Chapter 4
Black Pigeon Anonymous Forum
As soon as the homepage opened, two bright red “Hot” tags were floating there.
[Shi Ye has founded a new Tennis Club. No threshold, no requirements, beginners welcome.]
[Tennis Club Recruitment. Members will be organized for a unified internship at GMI Entertainment during the third term.]
GMI Entertainment is a subsidiary of GMI International Group dedicated to celebrity economic activities. Sports stars in industries like soccer, tennis, basketball, and golf almost all cooperate with this company.
Judging by the number of replies, the fame of “Shi Ye” was neck and neck with “GMI”.
Soon, a post titled “Unspeakable, You Know What I Mean” was pushed to the number one spot, pressing both “Shi Ye” and “GMI” underneath it.
Main Post: [A certain world-ranking number one club president smelled the Special Recruit’s underwear in public! And said it was fragrant]
2nd Floor: [So a certain person has this kind of hobby in private.]
3rd Floor: [From now on, people in the new Tennis Club will have to sniff each other’s underwear.]
Many people clicked to read, but aside from these few sarcastic anonymous accounts constantly bumping the post, no one dared to speak up.
Until the account wearing the fixed ID of “Shi Ye” jumped out: [I’m a piece of trash, but I play tennis better than you.]
It was like releasing a signal; finally, others dared to reply:
[Hahahaha, a certain old flame was being passive-aggressive and insinuating things, only to get ult-ed right in the face by the main body.]
[A certain old flame: You said everything, what am I supposed to say?]
[A certain old flame really hates him, making up such ridiculous things.]
[Is it possible this is true?]
[WTF?]
[Saw it with my own eyes, absolutely true. I was in the front row sightseeing spot. The Special Recruit stuck his butt out for our new president as soon as they met.]
[Explosive! Is our boys’ school going to produce a forbidden romance between a campus male god and a special recruit, just like the girls’ school next door?]
Shi Ye: [Absolutely impossible]
The next morning, five o’clock.
Wen Rong got up, washed up, and prepared to go out.
He was very experienced in avoiding beatings. He would squat at the cafeteria entrance in the morning reciting books, go in as soon as the doors opened, finish eating within 5 minutes, then go to the entrance of the faculty building to continue reciting books. He would only rush upstairs into the classroom when the first class bell rang. This way, he could basically guarantee not getting beaten from morning until the end of evening self-study.
Although this school was different from his previous ones, the formula could still be applied. He could go to the library! Read some books before formal classes started and prepare in advance.
[Order Uniform]
“Almost forgot about this. Luckily you reminded me, thank you, Gege.”
Wen Rong quickly spent a huge sum of 500,000 on Black Pigeon to buy the uniform.
When he opened the door again, he suddenly thought: now that the uniform is bought, and yesterday’s dirty clothes were dried with the help of the dryer, calculating carefully, although yesterday wasn’t very pleasant, he hadn’t really lost anything.
The life ahead involved living alone, three meals included, studying hard—in the future, he could not only get scholarships but also a doctoral degree and a good job.
Very perfect!
He coaxed himself into happiness, skipping downstairs. But when the cold wind blew on his face, the bright corners of his mouth drooped again.
The realistic problem was: he currently only had one pair of underwear.
He didn’t know if that cool guy from yesterday could return the underwear to him.
Better not ask for it; it had been grabbed and squeezed hard in his hand.
But how to buy new underwear? Wen Rong was currently penniless.
While letting his imagination run wild, he walked out of the dormitory gate hunched over, his shallow shadow stretching long on the ground.
Walking slowly, he looked left and right, getting closer and closer to the roadside bushes.
“Hey—”
At the slightest movement, Wen Rong buried his head and drilled into the bushes.
The back of his neck heated up; someone had picked him up first.
Wen Rong was forced to stand on tiptoe. He only caught a blurry glimpse of the other person’s grey hair and immediately closed his eyes, shouting, “I’m sorry!”
Shi Ye: “…”
The features on the small pale face were squeezed together like a bun, and the eyes were shut tight—even a crowbar might not be able to pry them open.
Shi Ye opened his mouth to curse “coward,” but saw the Special Recruit’s tightly pursed lips. Because of a long lack of water intake, the pale pink lips had formed a slightly hard crust. As soon as he pursed his mouth, small cracks appeared, and traces of blood seeped out.
Too wretched.
He suddenly felt it was pointless. Spending time on a piece of trash like this, who could be lifted with one hand and couldn’t even eat much rice, was less worthwhile than playing a match.
Shi Ye let go. “Scram.”
The trembling body flopped onto the ground.
Shi Ye couldn’t help but sneer. So stupid, couldn’t even stand steadily.
He turned his head to continue his morning run.
“Um…”
Shi Ye was curious about what guts this cowardly Special Recruit had to call out to him. He stopped and looked back. “What?”
The Special Recruit climbed up from the ground and hesitated before speaking: “Can… can my underwear be returned to me?”
“?”
“It’s just the underwear…”
Shi Ye: “…”
He froze on the spot, his sharp gaze gradually losing focus, just like his brain at this moment—a blank sheet.
It was as if that awkward scene from yesterday afternoon was happening again—the not-so-soft fabric rubbing against his palm, a sensation of pain, leaving behind a weird fragrance that seven or eight types of hand soap couldn’t remove.
Upset and irritable, he could only fall onto the bed attempting to sleep it off. But just as he was about to fall asleep, his hand accidentally touched his face, and he was woken up directly by the scent.
He had to press his hand under the pillow to physically isolate it. However, when he opened his eyes in the early morning, the first breath he took was full of that fragrance.
This culprit still dared to mention the underwear. He actually dared to mention it!
“I-I’m sorry. I… I…” Seeing the situation wasn’t right, Wen Rong scrambled up from the ground and tried to run towards the dormitory building.
Shi Ye had long legs. He caught up in two or three steps, extended a long arm, hooked him by the neck, and scooped the person back. “Is sorry useful?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
The short and cowardly Special Recruit was also a “white cut chicken” [pale weakling]. His skin was ghastly pale, the area around his eyes was red anytime and anywhere, and he only knew how to cry.
Shi Ye threw the person aside. “Crying at the drop of a hat. Annoying or not?”
“What do you want a worn pair of underwear for? Can’t you buy new ones yourself?”
“No, don’t you throw away underwear after wearing it? Why are you still carrying it on you?”
“I… I…”
“Fidgeting and mumbling. Are you a born stutterer or is your brain sick?”
Wen Rong flattened his mouth, not daring to speak.
Shi Ye: “Speak.”
“…”
“What kind of look is that? I didn’t take your underwear on purpose. I’m not a pervert.”
“…”
“F***! Say something—”
Wen Rong’s small pale face was taut. He opened his mouth several times, and finally, unable to bear it any longer: “You just robbed my underwear and won’t give it back!”
But such momentum lasted less than two seconds before he immediately hunched his shoulders again, bowing his head. “I-I’m sorry.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Shi Ye: “…”
Forget it.
No point tangling with a loser.
Besides, this white cut chicken kept talking about underwear. If someone saw them, who knows what rumors would spread on the Black Pigeon forum again.
Shi Ye turned and walked away.
Before he had taken a few steps, the wind blew, and the faint fragrance rushed into his nose again.
He couldn’t help but lift his hand to his nose. Indeed, it was even stronger.
A nameless fire surged up.
That loser did it on purpose! If he had said from the beginning that the underwear had been worn, Shi Ye would never have touched it.
The precious young master had thrown away his underwear after wearing it for the past ten-plus years; he hadn’t even touched his own dirty underwear. The thought that he had squeezed someone else’s used underwear in public, and couldn’t even get rid of the smell now, spawned a crazy idea in his heart.
He wanted that coward to kneel and wipe his hands until the smell was gone.
No, just wiping hands was letting the loser off too easy. He had to make him wash his underwear—it had to be used underwear.
However, when the young master, having finished his mental preparation, turned around—there was nothing behind him. The short, wimpy loser had run off to who knows where, disappearing without a trace.
Heh, dared to run?
Shi Ye pulled the corner of his mouth, touched his phone, and dialed a number.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Come in.”
Click.
A fashionably dressed female reporter pushed the door open and handed an exquisite box to the man in the suit inside the office. “Hello, I am a reporter from VO, here to deliver the September issue.”
The man in the suit took the box and opened it—special paint found in no-man’s-land at the cost of millions was smeared on the cover, perfectly imitating the sunlight at the moment Shi Ye lifted the trophy.
The man in the suit squinted his eyes at the shimmer.
Time seemed to rewind a few months. 17-year-old Shi Ye won the championship at the Tennis Open, his points jumping to world number one, becoming the global center of attention as a tennis genius.
“Just mailing it would have been fine; no need to make a special trip.”
“Actually, I also came to visit Floriman Academy under the pretext of delivering the magazine to you.”
The man in the suit didn’t respond. The reporter continued, “I heard the academy built a super-luxury tennis court specifically before Shi Ye enrolled. I wonder if there’s a chance to see what the tennis genius looks like when training.”
The man in the suit still didn’t answer. His cold gaze pressured the reporter, making her wonder if her request was too presumptuous.
But as a reporter, one must have the spirit to actively strive for things at all times.
The reporter thought for a moment and changed the angle. “I heard Shi Ye is also very talented in mathematics. News reports say Floriman Academy has a Special Recruit this year with exceptional talent in mathematics. I wonder if the two will become friends.”
“Special Recruit, huh…” The man in the suit pulled a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth. “Follow me.”
The man in the suit stood up, motioned for the reporter to open the office door, and led the way out.
The two walked together through the corridor of this office building.
While waiting for the elevator, they could see a distinctively modern four-story building in the distance.
Students wearing black uniforms were walking into the villa or playing in the yard. Servants stood in a neat row, ready to await orders at any time.
The mocking voice of the man in the suit drifted into her ears. “Guess, does the Special Recruit have the qualification to enter there?”
The reporter frowned slightly.
“Shi Ye participated in the Open only because of two of Floriman Academy’s school rules. First: students must live in school dormitories and are not allowed to bring outsiders into the school. Second: the school will fully support talented and gifted students, providing any resources the student needs.”
“The school provided a piece of land to Shi Ye. A small half was used to build the tennis court, and the other large half was used to build that villa. The butler and servants all entered the academy legitimately under the name of the training team.”
Reporter: “Does this go against the original intention of the school rules?”
“People who have the power to utilize rules don’t ask such stupid questions.”
The reporter forced a smile. “You are right, I’ve learned something.”
“So, can you see it? You are just like that Special Recruit, merely taking a cursory glance at this academy. You cannot become a real student here, and neither will that Special Recruit.”
The reporter struggled to maintain her smile. “…”
“Let alone becoming friends with a genius like Shi Ye.”
The man in the suit continued, “Reporter, would you be friends with a retard?”
The reporter’s smile froze on her face.
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