Part 2
“Mn.”
“So I am this kind of person…”
While Wen Rong was lamenting, he heard the System’s voice.
【That is correct.】
【Host forgave Shi Ye back then also because you knew his mother died.】
Wen Rong felt surprised.
“Yes, you hold special emotions toward things like ‘parents’ and ‘family,’ and these emotions have always influenced your judgment.”
Leon paused for two seconds, turned his head, and his azure eyes fixed on him in the darkness. “So on this matter, do you want to listen directly to Senior’s opinion?”
Wen Rong recognized a strange side of himself. His mood was wondrous, his brain briefly stopped thinking, and he responded in a daze, “Does Senior have any good suggestions?”
“During the holidays, you can come to Senior’s house.”
Senior’s… house?
The wind rushed into the car, and Wen Rong briefly forgot to breathe.
Thump thump thump
Thump thump thump
Thump thump thump
It was too dark in the car to see Senior Leon’s eyes, but he inexplicably felt that the Senior was looking at him expectantly.
Going to Senior’s house for the holidays—did that mean forming a family with Senior?
Even though he had thought about this question and mentioned it to the System, hearing it proposed by Senior Leon brought an indescribable shock.
Wen Rong hastily looked away. The stars in the sky appeared even brighter against the night, the brightest one being blue—azure blue, like the Senior’s eyes.
He had nowhere to hide.
His inner self was completely dissected, and the first word that surged from his throat was “No.”
Wen Rong had been troubled by this matter recently.
This matter was far more complicated than Zhou Xie’s affair.
He liked the Senior, and he had shamelessly told the System he wanted to build a family with the Senior, but the voice in his heart was actually “No.”
Why was it “No”?
When he was with the Senior, there wasn’t a moment he wasn’t happy.
Feeling a bit irritable, he couldn’t even focus in class. When the class ended, the teacher left, and everyone else left, he didn’t even notice he was the only one left sitting in the classroom.
When Lin Jinghang returned to the classroom, he saw Wen Rong sitting alone in the first row, staring blankly at the computer screen.
His handsome face presented a state of “stillness.” Sunlight slanted onto him, casting a thin shadow on the desk.
His well-defined hand slid on the keyboard, his fingertips rubbed red.
In Floriman Academy, it was hard to ignore Wen Rong, especially with the recent heated rumors about him, Shi Ye, and Zhou Xie.
Was he good-looking? Enough for the two protagonists in the novel to fight over him?
Out of curiosity, Lin Jinghang stared at him, momentarily forgetting that he had returned to the classroom to get something.
Staring for a long time, he faintly perceived on that face with smooth lines that indeed, this nose and these eyes looked good—beautiful in a very temperament way.
“Young Master Lin, why aren’t you done yet?”
The people waiting for Lin Jinghang outside shouted.
Wen Rong seemed to sense something and looked up.
His light-colored eyes, tinged with a hint of blue light, glanced indifferently over him.
Lin Jinghang shivered as if he had been rolled through fire.
Having been targeted by Wen Rong so often before, he even had a physiological reaction.
Lin Jinghang glared at Wen Rong with disgust, but unfortunately, Wen Rong had already withdrawn his gaze and couldn’t see his malice.
Lin Jinghang felt stifled and quickly went to his seat to pick up the item he had left behind.
Through the long tiered rows, Wen Rong sat with his back to him, motionless, seeming not to care about his existence at all.
An inexplicable impulse surged from his heart. Lin Jinghang uncontrollably strode to Wen Rong’s desk. “Hey, regarding the project seminar in a while, I absolutely will not approve your friend’s project.”
Before leaving, Wang Sichen had repeatedly warned him not to conflict with Wen Rong, but seeing Wen Rong now riddled with scandals and deserted by allies, he especially wanted to seize the chance to annoy him.
However, Wen Rong didn’t even lift his eyes, saying indifferently, “Got it.”
Lin Jinghang felt the frustration of punching cotton. He continued to talk tough, “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it and insisted on going against me. What qualifications do you have to oppose me? You don’t even have enough points to survive; you have no power and no influence—”
“Lin Jinghang,” Wen Rong interrupted him.
Lin Jinghang: “It’s useless for you to beg me now.”
“Do you like me?”
“What?”
Lin Jinghang realized what Wen Rong said belatedly, and a laugh escaped his mouth. “I don’t like men.”
“Then why do you always try to get my attention?”
“I—”
Lin Jinghang got stuck, unable to help but ask himself.
Right, why do I take the initiative to talk to him?
Stuck only for a moment; having suffered losses many times gave Lin Jinghang some experience, and he quickly thought of a retort: “Are you stupid? I’m finding fault with you! Don’t think that just because you have many simps, everyone likes you.”
“Your behavior is like a primary school student—bullying whoever you like.”
“I don’t!”
Wen Rong flipped his laptop closed and stood up, looking Lin Jinghang in the eye.
His features were all exquisite, and it was even more obvious up close. From every angle, one could feel his overwhelming beauty. His eyes were too light in color, his thick eyelashes slowly opening and closing, carrying a coldness like looking down on sentient beings from the clouds.
“Actually, I’ve been curious since the first time we met.”
“W-what.”
“When you first came to this world, why did you dress exactly like me?”
Lin Jinghang froze abruptly, as if discovering something he had never seen before, his eyes widening.
Wen Rong spoke no more, packed everything into his bag, and left the classroom.
The question “Young Master Lin, what’s wrong?” came from the corridor. He spared some brain cells to summarize: Lin Jinghang not only lacked correct self-cognition but was also very stupid. He couldn’t understand hints and had to be told personally to understand.
On the day of the project seminar, as a marginalized figure in the Student Council, Wen Rong’s only task was to follow the crowd and appear in the Principal’s office as an audience member.
As soon as he arrived at the gate, he bumped into Zhou Xie. Their gazes met briefly for two seconds, and both tacitly looked away.
The Principal was a lover of formalism. He rattled on about the significance, function, and requirements of the project seminar, then started talking about his past life. It was nearly an hour before he finally let them go.
Wen Rong stood up to leave, but Zhou Xie popped out from somewhere and grabbed him.
“Don’t be the first to leave after the meeting.”
Wen Rong stopped.
He had a thousand, ten thousand reasons to reject Zhou Xie, but there was one point he couldn’t refute: at work, he indeed needed to listen to Zhou Xie, an experienced person.
Wen Rong left in the middle of the crowd. Zhou Xie didn’t stop him, but their overly strange interaction mode was noticed by others.
Discussions arose, spreading until they reached Lin Jinghang’s ears.
Lin Jinghang was busy memorizing his opening speech at the time.
When he became Student Council President, no one told him that the president was also responsible for speeches and mobilization. When the secretary sent the draft, his first thought was to let the people around him do the job for him. However, some blabbermouth reported it to Wang Sichen, causing him to almost be scolded to death by Wang Sichen.
“Young Master Lin, Zhou Xie and Wen Rong definitely had a fight.”
Lin Jinghang’s heart jumped. “What happened between Wen Rong and Zhou Xie?”
“Maybe they broke up. I felt something was wrong when rumors spread about Zhou Xie fighting Shi Ye. It was the first time Zhou Xie took such a long leave for no reason, and after coming back, he seemed like a different person. He doesn’t go to and from class with Wen Rong either—”
Lin Jinghang interrupted him impatiently, “I asked you what happened to them, don’t give me gossip you guessed.”
“Oh, oh. Just now Zhou Xie pulled Wen Rong, and Wen Rong ignored him. It looked like a young couple having a spat.”
“What couple?”
Lin Jinghang’s nerves were taut.
Someone nearby called out, “Young Master Lin, time to go to the venue.”
“Wait a moment.” Lin Jinghang grabbed the person beside him and pressed, “Are Wen Rong and Zhou Xie a real couple?”
“Young Master Lin…”
“Get lost.”
Lin Jinghang shouted irritably, unintentionally meeting Wen Rong’s gaze.
Wen Rong was standing with Zhou Xie. Noticing him, he coldly looked away.
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