Chapter 96: Killing the Enemy 1 part 1
“What are you doing here?”
Lessons from the past made Shi Ye vaguely suspicious of the situation, and he quickly blocked Wen Rong from view.
Zhou Xie chuckled, bent down to pick up a cigarette butt, and said, “Just wandering around.”
“Just wandering around, and you happened to wander all the way to—”
Shi Ye stopped himself. He glanced at Wen Rong, hands clenched tight in his pockets. “Wen Rong, Zhou Xie is looking for me. You go back inside first.”
“Okay.”
Wen Rong turned and went back into his room.
Click—
The door closed.
Shi Ye lowered his voice. “What do you want with him?”
Zhou Xie: “We’re going to talk right here?”
Shi Ye looked at Wen Rong’s door, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Zhou Xie and dragged him downstairs.
Two sets of chaotic footsteps thumped loudly against the wooden stairs.
Upon reaching the first floor, Zhou Xie finally reached out and pushed Shi Ye away. “That’s enough.”
Shi Ye pressed again, “What do you want with Wen Rong?”
Zhou Xie lowered his eyes slightly, changing the subject. “Want to play a few sets?”
Inside the room, Wen Rong took a comfortable bath, washing away his exhaustion.
After climbing into bed, he happily looked at flight tickets.
It just so happened that the main crowds were leaving District 1 after watching the Open. Economy tickets were sold out, leaving only First Class seats at several times the price.
A bit expensive.
But thinking of the classes he had missed and the 500,000 reward he had earned, Wen Rong decided to break his frugal habits for once and waste a little money. He would fly First Class!
After buying the ticket, he rolled excitedly on the bed. The quilt bundled around his stomach, causing him to kneel up with his bottom in the air.
He patted his cheeks.
Calm down, calm down.
He needed to take plenty of photos on the plane tomorrow.
Right, he also needed to check if there was anything he should pay attention to before flying.
Wen Rong opened BlueBook. Just as he was about to search for a guide, he inevitably saw his and Shi Ye’s names in the search bar.
Why am I on the hot search with Shi Ye?
Wen Rong immediately recalled Shi Ye saying that netizens were spreading rumors that they were a couple.
A couple meant dating.
And people who dated kissed.
His cheeks flushed red instantly. Even the saliva he swallowed felt like a piece of hot charcoal burning in his chest.
In this state, Wen Rong’s mind wasn’t thinking clearly as he clicked on the hot search. He was startled to find that the trending topics were all about him.
#WenRongShiYeDating#
#ShiYeStaringAtWenRong#
…
Among them, the hashtag #SuperSweetPrincessCarry# stood out abruptly, looking fresh and refined amidst the pile of names.
Wen Rong couldn’t resist the temptation and clicked on the tag.
The moment the first post popped up, the sunlight shining through the phone screen reflected on his face, casting an orange-red glow in the depths of Wen Rong’s eyes.
—Under the setting sun, a robust figure was carrying another person horizontally against the light, casting a long shadow on the ground.
Wen Rong thought the sportswear on the two people looked familiar, so he scrolled down below the photo.
[Oh my god! What is this peerless scenery? Turns out they were dating way back then.]
[It’s too much like an idol drama; I’m getting diabetes from the sweetness.]
[I envy Shi Ye. I want to hold Wen Rong like that too.]
Wait.
Why is my name there?
Wen Rong brought the phone closer to his eyes and examined the photo carefully.
Is this me?
Why don’t I remember a photo like this?
[Last time the System judged that the Host would die, the Host fainted on the tennis court.]
Wen Rong’s eyes widened. “Why is there a photo?”
[It existed back then, it just wasn’t spread to BlueBook.]
“I remember it was morning that day. The sun wasn’t this red.”
[Photoshopped.]
Wen Rong facepalmed.
His finger scrolled down. Below were comments like “I’m fainting from shipping this,” “Wen Rong Shi Ye 99 (stay together forever),” and so on. Some people had even written short fanfictions.
In this enthusiastic atmosphere, a feeling of joy suddenly sprouted in Wen Rong’s heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift.
Pfft.
Wen Rong laughed out loud, his shoulders trembling.
“Brother.”
[Hmm?]
He asked with a smile, “Am I a little bit fickle?”
[Hmm… huh?]
“I thought about kissing Shi Ye just now, and my heart beat so fast.”
[Anyone would have a physiological reaction to kissing.]
“And seeing those comments on BlueBook, I’m also very happy. Just like when I discovered I liked the Senior.”
[…]
The System understood. The Host wanted to form a big family with Shi Ye and Leon again.
Logically speaking, liking two people simultaneously was indeed fickle, but it didn’t matter. The System would spoil him.
[This is normal. Because they both treat you very well. It would be strange if you didn’t like them; you’d be like a white-eyed wolf.]
Wen Rong was stunned. “R-really?”
[Of course it’s true. They treat you well, and you treat them well; that’s enough. If they forbid you from playing with the other… for example, if Shi Ye forbids you from being with Leon, you just… just…]
“I just won’t cut ties with the Senior.”
[Mm!]
[That would be Shi Ye being petty; it has nothing to do with you. You can be with whoever you want to be with. If he can’t accept it, he can withdraw himself.]
“I think Shi Ye wouldn’t make such a request. Because Shi Ye and the Senior are good friends who grew up together.”
[…Mm.]
“Besides, the most important thing right now is to earn points from Lin Jinghang and work hard on my career. I shouldn’t be dating,” Wen Rong reminded himself once again.
[Mm!] The System raised both hands in approval.
Having thoroughly calmed down, Wen Rong turned his attention back to his original plan of looking up flight guides.
The clock ticked forward, notch by notch, and the activity on the tennis court didn’t cease.
The night wind blew past another tennis match that belonged solely to Shi Ye and Zhou Xie, carrying the intense fragrance of flowers along the street and falling into a scene of neon lights and indulgence.
Lin Jinghang stepped out of a Maserati amidst envious gazes, a black-clad bodyguard by his side.
The pretty girls who came to the nightclub were regulars. They had seen grand entrances, but never one quite like his, and they began guessing his background.
“I saw him drinking with Young Master Zhao a few days ago. Maybe he’s a friend of Young Master Zhao.”
Zhao Zeyang, the sole heir to the Federation’s largest media company, had been hailed as a tennis genius since childhood. Although that title had changed owners… it didn’t matter. As long as the Zhao family stood, Young Master Zhao remained the highest-status person in this nightclub. Connecting with him meant walking unhindered in District 1.
“He’s really handsome.”
“He’s a bit cool, kind of like Shi Ye.”
“Could it actually be Shi Ye?”
“How could Shi Ye come to a nightclub? Isn’t he afraid Wen Rong would dump him?”
“Hahaha, you ship them too?”
“Who doesn’t ship them? Standing together, they are a perfect match. And that princess carry—it killed me with sweetness.”
“I’m more niche; I ship Wen Rong and Zhou Xie. Wen Rong in women’s clothing was dead gorgeous.”
“Ship them all, ship them all. Did you see the leaked photos? Wen Rong and Zhou Xie sitting together during the match looked so compatible.”
“A god-tier artist drew fan art of the three of them. It looks huge.”
“Where? Where? Let me see.”
While the girls chatted excitedly, they suddenly heard the waiter at the nightclub entrance say, “I’m sorry, Young Master Zhao said the club will no longer host you.”
The girls froze, forgetting about the fan art, and turned to look.
Lin Jinghang was flustered and exasperated. “You listen to him?! Do you know who my uncle is?”
The waiter looked troubled. “Um… Sir, should I call our manager?”
“Call your boss. What right does a lousy manager have to talk to me—” He paused, then Lin Jinghang smiled unexpectedly. “Never mind. I wish you happy operations.”
…
BOOM—
A loud explosion rang out, fire suddenly erupting, and thick smoke enveloped the news cameras.
“Viewers, we interrupt with urgent news. Last night, an explosion occurred in District 1, causing multiple persons to go missing—”
“Turn it off.”
Receiving the order, the maid quickly turned off the TV.
Lin Jinghang sat on the recliner on the balcony, savoring a twenty-year-old Cognac.
Life in the apocalypse was too bitter; alcohol was a scarcity. But he loved alcohol the most. Alcohol could numb the brain, making it temporarily forget the painful life destined to end in the mouths of zombies.
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