Chapter 88: How Did Your Mouth Get Broken? Part 1
By the time the nanny van drove home, Shi Ye finally realized what was wrong.
Learn what professional interview? Wen Rong is definitely interviewing me. Wouldn’t just running lines with me alone be enough?
But the car was almost home, and Shi Ye didn’t have time to tell Zhou Xie to scram.
He could only think that Leon was the biggest rival. Temporarily uniting with Zhou Xie was a decent plan. After all, Zhou Xie just wanted to drag Wen Rong into a career… right?
Zhou Xie clinging to Wen Rong was just to get Wen Rong into politics. Zhou Xie probably didn’t like Wen Rong; he didn’t look like he liked him.
Shi Ye, with zero romantic experience, successfully settled his apprehensive heart after a series of complex deductions.
Meanwhile, Wen Rong looked out the window.
Perhaps it wasn’t the window, but a streak of golden sunlight.
The weather was great. It was beautiful scenery unseen at school. He enjoyed this moment, feeling the whole world was golden, as bright as the Senior’s hair. The sky was also very blue, just like the Senior’s eyes.
“Wen Rong.”
Hearing the Senior call him, Wen Rong couldn’t control the urge to smile. He turned back and asked, “Mn! Senior.”
Leon reached out and opened the lid of a compartment in the car, fishing out a knuckle-sized object. “Eat a little to pad your stomach.”
Before Wen Rong could see clearly what it was, a hand suddenly snatched it away.
“Damn, you’re not allowed to give my stuff to Wen Rong.”
Wen Rong looked over in confusion. Shi Ye froze while holding the item, revealing some nervousness on his sharp face. “No, I mean he’s not allowed to give you my stuff… no, no, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean not to give it to you, I wanted to give it to you myself.”
“Heh.”
Zhou Xie crossed his arms and chuckled lightly. Shi Ye turned back to punch him, cursing “Scram.”
Then he turned back, rustle rustle, tore open the packaging, and handed it to Wen Rong. “Taste it. The nutritionist specially formulated it. Tastes pretty good.”
Only then did Wen Rong see clearly the thing Shi Ye snatched away—it was a piece of chocolate. The color was deep, almost approaching black. When the sunlight hit it, it floated with a brown glow.
Very similar to Shi Ye’s skin.
Wen Rong’s focused appreciation seemed like a refusal to the guilty Shi Ye. Shi Ye secretly extended his foot to kick Leon, eyes signaling him to say something.
Leon mimicked Zhou Xie, crossing his arms and sneering, ignoring him.
Shi Ye kicked harder. Leon’s reaction was half a beat slow; only after being kicked did he slowly shift his foot’s position, giving Shi Ye no chance to kick again.
“It’s delicious. Try it.”
Failing to get help, Shi Ye moved the chocolate closer to Wen Rong’s mouth pleadingly, his gaze burning.
Wen Rong finally lowered his head, opened his mouth to bite off a section, and nodded to Shi Ye to express his appreciation.
Shi Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Then I’ll have the nutritionist make more. I’ll bring it to you every day.”
From the corner of his eye, his gaze inadvertently shifted from Wen Rong’s satisfied face to his own hand.
A corner was missing from the dark brown rectangle, leaving a row of neat teeth marks.
Shi Ye held the half-eaten chocolate, dazed for two seconds, then silently tore off all the packaging wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth right in front of Leon.
In such warm weather, the chocolate turned into a soft, smooth texture. With a roll, it turned from a bar into a ball, Wen Rong’s teeth marks wrapped deep inside.
He used the tip of his tongue to press the chocolate against his palate, threads of sweetness flowing down his throat.
The wind blew in gusts. The car turned a corner. People swayed, and hearts rippled.
Zzzzt zzzzt—
The driver in front spoke: “Young Master, there are many people at the gate. I’ll close the windows first.”
Shi Ye and Shi Changyuan were still in a state of family separation. This estate he lived in was where his mother lived before marriage. The front part was open to tourists as a museum, and the back part was the private residence.
Because today’s match was another big win, fans obsessed with Shi Ye ran to the museum entrance to squat. The nanny van advanced with difficulty. A journey of just a hundred meters took nearly two hours.
When the four got out of the car, it was as dark inside the car as the sky outside.
Walking down a path of ten-odd meters, they entered the main gate. The golden-yellow hall was magnificent. The chandelier in the middle was draped with crystals, their surfaces cut smooth, refracting the moving silhouettes under the light.
On the jade-white dining table sat white plates bigger than Wen Rong’s face. In the exact center was a piece of meat half the size of a palm, garnished by the chef with sauce in beautiful geometric shapes.
The half-bite of chocolate just now alleviated the hunger from rushing about all day. Wen Rong was able to taste the meat calmly.
“Wen Rong,” Leon called him.
“Mn, Senior.”
Wen Rong put down his fork and looked in Senior Leon’s direction.
“Don’t be nervous. I just wanted to ask if there are any places you want to visit. You can go look around before signing the contract.”
There were.
The guide wrote about many fun places in District 1. Wen Rong had read them all casually, swayed by those vivid descriptions.
But work was important. Wen Rong suppressed the desire in his heart. “I have to learn professional interviewing from Zhou… President, and also learn tennis knowledge. I’ll go after I’m busy.”
“So there are places?”
How did Senior guess!
So amazing.
Wen Rong nodded hesitantly.
“Then go visit in the next few days.”
“But…”
A strange smile floated onto Leon’s face. “Don’t feel too much pressure. Your job difficulty is linked to Shi Ye. If Shi Ye wins the championship, you interview him.”
“Of course, if he doesn’t win, that’s a different matter.”
Shi Ye, who was eating, instantly felt the pressure of “heavy responsibility” and said hurriedly, “I will definitely win the championship.”
Leon took over the conversation. “So tomorrow you can relax temporarily. Where do you want to play?”
After hearing Senior’s words, Wen Rong’s entire expression became relaxed. He took out his phone and showed the Blue Book note he had bookmarked. “I want to go here.”
—”Xian Zhuo” (Leisure Drinking).
Leon assumed Wen Rong would go to safe places like museums or zoos. He had even prepared arrangements for those. But Wen Rong wanted to go to a bar?
“Are you sure you want to go?”
“Mhm, mhm.”
“Why the sudden desire to go to Xian Zhuo?”
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Xie diagonally across let out a choking cough, as if he heard some joke, and covered his mouth with a napkin.
Wen Rong looked over in confusion. Zhou Xie didn’t look at him, nor did he respond why he laughed. So Wen Rong looked back at Leon and explained, “I originally wanted to go to the museum, but reservation is required there, and I didn’t get one. On Blue Book, netizens said you must go to this place if you come to District 1. There are band performances at night, and no entrance ticket required.”
“It is a bar after all, it might be a bit chaotic.”
Wen Rong swiped the screen a few times to show netizen comments to Leon. “Netizens all say the security here is especially good, no one causes trouble. During club recruitment, I watched live singing and dancing. It was very good looking, I want to see it again.”
“Want to go to a bar to watch a live performance…” Leon slowly poked the plate with his fork, the smile on his face deepening. “Then eat quickly. We’ll go after eating.”
Wen Rong was stunned. “Go tonight?”
“Senior has been sold by your recommendation and wants to see the live performance too.”
“F*ck!” Shi Ye suddenly jumped up.
The three looked at him in unison, baffled by his sudden outburst.
“You deliberately picked these few days of my pre-match training.”
Leon: “Train well. Reduce some work pressure for Wen Rong so he can have fun.”
Shi Ye: “…”
Unable to refute.
After dinner, Leon drove Shi Ye’s car and took Wen Rong out.
Due to “boredom,” “since we’re here,” and various other reasons, Zhou Xie sat in the back seat of the car.
During the Tennis Open these few days, District 1 gathered more people than usual. Many tourists like Wen Rong chose to come to Xian Zhuo after reading guides. The band hadn’t arrived yet, but the entrance was already a sea of people.
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