, not repeating himself a second time.
The small boy hurriedly turned his head to look at the jury—the sky hadn’t darkened yet, and the massive floor-to-ceiling window was reflected in his eyes, making his pupils appear translucent and unrealistically beautiful.
Yet his posture was shrinking, as if in fear.
The jury members unanimously cursed in their hearts: Why are you so fierce to your boyfriend?!
The beautiful little face was taut, seemingly frightened into unresponsiveness. Before he even remembered to turn back to face Zhou Xie, he slowly began to speak. “I think Zhao Zeryang did it on purpose. He hit me with two balls. After the first two hit me, the others shouted for him to hit another one, he…”
His voice grew weaker, his extremely light-colored eyes staring fixedly at every face on the jury panel.
Because he had cut his bangs and changed his glasses, his face lacked the previous obstructions, making his confusion very obvious.
Then, his rosy lips pressed together firmly, and he tentatively spoke, “It is—my fault.”
The jury members stared wide-eyed in disbelief, almost standing up in unison to protest.
Who takes all the blame on themselves like that? Take responsibility for what? It was Zhao Zeryang unilaterally bullying you! You idiot!
Wen Rong, however, seemed determined in that moment. The expression on his face underwent a subtle change, his eyes rotating a small half-circle around his lower eyelids.
Everyone thought he was going to change his tune, but he turned back around, lowering his head as if truly reflecting on his mistake. “I didn’t control my temper at the time, which is why I took advantage of Zhao Zeryang’s inattention to rush up and hit him.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
The air was silent for a moment.
Zhao Zeryang shot up from his stool, announcing loudly, “He admitted it! He messed up our recruitment and injured me. He should be handed over to me for disposal.”
Zhou Xie forcibly moved the bell hanging on the table to the exact center and asked casually, “Does the jury have any objections?”
What objections could there be? I’ve already bribed everyone.
Zhao Zeryang looked at Wen Rong beside him, making no effort to hide the desire in his eyes. The hair at the nape of Wen Rong’s neck was trimmed neatly, clinging to the flesh of his neck and disappearing into the ripe collar.
— He got him.
He wouldn’t make Wen Rong lick his shoes anymore; he wanted to order him to massage his knees every day. When he was in a good mood, he would pick him up and kiss him hard, then take photos to post on the forum, making those all-talk losers envious.
To hold the scandal protagonist involved with Shi Ye, Leon, and Zhou Xie in his own hands—just thinking about it made him feel as if he were floating on air.
“I have.”
Someone in the jury suddenly raised their hand.
Zhao Zeryang crashed down from the sky, looking back in displeasure.
The boy sitting in the very center stood up. “Wen Rong, do you not know how to tell the cause, development, process, and result of an event?”
“S-Sorry.” Wen Rong buried his head, looking like a child who had made a mistake, a bit pitiful.
“Retell what happened that morning from beginning to end. Do not leave anything out.”
His fingers dug hard into his knees, turning the fingertips white. “That morning, the Senior took us to the club recruitment site. I greeted everyone at the dormitory gate, but no one paid attention to me.”
Actually, there was no need to be detailed enough to include walking out of the dormitory door; this was purely a waste of time.
But no one stopped him. Everyone listened intently.
“When I got to the entrance, because my uniform hadn’t been made yet, President Zhou gave me a Yellow Card.”
What?
The jury questioned Zhou Xie with their eyes: You gave a Yellow Card for such a small thing?!
“Fortunately, the President finally allowed me to enter the club recruitment site. I watched a dance performance, a drama performance, and a club playing a sunrise video. The Senior said I didn’t have money to buy plane tickets and wouldn’t let me watch, so I left.”
It wasn’t just the jury anymore; even the members of the Tennis Club showed anger on their faces, as if they were the ones being despised for being poor.
The boy in the jury suppressed his anger and continued to ask, “Where did you go?”
“I didn’t go anywhere. Because no one paid attention to me, I just stood on the road.”
“…” The boy choked for a second. “And then?”
“Then I got hit by tennis balls. My nose and face were hit by a ball each. It hurt a lot at the time, and I bled a lot. I couldn’t see anything clearly, and I didn’t know who threw the ball at me.”
Tennis Club members: It was our President!
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