Part 2
The Next Morning
Sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the neatly folded clothes at the head of the bed.
In the void, the clock jumped to 4:30. Wen Rong snapped his eyes open and sat up.
He left the bed without any reluctance to wash up in the bathroom. Upon returning, he folded the quilt and smoothed the sheets.
4:40.
His hand touched the folded jeans and T-shirt at the head of the bed, then suddenly paused, finally showing hesitation.
“Gege, should I wear the uniform today?”
[Mn.]
The designer sisters who measured him were very nice people. They didn’t despise him for knowing nothing and gave him a set of standard size 175 uniform to use temporarily while his uniform was being made.
One sister even noticed his glasses were broken and offered to change them for him.
Naturally, Wen Rong was too embarrassed to let them spend money, so he declined with profuse thanks.
He put the jeans and T-shirt into his luggage bag and dragged out the big box given by the designer sisters from under the bed.
Opening it, a fragrance hit his face. Sweet, like the smell inside a fruit shop. Inside lay the black uniform exactly like other students wore.
Wen Rong carefully reached out to touch the school rules embroidered on the uniform. He couldn’t hold back. “Gege, so comfortable.”
[Specially made wool fabric.]
Wen Rong didn’t quite understand these things, but he knew what “specially made” meant. He quickly pulled his hand back. “How do I wash it if it gets dirty?”
[…]
Floriman Academy’s uniforms were just to unify attire and highlight student temperament; they seemed never to have considered laundry issues.
While the System searched the backend for how to wash wool, Wen Rong carefully took out the uniform.
Black jacket, trousers, vest, white shirt.
Opening the top layer, there was another layer below.
Black leather shoes, black socks, cufflinks engraved with the Floriman Academy emblem, matching black tie, belt.
“So, so many… Is it really okay for the designer sisters to give me this? Should I give them money?”
The quantity exceeded Wen Rong’s expectations. In his cognition, a uniform was just a jacket and pants.
His conscience was a bit uneasy.
[Host, you paid 500,000 for the uniform.]
Remembering he had paid, Wen Rong relaxed.
He drew the curtains, took off his old T-shirt and shorts, and carefully put on the white shirt.
This was the first time he wore such a new white shirt.
The orphanage organized choir activities and would have everyone wear white shirts, but those were left behind by previous “permanent residents.” They were a bit yellow, a bit stiff, and didn’t fit that well.
[Host, if you don’t know how to tie a tie, you can search for methods on the computer. There are many tutorial videos online.]
Wen Rong searched for videos to learn. He wasn’t very skilled, tying the knot crookedly. When he finished dressing and walked to the mirror, the eyes behind the lenses widened abruptly.
Slim, but not frail. The slightly broad shoulder pads supported a well-proportioned figure. From the side, his back was thin, but the waist was taken in, cleverly using the fabric to outline the shape of a healthy spine.
The trousers were a bit short for Wen Rong, but the cut was straight, with a sharp crease down the middle, making his legs look very long.
He even suspected the person in the mirror wasn’t him.
“Ge-Gege, is Floriman Academy’s uniform this amazing?”
[After all, it’s made by a top world brand. Materials and tailoring are top-tier. Wait until your uniform arrives; the effect will be better. Custom-made uniforms will fit your body better.]
But this is already amazing!
He couldn’t imagine what the custom uniform would make him look like.
Wen Rong tried stepping in the leather shoes and felt pleasantly surprised. “Gege, these shoes don’t rub my feet.”
[Mn. Your custom leather shoes will be even more comfortable.]
Wen Rong felt the value brought by the high price for the first time and decided to list wearing the uniform as his happiest thing recently.
He was so satisfied with this outfit that he couldn’t help but preen in front of the mirror, looking left and right, smoothing his sideburns, making weird expressions, and flashing peace signs at the mirror.
“Gege, do I look especially good dressed like this?”
[Mhm.] Even without taking off your glasses, your stats have exploded.
“I feel like an adult. Adults’ suits look like this too.”
[Mn.]
“Also like a celebrity! Celebrities shooting guns in movies dress like this too.” Wen Rong shot a gun at the lens, dubbing “Pew pew pew” with his mouth.
[Mhm.]
Wen Rong kneeled on one knee, hand forming a gun, about to do a difficult move, when his glasses suddenly slipped, hanging on his chin like a mask.
He stood up awkwardly. “Gege, I have to get a new pair of glasses. School is starting soon; if the glasses are uncomfortable, it will be inconvenient for class.”
[You can. It’s about time you went outside the school to take a look.]
“I can leave the school?!”
[Of course. The Host is no different from a normal university student except for needing to do tasks. Naturally, you can go off-campus to stroll around.]
“What is off-campus like?”
[Exactly the same as what the Host sees on TV.]
Wen Rong was in an even better mood. He quickly packed his things and opened the door happily.
Click.
A beam of light rushed from the opposite side. Wen Rong came face-to-face with a strange boy also wearing the black uniform.
He took a step back, intending to let the other person pass first.
The boy didn’t move, looking stunned. “So you live opposite me.”
Wen Rong didn’t expect the boy to initiate conversation. He paused for a moment, then greeted politely, “Hello.”
The boy’s gaze hastily glanced at both ends of the corridor, then turned back to look Wen Rong up and down again.
In the inexplicable silence, Wen Rong finally felt the strangeness. He didn’t want to continue the awkwardness, so he closed the door and walked away on his own.
The boy suddenly chased up to his side. “Did you eat breakfast? Want to go together?”
“No need, thank you.”
“Why not? Aren’t you going to eat breakfast? I happen to be going out too.”
“I… have things to do.”
“What things? I’ll go with you.” As the boy spoke, he moved closer to Wen Rong, his eyes staring dead at his glasses, several times wanting to reach out and touch them.
“No need.”
Wen Rong didn’t notice the other person’s movements. He was currently forcing his body straight to prevent himself from bowing subconsciously.
Senior Leon said not to be too polite.
“Why no need? Why? I live opposite you; we count as roommates, right?”
Wen Rong frowned slightly, speeding up his pace.
The boy chased relentlessly, looking unhappy. “Why are you ignoring me?”
Wen Rong had to stop. He had a feeling that if he didn’t say something, this boy would follow him forever.
How did the Senior make that “cool” expression yesterday?
While recalling, the corners of his mouth turned down. He stared intently at the boy’s chin, his mind filled with “I am super fierce.”
Boy: “You…”
“Scram.”
The boy froze abruptly, as if frightened, his mouth slightly open, motionless.
The cold wind blew through the corridor, drying his lips.
A moment later, he pursed his lips to moisten his throat, doubt rising in his heart:
Why the temper?
Talking to you was giving you face.
In a terrible mood, the boy opened the forum and posted: [WTF, got scolded by the Special Recruit]
1st Floor: [Went out this morning and found the Special Recruit lives opposite me. For the sake of being schoolmates, the OP took the initiative to say hi, and he told me to scram.]
2nd Floor: [Why did you say hi to him? Special Recruits count as schoolmates?]
3rd Floor: [Don’t be mad, bro. Today is the trial for the fight between him and Zhao Zeryang. I was drawn for the jury; guarantee I’ll stand firmly with Zhao Zeryang.]
4th Floor: [Suspected OP’s hallucination before death. Even if the Special Recruit says he doesn’t like something, he says it while bowing. Cute as hell.]
5th Floor: [I stopped the Special Recruit at the dorm entrance several times last night. He didn’t get angry, kept saying thank you to me. I don’t believe OP.]
6th Floor: [Is he really that good-looking without glasses? Why are there suddenly so many Special Recruit simps in the forum?]
75th Floor Brother: [Ugly.]
1st Floor: [He seems to finally have money to buy a uniform. But it’s a pity, wearing it on him is a waste. Not good-looking at all.]
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