Chapter 62: Death
Wen Rong didn’t pay much attention to the Black Pigeon forum. When he went back at night, he only received the system notification pushed by Black Pigeon.
Lin Qizheng getting his Yellow Card cancelled could be considered resolving a worry. He tried hard to pat his cheeks to make himself happy.
But just as the corners of his mouth lifted, Black Pigeon pushed another message: The professional science popularization software was a huge success, received a government award, and a seminar was expected to be held specifically for it at the end of the year.
The corners of his mouth that had struggled to rise drooped again.
Wen Rong suddenly understood Zhang Jincheng’s feelings even more.
Having one’s own things taken by others for profit, without even a place to voice grievances.
He couldn’t help asking the system, “Brother, is there really nothing we can do now?”
【In the setting of this novel world, nobles can easily take away everything from ordinary people.】
Wen Rong was speechless.
He had been living too well recently and had somewhat forgotten that this was a novel world.
After washing up, Wen Rong sat on the bed, attempting to distract himself with Blue Book, but after a few minutes, he took a deep breath, his chest feeling uncomfortably tight.
Although this was a novel world, he was a living person. The pain in his heart now was real, and the seniors in the News Club were also real.
He couldn’t help asking again, “But aren’t the seniors nobles too? Why are their things also taken away?”
【This is the law of the jungle. Nobles are also divided into classes. Those like Zhou Xie, Shi Ye, and Leon are the top tier. The News Club members are just cannon fodder in the book, created to be stepping stones for F4.】
Wen Rong swayed and held his forehead. “But doesn’t this place advocate democracy?”
【If it were truly democratic, you wouldn’t be the only special recruit in the whole school.】
Patter patter.
Rain suddenly fell, beating against the window.
Wen Rong lifted the quilt, got up, and walked to the window. The glass vaguely reflected a blurred shadow.
Even so, he could feel that the person in the glass was completely different from his past self. Even if a teacher he knew in his previous life came to this world, they wouldn’t recognize him.
He couldn’t help wondering, if others came to Floriman Academy, would they undergo earth-shaking changes like him?
The girl they met hiking last time said she also wanted to enter Floriman Academy.
Wen Rong’s thoughts wandered. For some reason, he thought of Senior Leon.
Maybe because whenever he had difficulties before, Leon always helped him find a way.
The Senior said many things didn’t have a right or wrong; it mainly depended on which side you stood on.
If he were in the upper class of nobles, enjoying others as stepping stones, he wouldn’t feel there was anything wrong.
But he wasn’t. He was just a stone. So from his perspective, these class divisions among nobles and the setting of this novel world were wrong.
“Brother.”
【Hm?】
“What happens if I get expelled?”
【If the Host is expelled, missions cannot be triggered, and you will die.】
Die—
Wen Rong thought about how Room 100 had been messed up by Senior Lin Qizheng again. If he died and no one cleaned it… he shivered.
Buzz.
When he got back into bed, his phone vibrated with a new message.
[Shi Ye requests to add you as a friend. Message: I’ll pick you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow.]
Wen Rong accepted the request and replied: [No need.]
6:00 a.m.
The first rays of sunlight after the rainy season fell on the tennis court. The grass was verdant green.
Shi Ye had specifically chased the other Tennis Club members to the school’s general tennis courts. He twirled his racket boredly on his exclusive court, glancing at the entrance from time to time.
He checked his watch again and frowned. Why isn’t he here yet?
He should have gone directly to the dorm entrance to pick Wen Rong up.
“Young Master, time for training,” Wang Xijie reminded him from the side.
“Wait a bit.”
Shi Ye took out his phone and typed: [Why aren’t you here yet?]
Tone was bad. Delete, delete.
Shi Ye: [Did you get lost?]
Buzz—
Wen Rong replied: [I’m on my way.]
Shi Ye suppressed the urge to rush him and handed his phone and watch to the butler.
He wanted to practice before Wen Rong arrived. Not that he wanted Wen Rong to see him play, he just simply wanted to demonstrate the Tennis Club’s strength. Maybe next year Wen Rong would transfer to the Tennis Club as vice president.
That was what Shi Ye thought. But after playing a round with Wang Xijie, there was still no sign of Wen Rong outside the tennis court.
If he practiced any longer, Wen Rong would only see him exhausted on the ground.
Shi Ye made a pause gesture to Wang Xijie, asked the butler for his phone, and messaged Wen Rong again: [When will you arrive?]
No reply.
Shi Ye thought Wen Rong wouldn’t lie to him; maybe an accident happened on the way.
His heart tightened instantly, and he called Wen Rong directly.
After two rings, it was picked up. “Hello—”
It came with noisy background sounds and many people talking.
“Where are you?”
“The tennis court. Didn’t you ask me to come play tennis?”
Shi Ye looked around, confirming he didn’t see Wen Rong anywhere. “Why don’t I see you?”
“I don’t see you either.”
Just as Wen Rong finished speaking, another voice came through. “Goddess… Wen Rong, you’re a beginner, I’ll teach you how to swing the racket first.”
If he heard correctly, that seemed to be the voice of another Tennis Club member.
Shi Ye instantly figured out the answer. “You went to the wrong place.”
“Huh?”
“Wait there, I’m coming to pick you up.”
Shi Ye hung up.
If he didn’t hang up, he thought he would lose his temper again.
Shi Ye threw the racket to the butler, rubbed his hair while walking out, quickly got into the car, and the roar of the engine drifted away down the road.
The school’s tennis court wasn’t far from his villa, about a five or six-minute drive.
During these five or six minutes, the warm breeze brushed his face, and his brain gradually calmed down.
He should have picked Wen Rong up in the morning. Wen Rong’s brain circuits were always weird; going to the wrong place was excusable.
It was his fault.
School Tennis Court.
Although Floriman Academy was wealthy, everything was still practical and maintenance-focused. The open-air tennis courts had weathered wind and rain and long-term use; ball marks were everywhere on the blue surface.
It was barely usable, but the most troublesome thing about playing tennis was having no one to pick up the balls. For many beginners, it could be called a nightmare, unlike the convenience of having ball boys at Shi Ye’s place.
Shi Ye heard the noisy voices inside as he approached the wire fence.
“You haven’t learned tennis at all before? But you play very well; you’re more talented than our President.”
“But I didn’t catch the ball just now.”
“That’s normal. Our President often can’t catch the ball either.”
Others chimed in, “Even the world number one is like this. You aren’t losing face.”
“But… it’s hard for me to even lift the racket.”
“It’s not your fault, this racket is too heavy. Whose racket is this? Use mine, mine is light.”
The person surrounded by the Tennis Club members was wearing the club’s summer sportswear—short sleeves and shorts. A pair of legs that seemed never to have seen the sun were dazzlingly brighter than the sunlight, straight and slender, the skin so thin one could clearly see the bones and tendons.
Not only did Shi Ye notice, but everyone’s gaze was patrolling up and down between his face and legs, bodies swaying as if dazzled by the chaotic sight.
The emotions Shi Ye had controlled surged again. Feeling inexplicably angry, he strode forward and pushed through the crowd.
“Who the f*ck—Shi, Brother Shi.”
Wen Rong turned around, his light-colored pupils dyed platinum by the sunlight. “You finally came.”
Finally… came?
I practiced for a whole round and didn’t see you!
Shi Ye suppressed his temper and asked, “Why are you here?”
“I met them when I went to eat breakfast this morning.” His beautiful eyes looked around. “Aren’t they your club members? So I followed them here.”
Others chimed in, “Mhm, Wen Rong said he was interested in tennis, so we taught him a bit.”
“They are all super nice and even gave me the Tennis Club sportswear.” Wen Rong spread his arms to show it off. “It looks really good.”
Shi Ye paused abruptly. “You changed clothes?”
“Mhm.”
Whether it was Shi Ye’s private court or the courts here, the changing rooms were communal.
That meant Wen Rong had changed his shirt and pants under so many pairs of eyes.
A wave of anger surged up. Shi Ye shoved his hands into his sweatpants pockets, fists bulging on both sides.
Why was Wen Rong so obtuse? Didn’t he know what intentions these people had toward him? Last time he wanted to bathe with the News Club, and this time he changed clothes in front of so many people. Shi Ye could even imagine what these people were thinking while watching him change—maybe taking photos with their phones and fantasizing at night.
“Shi Ye?”
Shi Ye turned around abruptly, hiding the anger climbing up his cheeks.
He really wanted to pry open Wen Rong’s head to see if it was full of tofu dregs.
Suddenly, something knocked heavily against his back.
Shi Ye felt strands of hair penetrate his clothes, lightly sweeping across the skin on his back. His muscles spasmed, and his whole body tensed up.
If Wen Rong did this… if he did this…
“Ah—”
A scream interrupted Shi Ye’s reverie.
He turned around. A black shadow was falling in front of him, and he instinctively reached out to support it.
Wen Rong should be very light; he was so thin.
But for some reason, his hands felt like they couldn’t hold the weight of the bones.
Shi Ye froze for two seconds before realizing—Wen Rong had fainted.
Shi Ye split into three, shaking on the ground.
Wen Rong realized belatedly that he was the one shaking.
He shook his head. The three shadows merged into one. He thought he had returned to normal, but Shi Ye’s back magnified in front of his eyes.
Endless darkness struck like a tide, and Wen Rong felt difficulty breathing.
When he woke up again, his field of vision was a vast expanse of white, and a strong smell of disinfectant flooded his nose.
Wen Rong heard someone shout “He’s awake.” He couldn’t distinguish whose voice it was. Suddenly, his chest felt frozen by the air, and then something even colder was pressed against it.
“Strange, everything is normal. Why would he suddenly faint?”
“Is it heatstroke?”
“Can you get heatstroke with today’s sun?”
Wen Rong opened his mouth. The people speaking seemed to notice his movement and hurriedly helped him up.
Everything in front of him was very unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that he thought he had transmigrated again.
“Youngest, how do you feel? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?”
Oh, didn’t transmigrate.
Luckily not.
Wen Rong couldn’t bear to leave the three members of the News Club.
He shook his head and tried to see everything clearly again.
This looked like a hospital ward. The three from the News Club were standing beside him watching him. There was also a person in a white coat whose stethoscope was pressed against his chest.
Wen Rong was slightly stunned. “What happened to me?”
Lin Qizheng: “You suddenly fainted on the tennis court this morning. The doctor couldn’t find any problems either.”
“Then I…”
There was a sudden bang at the door. Someone pushed in with terrifying force; the door slammed against the wall.
“Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Are you not—” Shi Ye paused abruptly and looked away. “Put your clothes on.”
Wen Rong looked dully at the doctor in the white coat. “But the doctor needs to examine me.”
The doctor waved his hand and stood up. “It’s okay, I can’t hear anything wrong anyway. You put your clothes on first, rest well, eat something later, and go back to the dorm.”
Zhang Lin pursued the question: “Doctor, you haven’t said why he fainted.”
Right, why did he suddenly faint?
Wen Rong waited for the doctor’s answer, but unexpectedly, the System spoke up:
【Because the Host hasn’t triggered a mission for too long, the Main System automatically determined that the Host would fail the mission, paving the way for the Host’s death in advance.】
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