Chapter 47: I Can Make You Die
The bell rang for the end of class, and a message popped up on his phone.
Zhang Jincheng: [Something came up tonight. Taking leave.]
Just as Wen Rong was about to ask if Zhang Jincheng needed help, another message appeared in the group chat.
Zhang Lin: [I’m not going either.]
Four words, like random sticks falling from the sky, knocked squarely against his head.
Wen Rong lowered his head and rested his forehead on the desk. Disappointment and anxiety flooded in, clutching his heart with sharp pain.
“Brother, Senior Zhang Lin probably saw the message I sent but didn’t reply.”
【…】
“Is he ignoring me forever now?”
【Host has other friends besides him.】
“It’s different.”
Counting on his fingers, Wen Rong only had four friends. Missing any one of them made it different from before.
【Why not have a meal and talk to him face-to-face? There’s a saying: ‘Do what you can and leave the rest to fate.’ If it can’t be salvaged, give up decisively. At least you can leave a good impression.】
The System resignedly used words meant to comfort other heartbroken hosts for this moment. Surprisingly, Wen Rong was actually comforted. He patted his cheeks, sat up straight, and took a breath of fresh air.
Seeing other classmates walking out of the classroom one by one, he got up to pack his things and leave.
“I have something to say to you.”
A clear voice rippled into his ears. Wen Rong shook all over and saw Shi Ye sitting calmly beside him.
“Does it have to be now?” He was in a hurry to find Senior Zhang Lin.
“Yes.”
“How long will it take?”
“Two or three minutes.”
Wen Rong put himself in Shi Ye’s shoes. Zhang Lin not replying made him very sad; if he didn’t listen to what Shi Ye had to say, Shi Ye would probably be very sad too.
Resigned, he sat down. “Go ahead.”
In Wen Rong’s expectation, Shi Ye would speak, he would answer, and then he could leave.
But Shi Ye’s lips were pressed tight.
Wen Rong got a little anxious. “Are you going to say it?”
Shi Ye moved his mouth, seeming to struggle.
“I have something urgent. If you haven’t thought it through, we can schedule another time… Why did you turn your head away?”
Shi Ye’s gaze turned in the opposite direction from Wen Rong, leaving him with the view of the back of a gray-and-black head.
“How about you message me on Black Pigeon later? I really have to go.”
Wen Rong packed his things quietly as he spoke. The lecture hall had a strong echo, so he kept his movements as light as possible to avoid making noise.
Zip. The zipper closed.
“I’m sorry.”
It was very, very quiet, but because they were close, Wen Rong heard it.
His hands paused. He couldn’t believe Shi Ye would apologize. His mouth formed a surprised “Huh?”
Shi Ye raised his hand and raked it through his hair, messing up the soft gray locks. “That night, I had just argued with someone when you came over, so I impulsively lost my temper. I’m sorry.”
Receiving no answer, Shi Ye added, “It’s my first time apologizing to someone. I… Is it hard for you to forgive me? Just tell me directly how you want me to compensate you.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
Why?
Zhou Xie had conspired with Shi Changyuan to let Shi Jing enroll early. Everyone on the forum warmly welcomed Shi Jing’s arrival. Shi Ye had been backstabbed by his own father, backstabbed by his friends, backstabbed by everyone. He was holding in his anger, hating everyone related to Shi Jing, including Wen Rong, who had let Shi Jing survive.
But seeing Shi Jing clinging to Wen Rong this morning, and Wen Rong mentioning Leon, Shi Ye realized something. He wasn’t making Wen Rong disappear; he was voluntarily choosing to drop out.
So—
It was all Shi Jing’s fault. Before Shi Jing came, he had almost forgotten about the incident.
“I understand you.”
You don’t understand at all.
Shi Ye rubbed his hair more vigorously, his mood becoming increasingly irritable.
The wound on the back of his hand had scabbad over, but because his fist was clenched tight, it was threatening to crack open again.
Shi Ye wanted to say, “Don’t disappear from my sight,” but just as he opened his mouth and said “You,” he felt the sentence was too melodramatic. The rest of the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t get a single one out.
He took a deep breath. “Transfer to the Tennis Club. I’ll have Zhou Xie process the paperwork for you.”
“What?”
“That bottom-tier club like the News Club has no future. Transfer to the Tennis Club. Do you want to be vice-captain? I’ll let you be it.”
The chair slid across the floor as Wen Rong stood up. “No need, no need. I want to stay in the News Club.”
No, what’s wrong with being the Tennis Club vice-captain? Why stay in that gossip club that ranks last every year?
The fire in Shi Ye’s heart flared up again. With previous lessons in mind, he tried hard to suppress it. “The Tennis Club gets full club points every year. The News Club gets 0. Do you understand?”
“We will work hard.”
“What does hard work have to do with anything?”
The corridor was bustling, voices drifting through the air. The commotion between the two attracted the attention of students outside, and some stopped to look in.
Wen Rong shouldered his bag. “You really don’t need to apologize. Don’t feel guilty about this anymore. I understand you.”
Shi Ye felt inexplicably more annoyed.
He didn’t want this kind of answer. What use was this answer? Next, Wen Rong would still…
His thoughts suddenly jammed.
Shi Ye realized everything seemed to have returned to before Shi Jing enrolled early. Every time he spoke to Wen Rong, he would get angry because Wen Rong always treated him like a stranger, his boundaries so strong they were impossible to ignore.
“Don’t go.” Shi Ye reached out and grabbed Wen Rong. “I want to—”
“Brother Wen Rong!”
A cheerful voice interrupted Shi Ye.
Shi Jing waved his arm while jumping. “I came to pick you up after class!”
Behind him followed Qi Yuan, carrying two bags, and many students crowded at the door watching the drama.
A child raised dotingly by Shi Changyuan and Zhang Wanfei, every move he made reeked of a young master’s entitlement.
Compared to Zhang Wanfei, Shi Ye hated him more.
At least Zhang Wanfei was openly bad. But Shi Jing was a damn “green tea.” He knew Shi Ye hated him, yet he affectionately called him “Brother Shi Ye” in front of everyone, shamelessly crowding him to gain sympathy from others through Shi Ye’s forced impatience.
Shi Ye’s mood hit rock bottom. He didn’t notice Wen Rong shake off his hand and walk out with his bag.
Shi Jing leaned in close. “Brother Wen Rong, I haven’t properly toured the school yet. Take me for a tour, okay?”
Wen Rong turned in another direction. “Sorry, I have urgent business.”
Shi Jing relentlessly hugged his arm. “Then I’ll go with you! You can tour the school with me after you’re done.”
Unable to escape, Wen Rong frowned slightly. “I have to go to the library to study.”
“I’ll go too.”
“I want to study alone.”
“Just pretend I don’t exist. I’ll follow you silently; it doesn’t matter if you ignore me.”
Shi Ye crossed his arms and leaned back, seeing Wen Rong accidentally look back, his gaze glancing at him like a cry for help.
“Tennis Club,” he mouthed the hint.
Wen Rong’s expression paused.
“Tennis Club,” he said again.
“Brother Wen Rong,” Shi Jing swung Wen Rong’s arm, whining. “Please?”
A trace of panic flashed across Wen Rong’s face. He hurriedly pulled his hand away. “Stay away from me.”
Shi Jing pouted and took a step back. “Brother Wen Rong, is this distance enough?”
Wen Rong turned to leave, but Shi Jing continued to follow. Two steps later, Wen Rong finally got angry. “Stop bothering me. I don’t want to be friends with you.”
Shi Jing tilted his head innocently. “Mom told you to be friends with me. Didn’t you get into Floriman Academy because of my mom, Brother?”
Because of my mom, you got into Floriman Academy.
Huge pressure descended, and the air fell into a dead silence.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shi Ye saw Qi Yuan hesitating, wanting to reach out and take Shi Jing away. He whistled to attract his attention.
Hunting time.
Step aside, don’t interfere with Wen Rong.
As Shi Ye expected, Wen Rong asked in the next second, “Didn’t you survive because of me?”
Shi Jing, usually skilled in technique, clearly couldn’t withstand Wen Rong’s sudden verbal offense. His smile froze.
He paused, then put on a pitiful look. “Is Brother Wen Rong in a bad mood? It’s okay. Take all your anger out on me. Aside from Mom, you’re the person who treats me best. I’m willing to accept whatever you do to me.”
“I—”
“Are you crazy? Can’t you understand he told you to stop following him?”
Shi Ye didn’t wait for Wen Rong’s second burst of energy. Two people squeezed through the crowd of spectators at the door and pulled Wen Rong up. “Youngest, let’s go.”
Shi Ye remembered them. They were from the News Club, the ones who once tried to trick Wen Rong into the public bath to scrub backs.
Seeing them, Wen Rong’s calm expression suddenly collapsed. He looked like he was about to cry. Especially when he saw one of them, the whites of his eyes instantly filled with blood vessels. He sniffled, a sob escaping his lips.
Shi Ye couldn’t help but notice that person, identifying his nameplate—Zhang Lin.
“Senior, why are you here?”
“Someone posted on the forum saying you were in a love triangle with those two. Sigh, we’ll talk details later. Come with us, don’t let people watch the show here.”
The two dragged Wen Rong away, one on each side. Shi Jing, refusing to give up, shouted “Brother Wen Rong” and tried to follow. Zhang Lin turned back and pinned his shoulder. “Do you understand how to respect people’s wishes? He doesn’t want you clinging to him.”
Shi Jing pushed him away in a huff. “Move aside, I want to talk to Brother Wen Rong.”
Zhang Lin was about to stop him again when a flash of gold walked into the classroom, reached out, grabbed Shi Jing by the throat, and forcibly pushed him back.
Deep blue eyes were full of smiles. “You guys go eat. Help close the classroom door.”
…
Bang.
The moment the door closed, the sound vanished. This lecture hall became independent of the outside world.
Leon easily pinned Shi Jing onto the table.
He had rushed over from the Administration Building directly after seeing the forum post. He was still wearing work clothes, dusty and gray. Even the hand gripping Shi Jing wasn’t very clean, leaving black grease marks on Shi Jing’s neck.
Shi Jing was startled at first, then cried out pitifully, “Brother Leon, it hurts.”
Leon tilted his head to crack his neck, smiling. “Watching your mom have an affair with Shi Changyuan for eighteen years, didn’t you learn any skills to please people from her?”
Shi Jing’s pupils constricted. “What did you say?”
Even knowing he was an illegitimate child, his biological mother was a respected actress in the entertainment industry, and his biological father was Shi Changyuan. No one dared to say such ugly words in front of the Young Master Shi.
Leon’s words bubbled out, stabbing straight into his nerves, shattering his habitually faked smile. Enraged, he reached out to grab Leon’s hair.
Leon’s fingers tightened. Shi Jing choked, barely able to breathe, his hands forced to move to his own neck.
“Listen clearly. Being a mistress requires the self-awareness of a mistress. Your mom had a belly to climb the ranks; do you have that advantage to dare push your luck? Don’t bother Wen Rong again.”
“You—” Shi Jing rolled his eyes toward Qi Yuan. “Pull him off, come pull him off!”
Qi Yuan hesitated to step forward, but Shi Ye stood up solemnly, grabbed Shi Jing’s hair, and yanked it back. “You like Wen Rong, right?”
He looked down at Shi Jing’s face, but he actually wanted the answer to this question from Leon.
Shi Jing got angry, forcing his eyes wide. “I urgh like Wen…”
Leon cut him off. “No one cares if you like him or not. Keep your thoughts inside your pants from now on. Don’t go around acting like a clown with exhibitionism, or else—”
“It hurts!” Shi Jing’s head was pulled back; Shi Ye was hurting him. He held his breath and struggled to speak: “What does it have to do with you guys? Only Wen Rong can decide… Cough cough cough Let… let go…”
“Shi Ye, let him go,” Leon notified Shi Ye.
The moment Shi Ye let go, Leon released his hand simultaneously.
Beneath the golden hair, a pair of eyes were blue to the point of coldness. He usually pretended to be kind, so many people didn’t realize that when he looked at people, it was like looking at dead meat.
The little young master didn’t understand. Able to breathe freely, he immediately threatened, “Just you wait, I’ll let—”
Leon fished a small strip-shaped instrument from his pocket and forcibly shoved it into his mouth.
Almost at the same time, intense pain exploded. Shi Jing convulsed uncontrollably like he was electrocuted and slid to the floor.
His whole body went limp. When he lifted his face again, genuine tears flowed from his eyes.
Leon looked down from above: “You’re right. Only Wen Rong can decide who he’s with, but I can make you die.”
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