Chapter 6
“Coach Wang, is it a common hobby for Floriman Academy students to buy underwear worn by Special Recruits?”
Upon leaving the villa, the reporter curled her lips into a smirk, deliberately questioning the ashen-faced Wang Xijie.
Wang Xijie: “…”
Reporter: “Rest assured, I will keep this matter confidential.”
“…”
“Thank you, Coach Wang, for introducing me to such a genius. He really is a… pervert beyond the imagination of an ordinary person like me.”
Wang Xijie suppressed his anger. “I’ll drive you back.”
“I appreciate Coach Wang’s kindness, but I have a date tonight, so it wouldn’t be convenient to leave with you.”
The reporter waved at Wang Xijie, then marched steadily forward in her high heels, leaving him in the dust.
Because the scene of “demanding the balance payment” was too awkward—comparable to the earlier incident of clutching the underwear—people began to slip away toward the door.
The first one went out, the second followed, then the third…
Wen Rong hunched his back, preparing to slip out with them, when Shi Ye gritted his teeth and growled low from behind, “You dare run?”
Wen Rong froze in place.
The double doors slammed shut mercilessly right in front of him.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Wen Rong was so terrified he forgot the doors were closed. He surged forward on his limping leg, slamming his forehead directly into the wood.
Bang.
“Hey, you—”
The voice sounded almost right next to his ear. He instinctively curled up on the ground as a tactical retreat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Fuck!
What did I even do?
The bandage wrapped around Shi Ye’s hand was pulled taut as his hand shook, reaching toward Wen Rong on the ground. His fist ultimately hovered over the back of the boy’s head.
Seeing the guy curled into a tiny ball looked too pitiful. Bullying such a coward made Shi Ye feel like a wimp himself.
So, he retracted his hand and rubbed his hair irritably. “Get up! If people see this, they’ll think I did something to you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“I said get up! Why do you shrink to the ground the moment you see me?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Is the floor your mom or something? You love it that much.”
The pale weakling on the floor gave a violent shudder but remained motionless.
Shi Ye exploded, “I told you to get up!”
“I don’t have a mom.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
The air went silent.
The furrow between Shi Ye’s brows deepened even more than a few minutes ago.
“Young Master, the doctor is here,” the butler said, breaking the silence.
Shi Ye wiped a hand over his face. “Tell him to get the equipment ready upstairs and wait for me.”
After speaking, he shoved both hands into his pockets, intending to head up first and let the butler bring Wen Rong up. But when he looked down, he saw Wen Rong lying prone, his butt sticking up.
He was such a thin, small person. Both hands were busy protecting his head, leaving no hands free to pull down his shirt that had ridden up. His lower back exposed a strip of flesh, white as jade, but marred by a red indentation left by the elastic band of his jeans after wearing them too long.
Realizing what he was staring at, Shi Ye hastily looked away and kicked the loser’s butt. “Hey. Have the doctor look at your knees before you go.”
The loser carefully shifted his butt to the other side. “N-No need.”
“You must! You were pushed down on my turf. If you end up crippled and have to saw off your leg for a prosthetic, everyone will say I caused it. Wouldn’t I be unjustly accused? There was a reporter here just now; don’t you know reporters love to write nonsense about this stuff?”
A mosquito-like voice: “Just give me the twenty-five thousand.”
Shi Ye choked.
Anger surged again. “If you dare mention that twenty-five thousand one more time—”
“Heh. Underwear. Underwear!”
Shi Ye’s expression contorted unpredictably. He sucked in a breath several times to speak, but seeing the loser shivering on the ground with his butt in the air, he could only helplessly punch the air.
After dawdling until the butler announced the doctor was ready, Shi Ye rubbed his face vigorously, turned around, and half-squatted with hands on his knees. “Get on. I’ll carry you up.”
“I won’t—”
Shi Ye cut him off. “Shut up! Do whatever I tell you to do. Get on.”
“…”
“Hurry up.”
“…Can I walk by myself?”
Shi Ye hated wishy-washy people the most. The fierce fire burning in his chest vented through his nose in sharp breaths, his volume rising: “Get—On—”
Wen Rong lowered his head: “@#%$.”
“What did you say? Louder.”
Mosquito voice: “I didn’t %$.”
Shi Ye had to lean his ear closer. “What did you say?”
Wen Rong leaned back awkwardly to dodge. He clenched his fists tight and continued to buzz: “I’m not wearing underwear.”
Shi Ye’s breathing stopped.
Buzzing: “Senior Leon said he wanted to buy used underwear, so I took it off… I didn’t mean to. I only have two pairs of underwear. You took the other one away.”
“…”
“You didn’t give it back.”
Wen Rong’s throat felt sticky, making his voice sound thick and gooey, like he was about to cry.
Shi Ye: “…”
Shi Ye: Fuck!
Why does this loser make things so awkward every single time?
It’s just a pair of underwear. Just underwear! How long is he going to keep harping on about this?
Did I take that underwear on purpose? If he had just said earlier that it was worn, I wouldn’t have touched it if my life depended on it!
Wait, does anyone really only rotate between two pairs of underwear?
He straightened up, looking back, his gaze landing precisely on Wen Rong’s shirt. The white T-shirt, worn for too long, had a layer of pilling on the surface. The texture looked rough and hard, and the collar was warped like a winding rally track.
Moreover, this white T-shirt was so old that it was too short even on someone as short as Wen Rong. It didn’t even cover the zipper of his jeans. After years of wear and tear, the zipper teeth were uneven and jagged.
And behind that zipper… was empty.
Empty…
Doesn’t it hurt to be scraped by those deformed zipper teeth?!
Thank god this coward had the self-awareness not to climb up. Otherwise, if he had pressed that emptiness against my back, that image…
Fuck!
How does someone dare run around completely commando?
Fuck!
My back almost got dirty.
“Young Master, I had someone bring a stretcher.”
The butler’s timely interjection allowed Shi Ye to momentarily control his emotions.
Shi Ye pressed a hand to his forehead and took a deep breath. “Carry him up.”
He was starting to lose track of why he was targeting this loser.
Clearly, he was the one constantly having bad luck.
And the loser didn’t even have… a mom.
Shi Ye stood there and let out a “Tsk,” rakeing his fingers back through his hair, flipping his bangs back entirely.
His grey hair looked like a wheat field ravaged by a typhoon, sticking up in every direction.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, freshmen in uniforms were passing by the tennis court, led by a senior.
A connection suddenly sparked in Shi Ye’s brain.
Why wasn’t that loser with the freshmen?
“Young Master, Young Master Leon is on the phone.”
Shi Ye stopped thinking, grabbed the phone, and immediately cursed, “Look at the mess you made!”
The voice on the other end was lazy. “Alright, I’m calling to ask for my person. Has the Special Recruit finished washing the underwear? If he’s done, release him quickly. I need to take the little fools of the first year to tour the prison.”
“Don’t mention underwear!”
“Such a short fuse. Is it that you can’t stand seeing someone wash underwear for a school worker?” Leon yawned. “So the reporter from the news was right. You weren’t picking on him because you were angry he saved your dad’s mistress and illegitimate child; you were coveting his butt.”
“Bullshit! Why would I covet a guy’s butt?” Shi Ye nearly jumped. “You actually dared to say that was a school worker?!”
“Hiss—so the one who made you angry wasn’t the Special Recruit? Did the school worker not arrive? Morality is truly dead; even I got scammed.”
Shi Ye’s tongue trembled. “The school worker you found is the Special Recruit.”
“Impossible. He wasn’t wearing a uniform.”
“Who the hell knows why he wasn’t wearing one.”
Shi Ye let out a breath. The anger he had held in all morning finally seemed to find a legitimate outlet. Just as he was preparing to curse a few more times, the person on the other end yawned.
“Since it’s come to this, there’s still a balance of twenty-five thousand. Remember to pay him.”
The call ended.
Beep—Beep—
Shi Ye: Fuck!
He punched the air hard twice, dialed Leon back, and roared as soon as it connected: “Take him away, now!”
“That won’t do. What if the newspaper writes that we both have our eyes on the same butt?”
Shi Ye punched the wall. “Are you coming or not—”
“Coming, coming.”
Second Floor
The doctor left after examining Wen Rong’s legs, leaving Wen Rong sitting obediently in place. His two thin, pale arms braced tightly against his knees, the softness of the sofa amplifying his body’s trembling.
“Gege, w-what should I do? That grey-haired guy seems really angry. Will he beat me to death?”
[So far, Shi Ye has not used violence against the Host. He likely won’t in the future either.]
Wen Rong secretly accused, “He kicked my butt yesterday, and he choke-held me today.”
Slow footsteps approached from behind.
Wen Rong turned around in terror, unexpectedly seeing blond hair. He stood up hurriedly. “H-Hello, Senior.”
Senior Leon was one of the F4; he was a bit afraid of him. His gaze slowly, slowly shifted to the floor.
“Why aren’t you wearing your uniform?”
“I’m sorry, I only bought it this morning. It hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Even so, when I asked you, you should have…” Leon paused, then let out a breath. “Forget it. One look and I can tell you’re a little fool standing out in a flock of fools. Can’t have high expectations for you. Follow me, I’ll take you to tour the campus.”
Wen Rong was shocked. “Tour the campus?”
“Yes, your Senior is just such a conscientious and good person. As the Assistant for the class, I must ensure every freshman understands the campus.” Leon turned to go downstairs. “Grab your things and follow me.”
“Are w-w-we leaving straight away?”
“If we don’t go, do you want to stay for dinner?”
He was overjoyed.
For Wen Rong right now, leaving the villa safely was the greatest blessing imaginable.
Like someone who had successfully escaped a zombie horde in the apocalypse, Wen Rong hunched over and descended the stairs with cautious joy. Confirming that the grey-haired guy wasn’t nearby, he dashed to the door as if fleeing for his life.
The moment his gaze touched the red sports car, the image of the grey-haired, muscle-bound, throat-locking guy popped into his brain. His hands instinctively grabbed backward, seized something, and he desperately tried to drag his body back into hiding.
Bump.
A heavy yet slight collision sounded in the air.
Wen Rong’s glasses slid down, hanging over his mouth like a mask.
He hurriedly reached up to adjust them when a sudden chill hit the back of his neck, causing his shoulders to shoot up in fright.
“Junior, you look like an adulterer sneaking around.”
Hearing Senior Leon’s voice, Wen Rong’s brain, which had been screaming “Help!”, suddenly calmed down.
Thank goodness it wasn’t that grey-haired cool guy.
“S-Sorry.”
“Why do you love saying sorry so much?”
“I…” Wen Rong couldn’t answer.
“Forget it.” Leon released him and walked straight to the red sports car.
Leon was very tall. The car body only reached his thigh; he had to bend down to reach the passenger door handle.
The door opened, rotating upward toward the sky.
Wen Rong stood dumbfounded.
“What are you staring at? Come here.”
Can I… can I sit in this car?
Originally, his body had been frozen with shock, but hearing footsteps behind him, he didn’t dare think about anything else. He rushed into the car like the wind, his body leaning away from the villa, his face absolutely not daring to look in that direction.
Thud—
The door closed, and Senior Leon walked to the driver’s seat.
“Keys.”
A low, terrifying voice came from the distance.
“Ideally, an obedient Junior would bring the keys to his Senior right now,” Leon said, but he raised his hand anyway.
Shi Ye stood sideways, one leg stepped back half a pace. He raised his right hand high, his left hand making a preparatory “toss” motion.
In the next second, he sprang up from the ground. The red object left his hand, tracing a parabola in the air.
The metal surface reflected the sunlight, flashing past Wen Rong’s eyes.
Wen Rong blinked in discomfort, accidentally catching a glimpse of a line flowing from the ribs into the drawstring sweatpants—a line connecting to defined blocks of muscle, like the terraced fields on the mountain behind the orphanage.
Snap.
The keys landed precisely in Senior Leon’s hand.
Wen Rong looked down at his own belly.
He felt very inferior.
“What are you daydreaming about?”
Senior Leon sat in the driver’s seat.
Wen Rong shook his head in inferiority.
Vroom—
The sports car started, and the wind lifted his bangs.
“Junior, over here is our school’s New Tennis Club. It’s a great place to enjoy the sweat and competition of youth. You can join the New Tennis Club later to exercise with peers your age. Remember, the New Tennis Club.”
Wen Rong opened his mouth, getting a mouthful of wind. “O-Okay, Senior.”
Next to the villa was a stretch of lawn connected to a lake. The lake water was calm, illuminated by the sunlight like a bronze mirror.
Past the villa appeared a Gothic-style church. The architecture was slender and tall, the walls black and grey, looking as if drawn with charcoal.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Wen Rong wouldn’t believe such things existed in the real world.
Further away, there were endless cornfields, flocks of sheep… The Senior said those were maintained by students studying agriculture. In Floriman Academy, every industry had a place.
An hour later, the car stopped downstairs at the dormitory.
The sunlight was even more blinding than in the morning, making the grey-brown ground shine as bright as the lake.
Leon only realized Wen Rong hadn’t gotten out when the top of his head felt hot from the sun. He turned around, intending to ask the fool what he was dazing out for, only to see the little fool with his chin raised high, staring intently at something.
From this angle, his profile was delicate and elegant, clean and very obedient.
“Senior! Why aren’t we moving?”
And still very dull.
Leon added in his heart.
He raised a hand and gently flicked Wen Rong’s forehead. “You’re at your dorm.”
The dull face showed a dull expression. A moment later, he quickly hopped out of the car. “S-Sorry, Senior.”
A few seconds later, he bowed in a panic. “Thank you, Senior, for the campus tour!”
Leon waved his hand. “Alright, alright, go rest.”
This campus tour made Wen Rong as happy as if he had gone on a vacation.
This was the first time in his life he had gone sightseeing.
He saw so many, so many wonderful things.
And beautiful scenery.
The comfortable wind still lingered in his body. The bag in his hand swung back and forth. With one leg hopping a 1.8-meter stride and the other taking a 1.7-meter step, he couldn’t help but hum “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
He was starting to like this school a little. He wanted to study hard here!
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