Chapter 28: I’m Already Following You part 1
“Then Zhao Zeryang’s remote control…”
Before he could finish, the door beside them opened, and a head popped out. “Leon, stop whispering sweet nothings to the little junior. There’s something here we can’t figure out.”
Wen Rong realized his inappropriateness and hurriedly apologized. “Sorry, Senior, for wasting your time.”
“You go in first, I’ll be right there.” Leon shooed the boy away with the back of his hand, then turned back to say, “You didn’t waste my time. If you really want to do this, you must choose the right timing and the right partner. Tomorrow, during the opening ceremony, many school directors will come to the school. Seize the opportunity.”
By the time Wen Rong walked out of the Administration Building’s main entrance, he had completely composed himself.
Students were trickling into the Administration Building, their gazes lingering on him.
However, thinking of his parents, he grew bolder. He didn’t dodge those gazes at all, holding his head high and chest out as he walked a half-circle back to Room 100.
The three members of the News Club were all still there. Laptops were placed on chairs, and over a dozen takeout boxes occupied the table, the air filled with the savory aroma of hot food.
Lin Qizheng held up a pair of chopsticks and turned around. “Aha, Youngest is back.”
Zhang Lin kicked Lin Qizheng and moved the laptop off the chair. “Youngest, come sit. You didn’t eat breakfast, right? Aiyo, so pitiful. Not long after you went in, Shi Ye took you away, and you didn’t dare enter the cafeteria when you came back. There are noodles here, come eat.”
Except for Zhang Jincheng, who was bowing his head eating noodles, both Lin Qizheng and Zhang Lin were looking at him. Wen Rong could now tell their expressions were “friendly.”
His nose felt inexplicably sour.
He was truly fickle; now he liked this school a little bit again.
He met Senior Leon here, and the seniors in the News Club were also very good to him.
“Thank you, Senior.”
Wen Rong walked to the chair and sat down, accepting the chopsticks with both hands as if receiving an honor.
When the lid was lifted, steam instantly blurred Wen Rong’s glasses. He tilted his head back, waiting for the lenses to clear up.
Just then, a doubt surfaced in his mind. “How did you know I was taken away by Shi Ye!”
And the princess carry, and the fight… they were already writing the post when he entered the door, almost as fast as a live broadcast.
Lin Qizheng: “Uh, this is our News Club’s mysterious skill. Passed down only to veterans, not newcomers. Wait until you’ve honed your skills for a few more years, then we’ll teach you this technique.”
Zhang Lin rolled his eyes. “He hacked into the security room’s surveillance and saw it.”
Wen Rong’s eyes widened. “Senior, you’re actually a hacker!”
Lin Qizheng waved his hands in panic. “No, I am definitely not.”
Zhang Lin: “He’s a piece of trash who was ruthlessly crushed by hackers.”
Lin Qizheng’s face changed color. He nodded. “Yes, I’m actually just trash.”
Crushed? Trash? Wen Rong didn’t understand. He only knew the senior hacked other people’s computers.
“You are so amazing!”
“I’m not amazing.”
Lin Qizheng felt the new Special Recruit in their club was a bit annoying. He had said it so clearly—he wasn’t amazing, he was just trash. He didn’t want to recall the past when he feared nothing in heaven or earth and thought he was the only supreme being in the world, because the fall when he failed was miserable. He didn’t want to experience that feeling a second time.
But just as he was about to speak up to stop Wen Rong, he was blocked by a suddenly elevated, excited voice—
“Senior, you have to admit you are amazing.”
“The President said he hates people who humblebrag the most.”
“Our club has to be good; no one can hate anyone.”
“Cough, cough—”
Zhang Lin choked on the food in his mouth, clutching his chest and coughing violently.
Towards the end, he laughed while coughing, slapping the table in excitement.
Lin Qizheng: “…”
Wen Rong: “?”
The Savage opposite him pushed the takeout box on the table toward Wen Rong. “Eat your breakfast, you talk too much.”
Wen Rong didn’t know what he said wrong, but afraid of making more mistakes by speaking more, he picked up his chopsticks and ate silently.
After breakfast, Lin Qizheng taught Wen Rong how to post and reply on the forum, and how to use the mini-program he specially developed to detect post data.
Dense text scanned across his glasses lenses. Wen Rong hesitated for a long time facing the computer before asking Lin Qizheng if he could let him see the account that could view names again.
Lin Qizheng was alert. “What do you want to do?”
It was Wen Rong’s first day learning to be “bad,” and he wasn’t very good at hiding his thoughts yet. He said directly, “I want to learn a bit about Zhao Zeryang.”
“Why do you want to learn about him? He’s fantasizing about you.”
“I want him expelled.”
“…”
“…”
The air fell into silence. Lin Qizheng and Zhang Lin’s faces briefly lost expression.
The Savage spoke coldly: “Ambitious.”
As if buffering the awkwardness in the small shack, Zhang Lin silently gave a thumbs-up to Wen Rong.
Lin Qizheng also came back to his senses, his eyes suddenly lighting up. “This idea is good! Challenging. Come, come, come, Senior will open it for you.”
“Senior, I also want to see all the posts about me.”
Lin Qizheng’s fingers stiffened. “…”
“Wh-What’s wrong?”
Wen Rong’s eyes, illuminated by the computer screen, felt like spring water—pristine, clear, and ethereal, inexplicably inducing a sense of guilt.
Cold wind howled in Lin Qizheng’s heart: Holy crap, the part about you was all posted by me. If I show you, can we still maintain a harmonious club friendship?
“Senior…”
Zhang Lin spoke up silently, “You won’t get angry after reading it, right?”
Wen Rong shook his head. “I won’t get angry because they offend me anymore. That’s proof I look good. My face is a gift from my parents.”
Hearing about gifts and parents, Lin Qizheng’s heart almost melted. “Aiyo, Junior, you really are sweet-mouthed and cute. Satisfy you, satisfy you.
“But before you look, Senior apologizes to you first. After apologizing, you aren’t allowed to get angry, okay?”
“Why apologize…”
Lin Qizheng didn’t answer. His fingers banged on the keyboard, searching for the three words “Special Recruit.” The page popped up, displaying a list of posts ten pages long.
Seeing a streak of “Poster: Lin Qizheng,” Wen Rong finally knew why he had to apologize first.
The people in this News Club were nice, but it was indeed as Senior Leon said—a gossip gathering place.
[Love of the Century: Shi Ye’s clumsy courtship, drawing a heart on the Special Recruit’s bed]
What?!
Wen Rong’s eyelid twitched as he clicked on the post.
Lin Qizheng’s features scrunched together.
After reading the words on the first few floors, Wen Rong was too shocked to speak, stuttering an explanation, “Th-This was Shi Ye getting someone… it was people from his villa pouring paint on my bed.”
Lin Qizheng covered his face and nodded. “Sorry, I know I was wrong.”
Zhang Lin: “Don’t look at the main post! Let’s look below.”
The mouse clicked, and the page scrolled down.
Zhang Jincheng: [Putting other things aside for now, haven’t you all noticed the Special Recruit is quite good-looking? I work in the film industry; I’m very accurate at judging people.]
Lin Qizheng froze instantly, looking along with Zhang Lin at the Savage sleeping on the table.
“President, when did you work in the film industry?”
“Making up identities when you’re out and about?”
“Uh… this post is from several days ago, right? President, you saw the Youngest back then?”
“Just saw him on the road.” The person lying on the table didn’t lift his head, his voice spooky.
Wen Rong thought, So the President is named Zhang Jincheng, ‘Jinxiu Qiancheng’ (Splendid Future). His parents must have had high hopes for him.
Below Zhang Jincheng’s comment, Shi Ye: [Are you blind?]
Wen Rong was a little surprised, but also a bit glad. Shi Ye seemed to really dislike him, unlike the other perverts.
Qi Yuan: [Does it matter what he looks like? The point is to get the Special Recruit expelled. School rules forbidding violence doesn’t mean we can’t trip him up privately.]
Wen Rong’s index finger trembled, his mouth slightly opening in surprise.
Qi Yuan actually thought like this? He had lent him a handkerchief before and said he wanted to be friends.
Although Wen Rong indeed didn’t want too much contact with Qi Yuan, this two-faced behavior still brought a huge shock to the innocent him.
Shi Ye: [Idiot.]
Qi Yuan: [Brother, I know you are anxious, but don’t be anxious yet… The premise is, do you dare to oppose Shi Ye?]
“Pfft—” Zhang Lin slapped the table and laughed wildly. “Those two are so funny?”
Lin Qizheng couldn’t hold back either. “I thought our President secretly praising Youngest’s looks was already funny enough; I didn’t expect these two to be the heavyweights.”
Wen Rong actually didn’t think it was funny. He was even confused. Shi Ye should dislike him quite a bit; why did he curse the other party when they wanted to get him expelled?
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