Part 3
“Sorry.” He apologized first, then turned back and whispered to Shi Ye, “Then be safe when you return to school. I’m going back to my room.”
“Wait—” Shi Ye called out anxiously to stop Wen Rong. “Don’t mind Zhou Xie. He’s neurotic; he takes issue even with people breathing.”
Wen Rong turned back to explain, “I’ve finished saying what I needed to say anyway.”
Shi Ye: “…”
Zhou Xie leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.
If Wen Rong looked carefully right now, he would probably see a distinct bruise on Zhou Xie’s left eye.
Shi Ye’s eyes darted around like an hourglass. He said anxiously to Wen Rong, “I have something I want to say to you alone.”
Wen Rong: “What is it?”
Shi Ye’s gaze drifted toward Zhou Xie. “He can’t hear it. Come in.”
Zhou Xie scoffed, mouthing the word “Childish,” which only Shi Ye could see.
But the laugh was audible, and Wen Rong was attracted to look back.
Bam—
He only saw Zhou Xie’s room door shut tight, followed by the clicking sound of the lock engaging.
Wen Rong: “…”
Weird.
Wen Rong said, “He’s gone. Say what you need to say.”
Shi Ye: “…”
“What is it?”
“…”
Wen Rong keenly sensed Shi Ye’s tendency to be awkward and quickly took control of the conversation. “If you don’t say it, I’m going back to my room.”
“Don’t—”
Shi Ye anxiously opened the door to pull him. Just as Wen Rong was about to be a bit firmer and tell Shi Ye to finish talking quickly, he caught a glimpse of a bruise the size of a fingernail on Shi Ye’s cheekbone.
“What happened to your face?” Wen Rong was shocked.
Shi Ye quickly stepped back, wanting to close the door. But the moment the door was closing, he thought of something, opened it again, and said pitifully, ” beaten by Zhou Xie.”
“So you can’t beat Zhou Xie?” Wen Rong was even more surprised.
Fck!*
“I can beat him! It’s because…” Shi Ye’s brain expanded rapidly, flipping three times to come up with a reason that wouldn’t damage his image. “It’s because Zhou Xie is too sinister, and I went easy on him for the sake of us growing up together. I just didn’t expect him to actually try to kill me. I’m truly in despair.”
“Why did you two fight?”
“…” His high-speed brain stalled.
He couldn’t possibly tell Wen Rong the truth: Zhou Xie saw that he and Leon liked Wen Rong and wanted to join in the fun.
What did they take Wen Rong for?! A trophy?
In the silence, Wen Rong fortunately changed the subject. “Is only your face injured?”
“Yeah.”
Shi Ye forcibly pursed his lips, making faces, trying to get Wen Rong to notice the fingernail-sized bruise, and whimpered, “It hurts so much.”
“…”
“It really hurts.”
Wen Rong pointed blankly at the wall. “It probably hurt more when you punched the wall.”
Shi Ye: “…”
It’s over.
My macho image is too stable; I can’t be a Green Tea.
“I remember you still have to go back and anger your fa…”
“Shi, Shi…”
Wen Rong stammered for a while, not knowing how to accurately describe Shi Ye’s father.
Shi Ye reminded him: “That scumbag.”
“Right, that scumbag. Seeing you injured, he might be very happy.”
“Do you want me to help you treat it?”
Shi Ye looked blankly. “Huh?”
“You were squirming and not speaking for so long just now; didn’t you want me to help you?”
Shi Ye: “?”
Wen Rong smiled. “Next time, just say it directly. I’ll help you.”
“!!”
What “10-Day Crash Course in Being a Green Tea”? I’m deleting it later.
He suddenly felt this punch to the face was truly worth it.
Although two-thirds of the friends he grew up with had dirty hearts, the person he liked was the best and most considerate!
Shi Ye followed Wen Rong downstairs happily and sat obediently by the sofa, fantasizing about Wen Rong thoughtfully applying medicine for him while thinking about how to show off to Zhou Xie.
Suddenly, a wet, cold sensation fixed onto half his face.
Wen Rong: “Hold it yourself. Apply ice for a while.”
Shi Ye raised his hand blankly to take the ice wrapped in a towel from Wen Rong, asking in shock, “No medicine?”
“Don’t be squeamish. It’s just a small bruise; the ice will disperse it in a while.”
Shi Ye: “…”
Wen Rong loves me, but not much.
…
During lunch, Wen Rong saw the same miserable state on Zhou Xie’s face. Guessing that these two had quarreled over something last night, he felt it wasn’t his place as an outsider to intervene, so he ate silently with his head down.
Zhou Xie saw Shi Ye happily hugging a rolled-up towel while eating and thought he must be mentally ill. The next second, Shi Ye looked at Wen Rong with eyes as sweet as a young couple just falling in love. Zhou Xie seemed to understand something.
Oh, Wen Rong saw Shi Ye was injured and found something for him to apply ice with.
Wasn’t my eye swollen by Shi Ye too?
Zhou Xie pulled at his lower lip, opened his mouth to speak, but then felt there was no need.
Yesterday’s cooperation was an accident; Wen Rong tormenting him was the norm.
Besides, there were calming patches specifically for removing bruises. Only Shi Ye would treat an old-fashioned towel like a treasure.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Zhou Xie drank his porridge, his spoon poking the bottom of the bowl rhythmically.
Lunch ended in an eerie silence.
There were many examples online of people missing flights, and changing tickets cost a lot of money, so Wen Rong didn’t linger. He put on his backpack and went straight to the airport.
Unfortunately, even wearing black-framed glasses, he was recognized and mobbed right from the entrance.
Luckily, First Class had a dedicated channel. After passing security, fewer people surrounded him, and there were even fewer in the lounge. Wen Rong sat down smoothly.
14:00.
It was exactly when the sun was directly overhead. The air was sultry, and the shadows of buildings were tiny, insufficient to shade passersby.
When Zhou Wendong arrived at the airport, he saw more people gathered at the main entrance than usual.
He didn’t use the main entrance, so it didn’t affect him, but he was inevitably curious. “Which big star is returning to District 1 today?”
His secretary typed on the keyboard to inquire and got the answer a few seconds later. “It’s Wen Rong.”
Since he had just reported to Zhou Wendong yesterday about Zhou Xie helping Wen Rong get seats, the secretary didn’t introduce Wen Rong too much, only mentioning events from yesterday to today. “The video of his interview with Shi Ye yesterday caused heated discussions online. His popularity expanded further, and many people have become his fans.”
The secretary wanted to introduce the public’s current evaluation of Wen Rong, but Zhou Wendong waved his hand, signaling the secretary to stop.
The secretary couldn’t help adding, “There are also rumors online that he’s dating Zhou Xie.”
“Dating?”
“Yes.”
“That must be a rumor spread online.”
Zhou Wendong knew his son. If he were really dating Wen Rong, his son wouldn’t have let Wen Rong fly alone.
Because it was dangerous.
But considering how happy he was last night, he definitely had some interest in Wen Rong.
Out of selfishness, Zhou Wendong instructed his secretary, “Check when his flight is. If there’s a lot of spare time, invite him to the lounge to chat with me.”
Secretary: “Received.”
“Make sure to ask for his opinion first.”
“Understood.”
After getting out of the car, the secretary went to find Wen Rong as arranged. Zhou Wendong messaged his son.
[Do you know who I met at the airport?]
Zhou Xie: [A fishing friend?]
Zhou Wendong mocked his son for not being sharp at all. How could he not know Wen Rong was at the airport?
Looking at it this way, his son would have to put in a lot of effort to catch up to him.
[A bit dense.]
[I met Wen Rong.]
[I happen to be going to the Floriman Academy area too. I’ll take him with me.]
Zhou Xie replied instantly: [Don’t talk nonsense to him.]
Zhou Wendong rarely saw his son anxious and couldn’t help asking: [Afraid I’ll tell him you like him?]
[I don’t like him.]
Zhou Wendong laughed: [I do know Shi Ye likes him. You’ve loved competing with Shi Ye since childhood because your tastes are always identical.]
Zhou Xie didn’t reply.
Zhou Wendong heard a ringtone behind him.
Turning around, he saw the secretary bringing Wen Rong in.
Wen Rong carried the innocent temperament unique to an 18-year-old. His gestures were well-behaved, like a good child.
Because his phone made a noise, the good child nervously pressed the side volume button hard and apologized, “I’m sorry.”
“No need to be nervous.” Zhou Wendong comforted the kid and asked, “Is that Zhou Xie calling you?”
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