The Foolish Bookworm of the Aristocratic Boys’ School chapter 109.4

Part 4

[Lin Jinghang is indeed too rotten. I heard that all the matters for the Federal University Student Tennis League were handled by others; he didn’t manage a thing.]

[The Tennis League can still rely on Shi Ye. After all, he’s a world champion, and as the club president, he hasn’t let the members miss training. The main point is the upcoming Federal University Debate Competition. Last year we barely won. This year with Lin Jinghang leading the team, high probability we lose.]

[Tsk, is the number one myth of Floriman Academy coming to an end?]

[I don’t agree!!!!]

Wen Rong’s intention was to guide everyone to feel annoyed with Lin Jinghang. He didn’t expect the conversation to drift to the debate competition.

He hadn’t heard of these competitions, but last time he ate with Zhou Xie, he heard him say that Floriman Academy’s reputation was earned through research and winning competitions.

Did the Student Council President have to lead the team?

He took a screenshot of the text and sent it to Zhou Xie: [What does this debate competition mean? Do I have to lead the team in the future too? I don’t know how to debate.]

Zhou Xie: [You haven’t even become the Student Council President yet and you’re thinking about this?]

Wen Rong replied self-righteously: [One must always consider the future. Otherwise, when problems suddenly arise, I won’t know how to handle them.]

[No need to worry about this. You have talent in debate.]

[Huh?]

[If you have the energy to join the debate team, I guarantee Floriman Academy will take the championship for the next seven years.]

Wen Rong was a little embarrassed by the praise: [So I have talent in this area.]

[Yeah. As soon as you open your mouth on stage, the opposition will be so angry they’ll try to hit you.]

Zhou Xie continued typing: [Hitting people disqualifies the whole team’s score. You play a match, trigger a team. Play a match, trigger a team. In the end, there won’t even be a runner-up or third place. Floriman Academy will be the only team to win the championship.]

Wen Rong heard the teasing in his tone, but he was actually amused.

He suspected the person on the other end wasn’t Zhou Xie.

Since when was Zhou Xie this humorous?

Zhou Xie: [? Still there?]

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Zhou Xie: [Before ending the chat, I have a question I want to ask you.]

Two messages popped up in succession. Only then did Wen Rong realize he hadn’t replied to Zhou Xie for a while.

Wen Rong hurriedly typed: [What is it?]

Zhou Xie: [Does Lin Jinghang really like you?]

Wen Rong: [I don’t know, but everyone says so. He probably thinks so too.]

Zhou Xie: [If he likes you, he’ll have scruples. That’s a good thing.]

Wen Rong: [Thank you for coming over to help today.]

Zhou Xie: [I insisted on following Shi Ye there.]

When he was stopped by Lin Jinghang, Wen Rong messaged Shi Ye. Because Zhou Xie had sought out Shi Ye last time Wang Sichen visited, he thought using Shi Ye was the best way to deal with Lin Jinghang.

He didn’t expect Shi Ye to come with Zhou Xie.

It was also a coincidence. The person in the Student Council handling the Tennis League was Zhou Xie. When his message went through, Zhou Xie was at the tennis courts chatting with Shi Ye about the competition.

Actually, they hadn’t coordinated beforehand, but they tacitly worked together to “put a hat” on Lin Jinghang (label him).

Wen Rong typed again: [Also about what Shi Ye said. I thought he was going to say I kissed him too. I didn’t expect him to say you. I’m very sorry.]

Zhou Xie: [?]

Wen Rong: [?]

Zhou Xie: [Shi Ye wouldn’t say something that would make people misunderstand you as being promiscuous.]

Wen Rong thought about it and realized it was true. Zhou Xie actually understood Shi Ye so well.

But he quickly realized Zhou Xie was speaking up for Shi Ye.

Wen Rong couldn’t help but exclaim: [You guys have such a good relationship.]

Zhou Xie: […]

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Zhou Xie: [Can you pretend that I was the one who got on my knees and begged you at the mall that day?]

The moment Wen Rong read the words, his throat hurt, choking on his saliva.

Zhou Xie: [I can make up for the kneeling.]

Wen Rong lifted his hand, his fingertips trembling. He couldn’t type a word for a long time.

Finally, he couldn’t help asking the System, “Brother, he… why is he so scary?”

The System indicated that as an AI, how would it know what a human was thinking?

But the System felt its Host’s attitude was weird too.

You’re the one being bullied! Why are you chatting with the person who bullied you, and getting embarrassed by him?

【Host, he did something very excessive. You should righteously accuse him, not be made awkward by him.】

“What if he really kneels in front of me? I feel like I won’t be able to face President Zhou even after I die.”

Wen Rong swallowed. “On the day of the incident, President Zhou and his secretary were protecting me, and even pulled me up from the edge of the corridor bridge.”

【…】

[It seems a kneel performed after the fact doesn’t have much meaning.]

Fortunately, Zhou Xie sent another message.

Wen Rong let out a breath and carefully typed: [Mn.]

Zhou Xie: [There’s plenty of time in the future.]

Wen Rong didn’t reply anymore.

But he stood up from his chair and circled the room several times. After calming down a bit, he felt he should reply, otherwise it would be impolite.

[Mn.]

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Could the conversation end now? He just said that was the “last” thing.

Zhou Xie: [There are three things I need to tell you.]

Wen Rong: …

Wen Rong: [What things?]

[First, that girl is currently undergoing treatment in the hospital. The situation isn’t optimistic, but I’ve already sent a team of experts I know over there. They’ll arrive tonight.]

[Second, I’ve arranged for a police officer I know to join the investigation team for the orphanage accident. I’ll notify you if there’s new news. Don’t look at the news.]

[Last thing, the online public opinion has been handled. Regarding returning to the orphanage, I used your preparation for the Federal University Student Tennis League as an excuse to decline. I also found some marketing accounts to shift the wind. You can check Blue Book. If there’s anything you’re dissatisfied with, tell me.]

This really deserved a thank you.

Wen Rong sent his thanks to Zhou Xie, closed Black Pigeon, and opened Blue Book. Just as he wanted to search for the current online opinion of himself and the orphanage accident as Zhou Xie suggested, he was startled by the “999+” notifications at the bottom of Blue Book.

He hadn’t checked Blue Book for a long time; there were so many messages.

He clicked on the messages and found that they were mostly netizens expressing their love and expectations through private messages.

Wen Rong replied to them one by one with thanks, wishing them well in return.

Besides that, some messages were quite interesting—study materials for exams.

The senders would cutely say, “Sorry, I want to use your chat window to store some exam materials.”

Wen Rong was clearing these messages when, following the order, he clicked on a profile with a cute kitten avatar.

[Hello Wen Rong, I am also a child from the orphanage. After seeing the news, I felt very grieved about what happened at the orphanage, but I’m very busy with work and can’t go back. I have some money. Could you help me bring it over when you go back?]

Wen Rong paused, confirming the paragraph again and again.

Wen Rong: [You aren’t going back?]

[Are you Wen Rong himself?]

[Yes I am, hello.]

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[That’s great! Thank you so much for replying to my message. I came from the same orphanage as you, but I left quite early, so you might not know me.]

The kitten avatar said again: [I have some money. I want to donate part of it to the orphanage, and give the other part to a child. Can you help me pass it on?]

Wen Rong understood. The other party mainly wanted to give money to a child, which was why they specifically sought him out.

But he didn’t want to go back to the orphanage either. It seemed he would have to fail the other party’s expectations.

Wen Rong couldn’t bear to reject them directly. His mouse clicked randomly, opening the user’s homepage.

Blue Book was a social app for many to record their lives. This person was the same, having posted many notes on Blue Book:

[Sexual orientation is male, but psychologically can’t accept men, physiologically can’t accept women. I am a desperate straight woman.]

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