Part 4
“You… you wear my jacket, don’t catch a cold.”
Wen Rong looked at him silently until Zhou Xie walked up, reached out to push the boy aside, and sat next to Wen Rong. “This is the Head of the Publicity Department.”
Wen Rong tilted his head slightly. “Why give me clothes? Wasn’t it you guys who made me like this?”
The boy’s whole body stiffened for an instant, and he hurriedly explained, “No, I didn’t—”
“No need to apologize. I don’t remember who you are anyway.”
The calm voice was like a thunderclap striking from the sky, turning every obsessed gaze into terror as overwhelming disappointment struck.
—Wen Rong doesn’t mind this matter, because he doesn’t even know who I am.
Being ignored accurately stabbed the sore spot of every student at Floriman Academy. They were all once favored children of heaven, stars surrounded by the moon in their own circles. Yet coming to Floriman Academy, one year, two years, three years… they were set off by more and more geniuses until they became mediocre.
“I didn’t.” The boy explained with a choked voice, looking like he was about to cry.
Right, we didn’t do it.
Some people breathed a sigh of relief, alleviating their guilt.
“Do you think bystanders don’t count as accomplices?”
Wen Rong reached out and pushed the clothes onto the floor.
The fabric hit the wooden floor. The sound was very light, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the boy. The boy trembled violently.
He wanted to speak up to explain again, but Wen Rong propped himself up on the desk and stood up, bypassing Zhou Xie to walk onto the podium.
Water droplets accumulated on his hair tips again. Not many; they flowed along the sinews of his neck into the tightly wrapped collar.
Though wretched in appearance, his face was calm, just like when he introduced himself to the media standing on the podium during the school anniversary.
Bang, bang.
Fingertips knocked on the desk surface.
“I want to run for Student Council President.”
“What?”
The immersed crowd took two seconds to react, then was greatly shocked:
“Isn’t the new President Lin Jinghang?”
“What election? Haven’t heard any news.”
Smack—
A loud noise interrupted the rustling discussion.
On the podium, Wen Rong picked up the blackboard eraser he had just smashed onto the floor and continued to speak without changing his expression: “To show my sincerity, I will teach everyone a lesson here—splashing cold water is too childish. As adults, or rather as members of the Floriman Academy Student Council, this is how you target someone with style.”
“…”
Silence reigned. Wen Rong scanned the classroom and spoke: “As everyone knows, students carrying a Yellow Card cannot receive any resources from the school.”
“So—”
“Zhou Xie, give everyone in the classroom a Yellow Card penalty.”
“What?”
Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to believe what Wen Rong said.
A Yellow Card penalty!?
And for everyone.
Everyone looked at Zhou Xie.
Under the public gaze, Zhou Xie nodded. “Okay.”
“President, why…”
Zhou Xie lowered his chin, his eyes glancing sideways. “Don’t you know what you did yourselves?”
“We didn’t do it, it was Lin Jinghang—”
Zhou Xie glanced over gloomily again without speaking. The few people anxious to explain dared not speak anymore.
Immediately, the despairing people looked at Lin Jinghang. “Young Master Lin, this…”
Pfft. Lin Jinghang laughed indifferently. “Is a Yellow Card penalty very scary? Wait until I formally become President, I’ll clear them all for you.”
Everyone felt relieved of a heavy burden, faintly regaining their confidence.
“You don’t even know the severity of this matter; can you really be competent for the position of Student Council President?”
Wen Rong spoke quietly from the podium. “The Project Seminar is held before you take office. Being penalized with a Yellow Card now means that of all the projects the people in this classroom are participating in, not a single one can pass.”
“Fuck!”
Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, finally realizing how great the impact of being penalized with a Yellow Card now was.
“What do I do? I had such a hard time negotiating the project.”
“It’s over. We’ve been preparing for almost a month.”
“It even implicates the other people in our project.”
Wen Rong knocked on the desk. The first knock didn’t interrupt the nervous discussion; the second time he threw the blackboard eraser again, bringing everyone to their senses.
He smiled slightly. “Classmates, now Lin Jinghang has two paths.”
“One: Let me kill the chicken to warn the monkey, letting everyone in the school know that he cannot protect anyone who commits an offense with him.”
“Two: After he takes office, he goes to the Board of Directors to argue strongly and open another Project Seminar separately for you.”
Lin Jinghang said indifferently, “Then just open another one.”
His smile deepening, Wen Rong raised his hand and pointed straight at Lin Jinghang: “Did you see that? This is the person you want to follow. No sense of priority, unable to see the situation clearly, unable to protect you. He even came up with the low-end trick of putting an ice bucket on the door, single-handedly turning you all into slum hooligans from the outer city.”
“He openly opened a nightclub in Floriman Academy, this world-class prestigious school, letting girl groups come in to fish for rich husbands. Photos were taken and posted to Blue Book, affecting the image of every student appearing in the photos. The reputation salvaged during the school anniversary collapsed overnight.”
“He doesn’t even have a concept of how important the Project Seminar is.”
“The Federation’s annual National Assembly won’t hold two sessions in one month for anyone, and the resources given by the Project Seminar only have one distribution opportunity.”
Lin Jinghang was tongue-tied, his eyes wide, unable to find words to refute Wen Rong.
Everyone looked at him one after another, their eyes undergoing subtle changes.
Reminded by Wen Rong, everyone realized that flattering Lin Jinghang didn’t seem to be a profitable deal.
Bang, bang.
Wen Rong knocked on the desk for the third time.
Everyone turned back quickly; Wen Rong didn’t need to make big movements to attract attention anymore.
“This is how to target someone fast, ruthlessly, and accurately. Did everyone learn it?”
Learned it.
Dissecting Lin Jinghang’s ugliness so plainly, even if they wanted to resist Wen Rong’s indoctrination, they were forced to recall everything that happened during this period. Evidence from the details: Lin Jinghang was indeed a lackluster leader.
The desire risen from the beautiful body turned into fear in an instant.
An intuition generated towards dangerous items quietly emerged.
—Do not touch.
“President, I just came in not long ago. I didn’t see their operation; it has nothing to do with me.” Someone suddenly spoke up.
Like a water valve opening, countless voices followed others to explain:
“President, I tried to stop them just now.”
“President, I…”
The notification sound of a phone message made everyone shut their mouths.
The Student Council being collectively penalized with Yellow Cards shocked the whole school.
《What happened today? The Dealer got an addiction to dealing cards before stepping down?》
[Grapevine news: Wen Rong came out soaked on the first day of class, suspected of being splashed with water.]
[The Dealer got angry for the beauty?]
[Can’t blame the Dealer. Wen Rong greeted me this morning; in that moment I was even willing to die for him.]
[God, he greeted you too? He greeted me this morning too; I thought I was dreaming.]
[??? Blame me for getting up too late? If I got up earlier, would he have greeted me too?]
[Fuck! 5 AM is really too early. Is there a specific time for his dinner? I’ll go try my luck. Getting a ‘Good evening’, maybe I can have a sweet dream tonight.]
[No, why did the topic turn to Wen Rong again and again? Aren’t we discussing the Student Council being collectively penalized with Yellow Cards?]
[Whether they get penalized or not has nothing to do with me. Wen Rong is more important.]
[Yeah, what business is it of mine? It’s not me being penalized.]
[Glad to see it. It’s always the Student Council penalizing me; now I finally see them being penalized. satisfying.]
[Didn’t you guys realize? You can’t apply to the school with a Yellow Card penalty, so the Project Seminar…]
[WTF! Then aren’t all the projects associated with them unable to pass?]
[Yes, the whole group is implicated.]
[Fuck! Our group seems to have one. I have to find the team leader to kick him out quickly.]
[Too late, the application forms have all been submitted.]
[Done for, done for. I put my heart and soul into preparing this project for twenty years. Finally had a Project Seminar to make a name for myself, now it’s all gone down the drain.]
[Wait, is it necessary to penalize so many people? It’s just splashing water; no one died.]
[Right, right, penalizing so many people with Yellow Cards at once, does the school have no opinion?]
[The reason was written: Picking quarrels and provoking trouble. And when has the Principal ever managed Yellow Card penalties? Otherwise, how could the Dealer walk sideways in the school? He really can penalize whoever he wants.]
[I’m curious, was it really just splashing water? Did they do other things to Wen Rong to be penalized like this?]
[I just met Wen Rong at the Medical Building. The doctor said he seems to have a fever.]
[Fuck, they made my male god sick? That’s a bit excessive.]
[The water splashed seemed to be just taken out of the refrigerator. While in class, I saw a cafeteria uncle carrying a bucket of ice past.]
[That’s too excessive. Although the sun is out these days, it’s winter right now.]
[These Student Council people are on par with Zhao Zeyang.]
[Quite low. Didn’t expect Student Council people to do this kind of thing too.]
[Grapevine news: The mastermind is a certain Lin.]
[I remember he seems to have a good relationship with Zhao Zeyang. They went clubbing with Zhao Zeyang before.]
[Wasn’t he bullied by Zhao Zeyang three years ago? Can he bury the hatchet with Zhao Zeyang?]
[Who knows.]
[Special recruits are different from special recruits. My male god is truly awesome. Even if a certain Lin transformed into the President’s nephew, the gap between him and my male god is still so, so big.]
Replies in the thread were incessant, quickly becoming everyone’s digital snack for the night.
Originally, there was still a lot of fun to talk about. Suddenly, a post titled 《Black Pigeon News: Everyone Can Run for Student Council President》 appeared.
Poster: Wen Rong.
According to the editor’s understanding, the Floriman Academy Student Council President has always been an elected system; there has never been a term that was directly appointed.
This change of Student Council President completely fails to conform to regulations. It looks more like someone among the school leadership is operating behind the scenes to open the back door.
As a member of Floriman Academy, I protest to the Principal with my real name. Reject unspoken rules. Reject people with no virtue or conduct becoming school administrators.
Wen Rong was a hot figure on the forum. Every time he posted, it was “soul-stirring,” and this time was no exception.
Of course, what was more important this time was that Wen Rong wrote this sentence at the end:
The editor privately thinks that Wen Rong is more suitable to be the Student Council President.
[Hahahahaha, Male God, you are a bit cute.]
[Why recommend yourself with your real name?]
[Baby (no), Male God, next time don’t talk about all that other stuff, just say you want it directly. Isn’t it just Student Council President? If you wanted to be Principal, I’d agree.]
[Support! Baby, I believe if you become the Student Council President, you definitely won’t issue Yellow Cards indiscriminately.]
[I also agree! Asking in passing: If this works out, can you say good morning and good night to me every day? I want to fall asleep listening to your voice.]
Shi Ye: [?]
[Sorry Brother Shi, I just want to have a good relationship with the future Student Council President. Absolutely no improper thoughts about your boyfriend.]
Leon: [?]
Zhou Xie: [?]
[Silently asking, are you gentlemen currently real boyfriends or rumored boyfriends?]
[PS: Sincerely asking, otherwise I can’t guess what the question marks mean.]
Inside the Medical Building, Wen Rong, with a fever cooling patch on his forehead, frowned at the three people in front of him.
“Why post question marks? Didn’t I trouble you to help write support in the thread?”
Shi Ye turned his face away. “Sent a bit too fast. I was originally going to write it.”
Leon handed Wen Rong a glass of water. “I was busy pouring water for you just now and accidentally swiped the screen.”
Zhou Xie glanced sideways. “I saw them posting like this and thought it was a unified format.”
Wen Rong: “…”
Wen Rong was speechless. He lowered his head and typed in the forum: [Just friends.]
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