Chapter 5
The man in the suit maintained his gentlemanly appearance and continued walking forward, as if the conversation just now had never happened.
A meter away, the reporter took every step with caution. She felt like she was stepping on springs, as if the ground was trying its best to “bounce” her away.
Finally arriving at the villa entrance, the students’ playground had shifted from the lawn to the road leading to the main gate.
The moment the man in the suit entered the gate, the students all turned around, stopped their horseplay, and respectfully made way.
The reporter knew that there were only two types of teachers at Floriman Academy: those who joined the school after passing assessments by the Principal and the Board of Directors, and those who were invited by the school to join without examination after demonstrating outstanding achievements in their industry.
Clearly, Shi Ye was the man in the suit’s achievement. This achievement not only allowed him to enter this world-class institution but also gained him the respect of these aristocratic students.
The reporter had her own judgment in mind: if a coach who rose to power by borrowing someone else’s influence was this arrogant, the person himself probably wouldn’t be easy to get along with.
The first floor of the villa was as she expected, sparsely furnished with uncommon equipment. The reporter didn’t know what they were for, but she recognized the wrenches, pliers, and screws mixed in among them, as well as a red Ferrari that looked like it had been modified.
On the other side, a square platform protruded, with corner posts installed at the four corners and ropes as thick as arms wrapped around several times—it was a boxing ring.
Modifying cars and boxing—it looked full of personality at a glance.
“Where is that loser?”
The reporter recognized Shi Ye’s voice.
From the source of the voice, a chain hung from the ceiling, suspending a huge sandbag below.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Shi Ye was hitting the sandbag shirtless.
His muscles swelled and heated up all over his body, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin.
The reporter thought to herself, worthy of being an athlete. His impressive height of over 1.9 meters had amazing proportions, with long arms and legs, comparable to a model.
“Ahem.” The man in the suit covered his mouth with his hand and coughed twice to attract attention.
Shi Ye stopped, his brows tightly knitted when he looked back, carrying an air of hostility.
But his gaze quickly shifted from the man in the suit to the reporter. That trace of hostility was instantly suppressed. He turned around silently, grabbed a black tank top from the rack, and put it on quickly.
“What is it?”
Man in the suit: “VO‘s reporter would like to interview you.”
“Didn’t I already do an interview?”
The reporter volunteered, “I wanted to interview Young Master Shi alone. I wonder if it’s convenient.”
“Just call me Shi Ye.”
The reporter pulled the corner of her mouth. “Is it convenient for Mr. Shi?”
“Sorry, my studies are quite busy, I can’t spare the time. Wang Xijie, take the reporter for a meal and send her home.” After giving his instructions, Shi Ye paid them no further mind, turning his head to ask Qi Yuan beside him, “Leon didn’t come either?”
“Senior Leon is taking the freshmen to tour the campus this morning… but he said he has already found a school worker willing to sell underwear.”
Shi Ye furrowed his brows again. “School worker?”
Qi Yuan coughed lightly twice, switching to a lazy, frivolous tone, “Senior Leon said: Not interested in watching someone wash underwear. I’ll find a school worker to deliver a pair of underwear to you. Don’t be too anxious, he doesn’t have a car, it’ll probably take half an hour to walk there.“
“…” Shi Ye was silent for a moment. “What about that loser? When are you bringing him over?”
Qi Yuan’s expression changed slightly. “Not in the dorm. The others are looking for him.”
Forty minutes ago
Wen Rong’s mental state was tense after encountering the grey-haired throat-locking man in the morning. Entering the cafeteria and seeing a group of people in sportswear inside, he didn’t dare go further in. He asked the lady at the door for something hot, took it out, and hid while eating it.
Originally intending to ask the System where the library was, he received a message in the group chat on his phone. Senior Leon asked all freshmen to assemble downstairs at the dormitory building; he was going to take everyone to tour the campus this morning.
Wen Rong returned downstairs to the dormitory, standing stiffly by the door like a guard.
“Hey, you.”
As soon as he heard the voice, he immediately leaned his body towards the dormitory building’s main gate, preparing to run.
But the person calling him was standing right at the dormitory building’s main gate.
This was the first time Wen Rong carefully looked at the Floriman Academy uniform. It resembled a suit, made of deep black wool fabric, with peak lapels and six gold double-breasted buttons on the chest, the buttons engraved with the Floriman Academy emblem.
It was a very good-looking outfit, making the figure look long and lean, reminding Wen Rong of the mannequins in mall display cabinets.
Wen Rong didn’t dare look up at the other person’s face. His gaze lowered slightly, looking at the nameplate on the left chest.
The text was very long: Leon von Löwenstein.
His heart instantly filled with joy.
The other person spoke first: “School worker?”
“No—” While retorting, Wen Rong inadvertently looked up and was instantly rendered speechless.
A live foreigner! Blond hair, blue eyes, looking exactly like the foreigners he saw on TV.
So good-looking!
[Leon von Löwenstein, one of the F4. His family has been in the precision instrument manufacturing business for generations.]
[Tell him you are not a school worker.]
The System’s reminder pulled Wen Rong back from the shock of seeing a foreigner for the first time.
“He is F4. If he knows I am the Special Recruit, will he bully me?”
[He will know sooner or later.]
All the bad memories from yesterday and today flooded his brain. Wen Rong couldn’t think about the future; he just wanted to avoid the difficulty in front of him immediately and instantly.
So he disobeyed the System, nodding hesitantly with a small movement.
“Do you sell underwear?”
“What?”
“Your underwear, do you sell it?”
Wen Rong’s face instantly turned pale, and he took a large step back in panic.
Leon yawned lazily and explained slowly, “I’m not a pervert. A pervert asked me to find him a pair of used underwear. Sell me your underwear, ten thousand RMB.”
Wen Rong couldn’t understand how underwear and ten thousand yuan could be equated. “Are you a scammer?”
“What scammer only scams ten thousand?”
“…”
“Selling or not?”
Money was falling from the sky! Falling on him, this destitute person.
Ten thousand yuan could buy a lot of things. At least he wouldn’t have to go find that grey-haired throat-locking man to ask for his underwear back.
But, could used underwear really be sold?
Wen Rong’s wavering didn’t last long. The fear of being hooked by the neck by a thick arm flooded his heart again, and he shivered all over.
He definitely didn’t dare go find the grey-haired throat-locking man to ask for underwear.
So he nodded. “Please wait for me here for a few minutes, I’ll bring it to you right away.”
“Are you an idiot? I just said I’m not a pervert, I don’t take other people’s underwear.” Leon methodically took out a small notebook from his pants pocket, then pulled out a pen. “I’ll add another 10,000 for you. Deliver this pair of underwear to the villa next to the tennis court.”
“But I still need to go with you—”
“50,000?” He stopped writing, the pen tip tapping on the small notebook.
“5… 50,000?!”
Rip.
Leon tore off the written paper and handed it to Wen Rong. “Take this paper to the bank at the school gate to exchange for money. I’ll pay you twenty-five thousand first, ask the person collecting the underwear for the remaining twenty-five thousand.”
The note’s content was formal: ¥25,000.00 (Twenty-Five Thousand Yuan Only), Leon von Löwenstein.
No matter how Wen Rong looked at it, it felt unreliable. He asked the System internally: “Gege, can I really get money with this?”
[You can.]
Wen Rong trusted the System absolutely, so he nodded. “Okay, Senior.”
He took off running.
It was still early. If he ran there and ran back, he should be able to catch up with Senior Leon to tour the campus.
When he set off, Wen Rong was still naive, not knowing how big an aristocratic academy gathering countless heirs could be.
After running for twenty minutes and still not seeing the tennis court, Wen Rong’s legs went soft. He couldn’t help but ask, “Huff, huff, why haven’t I arrived after running for so long?”
[Because your running speed is no different from other people’s walking speed. At current speed, you can arrive in 10 minutes.]
He ran to the roadside and took out his phone to check the time. “I won’t make it to tour the school with the Senior.”
“Did I make a mistake? I shouldn’t have sold my underwear…”
[Only a bastard wouldn’t earn money when he can, not to mention you are a pauper.]
Right, he was a pauper.
The guilt in Wen Rong’s heart lightened a lot. He put away his phone and ran towards the tennis court even more vigorously.
[Arrived. Do you see this big villa in front?]
Saw it!
[This is the place.]
Wen Rong ran in towards the twenty-five thousand without hesitation.
[Wait—]
The System always had a calm AI voice, but this shout seemed to have the volume turned up to the max. Wen Rong could unexpectedly feel the urgency in it.
But he couldn’t react in time at all.
The moment his legs stepped into the villa gate, the crowd of people all turned their heads.
Like the final tide crashing down head-on, shattering the clamor and returning it to a terrifying deathly silence.
“…”
“…”
“…”
[Task 2 Accepted] The System’s voice returned to normal.
[Task Process: Shi Ye, who holds a grudge over the underwear incident, decides to make you wash his underwear in public.]
[Task Objective: Wash underwear for Shi Ye.]
[Host, you have triggered a task.]
…………
Am I… am I this unlucky?
Wen Rong turned to run, but a “black high wall” had been built up at the main gate at some point.
Countless hands reached out from the wall and pushed on his shoulders, causing Wen Rong to retreat again and again.
Suddenly, one of those countless hands exerted immense strength. Wen Rong was forced to turn half a circle, catching a glimpse of terrifying grey in the chaos.
He was unsettled, having run all the way and his legs were weak. That hand with extraordinary strength pushed hard on his back. His left foot stepped on his rear foot, and smack—he fell to the ground.
Knees hit the ground first, making a terrible sound.
Wen Rong felt like he was being torn apart. His throat uncontrollably let out a violent sob, and he instinctively hugged his knees, curling into a ball.
“No way? Fell just like that?”
“Hey, giving you face? Falling to the ground to stage an accident with just a light push, are you going to hire a lawyer to sue me? Can you afford—”
“All of you, scram!”
A roar suddenly resounded through the villa, and the surroundings fell into deathly silence again.
Shi Ye wiped his face, turning his head to order the butler: “Clear the people out, call the doctor over now.”
From his angle, he could just see Wen Rong’s ghastly pale face. Tears and cold sweat were mixed together, eyes and mouth squeezed shut tightly, hurting to death.
Shi Ye admitted he wanted this loser to taste what it was like to hold someone else’s underwear, but that didn’t mean he wanted him to get injured.
Shi Ye crossed his arms. “Can you stand up?”
The loser nodded vigorously like a puppy, pushing off the ground with both hands to stand up.
Shi Ye was quite surprised.
This loser always hunched his back, burying his head extremely low. He hugged his head on the ground as soon as they met, clearly a coward, but now that he was injured, he didn’t lie on the ground crying and whining.
Since he was injured, he wouldn’t be punished to wash underwear in public. After everyone left, he would be made to go to the laundry room and scrub it by hand.
Wait a minute—
Shi Ye realized a very serious problem: Why hadn’t the school worker Leon found arrived yet?
If the school worker didn’t come, where would he find used underwear?
He couldn’t possibly throw his own to the loser to wash, could he? What right did a loser have to touch his underwear.
Shi Ye grabbed a bottle of water from the table in irritation. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that the other students hadn’t moved, his eyes slanted over. “Not scrambling yet?”
Everyone turned and ran outside.
At this moment, the top of the loser’s head slowly floated up.
The small face under the heavy bangs was both white and red, the area around his eyes glistening with tears.
Trembling, he cupped a package from his pants pocket with both hands.
“T-This is used underwear. Senior Leon said people in the villa want to buy it. He paid a deposit of twenty-five thousand, twenty-five thousand balance remaining.”
“Do I… do I ask you for it?”
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