Chapter 29: A Clumsy Plan
Ding-ding-ding-ding…
Dynamic music indicating the game returning to the main interface came from the phone, blasting loudly in the security room.
“Sorry, sorry.” Big Brother hurriedly closed the game, looking left and right not knowing where to hide, then fled with his head in his hands. “Young Master, I’ll pour you guys some water.”
Click.
Shi Ye closed the door behind his back. Turning around to see Wen Rong still looking up at him, he suddenly felt dazed.
A few days ago, Wen Rong was still a wimp who shrank to the ground upon seeing him, with messy hair and a deathly pale face. But now, he really looked like a student of Floriman Academy—noble, steady, and indifferent. The rimless glasses sat quietly on the bridge of his nose, making him look even more… than when he took them off.
“I have a plan to get Zhao Zeryang expelled.”
Shi Ye was still immersed in the sweet dream of “following,” his breathing gradually becoming heavy.
“Tomorrow is the opening ceremony. I want Zhao Zeryang to beat me up in front of the school directors. That way, he violates school rules. I asked Senior Leon, the school directors can…”
Hearing the name “Leon,” Shi Ye was startled awake. “What?”
Wen Rong repeated honestly, “I said, I want Zhao Zeryang expelled. Tomorrow, I plan to let him beat me up in front of the school directors. But I think he wouldn’t dare right now, so I need you to help me provoke him a bit.”
“Wait a moment.” Shi Ye took out his phone and spoke into the microphone: “Clear everyone out.”
On the surveillance screen, the villa’s main gate opened quickly, and disappointed students poured out one after another.
Shi Ye opened the door. “Follow me.”
Wen Rong didn’t know why, but since he needed Shi Ye’s help now, he had to follow him out.
A walk of twenty-something meters. The first-floor hall of the villa had been cleared of people; even the servants were gone.
Shi Ye brought Wen Rong to the bar counter, chin pointing at the water pitcher on the table. “The cups next to it haven’t been used. Pick one you like and pour yourself water to drink.”
Wen Rong: “…”
He was a little confused. Shouldn’t we be discussing the plan at this time? Why drink water?
But Shi Ye looked determined, so Wen Rong had to do as he said.
The water was very clear. After pouring, Wen Rong lifted it and sniffed it first—no smell.
Only then did he tilt his head and drink it down in one gulp.
The liquid flowed from his mouth into his body. Initially, it was just like drinking water, not much sensation. Then, an irresistible sourness twisted his throat and rushed up into his nasal cavity. Physiological tears instantly welled up in Wen Rong’s eyes.
“Sober now?” Shi Ye spoke leisurely.
Wen Rong looked at him with tears in his eyes. Because his entire chest and lower face were too uncomfortable, he couldn’t speak, only cursing fiercely in his heart: This person is really too annoying.
“Expulsion is a very serious matter. If he gets expelled because of you, you’re dead meat, know that?”
Wen Rong bit his lip hard and shook his head.
Zhao Zeryang getting expelled means Zhao Zeryang is dead meat, right? Why am I dead meat?
“Zhao Zeryang is the sole heir of his family. Do you think you won’t face retaliation for causing his expulsion?”
Wen Rong realized.
He was facing not just one enemy, Zhao Zeryang, but the entire family behind him.
But he remained firm, trying hard to swallow his saliva. “Even if there’s retaliation, I won’t endure it anymore. He bullies me because I’m a Special Recruit, molests me because I look good. He will definitely do even worse things in the future. Tomorrow is my only chance.”
“…”
Shi Ye was silent for a few seconds, then turned around with hands on hips, kicked the air hard a few times, and turned back to say, “This plan of yours has no skill at all. And Zhao Zeryang isn’t a fool; he definitely won’t beat you up in front of the school directors.”
“He will. I’ve already angered everyone. The forum must be full of people cursing me now, wanting me expelled. What he likes most is brainless pandering. Also, he is very jealous of you. Knowing I ignored him but followed you instead, he must hate me very, very much. When the time comes, I’ll say some more things to anger him…”
“And then? The school directors know a Special Recruit got beaten up; will they discard Zhao Zeryang, a student enrolled normally, for you?”
Wen Rong shut his mouth.
He considered Zhao Zeryang, considered himself, but hadn’t considered the directors’ attitude.
Nor had he considered that after Zhao Zeryang was expelled, he himself would face retaliation.
His “ignorance and childishness” were still limiting him. This plan indeed needed more detailed consideration.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
Wen Rong tried his best to think maturely about what Shi Ye said, answering him, “Because I discovered I have nothing. Wanting to defeat the enemy is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Even if I succeed by luck, it will be a pyrrhic victory ending in mutual destruction.”
“Last time you said I wasn’t as hardworking as you guys. Actually, you should have wanted to say that I’m not in the same class as you. You are all at the very top, while I am at the very bottom.”
Wen Rong said these words calmly, no emotion visible on his face. But hearing them, Shi Ye could inexplicably feel the despair in his heart.
And this morning, Wen Rong had indeed been harassed by Zhao Zeryang and his group.
Shi Ye rubbed his hair. “Just do it.”
“?”
“Tomorrow you make him cause a scene, I’ll get him expelled.”
Light suddenly appeared in Wen Rong’s eyes. “You’re willing to help me?”
That expression was completely different from just now, and completely different from before. His ethereal eyes gathered light, sparkling. Only now did Wen Rong look like a living person.
Shi Ye raised a hand to block the lower half of his face, the tips of his ears completely red. “I’m also helping myself. After all, didn’t you suggest I replace the Tennis Club President before?”
“Thank you!”
“Mn. But I want to say your plan is too clumsy. Don’t use it again next time.”
“Thank you!”
Shi Ye: “…”
Wen Rong took out his phone and pulled up a QR code. “Can I add your Black Pigeon? I need to go back and deepen my plan now. If there are new changes, I’ll contact you.”
Shi Ye hesitatingly took out his phone and added Wen Rong’s Black Pigeon.
An avatar honestly using a student ID photo. ID: Wen Rong.
Shi Ye put this account into the classmate group, then suddenly thought about the big plan to get Zhao Zeryang expelled with him. He decided to create a separate group for Wen Rong for easy contact, for the sake of this matter.
After processing, thinking of Wen Rong saying everyone on the forum was cursing him, his curiosity was aroused. After all, ten minutes ago he had seen comments plotting against Wen Rong on it.
[If you want to force love, look at your own worth first. You stinking dogs without even a name are only fit to lick my shoes.]
Poster: Wen Rong
Shi Ye: ???
…
Wen Rong only checked the forum after returning to the dorm.
1st Floor: [Who is impersonating the Special Recruit to speak?]
2nd Floor: [Is it the person himself? So arrogant?]
3rd Floor: [I don’t believe it. My obedient wife couldn’t possibly say such things.]
Senior Lin Qizheng was indeed amazing.
Wen Rong’s brain experienced a terrible shock. He quickly closed the forum, opened the window, and took a few deep breaths against the wind.
It’s fine, it’s fine. Although the content of the post deviates somewhat from the plan, the result is consistent. Now all the students are very angry because they are people of the top class and were looked down upon by me.
[Host, do you want to clarify?]
Wen Rong asked instead, “Brother, can my plan succeed?”
[Host asking means Host also feels it won’t succeed.]
Wanted to make its success probability a bit higher.
Wen Rong patted his face, returned to the computer, laboriously typed out his name in the poster field, and replied in the box: [Why are you as ridiculous as Zhao Zeryang? This morning he asked if I would follow him. I don’t understand. Since I have to find someone to follow, why don’t I find Shi Ye who is more powerful than him? The same logic applies to you.]
Once the message was out, the thread exploded instantly, completely achieving Wen Rong’s plan.
— “If you really want to do this, you must choose the right timing and the right partner.”
Wen Rong suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.
It didn’t necessarily just refer to the big matter of getting Zhao Zeryang expelled.
He, a lowly nobody, carried no weight when speaking, but by getting involved with some powerful figures, he could achieve his goals more easily.
His anxious mood calmed down. Wen Rong took out a pen and listed tomorrow’s plan in his notebook. After pondering for a while, he drew a big five-pointed star on the latter part of the plan and wrote the name of the big shot in this plan—Shi Ye.
Floriman Academy Opening Ceremony Day.
Senior Leon notified in the group to gather downstairs at the dorm in the morning. After going downstairs, Wen Rong didn’t see Senior Leon but saw the Student Council Senior he had met at the club recruitment site before.
Wen Rong didn’t know his name, but he had an impression of his chestnut curly hair.
“Leon has something to do. I’ll take you to the Great Hall.”
He spoke very little; apart from this sentence, there was nothing else along the way.
Wen Rong walked at the very back of the line, listening to other classmates continue discussing content related to him.
Not very pleasant to hear, but he didn’t care anymore.
The avenue at the entrance of the Great Hall had four wide lanes. Poplar trees were trimmed neatly, planted every ten meters, stretching to the end a hundred meters away. A row of long poles lined the side horizontally. Ropes hung from the sides of the poles, and at the top of the ropes, flags of different colors fluttered in the wind.
Before entering the Great Hall, a carpet with golden patterns rolled on both sides clung to the stairs. After each new student walked up, their shoe soles looked as if stamped with color, dazzlingly red.
Most of them walked in front of Wen Rong, but keenly sensed Wen Rong’s presence. They turned back one after another, some even stopping for Wen Rong.
Invisibly, a wide path opened up in the middle.
Wen Rong knew last night’s post had worked and guessed they must be cursing him right now. He walked past them calmly.
Just as he finished the steps and prepared to contact Lin Qizheng, Wen Rong suddenly heard the long-lost AI voice.
[Accepting Mission Four]
[Mission Process: Ban from using the restroom at the start of school]
[Host, you need to go to the restroom now.]
A bit of a strange mission. And I specifically didn’t drink water this morning, so I don’t want to go to the restroom.
But these suddenly arriving points are very important!
Wen Rong turned around to find a restroom. After being stopped at the door by two people in black uniforms saying the Special Recruit wasn’t worthy of using the school restroom, he happily returned to the hall with 1 point.
The two in black uniforms probably hadn’t seen anyone so happy about being despised, standing there rather speechless.
As Wen Rong walked, his steps suddenly stopped.
“Brother, is it that I can only trigger missions when the whole school hates me?”
[What?]
“A few days ago, everyone was fantasizing about me; they should have had goodwill towards me, so I never triggered a mission. But just now I suddenly triggered a mission… I was thinking, is it because since last night they started hating me again?”
[Perhaps.]
“Mn. Verify it again after this is over.”
Floriman Academy’s opening ceremony was no different from the ones Wen Rong had attended before. Leaders spoke, the principal spoke. The difference probably lay in the string of Federal Government official titles the principal read out when introducing the leaders.
Wen Rong saw a student next to him take out a phone, so he quietly took out his phone too.
Lin Qizheng: [Ready. Put on the earpiece I gave you yesterday, we’ll voice call.]
Last night he asked the Senior to help keep an eye on the school directors’ movements and message him when they were about to reach the cafeteria so he could provoke Zhao Zeryang. The Senior was very excited, like a secret agent, and mysteriously gave Wen Rong an earpiece the size of a fingernail.
Wen Rong put on the earpiece and heard Lin Qizheng’s voice. “Heard Zhao Zeryang is incredibly angry today. He bumped into several people before class.”
Plan proceeding smoothly.
On the way to the cafeteria, Wen Rong felt inexplicably lighter.
The cafeteria was crowded with students. Wen Rong was the only one who didn’t feel crowded. He noticed dark-skinned Zhao Zeryang in the crowd at first glance. There were injuries on his face; he must have fought a fierce battle with his club members yesterday.
Zhao Zeryang also saw him, expression ferocious, but he seemed to have scruples and turned his back.
Wen Rong hesitated, found an empty seat to sit down, and messaged Lin Qizheng: [Senior, please post on the forum saying Zhao Zeryang has broken with the Tennis Club members because of me. The others have defected to Shi Ye, and the position of Tennis Club President will change hands soon.]
Lin Qizheng: “OK.”
After sending the message, Wen Rong stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth with chopsticks.
Sure enough, three or four minutes later, Zhao Zeryang stormed over with his bowl and sat opposite Wen Rong.
“I thought you were so high and mighty. Shi Ye waves his hand and you go over like a dog.”
Wen Rong listened carefully to the movement in the earpiece. No news from Lin Qizheng meant the school directors hadn’t come to the cafeteria yet.
Wen Rong stalled Zhao Zeryang: “Is there anything wrong with what I said?”
Lin Qizheng: “Done for. The school directors seem to be heading toward the library.”
Wen Rong’s heart tightened. Opposite him, Zhao Zeryang spoke: “Just a bitch. Wait until Shi Ye gets tired of playing with you—”
Lin Qizheng hurriedly said again, “Coming, coming. They met Senior Leon on the road. Don’t know what was said, but they turned around and came back.”
Wen Rong relaxed and said the lines he had prepared long ago. “Following him is definitely more comfortable than following you. Not only do I think so, those boys beside you before must also think so. Otherwise, why are you alone now?”
Crash—
Zhao Zeryang flipped his tray and stood up. Wen Rong knew he couldn’t control himself anymore and was about to get physical.
“Brother, I want to use 1 point to redeem…”
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