Chapter 26: Trash Concentration Camp
As soon as Wen Rong left the alleyway, he cautiously turned into a nearby building.
Based on his observation of Shi Ye’s expression, his look just now was very similar to the night of course selection. The courseware said this emotion was called excitement.
He didn’t know why he was excited. Anyway, Wen Rong was very afraid of repeating the same mistakes. Shi Ye had long legs, ran fast, and was strong; even if Wen Rong ran 100 meters ahead, he could be caught.
It was best to wait here until Shi Ye left before moving.
Wen Rong waited in boredom. He raised his hand to make a “gun” gesture, pairing it with the action of hiding behind the wall, unable to resist “finding joy in sorrow.”
Really like a movie, specifically a super cool spy thriller.
Wait until I hear footsteps, then turn around and—bang bang—knock down the enemy.
Gurgle, gurgle.
The enemy didn’t come, but his stomach suddenly sounded a protest.
Wen Rong hugged his stomach and squatted down.
Because of Zhao Zeryang’s blockade and Shi Ye’s sudden appearance, he hadn’t been able to eat that bowl of noodles.
Wasted food. Sorry, sorry.
After apologizing to the noodles, his body produced an emotion it had never felt before—annoyance.
If not for them, I could have enjoyed breakfast properly.
Those perverts are really so annoying.
I should still eat. Can’t go hungry because of perverts.
Wen Rong poked half his head out from behind the wall, just in time to see Shi Ye walking out of the alley.
Black tank top, sweatpants, running onto the tree-lined path. In a few seconds, his back disappeared.
Relieved, he came out of the building and returned to the cafeteria, planning to order another steaming bowl of noodles.
“You f*cking—you guys have been lying to me all along!”
Just as he reached the main entrance, cursing came from inside.
“Yeah, following you isn’t as good as following Shi Ye. At least he doesn’t ask everyone to kiss his stinky feet.”
“Say that again, damn it.”
“Even a commoner like Wen Rong can see you don’t compare to Shi Ye.”
Enraged, Zhao Zeryang lunged at the boy who spoke, and immediately, the two began to wrestle.
The commotion was huge; tables banged loudly as they fought.
Others wanted to intervene but didn’t dare. When the two bodies rolled to their feet, they hurriedly backed away to hide.
Wen Rong hadn’t expected them to start quarreling after Shi Ye took him away, and so fiercely at that.
He shivered, repenting for one second for his malicious intent just now.
But then he thought, I wasn’t wrong. Because this group of people in white sportswear are all “creepy uncles.” I deliberately said those things just to protect myself.
However, Wen Rong, doing something “bad” for the first time, still had some psychological burden. He sought the System in his heart to alleviate his guilt. “Brother, they have a rift between themselves. You can’t blame me for deliberately sowing discord, right?”
[Mn, blame themselves.]
Wen Rong breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered the school rule prohibiting violence.
He quietly took out his phone, observed that no one inside noticed him, and opened the camera.
Snap, snap.
School rules stated that using violence on school grounds would lead to expulsion. Wen Rong wanted to keep evidence. Next time Zhao Zeryang shamelessly pestered him with disrespectful words, he would take out the photos to threaten… protect himself.
While checking if the photos were clear, Black Pigeon popped up a few messages.
[Welcome newcomer.]
[Welcome to the new year’s trash arriving at the Black Pigeon News Club.]
[/Applause /Applause]
Wen Rong stared blankly at the group name “Trash Concentration Camp” and couldn’t help asking, “Brother, what is this?”
[Club.]
Oh!
Yesterday, Zhou Xie had assigned him to the lowest-ranked club according to school rules.
Although he knew this club wasn’t good and might lead to him not getting a scholarship, Wen Rong thought again: I’m also very bad, how can I have the nerve to despise others?
After adjusting his mindset, he typed: [Thank you for the welcome, Seniors. Good morning, Seniors.] My name is Wen Rong.
He hesitated, then deleted the second half of the sentence.
The Seniors in the group were very enthusiastic. Selfishly, he wanted to enjoy the treatment of being warmly welcomed.
Just experience it briefly. I’ll tell them I’m the Special Recruit later.
[Newcomer, come to Administration Building 100 /Flower]
[Come quick, everyone’s waiting for you. Big news. /Kiss]
[Starting today, we’ll guide you through the business /Heart]
This feeling of being welcomed made Wen Rong feel happy.
He looked at the round roof of the Administration Building in the distance, then at the battle in the cafeteria that wouldn’t end anytime soon, and replied in the group: [I’ll be right there.]
Wen Rong gave up on breakfast and walked quickly to the Administration Building.
The road was familiar because he had been there before.
Upon arrival, he first checked the location on the directory at the entrance. Left side 101-109, right side 110-120.
100 is at…
Why isn’t it there?
Even in the early morning, the lights were on in the Administration Building’s corridor. Because the hallway was deep and lined with closed doors, light couldn’t get in.
Wen Rong walked toward 101. He thought, usually, these numbers are sequential, so it should be right next to 101.
After walking about 50 meters, the door plate for 101 appeared before his eyes. Looking to the side, sure enough, there was a door without a plate next to it.
Knock, knock, knock.
“So annoying, who comes this early…”
Click. The door opened, and Wen Rong met a boy’s gaze.
“You…” The boy was stunned.
Wen Rong was a little nervous. “H-Hello, I am the new club member.”
The door seemed to be soundproof. The corridor had been quiet just a moment ago, but now that it was open, the buzzing sound of an electric drill poured out.
Wen Rong noticed the boy was holding a drill that wasn’t turned on. It wasn’t big; it could be held in one hand, and the drill bit was as thin as a needle.
Last time he went to Senior Leon’s dorm to select courses, he seemed to be holding something similar.
This doesn’t seem to be the News Club.
“Sorry, I knocked on the wrong door.”
Just as Wen Rong prepared to bow and retreat, a voice came from behind the boy. “Go busy yourself, it’s a Junior I know.”
A person wearing a mask pushed the boy aside, eyes smiling. “I knew it was you from the voice.”
Wen Rong looked up and saw azure eyes. “Senior!”
Leon took off his mask. “Why come here so early in the morning?”
“I came to join the club. The Seniors in the group said Room 100, but I don’t seem to see it.”
“100, huh…”
Leon thought for a moment. “Wait for me.”
Senior Leon walked away. Through the small crack in the door, nothing inside was visible, but the buzzing sound continued like a factory floor.
Wen Rong was a little curious. He remembered the System saying the Senior’s family dealt in precision instruments. He wondered what kind of things precision instruments were.
Wen Rong suppressed his curiosity and stood obediently at the door waiting for Leon.
A few seconds later, Leon came out through the crack. “Let’s go, I’ll take you to 100.”
“Senior,” Wen Rong couldn’t help but speak up.
“Hm?”
“You seem to always be using an electric drill. What do you do with the drill?”
“Some things used for the military.”
“Military!?”
“Yes, our club researches this.”
Wen Rong couldn’t believe it. “Is it guns?”
“Not that kind. Just some things to assist the army in reconnaissance.”
“Your club is so amazing.”
“The school’s original intention in requiring students to join clubs was for students to gather together and create value. Every club is pretty much like this.”
Wen Rong understood why club grades accounted for 30%.
Then he felt somewhat troubled. If the Senior’s club alone was this amazing, it must be very difficult for him to get a scholarship.
Walking along, the top of his head felt hot. Wen Rong looked up, his eyes stung by the blazing sunlight.
Before him was the main road outside the Administration Building. Two side-by-side shadows stretched out on the ground.
Wen Rong suddenly snapped back to reality. “Senior, why did we come out?”
“The News Club is rather special. It’s not inside the Administration Building. Over here—”
The two walked a small half-circle around the Administration Building and arrived at the back.
Connected to the back of the tall Administration Building was a single-story shack, looking like the security booth at Shi Ye’s villa. It gave a feeling of being excluded.
An ominous premonition rose in Wen Rong’s heart.
Leon stepped forward and pushed open the shack’s door.
“Write quick, write quick! Explosive! Tennis Club members fight over failed courtship; Shi Ye plays the hero saving the beauty, princess-carrying the Special Recruit away.”
The person banging on the keyboard shook his head and sighed with emotion. “Vixen, what a vixen!”
Wen Rong: “…”
He hid behind Leon, wanting to run a little.
Leon couldn’t suppress a smile and knocked on the door. “Is Zhang Jincheng here? I brought the new member the organization assigned to you.”
The two people typing passionately seemed not to hear, continuing to clack-clack on the keyboards. Finally, hitting a satisfying ‘Enter’, they leaned back in their chairs and sighed at the ceiling: “Sent.”
“There will definitely be a lot of replies! The Special Recruit is truly the traffic code.”
Leon raised his hand and knocked on the door again.
The two satisfied individuals finally turned around, grinning. “Aiyo, our club’s cute newcomer is finally here.”
“Now we have enough for a table of mahjong.”
“Finally a newcomer. The important task of carrying the camera is gloriously handed over.”
“Why is the newcomer hiding behind Leon… Come, come, come, don’t be shy, let Senior have a look.”
Wen Rong took a deep breath and silently poked out half his head.
“…”
“…”
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
The computer emitted message notification sounds, like bouncing balls dashing out, crashing all over this twenty-something square meter shack.
The two people in the shack were dumbfounded.
Wen Rong pursed his lips, not knowing how to break this silence, because it seemed he had caused it. He had indulged himself for a moment just now and hadn’t told these people he was the Special Recruit.
After a long while, the two boys: “No way—”
Leon: “It is.”
Wen Rong saw the pain on their faces, guessed he probably wasn’t welcome, and took a step back.
“Actually, seems pretty good?” one of the boys suddenly turned to tell the other. “Delivering the gossip protagonist directly to us. In the future, you won’t need to sneak into the security system to watch surveillance.”
Wen Rong: “………”
Huh?
The expressions on the two faces changed suddenly. “Seems really pretty good.” Their eyes were full of excitement.
“I’ve brought the person. Leaving first.”
“Okay, okay. I thank you on behalf of the President for taking care of our newcomer.”
Wen Rong eagerly wanted to grab Leon. He raised his hand but then thought of the drill sound just now, feeling the Senior probably still had things to be busy with.
He took a deep breath to regulate his emotions.
The two Seniors looked a little strange, but they weren’t perverts like Zhao Zeryang. They should be able to get along well.
Must get along well. Because we are people in the same club, we have to work hard for the scholarship together.
Before leaving, Leon asked Wen Rong, “You can handle it yourself, right?”
Wen Rong nodded vigorously. “Thank you, Senior, for bringing me over.”
“Then I’m going.”
“Mn, mn.”
This small room excluded by the Administration Building didn’t have much furniture. A long table, four chairs, filming equipment piled messily on the floor, plus some snacks, plastic bags…
The window was very small and shut tight. The air didn’t circulate. The smell was obvious upon entering; sitting down, one felt like fainting from the fumes.
“Are you and Shi Ye for real?”
“What did Shi Ye do to you after taking you away?”
“How did you get off the Dealer’s car that day? Are you two-timing?”
Wen Rong sat between the two like a little quail. The strange smell assaulted his brain; in comparison, the heart-stopping questions weren’t that hard to endure.
He struggled to grasp a shred of reason and answered slowly, “I have no relationship with them.”
“Oh, they are pursuing you, and you haven’t agreed yet?”
“…They aren’t pursuing me.”
One boy moved a laptop over, typing excitedly. “Let me think. The title will be Exclusive Interview with Special Recruit: Special Recruit Clarifies No Romance with Shi Ye, The Dealer, or Leon; In Reality, It’s a One-Sided Pursuit by the Three of Them.”
Wen Rong repeated, “They aren’t pursuing me.”
Immediately after, he asked, “What are we doing now?”
“Conducting an interview, of course? Our News Club’s daily work.”
Connecting this with the earlier talk of courtship and princess carries… Wen Rong frowned, then said sternly, “I think news shouldn’t be used like this. News should help others uphold justice and solve difficulties. Especially, it must tell the truth and cannot be fabricated.”
The sound of typing stopped abruptly. The two boys looked at Wen Rong together.
Wen Rong felt a bit nervous being stared at. “Did… did I say something wrong?”
The boy’s lips trembled. He held it in for a few seconds, then turned his face away and laughed loudly.
Wen Rong looked at the two in confusion, feeling his future in this club would be pitch black.
Click.
Fortunately, the door was pushed open during such an awkward moment.
The two boys finally stopped laughing at Wen Rong and looked back at the door. “President is here, hahahaha.”
Wen Rong followed their gaze to the door and saw a…
Sa-Savage?
The boy entering had a head of messy long hair, stubble all over his face, and a wrinkled uniform as if it had been balled up and pickled in a wardrobe for a few years.
Wen Rong evaluated impolitely in his heart: The Savage fits the temperament of this small room very well.
Boy: “This is our President.”
The other one: “President, this is the new member assigned to us by the organization.”
Wen Rong stood up and bowed politely to the Savage. “Hello, President.”
The Savage sized up Wen Rong through his overly long bangs. A moment later, he nodded. “From now on, he is our youngest. Little Lin, show him the ropes.”
Wen Rong was stunned. “Just—just familiarize with the business like this?”
The Savage: “Otherwise?”
“I am the Special Recruit.”
“You think you’re pretty amazing?”
Wen Rong shook his head in panic.
He just hadn’t expected to be “accepted” by these Seniors.
“Then work hard. Little Lin, you teach him. I’m catching up on sleep.”
“Got it.”
Lin Qizheng agreed and placed the laptop in his hands directly onto Wen Rong’s lap. Wen Rong was startled and hurriedly held the laptop with both hands, carefully placing it back on the table.
Computers were expensive; he dared not hold others’ valuable items.
“What’s wrong?”
Wen Rong answered honestly, “I was afraid I wouldn’t hold it steady and break it, so… just put it on the table to talk.”
The other one said, “Relax. If it breaks, he’ll be happy to death.”
Wen Rong: “………”
Huh?
The little pauper couldn’t quite understand the luxury of casually changing computers.
“By the way, I’m Zhang Lin, the Second in command of our Trash Concentration Camp. He is Lin Qizheng, the Third.”
Wen Rong: “…”
Calling oneself trash was still too rare for Wen Rong.
“Third, continue introducing the business.”
“Oh, oh, oh.” Lin Qizheng opened Black Pigeon. “Youngest, you’ve seen our posts, right?”
Wen Rong shook his head blankly.
“What? You actually don’t know.” Lin Qizheng’s face was full of pain. “Too devastating. I clearly post 10 threads every day, each with over a hundred replies.”
“What threads?”
“The forum.”
Wen Rong looked at him. “What forum?”
“You can’t be…” Lin Qizheng found the answer in the confused eyes. “You haven’t been on the forum?”
Wen Rong was embarrassed. “I don’t seem to have entered it.”
Currently, the only skills he had mastered were turning on the computer, opening Black Pigeon to read group messages, and opening the browser.
“…” Lin Qizheng was silent for a moment. “It’s okay, your Third Brother will teach you now.”
He tapped the keyboard and pointed at the screen for Wen Rong to see. “Look, this is our school’s anonymous forum. You are a big star inside.”
Wen Rong looked at the computer screen in confusion, not understanding why he would be a big star on some forum.
But when he saw the words clearly, his eyes suddenly widened round.
[The Special Recruit is so pretty, want to grab him and kiss him wildly]
[Special Recruit’s look today peaks again. White shirt, black trousers, thin waist, long legs. Absolutely beautiful]
[Really like the Special Recruit, want to be the mistress in the love quadrangle]
So many perverts?!
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