Chapter 18
The boy’s face turned from livid to terrified. “Brother… Brother Shi.”
Shi Ye nodded, even though he was a few years younger than the boy.
This innate composure was as if he were standing atop a golden tower; no matter who stood next to him, he was always a head taller, forcing them to look up when speaking to him.
He didn’t even need to speak; others would automatically wonder what he was thinking and what they could do to make him happy.
“Why has Brother Shi come to the Administration Building personally? Is there anything I can do?”
Shi Ye’s sharp, imposing eyes darted to the side, and with quick hands, he hooked onto Wen Rong, who was preparing to flee.
“Don’t you have something to say to the Senior?”
“…”
Shi Ye hooked him closer and gave him a shake. “Speak.”
“…”
Wen Rong’s cheeks puffed up and then deflated as he spoke slowly, “I didn’t issue a Good Person Card.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
A smile appeared on the lips of the boy in the white tracksuit, but sensing the cold gaze upon him, he quickly retracted it.
Shi Ye raised a brow high. “You really didn’t?”
“I really didn’t.”
Wen Rong placed his hand on the hard arm imprisoning him. While trying to pry it open, he tried hard to convince himself that using 1 point right now wasn’t worth it.
Controlling his emotions, but unable to pry open the controlling hand, he asked weakly, “Can you let go of me? I still have something to say.”
“Say it like this.”
“…”
Wen Rong compromised. Maintaining this bizarre posture, he said to the boy, “I’m sorry. I mistook you for someone else just now. It was my fault.”
The arm around him suddenly tightened. Wen Rong nearly couldn’t breathe. He tilted his head back forcefully to find an angle slightly more comfortable than his current one and spoke with difficulty:
“But I think you people from the Tennis Club aren’t very nice, so I didn’t issue you a Good Person Card.”
“…”
“…”
“It’s better if you don’t be friends with me.”
After speaking, Wen Rong tilted his head back to breathe, completely unaware that the atmosphere had fallen into silence.
It wasn’t until a whistle sounded in the corridor that Shi Ye bit his lip and let out a muffled laugh.
Wen Rong: “?”
Shi Ye: “Ha, do you even know what a Good Person Card is?”
Encountering another blind spot in his knowledge, Wen Rong’s honest instinct forced him to admit with shame, “I… I don’t know. Doesn’t it mean a card for a good person?”
The boy in the white tracksuit shuddered all over. “You—”
No matter how dull Wen Rong was, he realized he had made someone angry and didn’t dare speak.
“You!”
Wen Rong: “…”
“Talking to you is giving you face, yet you dare! Dare… Don’t you regret this!”
The boy roared and stomped downstairs in resentment.
As if to demonstrate his anger through his footsteps, the floor thumped loudly.
The sound grew more distant, and occasionally the wind blew through the wide corridor.
“Hahahaha.”
Shi Ye completely erupted, leaning back while hooking Wen Rong, almost causing them both to topple over.
Wen Rong chanted silently in his heart: If you don’t like it, say it out loud, I still have 1 point, If I fall, Shi Ye will be my cushion… Just as he was drumming up enough courage, Shi Ye unexpectedly let go of him.
His flare of courage was extinguished by a chaotic punch. Wen Rong stood flustered against the wall, his hands behind his back for support.
He started thinking about a new problem: Why was Shi Ye here?
No, that question wasn’t important.
The most important thing was how to escape now.
If he ran, he would definitely be hooked back. Shi Ye must be the reincarnation of Black and White Impermanence; he was so fast and loved hooking people’s souls.
Last time he could run because Shi Ye wanted him to curse “Fuck.” Did he have to curse “Fuck” again this time?
Why was he so weird? Who asks others to curse at them?
“Punch me.”
“?”
Wen Rong’s brain short-circuited.
This time he didn’t want to be cursed at; he switched to being hit?!
“Didn’t you knock Zhao Zeryang out with one punch? Try punching me with that same force.”
“Huh?”
This request was truly too strange, causing intense stimulation to Wen Rong. He looked up rarely, his eyes full of confusion as he gazed at Shi Ye.
His pink lips parted slightly, and through the narrow gap, a warm tongue could be seen, suspended uncomfortably between his upper and lower jaw.
Shi Ye remembered the dirty talk many people on the forum were spouting.
—Want to pick him up and kiss him.
With Wen Rong’s physique, he was clearly the type who couldn’t move once lightly restrained. Pin him against the wall, onto the bed, or even against a mirror; he couldn’t resist even if he wanted to. He could only take the kisses, get kissed everywhere, his face covered in saliva.
A pure virgin who hadn’t even dated—just imagining the feeling of “controlling” him made the adrenaline soar, completely feeding the desire for control inside a young body.
Wen Rong: “Are you sick?”
Shi Ye snapped back to reality, inexplicably feeling the embarrassment of being “found out.” He raised his voice to cover it up. “Cut the crap. I told you to punch me, let me taste your power.”
Wait, what am I saying?
Taste what?
Shi Ye couldn’t stand himself saying such ambiguous and romantic words. He averted his gaze and added in a fluster, “Or else I’ll beat you.”
“…”
“Hurry up and do it.”
“…”
Why isn’t he talking? I didn’t scare him into crying, did I?
Shi Ye forced his gaze back.
The wall of the Administration Building was only painted with a single coat; it wasn’t smooth. White on top, red on the bottom, with a jagged dividing line.
In the air, countless small question marks formed a human silhouette.
Thump, thump, thump.
A sound ringing only in his brain reminded him that Wen Rong, who was standing here seconds ago, was gone.
Two meters away, Wen Rong was facing him, his feet carefully shuffling backward toward the other direction of the corridor.
“Stand still—”
Wen Rong immediately froze like he was playing Red Light, Green Light, his legs maintaining a mid-stride posture.
Shi Ye’s breath hitched inexplicably.
What are you doing? Being so obedient.
The “desire for control” he fantasized about seconds ago materialized in this moment. He didn’t even need to physically restrain those thin little arms; just giving an order, just opening his mouth, he could control him…
Just then, a soft, cotton-like fist landed on the tip of his nose, interrupting his flights of fancy.
Lips pressed against delicate skin that wasn’t his own. A light pressure, knuckles briefly prying open his mouth, and a mouthful of sweet scent poured into his throat—so sweet and rich it filled his entire brain. Shi Ye started to get dizzy.
Thump, thump, thump.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
His ears were filled with the sound of his heart beating.
He didn’t know what to do. His Adam’s apple rolled, saliva moistening his dry throat. “You…”
Wen Rong quickly retracted his hand. “Um, I did what you said. Can I go now? I still have things to do, I can’t be late.”
“Mmn…”
Wen Rong turned around to run, walked a few steps, then turned back, enunciating slowly, “I thought about it, and felt I should still speak what’s in my heart.”
“Mmn…”
“Don’t grab my neck anymore. It’s very uncomfortable.”
Shi Ye covered the lower half of his face, his ear cartilage burning. “Mmn.”
“Also, can you not make me hit you next time? Although you are very annoying, you didn’t hit me. I don’t want to hit people for no reason; that is bullying.”
“Mmn…”
“T-Then I’ll go first.”
“Mmn.”
Wen Rong faced him just like before, walking backward.
Only after walking several meters and realizing Shi Ye was rooted to the spot did he dare turn around and bolt.
Shi Ye leaned back against the wall. Waves of cold seeped through his skin, taking away the heat and dizziness from his body.
He didn’t know how much time passed before he finally realized his phone was ringing. Leon’s name was displayed in the center of the screen.
“Hello…”
“Little bastard, why did it take so long to answer Senior’s phone?”
“Mmn…”
“What’s wrong with you? Just woke up? That’s not your style.”
“Just woke up.” Shi Ye’s brain operated sluggishly.
“Wake up. Because the Tennis Club stopped recruitment and there was no result between you two, Zhou Xie wants to reorganize the vote.”
“Oh…”
“And it’s anonymous.”
“Mmn.”
“Do you have a fever?”
“No.”
Leon was silent for a few seconds. “Zhou Xie’s exact words were: Everyone only supports you because your surname is ‘Shi.’ Anonymity ensures a fairer vote.”
“Mmn…”
“Come over to the Student Council tonight. The vote is set for the evening.”
The call ended. Shi Ye remained leaning against the wall, holding the phone, calming down.
The phone vibrated again. Still Leon.
Shi Ye picked up. “What else?”
“I just asked the butler, did you go to get measured?”
“Mmn.”
“Wen Rong should have been with you. Tell the designer to prepare a size 175 uniform for him to use temporarily, otherwise he won’t make it for the opening ceremony. And glasses—his glasses are broken, get him a new pair.”
Shi Ye’s scattered thoughts finally returned to their place at this moment. He asked warily, “Why do you suddenly care about him so much?”
“Did I not care about him before?”
“Oh.” Shi Ye recalled that Leon had indeed looked after Wen Rong before. He let it go.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you care about him so much?”
“You seemed to have asked that question just now.”
Shi Ye explained the difference. “Just now it felt sudden, now it’s gone. I mean, why have you always cared about him?”
“Because Senior is a serious and responsible person.”
“Oh.” Shi Ye let it go again.
Leon was still the Leon he knew. No likes or dislikes, no stance, just loved watching the drama, and casually making things more troublesome. His only merit was probably being responsible.
“You must remember, otherwise Zhou Xie definitely won’t let him into the auditorium. He’s already been given a Yellow Card.”
Shi Ye nodded vaguely.
After hanging up, he cooled down for a while longer, finally processing “re-vote,” “anonymous vote,” and “voting tonight.”
Fuck!
Zhou Xie was screwing him over.
[The New Tennis Club defeated; a certain Old Flame is acting up again.]
[1st Floor: Holy cow, is this fake? I voted for Shi Ye.]
[2nd Floor: +1]
[3rd Floor: Don’t be afraid upstairs. Anonymous voting is the same as the anonymous forum. To be honest, no one knows who you are.]
[4th Floor: Fine, I admit I voted for a certain Old Flame. I just don’t want to see Shi Ye have smooth sailing. Heir to the Shi family, world number one, and he wants to build a New Tennis Club? Why should he get all the good things?]
[5th Floor: But a certain Old Flame is trash and annoying. I’d rather Shi Ye be the Tennis Club President. At least he can go back to his big villa and return to his comfortable life.]
[6th Floor: Also, a certain Old Flame picked a fight with the Special Recruit. That was a bit much.]
[7th Floor: Give it a rest. The Special Recruit isn’t anything good either; he’s very arrogant.]
[8th Floor: 7th Floor, elaborate.]
[7th Floor: I tried to be nice to the Special Recruit today, but he cursed me directly, saying I wasn’t a good person. I really don’t understand how someone can have such low class.]
[10th Floor: Isn’t it normal for commoners to have low class?]
[11th Floor: Good intentions treated like donkey liver and lungs. Does this Special Recruit know that us talking to him is his honor?]
[12th Floor: This thread has gone off-topic, but I still want to ask why you guys are talking to the Special Recruit? I haven’t paid attention to my servants for a long time.]
[13th Floor: 75th Floor Bro said it long ago. That super pretty person is the Special Recruit.]
[14th Floor: Holy cow, no way, right? Lying to me? You think I haven’t seen him? I remember he looks quite shabby.]
[15th Floor: Regardless of looks, talking to the Special Recruit just for his face—isn’t that a bit shallow, schoolmates?]
[16th Floor: Indeed shallow.]
…
After being scolded for being shallow for over a hundred floors, someone finally couldn’t resist typing.
[196th Floor: You’ll know once he takes off his glasses.]
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