Chapter 56: You Are So Annoying
After sending that message, Wen Rong clicked on Shi Ye’s profile, went to the top right corner, and selected Delete.
Deleted. This matter was completely over.
He patted his cheeks to slap away the anger filling his head, then stomped back to the dormitory with heavy steps, his body swaying crookedly like a giant walking in a land of little people.
He had Teacher Xu Qiu’s class the next morning. Wen Rong sat in the middle of the first row as usual. Although he hadn’t had interactions with Shi Ye before, today he deliberately kept his neck stiff, determined not to see even a glimpse of Shi Ye.
When the dismissal bell rang, Wen Rong changed his usual style and quickly packed his things, preparing to run. Just as he was about to leave the door, he was suddenly pulled back by another classmate.
Wen Rong turned around. The classmate pointed to the lectern. “Teacher Xu Qiu is looking for you.”
More and more students were walking toward the door. Wen Rong stood on his tiptoes to see Teacher Xu Qiu packing her things by the lectern.
She was dressed very casually, somewhat like Jiang Zhiyue. Her hair was casually pinned up with a claw clip, and her expression was cold, though not intentionally so—she seemed exhausted, unable to maintain an expression on her face.
Wen Rong walked to the lectern. “Teacher Xu Qiu, thank you for the book list you shared with me before.”
“Finished them all?”
“Yes, read them all.”
“I can tell. Your assignments have shown obvious improvement recently. I’ll give you a new book list tonight.”
Wen Rong hadn’t expected a new book list. Not knowing if this was special treatment, but being guided in his studies by a teacher for the first time, he couldn’t help but bow in thanks. “Thank you, Teacher.”
“No need to thank me; I’m helping myself. Reading your assignments used to be very strenuous.”
Wen Rong blushed instantly, changing his thanks to an apology.
Xu Qiu waved her hand to decline it and took out a small box from her bag, handing it to him. “This. Leon asked me to give it to you.”
“Senior?”
Before Wen Rong could finish his shock, the box dropped. He hurriedly reached out to catch it.
It wasn’t heavy. The item inside wasn’t large, rattling even within that short fall.
“Yes. He took a six-hour car ride specifically to my place to instruct me to bring it to you.”
Then the item in the box must be extremely precious.
Wen Rong weighed his words, wanting to thank Teacher Xu Qiu again, but her phone on the desk rang. It looked like a call.
“I’m leaving. Remember to message me once you finish the books.”
The sound of a helicopter cut through the corridor and flooded into the classroom. Wen Rong held the box and zoned out for a moment before opening it right there on the lectern.
Inside was a very, very small object with a metallic texture.
There was also a note written by Senior Leon in the box.
—Ever played with firecrackers? If you meet someone you don’t like, turn on the switch of this thing and throw it in their pocket. A second later, they’ll get ‘zapped’ a bit.
What a magical thing.
Wen Rong couldn’t resist taking the object out of his pocket and holding it up against the light to examine it carefully.
Squinting, he suddenly realized Shi Ye was still sitting in the classroom.
The overly high ceiling of the classroom gave a sense of oppression. Shi Ye looked down from above, his expression rather unpleasant.
Their eyes met naturally.
Wen Rong paused, quickly shoved the gift from Senior Leon into his bag, turned his head, and left the classroom.
When Wen Rong arrived at the cafeteria, it was peak hour.
He deliberately kept his distance from others, but inadvertently, he would still bump into people. After apologizing and continuing on, he didn’t notice the people he bumped into rubbing their arms and lifting their chins at their companions, looking quite eager to show off.
“Youngest.”
Amidst the noise, Lin Qizheng waved and called out to Wen Rong from not far away.
Wen Rong brightened up, carrying his tray to sit opposite Lin Qizheng.
Not long after, Zhang Lin came over too. “Number Three, how is the software coming along?”
Lin Qizheng was originally eating happily, but hearing this, his expression turned ugly. “Don’t talk about work while eating. I’m stressed to death.”
“Don’t I know you? If I don’t rush you, you won’t do a thing.”
“Youngest isn’t rushing me, so why are you rushing!”
“Rushing to invest!”
Wen Rong was stunned. “Invest?”
Zhang Lin: “Yeah. I think this software has a bright future; maybe it can break Blue Book’s monopoly. So I plan to establish a company specifically to operate this software. When the time comes, Youngest, you will also be a share—”
Zhang Lin’s voice stopped abruptly. His eyes looked toward the door, and he gradually frowned.
Wen Rong and Lin Qizheng felt strange and followed his gaze. They saw Zhang Jincheng carrying a bag for a boy next to him, his posture as low as a servant. He ushered the boy to sit down and even helped fetch his meal.
Wen Rong found this scene familiar. Qi Yuan treated Shi Jing exactly the same way.
His gaze unconsciously shifted from Zhang Jincheng to the boy being taken care of. He had long hair and looked very artistic, wearing no tie but a small silk scarf around his neck.
Perhaps the gazes of the three were too intense, for the long-haired man keenly noticed them and looked up.
Whether it was Wen Rong’s illusion or not, he felt the long-haired man was looking at him.
Two seconds later, the long-haired man stood up and walked straight toward the three of them.
Wen Rong, having had too much experience, quickly stuffed rice into his mouth, wolfing it down. By the time the long-haired man sat unceremoniously across from him, only half the food was left on his plate.
“Wen—Rong—”
The long-haired man’s voice carried an indescribable ambiguity.
“Is there something you need?” Zhang Lin asked before Wen Rong could.
“Just came to say hello. Don’t be so nervous, I won’t eat him.”
When saying “him,” his eyes rolled up and down, sizing up Wen Rong as if wanting to see him inside and out. Then he swallowed his saliva and leaned forward, appearing to want to get closer to Wen Rong.
“What are you doing sitting over here?” Zhang Jincheng, who came over with a tray, reached out to block that obsessive gaze.
The long-haired man tilted his body, dodging the “obstacle” created by Zhang Jincheng. “Your silk threads, did Wen Rong get them from Quantum Mechanics?”
Zhang Jincheng frowned and reached out to pull Wen Rong up. “Finished eating? If you’re finished, go study.”
“Mm.” Wen Rong thought, thank goodness I shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice just now.
“Don’t be in such a rush to make him leave,” the long-haired man said. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Wang Allen.”
Hearing this name, Wen Rong subconsciously turned his head.
“The real person is indeed better looking than the photos. Quantum Mechanics must have been excited to death when he saw you.”
“Let’s go.”
Zhang Lin stood up to pull Wen Rong away. Wang Allen said, “You cosplayed Mi Lulu for Zhang Jincheng to see?”
No one answered. He continued, “Mi Lulu’s skirts are so short. When worn on you, do they fail to even cover your ass? Did you stick it out for him to see when taking photos?”
“Or did you give him—”
“Enough.”
Zhang Jincheng interrupted him abruptly.
The volume wasn’t low. Many people were already secretly watching Wen Rong, and now that there was a trend of drama unfolding, the air instantly went silent.
Wen Rong felt a pulling force on his hand; it was Zhang Lin persistently trying to pull him away.
But he didn’t want to go. He was eating his meal just fine; why should he be dragged away? And what was going on between this Wang Allen and President Zhang Jincheng? Before, the arson was blamed on the President, so why was the President listening to his orders now?
Wang Allen stood up, pushed Zhang Jincheng aside, and leaned close to Wen Rong. “Now Zhang Jincheng is begging me to lend him craftsmen. Do you want to help him too?”
Zhang Jincheng pulled him. “It has nothing to do with him.”
“As long as you agree, I can do anyth—”
Before Wang Allen could finish, someone rushed out from the crowd and slapped Wang Allen across the face. “Who allowed you to talk to Wen Rong gege like that?”
Qi Yuan, for some reason, ran slower than Shi Jing. After catching up, he apologized to Wang Allen with fake sincerity. “So sorry, Senior Wang.”
Wang Allen turned around furiously and backhanded a slap onto Shi Jing’s face. “I haven’t been hit by anyone since I was born. What kind of thing are you to dare touch me?”
Wang Allen hadn’t been hit, and neither had Shi Jing. The little young master with a bad temper tackled Wang Allen without a word, pulling his hair hard. “You dare hit me! I’ll kill you.”
Wang Allen showed no weakness and pulled Shi Jing’s hair right back.
Screams and cheers echoed in the cafeteria. Wen Rong couldn’t sort out the sequence of events for the moment; he only thought that more people would get Yellow Cards because of him. He couldn’t add another one. He quickly stepped forward to pull Wang Allen off Shi Jing.
His strength wasn’t enough; the other three from the News Club helped together.
Neither side gave in. After being pulled apart, they cursed at each other for several minutes. The battle finally ended when Zhang Jincheng and a few others forcibly dragged Wang Allen away.
Wen Rong had just let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt his arm being imprisoned. Shi Jing completely wrapped around him, burying his face in his shoulder and crying. “Wuwuwu, Wen Rong gege, I was bullied.”
Wen Rong wasn’t good at comforting people. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do, his gaze drifting aimlessly.
Coincidentally, he saw Shi Ye, who stood distinctly taller in the crowd. His gray bangs cast a shadow over his eyes, obscuring his expression.
When Shi Jing cried even louder, Shi Ye turned and walked away.
Many people, seeing the show was over, also left one after another.
This incident happened because of him, so out of a sense of responsibility, Wen Rong spent the whole noon comforting Shi Jing. He only managed to escape when Qi Yuan forcibly took Shi Jing away for afternoon classes.
Only, during this class, he zoned out again. He inexplicably began to recall everything that happened from the moment he saw Zhang Jincheng, trying to sort out the reasons behind these events.
Previously, when this happened, either the System helped him or Senior Leon was there.
The System said it didn’t know, and Senior Leon wasn’t here.
Wen Rong opened his friends list. After ruling out the News Club, only Jiang Zhiyue was still reachable, so he proactively messaged her: [Are you there? Can I ask you a few questions?]
Jiang Zhiyue: [Hm?]
[Why do the boys in our school always have those improper thoughts about me?]
Jiang Zhiyue: [You were bullied? Wait for me, I’m coming to find you right now.]
[No, no, it’s just that they often tease me like I’m a girl.]
Jiang Zhiyue: [Dog men think with their lower bodies. Wait, I’ll get some biological castration agent for you. Give them a shot, guaranteed to end their bloodline.]
Wen Rong was startled and hurriedly refused. He continued stating his need: [I just want to know why they have this psychology.]
Jiang Zhiyue: [Because you look soft and weak, too easy to bully. You have to be fiercer. Not the kind of fierce where you ignore people, you have to scold them ruthlessly, bully them, let them know you are not to be messed with. Like Shi Ye, he looks like he’s not to be messed with.]
As fierce as Shi Ye?
It seemed many people were indeed afraid of Shi Ye.
Wen Rong was suddenly enlightened. He decided in his heart that not only would he become a more excellent person, but he would also become someone who was not to be messed with.
That night, Zhang Jincheng still didn’t come to Room 100. Wen Rong received an apology from Zhang Jincheng on his phone.
But in Wen Rong’s perception, these matters had nothing to do with Zhang Jincheng.
He felt strange and asked Lin Qizheng, “Senior, why does the President take care of Wang Allen so much? Weren’t they…”
Lin Qizheng bit his lip, daring not to speak, and looked panic-stricken at Zhang Lin.
Zhang Lin sighed. “We were afraid you’d have a psychological burden regarding this matter, so we didn’t plan to tell you. But now that things are like this, we’d better tell you.”
“Because the weaving process for silk is relatively complex, only the craftsmen under Wang Allen can do it. The President didn’t want to let down your good intentions, so he went to beg Wang Allen for help.”
“Can’t the President hire them himself?”
Zhang Lin paused. “Youngest, you have to understand a principle. Top-tier things cannot be replaced. For example, a painting—an art teacher cannot compare to a master painter.”
Lin Qizheng: “Aiya, don’t make it so complicated. The whole thing is that Wang Allen is relatively powerful. The school hired awesome craftsmen for him. If the President needs the craftsmen’s skills, he must get Wang Allen’s approval.”
He continued to add, “Just like how many people join the Tennis Club to experience Shi Ye’s high-level tennis courts and coaching team.”
Zhang Lin: “You… might not understand the resource gap. Anyway, think of it as money. Because Wang Allen is very rich, and the President needs a large sum of money that he can’t borrow from ordinary people, he has no choice but to ask Wang Allen for help.”
“Then Qi Yuan following Shi Jing is…” Wen Rong asked, then smiled at himself.
Didn’t Qi Yuan tell him the answer on registration day?
Because Shi Ye’s father was a major shareholder in Qi Yuan’s father’s company, Qi Yuan had to listen to Shi Ye.
Zhao Zeyang also had a group of followers.
It turned out that not everyone at Floriman Academy would become a leader of leaders. They were similar to him—looked down upon because they didn’t have that much money.
Wen Rong understood the inevitability of this situation, but he hated Wang Allen. He didn’t want Zhang Jincheng to be ordered around by Wang Allen anymore.
Walking back to the dormitory from Room 100, Wen Rong walked slowly while pondering what to do to solve Zhang Jincheng’s difficulties.
As he approached the dormitory, a powerful hand suddenly pulled him to the side.
Wen Rong was startled. In that brief second or two, he fished out the object the Senior gave him, flipped the switch, and threw it at the other person.
“Hiss—” The sound of someone sucking in a cold breath rang out in the air.
Wen Rong recognized who it was.
“This was given to you by Leon?”
He looked up at the person half a head taller than him and couldn’t help but curse out what he privately thought were the most vicious words.
“You are so annoying.”
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