Chapter 41: It’s Senior’s Fault
Leon struggled to maintain his smile.
He felt he should be the person Wen Rong liked the most. Wen Rong listened to him so well, came to him when sad, and sought him out when in trouble.
What kind of magic potion did those three from the News Club give Wen Rong? Why did Wen Rong seem to like them more now?
“Why don’t you like me?” Leon couldn’t help asking.
Afraid of getting the answer “I dislike you,” he hurriedly added, “You don’t wish for me to be happy, don’t wish for me to live well, and don’t want to protect me?”
Wen Rong moved his hands from his face. His eyes were adorned with a few scattered tears as he looked at Leon apologetically. “Senior, I haven’t thought about that.”
This was Wen Rong’s polished version using his not-so-low EQ.
Actually, he wanted to say: When nothing happens, I never think of you.
I’m truly awful. Senior is the second person to treat me well in this world (System is first), yet how come I never thought of him!
“Saying that, Senior is really going to be sad.”
Wen Rong felt even more guilty. “I’m sorry.”
Leon leaned back, his azure eyes falling into complete darkness. “Besides sorry, is there nothing else to compensate me?”
“Compensate?”
Wen Rong pondered.
Indeed, he needed to compensate. He had wronged the Senior.
“It’s okay, take your time thinking.”
Wen Rong really tilted his head and thought slowly.
Putting Senior Leon in Zhang Jincheng’s situation… if Senior Leon’s silk was snatched… seemed unlikely. The Senior participated in key Federal research projects; his club made military instruments. They couldn’t do without him. The Senior shouldn’t experience such things.
Then would the Senior lose like Lin Qizheng?
Wen Rong’s train of thought stopped here. Confusion faded from his face, and he sat up straight, as confident as when he exposed the corrupt school spirit to Judge Ernst.
“Senior.” He called Leon seriously.
“Figured it out?”
Nodding. “I think it’s your problem.”
Leon froze, suspecting he heard wrong. “Me?”
“Mm.”
“Why is it my problem?”
“I know the President likes to sleep, Senior Zhang Lin likes wearing wom… beautiful clothes, and Senior Lin Qizheng plays games. We chat in the News Club group every night, sometimes meeting in Room 100. But I seem to know nothing about what Senior does. You don’t tell me if you had a happy day, if you encountered anything interesting. And, every time it’s me finding you.”
Leon laughed dumbfoundedly. “Putting it that way, it really is my problem.”
“Mm, Senior doesn’t seem to tell me things about yourself.”
“It’s all boring stuff. Would you be interested?”
Wen Rong nodded. “As long as it’s Senior saying it, I’ll be interested.”
Leon rolled his eyes. “Then I’ll tell you something now.”
“Mm-hm.”
“I received a confession from a junior these past few days.”
Wen Rong’s eyes widened. “A boy…?”
“Is it still hard for you to accept boys being with boys?”
Wen Rong nodded silently.
“Even if you don’t dislike Senior Liang liking you?”
“…” Wen Rong thought again. “Senior, I thought about it again. I think I like Senior Liang. He is a good person; I wish him happiness. But this like doesn’t mean I want to build a family with him. My like is different from his like.”
Leon pulled the corner of his mouth. “Did you have a girl you liked before?”
Wen Rong shook his head.
“Then how can you be sure you don’t like boys?”
He was stumped.
He hadn’t liked a girl, or even anyone. So how could he be sure he couldn’t accept boys being with boys?
—Boys can’t give birth.
Wen Rong happily found the answer. “Because boys can’t have babies. I want to find a job after graduation, buy a house, get married, and have a family.”
“Must a family have children?”
Wen Rong nodded: “Yes!”
“Why?”
Why…
Because that’s how it was on TV: a man, a woman, and a child. Just like the family he might have had—Mom, Dad, and him.
Advertisements during Spring Festival were all like that; lots of kids made it lively.
“Because that’s very happy,” Wen Rong answered.
“When you are with the three from the News Club, are you happy?”
Wen Rong nodded vigorously. “Mm.”
Leon smiled. “Boys can be happy together too.”
“…”
“Are you thinking about the difference between that happiness and the happiness I’m talking about?”
Wen Rong said embarrassedly, “Mm…”
“No difference.” Leon restarted the car. “Gender has never been important. What matters is who you choose.”
“Is, is that so?”
“Mm. I rejected that junior because I didn’t like him. But if a junior I liked confessed to me, I think I would accept.”
“Senior, you don’t mind he’s a boy?”
“If he said he liked me, that would be the happiest thing. Where would I have the energy to consider if he’s male or female?”
After waiting a few seconds without Wen Rong’s response, he changed the subject helplessly. “My sharing is done. Now it’s your turn.”
“Oh, oh.”
The atmosphere improved a lot for the second half of the journey. Wen Rong told Leon about the strange things in Liangzi Lixue’s lab, and how Liangzi Lixue suddenly pulled a skirt out of the closet, making Wen Rong think he was a pervert at the time.
When they returned to the Administration Building, good news came from Zhang Jincheng too: the police found the fire had nothing to do with Zhang Jincheng, temporarily clearing him of suspicion.
Zhang Jincheng entered Room 100 full of joy. Wen Rong, Lin Qizheng, and Zhang Lin also excitedly showed him the cocoons, faces full of anticipation, waiting for praise.
However, Zhang Jincheng looked at the table full of cocoons and held his forehead. “Do you know how many machines and steps are needed to turn this many cocoons into silk and finally into cloth?”
Three confused faces: “?”
“Probably the amount needed for me to go to jail for 10 years stepping on a sewing machine.”
Silence filled Room 100.
After looking at each other, the three simultaneously scooped the cocoons into their arms.
Zhang Lin: “Since the President doesn’t want them, let’s sell this stuff. Only pile in the world, should make quite a lot of money, right, Youngest?”
Wen Rong nodded blindly.
Lin Qizheng: “Buy you pretty dresses then.”
Wen Rong shook his head in panic.
“Don’t. This is Senior Liang’s goodwill. If our President doesn’t appreciate it, forget it.”
Zhang Jincheng erupted with rare excitement, snatching the cocoons from their hands. “Who said I didn’t want them? I want them.”
Lin Qizheng: “Say you were wrong!”
“Sorry. I’m willing to step on a sewing machine for ten years for this.”
…
That night, the forum, which had been silent due to real names, heated up again.
[Crying with emotion. Goddess Wen Rong wore Mi Lulu’s dress for me. From now on, I decided to raise a few more silkworms for the world.]
Poster: Liangzi Lixue
[??? Senior, dare to mention Wen Rong? Not afraid of expulsion?]
Liangzi Lixue: [Goddess Wen Rong’s cosplay of Mi Lulu is super accurate. Couldn’t resist showing off.]
[Holy sh*t, want to see. Senior, I’m willing to shovel poop in your lab. Please show me.]
[I want to see too, I want to see too. Senior, I won’t shovel poop; I’ll leech off them to see.]
[Aren’t you afraid of violating rules?]
[As long as we don’t say disgusting things like Zhao Zeryang, it should be fine, right?]
Liangzi Lixue: [Won’t show you. Goddess took it specially for me. Just wanted to say it to make you envious.]
[Senior, how did you convince the Rebel to wear a skirt? Are you dating him?]
Smash—
A phone smashed against the wall, instantly breaking into three pieces.
“F*ck!”
Shi Ye punched the sandbag askew. Muscles on his arm were taut, trembling violently at the depression.
“Shi… Brother Shi.” Qi Yuan trembled. “Brother Shi, what’s wrong?”
The butler, accustomed to this, thoughtfully handed Shi Ye water and a towel.
Drinking water, rinsing his head, wiping his face. After the routine, Shi Ye’s murderous expression finally subsided.
He took a deep breath, annoyed that he shouldn’t have sulked at noon.
He had no status in Wen Rong’s heart. He sulked and left, and Wen Rong ignored him completely, turning around to give someone else the chance to see Wen Rong cosplay Mi Lulu.
“Brother Shi… if there’s anything, you order, I’ll do it.”
“Nothing.”
After speaking, Shi Ye thought of something and called Qi Yuan back. “Wait.”
Qi Yuan nodded repeatedly. “Brother Shi, speak.”
“Do you know how to have a good relationship with a boy?”
“What?”
“Just… that kind of very dull boy… who doesn’t like playing tennis.”
Qi Yuan was confused. “Why have a good relationship with that kind of person?”
Shi Ye rubbed his hair irritably, wanting to distill Wen Rong’s attributes more specifically, but saying more would expose it.
Wait, expose what?
Shi Ye huffed a breath.
No, what am I afraid of? Wen Rong isn’t dating Leon. I’m not a homewrecker.
“I mean Wen Rong. Do you know how to build a good relationship with him?”
Frank words landed in Qi Yuan’s ears like a bomb.
Qi Yuan lowered his head pretending to think, actually controlling his expression. “But Brother Shi… we bullied Wen Rong at the start of school. He seems very resistant to us.”
“You don’t need to worry about this. He has forgiven me. I won’t mention this to him in the future.”
Qi Yuan: ?
Recalling being rejected twice, Qi Yuan couldn’t help sizing up Shi Ye, then himself.
Why forgive Shi Ye?!
Qi Yuan quickly changed direction. “I just looked at the forum. Wen Rong seems to have someone in his heart.”
Shi Ye frowned. “Who?”
“Senior Liangzi Lixue.”
“Impossible!”
“Brother Shi, look at the forum. Senior Liang declared sovereignty. Wen Rong cosplayed Mi Lulu for him.” Seeing Shi Ye’s expression unchanged, Qi Yuan added strong medicine, “As far as I know, Mi Lulu’s dresses are all that revealing kind, exposing legs and chest princess dresses. Unless it’s an intimate relationship, he wouldn’t wear it for Senior Liang, right?”
Shi Ye’s face went blank for a moment. “What does Mi Lulu look like?”
Hooked!
Qi Yuan quickly searched for photos of Mi Lulu, specifically picking some revealing photos created by strange otakus—little fabric, erotic angles—and quickly showed them to Shi Ye.
Shi Ye showed rare shock. “This is Mi Lulu?”
Qi Yuan: “Mm-hm.”
“Wearing so little?”
“Mm-hm. I heard Senior Liang is an otaku, and otakus like this the most. Wen Rong wearing this kind of clothes to take photos for him shows Wen Rong isn’t a good thing. He and Senior Liang definitely have that kind of relat—”
Before the dirty water was finished splashing, a “F*ck” rang out in the villa. Shi Ye put on his jacket while walking out, not even undoing the wraps on his hands.
“Brother Shi—where are you going at night?”
“I’m going to kill Liangzi Lixue.”
A fierce roar entered his ears. Qi Yuan shook all over, struck by lightning.
Not blaming Wen Rong for taking such photos, but blaming Liangzi Lixue instead?
Done for.
Shi Ye really likes Wen Rong!
If Shi Ye likes Wen Rong, there’s no share for me.
Qi Yuan took out his phone and opened Black Pigeon, watching the crowd on the forum begging for pictures, starting to call Wen Rong “Goddess.”
This time was scarier than everyone clamoring to get Wen Rong on the forum before.
Because there was one more competitor, Shi Ye—an opponent no one could defeat.
Not saying he would win, but as long as he stood on the battlefield, no one dared to enter the ring.
Qi Yuan squatted down, curled his index finger into his mouth, and soon bit a row of teeth marks on the knuckle.
He had to stay away from Wen Rong temporarily because his comments on the forum were exposed, but he didn’t expect Shi Ye to have thoughts about Wen Rong in such a short time.
No.
Must find a way to kick Shi Ye out.
In his panic, Qi Yuan thought of when Shi Ye took everyone to “intercept” Wen Rong at the start of school.
That’s it. Shi Ye hated him so much because Wen Rong saved Shi Ye’s illegitimate half-brother.
Shi Ye must have forgotten this, so he was charmed by Wen Rong. As long as his brother enrolls, he will definitely remember again.
Qi Yuan made up his mind and took out his phone to dial the new mistress of the Shi family.
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Shi Ye: Sulking [Eye Roll]
Leon: Ranking Up [Starry Eyes]
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