The Foolish Bookworm of the Aristocratic Boys’ School chapter 109.2

Part 2

The wheels forcibly locked on the ground, the tires skidding two or three meters. Lin Jinghang wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and his head slammed violently onto the steering wheel.

Fuck.

Lin Jinghang rubbed his forehead and looked back. The figure from earlier had already turned into the library entrance.

He had lived a second life; what was the point of soaking in the library every day?

Lin Jinghang couldn’t understand Wen Rong at all.

Logically speaking, they were both transmigrators, and he was the protagonist. Shouldn’t a normal person seek him out to team up and live a life of luxury for the rest of their days?

And for some reason, he suddenly really cared about what Wen Rong had said, especially the part about them wearing the exact same clothes when they met on the train.

It was too coincidental. Coincidental to the point that Lin Jinghang suspected it wasn’t a coincidence.

But was Wen Rong really the person he was looking for?

Lin Jinghang leaned the back of his head against the headrest, a feeling completely beyond his comprehension rising in his heart.

—So what if Wen Rong really was that person?

It was a subtle feeling. Perhaps Wen Rong was right; he had forgotten his purpose in coming to this world, and he had forgotten the person he was supposed to find.

And he felt absolutely no guilt.

It was as if he hadn’t wanted to find that person in the first place, and was just paying lip service.

If he wasn’t looking for that person, then why did he say those things?

His brain fell into brief chaos. Scenes of him saying those words to others a long time ago flashed before his eyes, and his head throbbed with pain again.

Lin Jinghang rubbed his temples, opened the door, and got out of the car. As the sunlight hit him, he walked into the library as if possessed.

Libraries were the most abundant thing at Floriman Academy—alumni donations, government donations, rich merchants donating for no reason, and so on. But the library in front of him was the largest. It was almost a teaching building, eleven stories high. After passing through the facial recognition security check, long tables filled the space on the left and right.

Such a large place far exceeded the space needed by the entire student body of Floriman Academy, so there was almost one student per row, not crowded at all.

Lin Jinghang spotted Wen Rong sitting by the window at a glance.

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His footsteps unconsciously lightened. He leaned behind a bookshelf, observing quietly through the gap.

The weather was very good today—or rather, ever since he came to Floriman Academy, he had made the weather here always good.

Golden sunlight sprinkled on the table. The wood seemed to be burning, fiery specks of light overflowing.

The air conditioning in the library was just right, but Lin Jinghang felt it was hot there. Wen Rong, sitting beside the sunlight studying, also seemed intense, like a flower growing under the sun.

How could he be so brilliant?

Lin Jinghang had pretty much forgotten his life before transmigration. After all, surviving in the apocalypse was the most important thing; all his attention had been focused on how to stay alive.

But seeing Wen Rong study, a feeling of envy, or perhaps nostalgia, suddenly arose.

He reached out and touched a piece of literature belonging to this world on the shelf. The title was unfamiliar, but it had a magical power attracting him to flip through it.

He needed to find a place to sit down.

Lin Jinghang walked out from the bookshelf with the book and strode toward Wen Rong.

The sound of footsteps was too obvious in the empty, quiet hall. Wen Rong stopped writing first, then looked up, evident confusion on his face.

Lin Jinghang lowered his head and sat opposite him.

“…”

In his field of vision, Wen Rong didn’t pick up his pen again. Lin Jinghang immediately felt uncomfortable and asked back, “What, is the school your family’s? Can I not sit here?”

“…”

Receiving no response, Lin Jinghang looked up anxiously to speak again, only to find that Wen Rong had already picked up his pen and lowered his head to study, appearing to have “allowed” him to sit here.

But he didn’t answer.

Lin Jinghang felt a fire in his belly for no reason. He reached out and violently snatched Wen Rong’s book away. “Say something, damn it.”

The sunlight spread silently. Wen Rong lifted his face again. His eyelashes held up bright golden spots of light, and a pair of light-colored eyes looked at him through the lenses. “Do you really want me to talk to you?”

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As if he were begging him to speak.

Lin Jinghang froze, then raged, “Who the fuck wants to talk to you?”

“You.”

“I don’t.”

“Don’t be unaware of what you’re doing. You are an adult.”

Better not to have spoken.

Lin Jinghang slammed the table and stood up. “I—”

“This is a library. Don’t be so loud.”

At Wen Rong’s reminder, Lin Jinghang looked around and found that everyone was looking over.

The center of the hall was empty, with guardrails on floors one through eleven. At this moment, the guardrails were stacked high with heads sticking out to watch the commotion.

Lin Jinghang never cared how others looked at him. To him, these people were just NPCs in a novel, unimportant.

And Wen Rong didn’t seem to care either, only lowering his head to tap a few times on his shattered phone screen.

Lin Jinghang sneered. “Your phone is smashed like that, don’t you have money to replace it?”

“It broke while I was kissing Zhou Xie. It has sentimental value, so I don’t really want to replace it.”

Lin Jinghang’s pupils constricted abruptly. He instantly thought of the “offense” mentioned when the two chatted that day. At the time, Wen Rong still wouldn’t forgive Zhou Xie. Only a few days had passed, and Wen Rong was already cherishing memories?

“You… you’re so cheap. A little coaxing and you’re happy to… do that with him.”

“It depends on the person.” A pause. “You definitely couldn’t.”

“I—”

“Hey—”

Before he could finish, a hand suddenly appeared at Lin Jinghang’s mouth, cutting off the voice that was too loud for the library.

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His shoulder felt heavy, and Lin Jinghang’s body fell uncontrollably. The back of his head was quickly and forcefully pressed down. With a thud, his face smashed into the sun-warmed wood.

“Why are you sitting here reading again? Reading in the sun is bad for your eyes.”

Shi Ye snatched the book from Lin Jinghang’s hand and handed it to Wen Rong.

Wen Rong: “Thanks.”

“No need to be polite with me.”

“You got here fast.”

“The tennis courts are close. I ran over in a few steps.”

The two chatted as if no one else was there, treating him like he didn’t matter.

Lin Jinghang finally realized his dignity was being trampled on the ground. Furious, he propped his hands on the table corner to struggle, but was pinned down motionless by immense strength. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw other students watching from afar. He gritted his teeth. “You fucking—you dare to hit me.”

The arm extending from the summer sportswear was hard and muscular, pinning Lin Jinghang’s head down like iron.

Shi Ye asked Wen Rong in a relaxed tone, “Did I hit anyone?”

Wen Rong: “No.”

Lin Jinghang blinked in disbelief and exhaled a breath through his mouth. “You just wait. I’ll give you a Yellow Card. And you—Wen Rong!”

Wen Rong: “Can I still be penalized? I forgot if my Red Card was cleared. Shi Ye, do you remember?”

“Can’t remember clearly. Anyway, the school won’t expel you, so it doesn’t matter if it’s cleared or not.”

Lin Jinghang tried hard to shift the direction of his face, lifting his eyelids to look at Wen Rong. “I’ll release the news about you guys assaulting the Student Council President. Do you think so many people will still support you then?”

Wen Rong said calmly, “I don’t know how others will view this matter. Why don’t you try?”

Just then, Lin Jinghang felt another person arrive beside him. Unknown to him, they pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Is the Red Card on me still there?” Wen Rong asked the person.

A cold voice drifted out. “Forgot. I’m not the Student Council President now.”

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It was Zhou Xie.

As President Zhou’s son, Zhou Xie was the second person Lin Jinghang wanted to target. Being controlled like this now, immense humiliation almost drowned him. His voice turned vicious: “Let go of me. If you don’t let go, I’ll kill you both.”

Zhou Xie: “The one not letting go is Shi Ye. Don’t get the wrong person.”

Shi Ye: “Yeah, it’s me. You probably can’t beat me in a fight, so you might as well go complain directly to your uncle.”

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