Part 2
However, he was only slow for a few seconds before joining Lin Qizheng and Zhang Lin in laughter.
He wanted to accept the joy transmitted by the two seniors. This way, he would integrate into a collective.
At noon, Zhang Jincheng went out to bring back food. The four of them ate around the small table. Afterward, Lin Qizheng and Zhang Lin lay down to sleep, and Wen Rong continued reading the posts by himself.
The numbers on the phone clock jumped constantly. Wen Rong opened every page, reading from the first post to the end, not missing a single reply.
Lin Qizheng yawned and stretched, red marks pressed onto his face still visible. “Ah—why are you still reading? Is this how you ruin your eyes?”
“…”
Lin Qizheng pushed Wen Rong. “You didn’t fall asleep sitting up, did you?”
Wen Rong woke as if from a dream, slowly raising his head. “Senior, is something the matter?”
“Rest a bit. Don’t keep looking at the computer; it’s bad for your eyes.” After speaking, Lin Qizheng suddenly realized this sounded like something his own mother would say. He scratched his head. “You better just read, up to you.”
Wen Rong turned back to continue looking at the screen.
“Read for so long, did you figure anything out?” Lin Qizheng couldn’t help but strike up a conversation again.
“Mmm…” Wen Rong answered after contemplation, “Zhao Zeryang seems to be a good person.”
“Huh?” Lin Qizheng reached out to slap Zhang Lin. “Get up, quick, get up. Our Youngest read for almost a day, and the conclusion he reached is actually that Zhao Zeryang is a good person.”
Wen Rong explained, “Whatever everyone wants to do, Zhao Zeryang seems to do it. The posts about him are basically others saying ‘really want to, really want to…’ and then Zhao Zeryang immediately does what they were thinking. For example, wanting me expelled—he immediately said he’d definitely get me expelled. The second day, he really hit me with balls.”
“…”
“…”
Zhang Jincheng: “That’s called brainless pandering, not being a good person.”
Wen Rong put the term “brainless pandering” into his dictionary.
“A common trick in the entertainment industry. Doing whatever fans like, convenient for harvesting leeks later.”
Zhang Lin gave Zhang Jincheng a thumbs-up. “As expected of a practitioner in the film industry, you know a lot.”
“Stop mocking me.” Zhang Jincheng rolled his eyes at him and asked Wen Rong, “So have you thought about it? How are you going to get him expelled? I’m very curious what plan you can come up with.”
“Mmm…”
Wen Rong pondered again.
Senior Leon said the school directors would come for tomorrow’s opening ceremony.
Issuing a Red Card is decided by the school directors.
It was his first time making a plan to “hurt” someone else; just thinking about it made him a little fearful.
And Wen Rong was now a little hesitant too. The senior said the consequences of expulsion were very severe. Was it really necessary to get Zhao Zeryang expelled?
But then he remembered a post from many years ago: [Special Recruit provoked Zhao Zeryang. Zhao Zeryang easily countered and broke the Special Recruit’s leg. School ordered the Special Recruit to withdraw.]
Zhao Zeryang was too bad. He should be expelled.
Wen Rong quickly searched for that post and showed it to Lin Qizheng. “Senior, clearly the day before, Zhao Zeryang said on the forum he would trouble the Special Recruit. Why did the Special Recruit get expelled after fighting with Zhao Zeryang the next day? Wasn’t it him who had the intention to provoke trouble?”
“Talking big can’t count as evidence. Besides, this is an anonymous forum; no one can prove that the person saying these things is Zhao Zeryang.” Lin Qizheng suddenly said nervously, “You can’t tell others you saw the identities under these anonymous accounts. I stole the Student Council’s account to look. If I’m discovered, I’m done for.”
Wen Rong nodded. “Mn, mn, I definitely won’t hurt you.”
After speaking, he discovered another important piece of information. “The account belongs to the Student Council?”
“Yeah. The Student Council helps the school do a lot of things and has some system permissions open, allowing them to see who is under the anonymous IDs.”
“Zhou Xie must be able to see it, right?”
“Theoretically yes, but he probably wouldn’t stand up and say ‘You made these remarks on the anonymous forum,’ right? If so, who would dare talk trash on the forum in the future?”
Wen Rong was discouraged.
“If you really want to, you can ask Leon to help you.” Zhang Jincheng straightened his back, which was rare. “He and Zhou Xie are friends.”
“Senior Leon and Zhou Xie are friends?”
“Or Shi Ye. After the recruitment ended, Zhou Xie specifically opened a slot for Shi Ye to apply for the Tennis Club. At least it shows their relationship is not bad.”
Shi Ye was an immediate pass.
Wen Rong didn’t dare have any more contact with him at all.
But he didn’t even dare to ask Zhou Xie to help export Zhao Zeryang’s bad remarks. Asking the senior to go… wasn’t that not very good?
This matter actually had nothing to do with the senior.
Wen Rong decided to find another way, frowning as he continued looking at the computer.
Not long after, he inadvertently saw a sentence: [Right now, the most authoritative trophy in the whole school is in Shi Ye’s hands, right?]
He paused and asked Lin Qizheng, “Senior, what trophy is this person talking about?”
Lin Qizheng stuck his head in front of the computer. “Oh, didn’t you smash all the Tennis Club’s trophies that day? Now only Shi Ye still has a complete trophy.”
“Tennis trophy?”
“Yeah. Because Shi Ye made Zhao Zeryang go out in the first round at the Open, Zhao Zeryang hates Shi Ye to death.”
Wen Rong: “What is the Open?”
“Tennis Open, a professional competition. Shi Ye won a Grand Slam at the Tennis Open at only 17. Now his points rank first in the world; he made history directly.”
Wen Rong opened his mouth wide, speechless.
World number one.
He only heard this term once every four years, each time looking up at athletes on the podium through a screen.
He always felt that being number one in the world was very far from him. After savoring Lin Qizheng’s words again, he still couldn’t believe it. The weird Shi Ye was actually a big shot from the screen!
Zhang Jincheng: “If you want to target Zhao Zeryang, you can ask Shi Ye for help. He’s received quite a few eye-rolls from Zhao Zeryang since joining the Tennis Club recently. He probably wants him expelled just as much as you do right now.”
Wen Rong followed Zhang Jincheng’s train of thought and found that Shi Ye was indeed more suitable than Senior Leon.
A prototype of a plan formed vaguely in his mind.
He hurriedly logged out of the Student Council account, logged into his own, and handed the computer back to Lin Qizheng.
“Senior, can you help me post a thread? Must mark it as posted by me personally.”
“What?”
“Just… do as you see fit. Help me scold the perverts on the forum. The harsher the scolding, the better.”
Lin Qizheng was stunned. “Do you know that everyone will hate you if you do this?”
Wen Rong nodded heavily to show he knew, standing up to leave. “Sorry to trouble you. I have something to deal with outside now.”
Lin Qizheng called him back. “Eh! Wait.”
Wen Rong turned back. “Mn, mn, what’s wrong?”
“On the anonymous forum, anyone can post things in your name; no account is needed. I logged out your account for you. Don’t log in on other people’s computers in the future.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Wen Rong ran to the villa.
He wanted to find Shi Ye as a partner. If they reached a consensus, they needed to discuss and refine the prototype plan together. He should save as much time as possible on the road.
Bang, bang, bang.
“Big Brother, hello. I want to find Shi Ye.”
The security guard Big Brother was sitting in front of a pile of screens playing a shooting game. He glanced at Wen Rong. “Young Master is boxing on the first floor.”
“…” Wen Rong thought for a moment. “Could you trouble yourself to announce me? I don’t dare go directly to the villa to find him; there are so many people inside.”
Bang—
A gunshot came from the phone.
Big Brother: “Holy crap! Prone camper.”
Wen Rong: “?”
Big Brother put down his phone and pressed a switch on the table. “Butler, Butler, a pretty kid says there are too many people on the first floor and he doesn’t dare go find the Young Master. He’s waiting in the security room now.”
After speaking, Big Brother’s expression turned cold. “How did you know the location of the security room?”
Wen Rong didn’t understand that kind of wariness and answered honestly, “I came here last time.”
“When?”
The tone was inexplicably intimidating. Wen Rong stepped back carefully. “That night I came holding the ballot box, you even poured me hot water to drink.”
“That four-eyes was you!?”
Big Brother was shocked.
Because the kid that day and the current Wen Rong were too different, even Big Brother, who had experience as a scout, couldn’t believe they were the same person. Just as he wanted to verify further, a gust of wind rushed through the door.
“What do you need me for?”
A breathless voice came. Wen Rong turned to see a black tank top.
He moved a step toward Big Brother, seeing clearly that Shi Ye’s hair was still dripping with sweat—he looked stronger than usual, his skin tight like an inflated balloon, covered in a layer of reflective, thin sweat.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion from just learning he was “world number one,” but Wen Rong suddenly believed he really was an athlete. Very strong, very healthy.
“Hm?”
Wen Rong rubbed his eyes to take back all his envy and went straight to the point. “I heard you have a bad relationship with Zhao Zeryang.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Can you tell him ‘I’m already following you’?”
“Following…” Shi Ye’s head tilted inadvertently, pressing down his brows. “You’re following me?”
Wen Rong nodded. “Yes. This morning he wanted me to follow him [be with him], and I didn’t agree. I want to trouble you to tell him I’m already following you.”
“Do you know what ‘following’ means?”
“I know.”
Knowing that, you still say it?
And want me to declare sovereignty in front of Zhao Zeryang.
Didn’t you say you don’t like men?
Shi Ye turned around, rubbing his hair vigorously.
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