Part 2
Wen Rong thanked Zhou Xie and returned to the dorm. He took out a pen and organized the things Zhou Xie gave him into his own planner.
—Wang Sichen
When he saw these three characters (words), he paused. The pen tip rested on the notebook, leaving a distinct ink blot.
Sitting quietly for a long time, Wen Rong called out to the system: “Brother.”
【I am here.】
“Tomorrow I will be sitting in the same classroom as Lin Jinghang.”
“After the post went out, he didn’t even reply. It seems everyone’s adulation has left him no time to pay attention to me for now.”
【…】 Host, why do you sound so excited?
Tap tap.
Wen Rong tapped the pen twice; the pen’s shadow shook on the notebook.
“Maybe the previous events made him adapt, so that level of posting wasn’t enough to anger him.”
【Host, be cautious. He has a lot of points, and a biological uncle who is about to become President.】
“I will act cautiously.”
…
Early morning, sunlight flooded through the curtains.
Wen Rong opened his eyes and saw the tree at the dormitory entrance had sprouted. Green, tinged with a bit of yellow, tender as if water could be pinched out of it.
Starting from when Lin Jinghang came to school, the weather had been abnormally sunny, completely contradicting the data derived by experts on the weather forecast.
So without even guessing, Lin Jinghang must have exchanged 30 points for all this.
“Hoo—”
Sunlight drilled into every cell. His fair face filled out, blooming with a brilliant smile.
Shimmering dark patterns emerged on the black uniform, flowing silently and slowly. Like water hanging on his shoulder, it poured down, gathering on the armband printed with the Floriman Academy emblem.
When Wen Rong opened the door, he happened to see the boy living opposite. Maintaining his smile, he took the initiative to speak: “Good morning.”
“…”
“!”
The boy was greatly shocked.
Wen Rong ignored his reaction and turned to go downstairs, actively greeting everyone he met.
He had entered the Student Council now. Wearing this armband inexplicably gave birth to a kind of professional responsibility to be “kind and gentle at all times.”
Walking down the dormitory steps, before he could greet the students entering the door, a sun landing on the ground forced his eyelashes to flutter rapidly up and down.
It took Wen Rong two seconds to see clearly. A vintage car was parked at the main gate. The body was entirely black, the surface having a glass-like texture. When the sun shone on it, it reflected light like a mirror.
The front window rolled down. Zhou Xie turned his face sideways. The light flooding in made his eyeglass lenses shine just like the car.
Wen Rong keenly noticed that Zhou Xie had changed his black-rimmed glasses to rimless ones similar to his own. His temperament had become much milder, not as gloomy as before.
“Taking you to the classroom,” Zhou Xie said.
“You’re here quite early.” Wen Rong lamented, then was surprised. “Why are you here so early?”
“The whole school knows that you go to the cafeteria to eat noodles around 5 AM every morning.”
“Ah?”
“Get in.”
Zhou Xie didn’t intend to tell Wen Rong that in countless private group chats, there were updates on his movements every moment.
The people in the school seemed to have reached a consensus: share all information about Wen Rong.
From visual estimation of height and weight, to what time he went to the cafeteria in the morning, to what he ate today. Even exchanging a sentence or two with him—the person spoken to would brag in the group.
Not a word was spoken on the drive.
Entering the cafeteria, Zhou Xie picked a spot with no one around. However, by the time he came back with items, the adjacent seats were full of people.
When Wen Rong looked up, those gazes would shift away. When Wen Rong looked down to eat noodles, those gazes would stick back on him.
Zhou Xie: “…”
He thought the kind of liking Shi Ye and Leon had was crazy, but he didn’t expect these people to be even more possessed.
“Did you read the things I gave you?” Zhou Xie made casual conversation.
“I did. Starting today, I will study everything according to what’s written.”
“If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.”
“Okay.”
“Are you free on the weekend?”
Wen Rong: “Hm?”
“Last time you said you wanted to eat my cooking.”
“…Can we call Senior Leon and Shi Ye then?”
Zhou Xie paused for a moment, then nodded. “En.”
He added, “Eat quickly.”
Wen Rong sped up his noodle shoveling. Ten minutes later, the two returned to the car.
Before starting the car, Zhou Xie saw a group of people at the cafeteria window gazing with longing. He couldn’t help but tease, “They kept stealing glances at you.”
He thought Wen Rong would be nervous or awkward, just like that day when he said he kissed two people in one night. Zhou Xie even turned sideways, ready to admire his embarrassed look.
But Wen Rong’s eyes curved, and he said mysteriously, “TV dramas always act it out like this.”
“Everyone looking at the female lead?”
“When the male lead gets jealous, he tells the female lead: that guy keeps looking at you.”
Zhou Xie’s pupils suddenly constricted.
“It’s my first time hearing this kind of line. Feels quite wonderful… Shi Ye never said this to me.”
“…”
Stunned for a moment, Zhou Xie realized the implication. He hastily turned his face away to change the subject. “Do you know about ‘Class Downfall’?”
“…”
His thumb pressed against the steering wheel, twitching. He couldn’t help but continue asking, “Haven’t you heard of it?”
Whirrr—
The window rolled down. A gust of wind blew from Wen Rong’s side, gently brushing his hair, his brows jet black.
Zhou Xie glimpsed the contented, beautiful face out of the corner of his eye. The back of his hand felt scalded by the sun coming in, and he shrank back abruptly.
“Senior Leon told me that being expelled from Floriman Academy means facing class downfall,” Wen Rong finally answered.
“But Zhao Zeyang didn’t seem to be affected.”
“That is the most terrifying part of class downfall.”
“It only reveals itself when it is impossible to remedy.”
Zhou Xie continued speaking to mask the inexplicable emotions. “Now we are at a widely known standard node for class downfall: the change of President.”
“Many people have already started taking sides out of fear of class downfall. Fathers side with Wang Sichen, sons side with Lin Jinghang.”
Wen Rong: “I can tell. Many people on the forum are flattering Lin Jinghang.”
“Leon’s family power is stable, no need to worry. What I want to tell you about is Shi Ye.”
Zhou Xie’s breathing steadied completely as he calmly analyzed for Wen Rong. “Shi Changyuan has long been in contact with Wang Sichen. Shi Ye went back late; now the majority of the Shi family is controlled by Shi Changyuan. If Shi Ye wants to compete against Shi Jing, he must form a marriage alliance.”
Wen Rong responded indifferently: “En.”
“There have been many rumors recently about Shi Ye getting married.”
“I looked at the data you gave me last night. Currently, all major powers maintain their status through marriage alliances.”
“If the rumors are true, what will you do then?”
“I want to run for Student Council President.”
?
Was there any relationship between the two?
Zhou Xie was stunned at first, then twitched his mouth speechlessly. “I’m asking how you view the matter of Shi Ye’s marriage alliance.”
“My answer is very clear. Compared to Shi Ye’s marriage alliance, running for Student Council President is more important.”
Wen Rong turned his head. His shallow eyes held not a single ripple. The sunlight shone on his face, making his skin translucent and white like jade.
Thump, thump.
Zhou Xie’s heart beat violently twice. In a certain moment, a surging feeling rushed to his brain.
He liked this answer.
Whether Shi Ye married or not wasn’t important; what was important was that Wen Rong wanted to become the Student Council President.
This was the most direct way to break the current deadlock, and also the thing he hoped for deep down after reaching an agreement with Leon.
Zhou Xie discovered that when standing on the same front as Wen Rong, Wen Rong really was a perfect “partner,” or rather—leader.
Zhou Xie suppressed the corners of his mouth and the surge in his heart. “Lin Jinghang becoming President is an appointment, not an election.”
“Think of a way. Isn’t this your power?”
Zhou Xie suddenly remembered dragging Wen Rong to the Student Council classroom before the tennis open to teach him about power: You don’t need to rack your brains for winding schemes; you just need to open your mouth, and the problem is solved.
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