Chapter 105: Wang Sichen Wants to See You
Realizing that his treatment at Wen Rong’s hands wasn’t the worst, Shi Ye remained in a good mood for the entire day.
He stood at the door to respectfully see off Zhou “The Outsider” Xie and his trouble-making cousin, then drove Wen Rong happily back to school (ignoring Leon entirely).
That evening, the news of the Project Seminar’s postponement was finally officially released through the Black Dove system.
The group of people who had been slapped with Yellow Cards and criticized just days ago couldn’t resist posting snide, passive-aggressive comments, with titles like [Only See the Newcomers Smile, Never See the Old Ones Cry] and [Yesterday’s Sun Doesn’t Shine on Today’s School].
Inside the threads, it was even more blatant. Several Student Council members who frequently tailed Lin Jinghang stated openly:
[Now that Young Master Lin calls the shots at school, what was the point of making such a huge fuss over the Yellow Cards? It just ended up being a slap in their own faces.]
[Just wait until Lin Jinghang takes the seat of Student Council President. Revoking the Yellow Cards will take nothing more than a sentence.]
[Eh, looks like Wen Rong can’t compete for the Student Council President position anymore.]
[Did he think Young Master Lin was like Zhao Zeyang or Wang Allen? He wasn’t thinking of pulling that expulsion trick again, was he? Hahahaha.]
[Bro, I remember you. back when you were anonymous, you were the one screaming ‘Wife’ at Wen Rong the loudest. Did you unstan and turn into a hater?]
[That’s all in the past. Only the brain-dead would be a simp for Wen Rong now.]
[No, it’s fine if you scold yourself, but why curse others?]
[I knew it. As long as Wen Rong is involved, the thread will derail sooner or later.]
[Can we get back to rationally discussing the Student Council President matter?]
[Let me, let me. Actually, I support a certain Lin becoming the Student Council President. The Student Council has many activities that require liaising with the government. Wen Rong doesn’t look like he knows how to handle social situations; he might even affect the relationship between the school and the government.]
[Eh, now that you mention it, I think so too…]
The appearance of these comments didn’t surprise Wen Rong. Without a doubt, most people in the school were fence-sitters, forever swaying whichever way the wind blew.
Now that the Project Seminar was postponed, the threat of the Yellow Cards was nullified, so it was normal for them to stand by Lin Jinghang.
His fingers tapped the keyboard a few times, deleted, and then typed again.
[Will the Project Seminar Still Be Fair?]
Poster: Wen Rong
Lin Jinghang is undoubtedly a good President. He has a mountain of support behind him and is willing to shelter his subordinates from the wind and rain.
For example, right now, to save this group of people in the Student Council, he pulled strings everywhere to postpone the Project Seminar.
However—
Since such great lengths were taken to postpone it, wouldn’t it be a waste of opportunity if the projects of everyone in the Student Council didn’t pass?
It stands to reason that the Student Council members are cheering and happy.
But why should those outside the Student Council rejoice along with them? Who can ensure now that the projects passing the seminar are actually better than the ones that get rejected?
This editor is just a commoner. I don’t know how to navigate social circles, nor do I understand the twists and turns behind every decision. I can only remind everyone: be careful that your situation doesn’t revert to how it was before the Project Seminar, where you are forced to be trash.
PS: This post is merely this editor exercising supervisory rights to ask a question to the new Student Council President. It can also be seen as a warning. My intention is to hope that the new President will treat every student fairly in the postponed Project Seminar, with absolutely no selfish motives.
The moment he pressed enter, an inexplicable excitement compelled Wen Rong to stand up and pace around the dormitory two or three times.
He thought as he walked.
Next, Lin Jinghang would either maintain his arrogance and remain silent, or post a statement to all students declaring that the Project Seminar would be absolutely fair.
If he remained silent, he would be targeting the other students. If he declared fairness, he would be targeting those people in the Student Council.
Bzzzt—
A sound interrupted his train of thought.
A notification popped up on his phone, and Zhou Xie’s chat window opened in the bottom right corner of his computer screen.
Night fell, and the bustling high-rises were submerged in neon lights.
The lively riverbank was surging with people, without a single gap to be found.
Inside the presidential suite facing the river view, the room was filled with tall, sturdy men in black.
The hotel chef pushed a dining cart in, underwent a full body search, and then slowly pushed the cart to the window.
Wang Sichen sat alone, waiting for the steak to be served. He elegantly picked up his knife and fork and slowly cut into it.
Medium rare. One cut, and blood oozed out first, staining the pristine white plate red.
He frowned slightly. The secretary immediately asked, “Do you need it replaced?”
“No need.”
Wang Sichen savored it carefully, in a good mood. The air was silent, save for the sound of cutlery clinking.
At midnight, fireworks were set off over the river, the colorful lights reflecting on Wang Sichen’s face.
Simultaneously, the secretary received a call. Before he could answer, he heard Wang Sichen ask, “Is it that kid Lin Jinghang?”
The secretary nodded hesitantly. “The Young Master has encountered some trouble at school.”
“Knowing he was originally a special recruit at Floriman Academy, I assumed he was at least on Wen Rong’s level.”
The secretary felt awkward.
No matter what, Lin Jinghang was Wang Sichen’s biological nephew. It didn’t matter if Wang Sichen cursed Lin Jinghang a few times, but if the secretary joined in, he would be signing his own death warrant.
Everyone knew Wang Sichen was fiercely protective of his own.
So the secretary said, “The Young Master just hasn’t adapted to the current environment yet, and he’s still young. He’ll be fine when he’s a bit older.”
Wang Sichen glanced sideways. “I even postponed the Project Seminar for him. what difficulties has he encountered now?”
See? Still the biological nephew after all; he couldn’t just ignore him.
The direct call was urging for a reply. Half an hour ago, Lin Jinghang had told him what happened after the project postponement and asked him to think of a way to deal with Wen Rong.
“Is it very difficult?”
Dealing with an 18-year-old kid wasn’t actually hard, but the secretary didn’t want to appear too effortless, so he feigned hesitation. “…It is a bit tricky.”
“Tell me.”
The secretary repeated what Lin Jinghang had told him half an hour ago, specifically describing the post Wen Rong had made in detail.
Finally, he concluded, “I don’t know why, but Wen Rong seems to always be working against the Young Master on the forum.”
“A commoner with no power—what else can he use besides public opinion?” Wang Sichen tugged at the corner of his mouth and wiped his lips with a napkin. “Very smart. He defined that brat’s character directly. Now, whatever happens at the Project Seminar will have its fairness questioned.”
The secretary could tell that “very smart” was describing Wen Rong.
The Senator still loved Wen Rong, even though he hadn’t gone to look for him since waking up.
“For the sake of my worrying nephew…” Wang Sichen stood up. “I’ll go to Floriman Academy in the capacity of a guardian.”
The secretary understood. “Should I arrange for Wen Rong to see you?”
“He hasn’t come to see me since the incident. Why should I go see him?”
The secretary understood.
This meeting absolutely had to happen!
The leader was holding a grudge.
…
Wen Rong learned from Zhou Xie in advance that Wang Sichen was coming to visit Floriman Academy as a family member.
Along with this news came the information that Wang Sichen would attend the Student Council President handover ceremony.
This move indicated that there was almost no room for reversal regarding the Student Council Presidency.
Even though Wen Rong had posted that article to stir things up, it was no match for the most powerful man in the Federation standing on a platform to support Lin Jinghang.
Wen Rong once again felt the “power” Zhou Xie spoke of. This feeling of “trash becoming my leader” was indeed very uncomfortable.
But no matter how uncomfortable it was, as a member of the Student Council, he still had to go to the school gate with everyone else early the next morning to welcome Wang Sichen.
The thick-skinned nature of these Student Council people was shocking. Aside from the few who followed Lin Jinghang to the death, the others actually took the initiative to strike up conversations with him.
Wen Rong didn’t respond. He actively walked to the very end of the line, using his actions to draw a clear line between himself and this group.
These people wanted to side with Lin Jinghang while simultaneously not offending him.
Wen Rong wouldn’t let them have their way. He used his actions to tell them: there is no neutrality. Either Lin Jinghang or him. If they chose Lin Jinghang, they were his enemies.
When they arrived at the school gate, Zhou Xie received a message: Wang Sichen would arrive in one hour.
The sunlight paved the ground, shadows growing smaller and smaller. Wen Rong’s skin felt hot inside his dark uniform.
He didn’t know if one hour or two had passed when a convoy of black cars finally drove up to the school gate.
“Wang Sichen is here,” Zhou Xie reminded him.
“Mn.”
“You are likely the main target for his intimidation tactics, so be careful.”
“Okay.”
The brief conversation ended. Groups of bodyguards stepped out of the front and rear vehicles, walking to surround the shiniest black car in the middle. The door opened, and a figure ducked out of the car.
A light brown suit, a patterned ascot—elegant like a fashionable gentleman.
Wang Sichen spotted Wen Rong in the dense crowd at a glance.
The sunlight made his skin translucent and glowing, catching the eye intensely.
“Uncle.”
Lin Jinghang darted out, blocking Wen Rong from view.
Wang Sichen couldn’t make it too obvious. He reached out to pat Lin Jinghang’s arm, his mouth offering a subconscious platitude, “Living well at school, I see. You’ve bulked up.”
“Floriman Academy is great. I’ll show you around.”
Wang Sichen had no interest in touring schools, but given his status, no matter where he went, he would be dragged around for tours and told the history of the place…
In his field of vision, Wen Rong appeared and disappeared, seemingly changing positions. Sometimes revealing half a face, sometimes hiding completely behind others.
“Introduce these friends of yours to me first.” Wang Sichen said with selfish motives, taking a half-step to the side and pretending to glance into the distance casually. “Zhou Xie is still the President. Zhou Xie, come introduce these people from your Student Council.”
Zhou Xie was named, and the crowd immediately split in two, opening a path.
Maintaining the dignity befitting a Student Council President, Zhou Xie stepped forward. “Senator Wang, let me first introduce the department ministers of the Student Council to you.”
“Mn…”
The direction where Wen Rong had been was suddenly empty.
Wang Sichen froze for a moment, then gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Laughing at himself for having no reason at all, stealing glances at someone in the crowd like a smitten teenager, worrying about gains and losses.
A meeting without Wen Rong was boring to the extreme. After exchanging formulaic pleasantries with the others, Wang Sichen didn’t plan to entertain Zhou Xie any longer. Just as he was about to call Lin Jinghang back to help his nephew establish prestige in front of this group, Zhou Xie suddenly spoke again.
“There is a new junior who just joined that hasn’t been introduced to you yet. He stepped aside to take a call just now. I wonder if you could wait a moment for him.”
What?
Everyone was startled.
Asking Wang Sichen to wait for Wen Rong?
Thump, thump.
Only Wang Sichen could hear his own heartbeat.
“Mn.”
Mn???!!!
Expressions of unprecedented shock appeared on face after youthful face.
Their parents all worked in the government. Even if they hadn’t interacted with Wang Sichen, they knew about his personality through the grapevine.
A typical high official: grand pomp, high arrogance, eyes looking up as if saying “A mere bureau director like you isn’t worthy of reporting to me.”
He… was going to stand here and wait for Wen Rong?
The others were shocked, but for Lin Jinghang, it was pure fright.
Because Wang Sichen had once genuinely wanted Wen Rong to be the Student Council President.
“Uncle, no need to wait for him.”
The secretary also leaned in and whispered, “Leader, it’s not appropriate.”
Wang Sichen felt as if waking from a dream.
He hadn’t come specifically to see Wen Rong; he was here to help Lin Jinghang secure the position of Student Council President.
All in all, it seemed Wen Rong had no interest in him. His biological nephew was more worth supporting.
Wang Sichen coughed lightly. “If he’s busy, then let’s leave it for next time.”
Zhou Xie’s eyes darted, and he nodded cheerfully. “Alright.”
“Uncle, let’s go. I’ll take you to see my villa.”
Ever since the postponement of the Project Seminar, Lin Jinghang realized that having a powerful uncle and a secretary who strategized for him was simply too good. He genuinely liked these two people, and his tone couldn’t help but become affectionate.
Naturally, Wang Sichen doted on his nephew. He waved to the bodyguards, signaling the group to follow.
As the long procession disappeared at the school gate, Wen Rong looked at Zhou Xie, who was walking at the very back, and couldn’t help asking Li Ao, “Why is your cousin still following them?”
“He hasn’t fully left office yet. If he doesn’t follow, it’s easy to leave a handle for gossip.”
“Oh.” Wen Rong seemed to understand but not quite. He couldn’t resist asking again, “I felt like he used to be very insidious and fierce. Why does he seem a bit pitiful now, always getting bullied?”
When the tide is against you, of course you have to hide your sharp edges.
However, Li Ao was still thinking about how his cousin had been scared sober by Wen Rong that night. He secretly assisted again, “When he was insidious and fierce, you always opposed him. So he decided to turn over a new leaf and be a good person.”
Wen Rong: “O”
Li Ao: “?”
Wen Rong: “—”
“Why do you keep opening and closing your mouth? Just say it if you have something to say.”
“So I have such great influence.”
Li Ao: “……”
The meaning of my words was clearly: My cousin cares about you!
Just as he wanted to clarify, Wen Rong’s phone rang.
“Wait a moment, I’ll take a call.”
Wen Rong answered the call from Zhou Xie. “Congratulations, Plan 1 was completely correct. Wang Sichen’s secretary asked if it would be convenient for you to meet him.”
Although it was worth celebrating that things went according to plan, Wen Rong remembered he hadn’t told Zhou Xie the term “Plan 1″…
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