Chapter 24: Possessing Him, Isn’t It Easy as Pie?
“What are you getting excited for?”
Wen Rong was doused with cold water and sat back in his chair.
He was a little afraid of Zhou Xie.
The first thing Wen Rong did when he arrived at the Student Council was to observe Zhou Xie’s face.
Narrow face, large features, fierce eyes.
Not the kind of obvious “good at fighting” fierce like Shi Ye; Zhou Xie was much thinner than Shi Ye and didn’t look down on people with his nostrils.
He lowered his chin, eyes glancing upward to meet Wen Rong’s gaze, even though Wen Rong wasn’t as tall as him.
This look wasn’t arrogant, but it was eerie.
Wen Rong thought for a long time and found a fitting word to describe Zhou Xie: Insidious.
Not just his looks, but his methods.
Before entering the conference room, Zhou Xie had a strange conversation with Senior Leon.
“Taught him?”
“Mn.”
“Can he do it?”
“If not, you can just open a back door for your rumored boyfriend.”
Zhou Xie didn’t answer Senior Leon, his cold gaze shooting directly at Wen Rong. “You better be able to do it.”
Recalling these words, Wen Rong realized belatedly that his victory was inextricably linked to Zhou Xie.
The last sliver of sunlight on the horizon fell, and the joy of victory faded along with the floor beneath his feet.
Click.
Senior Leon turned on the conference room lights.
His spine chilling, Wen Rong’s brain turned slowly.
Shi Ye and Zhao Zeryang were the leaders of those bullying Wen Rong since school started, surrounded by many followers.
Zhou Xie could make them uncomfortable if he wanted to.
And Zhou Xie would sooner or later make him uncomfortable too, because Zhou Xie was one of the F4, and he was the cannon fodder being bullied.
“Are you still not in a club?”
In the silence, Zhou Xie spoke again.
Wen Rong’s thoughts returned. He carefully observed Zhou Xie’s face; the unmoving features conveyed no information.
“Asking you.”
Wen Rong shrank his neck and nodded.
“According to regulations, students not in a club are automatically assigned to the lowest-ranked club from last year.”
“The lowest-ranked club is…”
“Self-proclaimed Black Pigeon News Club, basically a tacky gossip mill.”
The voice came from above Wen Rong. Wen Rong looked up to see Senior Leon’s chin.
The Senior smiled and said to Zhou Xie, “There are several clubs with no entry threshold. Let him apply to those, shall we?”
“I only act according to school rules.”
Meaning no.
Wen Rong raised his hand weakly. “Senior, how abnormal is this news club?”
“The club score is the lowest every year. Basically impossible to get a scholarship.”
Scholarship!
Wen Rong stood up abruptly. “Can I not go?”
Zhou Xie adjusted his glasses. “You can.”
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Leon patted Wen Rong’s shoulder. “What are you relieved for? If you don’t join a club, your club score is directly 0. He’s scamming you.”
Wen Rong: “???”
Meaning if he went, there was a 1% chance of getting a scholarship; if he didn’t, there was absolutely no chance.
“So, are you going or not—”
Wen Rong changed his tune aggrievedly. “I’ll go.”
Leon: “President, no need to be so harsh, right?”
Zhou Xie looked at Wen Rong. “You can go. Leon stays.”
Zhou Xie kicked Wen Rong out of the conference room cleanly and efficiently.
The sky darkened. It seemed to be just the time classes ended, as footsteps sounded occasionally in the Student Council building.
Wen Rong went downstairs slowly, walking back to the dorm before it got completely dark.
Thinking as he walked, he didn’t even notice the surprised gazes constantly shifting onto him.
After washing up, he finally finished thinking and called the System in his heart. “Gege.”
[What is it?]
“Does my Exclusive Mall have a skill for recognizing expressions?”
[Why do you want that kind of skill?]
Because he had witnessed methods more terrifying than fists.
He remembered the small path at the entrance of the orphanage. Uneven, no lights. If it rained when going back at night, it was even worse; he couldn’t see the puddles at all, only knowing he had “fallen into a trap” when splashed with water.
Just like just now, almost losing his scholarship unknowingly!
Wen Rong was someone who easily scared himself. Seeing news about roadside killings, he feared being killed; seeing objects falling from high altitudes, he feared something falling on his head; seeing kids go to jail, he feared going to jail himself.
He had been thinking all the way back about how to avoid Zhou Xie’s bullying. Hitting him would only make his body hurt, but losing the scholarship was equivalent to taking his life.
He first thought of his 1 point, but quickly passed. Force seemed more effective against the likes of Shi Ye and Zhao Zeryang.
He thought of the “impoliteness” taught by the Senior, but passed again, because Zhou Xie was even more impolite than him.
Finally, he thought of the people on the jury.
Those people seemed angry after he apologized to Zhao Zeryang, but then everything developed as the Senior said, and they stood on his side.
Wen Rong concluded: Guiding others to get angry is important, and the premise for all this is understanding the information conveyed on others’ faces.
He told the System all this.
The System was speechless for a few seconds. [You don’t need to redeem that kind of thing. You can just search for online classes to learn.]
“Search… what?” Wen Rong was confused.
System: […]
Forgot the Host was a little hillbilly who only knew how to open the Black Pigeon system.
[Host, let me teach you how to use a browser.]
That night, a baffling post appeared on the Black Pigeon Anonymous Forum.
[Urgent, urgent, urgent. Is the Prince here? Urgently need your connections.]
1st Floor: [Schoolmates, I saw a Little Prince on the way back to the dorm. Just one look, and I’m no longer straight.]
2nd Floor: [Me, Prince. Let me see the pic.]
1st Floor: [Image] [Image]
1st Floor: [Luckily this bro has long legs and camped in the bushes to snap two shots before the Little Prince entered the dorm gate.]
2nd Floor: [Don’t seem to have seen him.]
1st Floor: [Haven’t seen him yet call yourself a Prince? You’re fake, right?]
2nd Floor: [Image]
2nd Floor posted a real-time photo. It was precisely a certain aristocrat descendant known to everyone in the academy.
3rd Floor: [Holy crap, the Little Prince in the main post is so noble. How did he wear our ragged uniform so beautifully? Brother 2, actually you’re the fake young master, right? The one in the main post is the real young master. This temperament difference is more than a huge gap.]
2nd Floor: [?]
4th Floor: [Before entering, I was thinking what big shot needs the Prince’s connections. Seeing the pic, I’m drooling directly. Butler, I want to know all the Little Prince’s info within three minutes.]
5th Floor: [Young Master hasn’t been this happy in years. Please satisfy him, schoolmates!]
6th Floor: [I know. This is my fiancée who ran away from our engagement ceremony. I disguised myself as a man to come to Floriman Academy just to find him.]
7th Floor: [Bro, this links up with the Runaway Mystery Goddess?]
8th Floor: [Running away means they don’t love you. Be self-aware and stop pestering them.]
9th Floor: [Great minds think alike. I saw him when passing the Student Council today. In person, he’s simply breathtaking. Super classy, smart, and noble.]
10th Floor: [Can the photo be withdrawn? My current persona is the Federal Buddhist Son; I can’t break my vows for beauty.]
11th Floor: [This is the Special Recruit.]
[???]
[???]
[???]
…
19th Floor: [Impossible, right? The Special Recruit can’t afford a uniform.]
20th Floor: [Didn’t a schoolmate say this morning that the Special Recruit wore a uniform?]
21st Floor: [But he said the Special Recruit ruined the uniform.]
22nd Floor: [Probably got scolded by the Special Recruit and got angry out of shame.]
23rd Floor: [I was a juror today. I testify, the person in the photo is the Special Recruit.]
In an instant, those who saw the Special Recruit’s face at the club recruitment, those who saw the Special Recruit wearing a uniform in the morning, and those who saw nothing were all dumbfounded.
24th Floor: [Holy crap, sure you’re not teasing me?]
75th Floor Bro: [Why does he look different from what I saw at the recruitment site? This one looks smarter.]
26th Floor: [I also participated in the review. I testify too, this is the Special Recruit. Not to mention the schoolmates in previous floors, even Zhao Zeryang saw the Special Recruit today and directly reversed heaven and earth, saying the Special Recruit hit him on purpose and demanding the Dealer hand the Special Recruit over to him for disposal. Seeing his unmoving eyes, I knew his disposal wouldn’t be clean.]
27th Floor: [Asking about the situation. Did he really get handed over to a certain Old Flame for disposal? I will kill.]
26th Floor: [How is that possible? Zhao Zeryang isn’t worthy! Besides, the Dealer was standing there. He personally brought the Special Recruit in, obviously declaring sovereignty. I didn’t know where Zhao Zeryang got the guts to snatch someone from the Dealer. The Dealer was so angry he issued a Yellow Card on the spot.]
29th Floor: [Issued a Yellow Card? That serious?]
26th Floor: [Yeah. One more and he won’t be protected by school rules, not far from expulsion.]
…
While everyone was gossiping normally, 756th Floor suddenly jumped out: [Really? Is the person in the photo really the Special Recruit? If it’s real, I’m making a move tomorrow.]
757th Floor: [Making a move???]
758th Floor: [What move?]
759th Floor: [You dare touch the Dealer’s person?]
756th Floor: [No one actually believed the fake news concocted by the Gossip Club, right? The romance is definitely fake.]
756th Floor: [And commoners are super easy to chase. Just buy them some stuff to coax them, and it’s fine. Maybe they’ll even brag outside about having a rich N-generation boyfriend.]
756th Floor: [If he refuses, just play rough. Grab him and kiss him however you want, touch him wherever you want. He definitely won’t resist because commoners love the ‘Dominant CEO Falls in Love with Me’ drama.]
The hot thread suddenly went silent, as if everyone lost interest in the main post’s photo and the Special Recruit.
In reality, this paragraph became a key, suddenly releasing all the evil thoughts hidden under gorgeous skins.
A Special Recruit of commoner birth, whether in this aristocratic academy or outside, was the lowest character, not even qualified to enter their families as a servant.
Possessing him, isn’t it easy as pie?
Morning, 6:00 AM
The Tennis Club had morning training. After training, the whole group dismissed.
Unexpectedly, the Tennis Club members reunited in the cafeteria.
A few people were awkward, mouthing “What a coincidence,” but in reality, unwillingly gathering at a table near the door to eat breakfast.
“You guys eat and go first. My tooth hurts today, need to eat slowly.” Saying this while glancing outside the door.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll wait for you.”
“Wait for me for what? Don’t you guys have things to do in the morning?”
“Not urgent. I just want to sit here for a while.”
“Right, right, right. I want to accompany him for a while.”
The awkward and chaotic conversation didn’t last long because Zhao Zeryang arrived.
“Everyone’s here?”
“Mn, mn. Good morning, Brother.”
“Finished eating?”
“Almost. Does Brother have any orders?”
Zhao Zeryang hooked the corner of his mouth into a lewd smile. “There’s a good thing.”
Everyone had an ominous premonition. “Wh-What good thing?”
“Did you browse the forum yesterday?”
The crowd, who had been secretly simping on the forum: “N-No, went straight to sleep after going back last night.”
Zhao Zeryang leaned forward, suppressing his voice in excitement. “After I went back, I kept thinking about that…”
Everyone was confused: “Thinking…”
“Wen Rong. The Special Recruit is called Wen Rong, right?”
Everyone’s pupils shook: “Thinking about him… for what?”
“Of course, thinking about holding him!” Zhao Zeryang sat down beside everyone, eyes full of bloodshot veins. It was obvious he really couldn’t sleep from thinking about it last night. “He’s just a commoner. Doing something to him, maybe he won’t even dare to speak up.”
Everyone’s forehead broke out in cold sweat: “Brother, isn’t this… not very good? Doesn’t fit our status at Floriman Academy.”
Zhao Zeryang licked his lips, Adam’s apple rolling. “Don’t you guys want to kiss him?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, desire gushing out.
Want to! Sitting here early in the morning just waiting for Wen Rong to appear.
But…
Did someone really take the words of the 756th Floor seriously?
A boy recovered his reason. “Brother, this is really bad. If a scandal breaks out, it will implicate the family.”
Zhao Zeryang pushed the speaker away. “You scram.”
Others tried to persuade him one after another. “Really can’t, Brother. Doing this is too low class.”
“I’m not going to force him. That post last night was right. Giving commoners like them a little money and benefit, I can be their sugar daddy.”
Everyone gasped, cursing Zhao Zeryang in their hearts for being ridiculously absurd. But thinking carefully, it felt very reasonable.
They didn’t know when they had started treating Wen Rong as a student of Floriman Academy.
But skipping the subconscious, as long as they treated Wen Rong as an ordinary commoner, all the shackles blocking them were solved.
Isn’t keeping a beautiful face very normal?
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Suddenly, footsteps rang out, stepping heavily on everyone’s heart.
Everyone looked out the door in unison—a tall and handsome figure approached.
(Little Rong’s new skill has a use [Calico Cat Head])
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