Chapter 69: How Outrageous Can Dark History Get? Can You Even Imagine?
Lunch ended, but Fu Yue’s heart remained hanging in suspense.
Strolling through the bustling streets of the CBD, Fu Yue’s thoughts felt as though they were being sucked into a bottomless vortex.
What exactly was Ji Hanmo trying to do?
Was it because the recent cold war hadn’t yielded results, so he was planning to mess with his food to force him to submit?
Fu Yue felt that if it was just that, it wouldn’t be so bad.
What he truly feared was that Ji Hanmo had discovered something else.
“Maybe Chairman Ji just wants to see how your tastes have changed.” Chen Bai had just made a casual guess.
But that sentence had awakened Fu Yue.
Investigating changes in taste?
Unlikely.
Allergens, cafeteria dishes, takeout records…
Individually, these three things could be loosely explained as “concern” or “work requirements.”
But when linked together, that eerie feeling could no longer be suppressed.
What if this wasn’t concern, but a silent background check?
Once this thought appeared, Fu Yue’s back was soaked in a cold sweat.
He was a transmigrator.
His lifestyle and dietary preferences could not possibly overlap 100% with that of the arrogant original owner.
He suddenly remembered that earlier, Ji Hanmo had mentioned in the cafeteria that he didn’t eat seaweed.
At the time, Fu Yue had fended it off with “people change.”
But on the cruise, when they had in-room dining, the dishes Ji Hanmo ordered already matched Fu Yue’s current preferences perfectly.
This proved that the man had been observing him—observing him with meticulous detail.
Food was the most direct flaw, but what about besides food?
Clothing style? Behavioral habits? Those tiny differences he hadn’t even noticed himself?
Fu Yue suddenly realized that if his status as the “greatest plot hole in the book” was caught by Ji Hanmo…
The consequences would be unimaginable.
Perhaps he would no longer be a safe “CP pusher.”
He could see that there had been some entanglement between Ji Hanmo and the original owner.
To what extent, it was hard to say.
Fu Yue remembered the “paranoid and obsessive” characters he had read about in literature who would use extreme methods to try and call back the “original person.”
For instance, using methods like suffocation that wouldn’t leave external trauma, hoping that the familiar soul would return to this shell.
Once this thought took hold, Fu Yue’s palms were slick with cold sweat.
That afternoon, Fu Yue deliberately reduced his contact with Ji Hanmo.
In this situation, Fu Yue actually looked forward more to tomorrow’s class reunion.
He was going there to investigate the past in the first place.
Now, weren’t those classmates the most vivid and comprehensive information bank regarding the “original Fu Yue”?
Thinking of this, Fu Yue’s mood improved slightly.
The next day.
At the gates of Haicheng Senior High, the Avenue of Camphor Trees was lush and green.
Fu Yue’s mindset had shifted from “horror survival” to “happily seeking death.”
“Why did you come so early?” Shen Junnian turned his head and asked as he finished parking the car.
Fu Yue opened the door and stepped out, his tone self-deprecating. “To see where I committed my crimes back in the day. I need to be mentally prepared.”
Shen Junnian’s expression was hard to maintain as he followed Fu Yue like a shadow.
“Oh! Young Master Fu!”
Before they had walked a few steps, an exaggerated shout came from above.
Fu Yue instinctively looked up. On the second-floor corridor of the school shop, a boy was leaning out.
He seemed to be waving at Fu Yue to say hello.
Shen Junnian tried to pull him away, but it was too late.
The boy tilted the cup in his hand.
Splash—
A shimmering arc of water sliced through the sunlight, pouring down right on top of Fu Yue’s head.
In the December weather, Fu Yue was soaked to the bone.
A bone-chilling cold instantly spread through his body.
He wiped the water from his face and looked up. Several young men and women on the second floor were stifling laughs while pointing at him.
“Oh! Young Master Fu, I’m so sorry! My hand slipped!”
Another classmate immediately chimed in loudly, “Young Master Fu, don’t mind it! Back then, when you poured Coke on Zhang Qiang, you said—’This is a free cold drink I’m treating you to, don’t mention it’! Today’s water is just him returning the favor!”
A burst of laughter instantly erupted around them.
“…”
Fu Yue stood in place expressionlessly, water droplets sliding down his handsome face.
Shen Junnian pulled out a clean handkerchief and handed it to him. “Wipe it off. Do you want me to get revenge for you?”
Fu Yue took the handkerchief and wiped his face.
He looked at those pairs of eyes sparkling with “schadenfreude.”
“No need.”
Despite being soaked, Fu Yue wasn’t in a terrible mood.
On the contrary, he was somewhat relieved.
Based on this situation, Fu Yue could confirm one thing.
The output power of that invincible “Heartthrob Halo” had definitely dropped to its lowest point today.
Fu Yue’s biggest worry—accidentally “attracting” Ji Linyue’s fiancée, Ai Ke—would be a nuclear-level disaster.
Now it seemed that, in all probability, it wouldn’t happen.
Fu Yue and Shen Junnian walked side-by-side down the most classic path in the school.
In the distance, the sound of a bicycle bell rang out.
A bicycle zipped past them. The girl on the back seat wore a school uniform skirt that billowed in the wind, and her laughter was as crisp as wind chimes.
Fu Yue watched the receding back. “Are high schoolers nowadays still into riding bicycles to carry people? I thought they’d all be driving sports cars for pick-ups.”
Shen Junnian laughed at his words.
“Did you forget? Back then, what you wanted to do most was carry someone on a bike.”
Fu Yue was stunned and pointed at himself.
“Yeah.” Shen Junnian fell into a memory. “But your skills were terrible. You practiced for three whole days and either hit a camphor tree or fell into a flowerbed with the bike. In the end, it was me who spent half an hour holding you up to teach you.”
In the next second, this warmth took a sharp downward turn.
“Too bad. As soon as you learned, you ran off the next day to carry the school hunk from the tennis team. I was almost pissed to death.”
At this point, Shen Junnian’s shoulders began to shake, and he eventually burst into a fit of laughter. “As it turned out, you dumped him into the pond at the very first corner! The school hunk’s face turned green!”
“Hahahaha, I’m dying laughing!”
Fu Yue: “…”
Shen Junnian laughed for a good while before he recovered.
“For that lesson, you still owe me a meal. You still haven’t paid it back even now.”
At the end of the shaded path was the school’s central plaza. In the most prominent position stood a massive bulletin board, jokingly nicknamed the “Honor Wall”—though, besides honors, it also posted various disciplinary decisions.
Nowadays, notifications were sent digitally.
The things on this old wall were never touched after being posted. The paper had yellowed and curled under the sun and rain, becoming a part of the school’s history.
Fu Yue’s gaze had been sweeping casually until it was pinned down by a bolded, black-printed title.
[Decision to Discipline Student Fu X of Class 11-3 for Seriously Violating School Rules by Forcefully Kissing the Statue of the School Founder]
Fu Yue: “…”
He felt his blood pressure soaring.
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