Chapter 77: Want Him! Part 1
Turning to the last page of the workbook, the answer he had racked his brains for but couldn’t find suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Wen Rong’s eyes widened abruptly. His light-colored pupils were contained in pools of water. As his eyelashes swept down, tears went splat, turning into a small mark on the workman’s coveralls.
In this moment, the contours of his slender nose bridge deepened, connecting to a pink-tinged tip.
Leon reached out and brushed the space between his brows, which was wrinkled into an “eight” shape. In a brief instant, his eyelids and the corners of his eyes turned completely red. His mouth flattened—one look and you knew he felt wronged.
Leon knew he should let Wen Rong vent his emotions, but he didn’t want to see Wen Rong cry at all.
“Don’t cry.”
Approaching nine o’clock, students without classes trickled into the administration building for club activities, each holding a phone and chatting about the gossip on the Black Pigeon forum. They walked close, then walked away. The laughter they brought briefly circled in the air, dissolving the low sobs suppressed by biting lips.
Wen Rong sniffled obediently twice. Probably feeling embarrassed, he tapped his toes, trying to stand straight.
Leon lowered his eyes and asked, “Have you watched the videos I sent you recently?”
The tears stopped completely—or perhaps were dried by the cold wind. The long, curled eyelashes clumped together, trembling in panic and slight movement. It was a sign of guilt.
Leon guessed, “You watched them?”
“…No.”
Leon pressed, “Do you still remember the content?”
The redness brought out by the tears spread everywhere. Wen Rong buried his head lower. Under his fragmented hair lay the redness of infection, hot like fire, baking Leon’s eyes.
Leon suppressed his voice. “24 minutes and 37 seconds.”
“That golden-haired man held his… boyfriend like this too.”
“If you cry, it will look exactly like that scene.”
There was a distinct bump against his chest; Leon felt Wen Rong inhale heavily.
Crash. Half a meter away, a window was pulled open, forcibly interrupting what Leon was about to say.
“Hss—why open the window? Freezing to death.”
“Isn’t it because you smoke? It stinks.”
Stomp, stomp.
A foot stomped hard on the floor, followed by: “It’s out. Close the window, quick.”
“No, the smell hasn’t dispersed yet.”
“This isn’t like when you blocked my dorm door saying you liked me? Now you even dislike me smoking? Last night you complained I wasn’t tight enough. Normal couples take seven years to get the itch, you fucker, it’s only been a few months and you—mph mph.”
Strange collision sounds filled the ears like flooding water. Wen Rong’s back broke out in goosebumps, and his body twitched uncontrollably.
He was too shocked; his large eyes stared for a long time without reacting.
“Fuck your mother, close the window.”
“Who was shouting that their legs were weak after two rounds?”
“You were so fucking forceful—”
Interruption: “No more cursing.”
“Mph mph, cl-close the window—I told you to close it—”
Interruption again: “There’s no one outside.”
“Bullshit. Huff, huff—The Journalism Club passes by here every day. If Lin Qizheng photographs our bed photos and posts them on the forum, I’ll tie you up and jump into the lake even if I die.”
Bang.
The ear-splitting sound of the window closing sounded more like something smashing onto the ground. Wen Rong shuddered in fright.
His heels touched the ground. A cool breeze blew from the lawn behind the administration building. The sensation was more obvious on his chest than his back, as the heat from his chest was scraped away layer by layer.
A hand landed gently on top of Wen Rong’s head. The voice was lighter than before, as if afraid of being discovered.
“Go.”
Wen Rong was like a robot receiving a command. He turned his spine 90 degrees and walked toward the door of Room 100 with stiff knees.
If this were a manga world instead of a novel world, the author would definitely draw a small cloud beside his head, filled with mosaiced 18+ images.
He stopped abruptly at the door of Room 100, calling the System in a daze.
“Brother.”
[Mm…]
“I want to build a family with the Senior.”
[Mm, and you also want to build a family with Shi Ye.]
“Mm.”
[Mm???]
“When I’m with Shi Ye, I want to build a family with him. When I’m with Senior, I want to build a family with him…”
He paused. “I feel very comfortable when I’m with them. That feeling is so strange.”
[Then would you want to build a family with the three from the Journalism Club?]
“Senior Lin Qizheng doesn’t seem willing to hug me.” Wen Rong hung his head in annoyance. “But if I could—”
The System interrupted Wen Rong. [No, you can’t.]
[Host, your needs were just suddenly unlocked, and you lost your reason. There must have been classmates in your old class who loved going to internet cafes or arcades, right? Those are manifestations of the body being unable to control desire.]
[You are just like them right now.]
Wen Rong looked up sharply, realization dawning on him.
“Brother, are you saying I… can’t control myself?”
[Mm.]
Desire instantly transformed into deep fear. With the System’s reminder, Wen Rong understood that by indulging in the accelerated heartbeat brought by the Senior, he had “let himself go.”
He shook his head, forcing his brain to sober up.
There were more important things to do now. Right, Wang Allen still needed to be dealt with. He couldn’t be self-indulgent.
Wen Rong held a breath in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks. When he couldn’t hold it anymore, he opened his mouth—Pah!—imagining he was spitting out a beam of evil energy.
Then he pushed open the door to Room 100.
Click—
“Why hasn’t the Youngest replied to your message? I saw the three of them bring him out.”
“Ask him yourself.”
“I don’t dare. You ask.”
“What’s wrong with you? Since yesterday, you seem to be hiding from the Youngest.”
“This… this…”
Wen Rong entered and locked eyes with the stuttering Lin Qizheng.
Lin Qizheng’s eyes were burned, and he hurriedly looked away.
Then he turned back hesitantly and whispered to Wen Rong, “Yo-yo-youngest, I thought about it all night. If you really… really like me, I’m willing to brave the danger of being rivals with Leon and Shi Ye to… try with you for a while. Just a while. After trying, you’ll realize I’m a terrible person, far inferior to Shi Ye and Leon.”
Zhang Lin: “Huh? What madness are you spouting?”
Wen Rong froze, savoring Lin Qizheng’s words internally but not understanding.
The System couldn’t help reminding him: [You asked him to hug you yesterday. He misunderstood.]
“Ah!” Wen Rong realized.
“Ah?”
“Ah?”
“I’m sorry, Senior.” Wen Rong apologized to Lin Qizheng sincerely. “I just let myself go yesterday. Children in the orphanage aren’t allowed to be hugged. I just discovered I’ve never hugged anyone, so I wanted to try hugging someone. I didn’t mean to harass you.”
Lin Qizheng was shocked. “You don’t like me?”
Wen Rong was sincere. “I like you very much.”
Lin Qizheng: “…”
Zhang Lin glanced at Lin Qizheng. “One less case to brag about. Very regrettable, isn’t it?”
Lin Qizheng: “…”
Bullshit.
It was the first time someone liked him, but it turned out to be purely his own misunderstanding. He was embarrassed!
Lin Qizheng was depressed for two seconds, then spread his arms and pounced on Wen Rong. “Ouch, our Youngest hasn’t been hugged since childhood. Come, you poor thing, Senior will make it up to you.”
Wen Rong shrank his shoulders in fright. Zhang Lin pulled him back in time. “What hug? Get to work. Lots of people on the forum are asking for updates.”
Lin Qizheng said “Oh, oh” twice, let go of Wen Rong, and sat back at the computer.
As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Zhang Lin leaned sideways and threw himself onto Wen Rong’s shoulder. “Here, a hug from Senior to your brother.”
“Holy crap! Insidious.”
Zhang Lin freed a hand to pull down his eyelid and stick out his tongue. “Afraid your low IQ is contagious to the Youngest.”
Pfft.
Wen Rong was amused.
If hugging was desire, then being with the seniors of the Journalism Club was also desire. Wen Rong liked this feeling and allowed himself to indulge a little.
…
Black Pigeon Forum
- [Where are they? Where are the field reporters? What’s the situation now?]
- [First time I found our school’s Journalism Club so useful. Wen Rong is busy hiding in the toilet, I get that, but what about Lin Qizheng? Zhang Lin? Don’t they follow up on real-time news?]
- [Someone tell me, please.]
Lin Qizheng: [Report from the front lines: The concerned party’s three rumored boyfriends have all arrived. Wang Allen was carried out of the toilet on a stretcher.]
- [Holy crap! Even the Dealer came?]
Lin Qizheng: [Image]
Lin Qizheng: [Photo as proof.]
In the photo, Zhou Xie walked out of the restroom, head slightly lowered, bangs covering half his glasses, looking as gloomy as ever. Leon followed behind him, maintaining his usual smile. Further back was half of Shi Ye’s face; he seemed to be in a good mood.
The photo was blurry and needed zooming in.
Upon clicking to zoom, the red character for “Female” beside the door was more eye-catching than any face.
- [Damn! Women’s restroom?]
Lin Qizheng: [Correct. Wang Allen forcibly pushed the concerned party into the women’s restroom to humiliate him.]
- [Although… although my heart aches for my wife, thinking of him being outside with three strong wild men, I feel I should pity myself instead.]
- [Wang Allen, bro isn’t siding with you this time. You made me faint from jealousy.]
- [What’s the follow-up? Which wild man did my wife leave with?]
- [Is that the point right now? The point is Zhou Xie and my wife are back together. Can I still call him wife?]
With this question, the Black Pigeon forum instantly fell into silence.
The problem was serious.
People like them had to learn to read the room from the moment they understood things.
Calling Wen Rong “Wife” recklessly earlier was because Wen Rong was just a Special Recruit. They dared to do it because Zhou Xie authorized it.
Now that Zhou Xie had gone to help Wen Rong, if they continued, they might end up on the Dealer’s grudge list.
Soon, a notification from the Black Pigeon System further sobered everyone up.
[Wang Allen used violence on campus and occupied the women’s restroom. Penalty: Yellow Card.]
The wind vane had turned. The Black Pigeon forum soon had new messages.
- [Student Council did a good job! Wang Allen went too far this time. No matter what, he shouldn’t have forced Wen Rong into the toilet to freeze in the cold wind. What if he gets sick?]
- [Suspect he did steal Zhang Jincheng’s designs, otherwise he wouldn’t be this agitated.]
On the other end of the internet, lying on a bed in the infirmary, Wang Allen saw the collective condemnation against him and couldn’t help replying in the thread:
- [What’s wrong with me bullying a Special Recruit with a Red Card?]
- [Don’t forget Wen Rong smeared the school.]
The next second, the Black Pigeon System sent another message: [With the school anniversary approaching, any students causing trouble will be uniformly penalized with a Red Card.]
“Fuck his mother.”
The nurse entering the room was almost hit by the phone. Her legs sprang back rapidly, and she looked at Wang Allen in shock and fear.
Wang Allen pointed with his chin. “Pick up my phone.”
The nurse hesitated, then picked up the phone and returned it to Wang Allen.
A crack had been smashed into the corner of the phone, but fortunately, it was still on and usable.
Wang Allen opened his contacts, found “Little Uncle,” and dialed.
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