Chapter 69: It’s Okay to Be a Little Excessive
“Wait, Senior.”
The Student Council building was always quiet, and they didn’t see anyone else even at the entrance.
Wen Rong suddenly stopped walking, pulled his arm back from Leon’s grasp, and quickly untied the sash.
Under the cascading black hair lay a section of neck—slender and pure white.
Leon was momentarily stunned as he watched Wen Rong pull off the gauze robe and tie the sash around the inner layer.
His technique wasn’t practiced. He wrapped it twice, tightly against his waist, which was so thin it looked like it could be encircled by a single hand.
He put his hands behind his back. Wen Rong finished taking off the aqua-blue gauze robe and draped it over his arm.
“Done.”
He added, “It took the President over a month to weave this outer robe. It’s very expensive, I can’t get it dirty for him.”
Leon reached out to take Wen Rong’s arm again. He wasn’t rejected. The corners of his mouth turned up. “Why did you really come out wearing women’s clothes? Don’t you hate it?”
Wen Rong shook his head calmly. “I don’t hate it.”
“You really don’t hate it?”
“Mm-hm.”
“But you seem to hate them calling you ‘Wife,’ and you posted on the forum saying you hate homosexuality…”
“…”
Wen Rong fell silent for two seconds, then leaned his head closer to Leon, lowering his voice like an elementary school student who had done something naughty. “Senior, I said that on purpose.”
His willow-leaf eyebrows were long and fine, highlighting his clear, bright eyes.
After not seeing him for so long, Leon clearly felt the change in Wen Rong—he had shed some of his naivety, and his whole face had come alive, carrying a hint of cleverness.
“They don’t think of me as a girl. They just treat me like a toy. They have zero respect for me and don’t even realize it themselves.”
Wen Rong continued in a breathy whisper, “It just so happened that the President made a skirt, so I thought I could help him promote it. Since I have 4 million fans on Bluebook, my words carry a lot of weight.”
“It’s just the two of us here. You don’t need to whisper.”
“Oh, oh.” Wen Rong pulled his head back.
After walking a few steps, Leon asked again, “How is the hand you hurt climbing the mountain? Does it still hurt?”
“Doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“A lot seems to have happened lately. Can you tell Senior about it?”
“Sure.”
On the way from the Student Council to the cafeteria, Leon listened intently as Wen Rong explained everything from his software being stolen to borrowing Shi Ye’s equipment that morning to post photos on Bluebook. After sorting through the logic, Leon finally understood why Zhou Xie’s expression had been so ugly, and why he had inexplicably asked if Leon had taught him.
Leon actually hadn’t understood at the time; he had just spoken the truth. Now that he grasped the sequence of events, the smile on his face grew inexplicably colder.
When Zhao Zeyang dropped out, Leon had overcomplicated Wen Rong’s actions, guessing that Wen Rong had formulated some intricate plan to achieve those results. Yet Wen Rong had merely been imitating the “appeal to an honest official” trope from TV dramas.
But this time, in setting a trap for Zhou Xie, Wen Rong had clearly planned everything.
Wen Rong was growing faster than he imagined. No wonder when he asked Ms. Xu Qiu to deliver things, she praised him saying “good eye”—because Wen Rong truly was becoming more “good” than he had imagined.
“Senior?”
Leon looked blank. “Hmm?”
“Can the little toy you gave me before be mass-produced? It’s very suitable for self-defense. For example, if a girl is followed on her way home at night, or if a girl renting alone suddenly has a criminal knocking on her door.”
“Followed? Where did you see these things?”
“Bluebook.” Wen Rong’s eyes curved into crescents. “Senior Lin Qizheng requires me to argue with people on Bluebook every day. After arguing, I occasionally scroll through the news.”
Leon’s mouth twitched. “Argue?”
“Mm-hm.”
“You know how to argue?”
“No. I just share the videos I’ve watched with them.”
Leon recalled the anti-fraud videos Wen Rong had shown him and could already imagine the mood of every netizen who argued with Wen Rong and saw the reply.
“By the way, Shi Ye also added a tracking chip inside. Now I don’t have to worry about losing it.”
Shi Ye?
Leon spoke faster. “He added a tracking chip inside?”
Wen Rong nodded obediently and subconsciously reached into his pocket, but only felt the skirt fabric. He said regretfully, “I ran over as soon as I got your message. I didn’t even have time to grab my bag. I’ll show you when we get back.”
“Mm…”
He agreed, but Leon’s thoughts bounced repeatedly between “Shi Ye added something to the gift I gave Wen Rong” and “Did Shi Ye fall for Wen Rong because of the chip?”
The early winter wind blew against them. Wen Rong turned his head to talk to Leon. The wig blocked his vision, but before he could brush it aside, his whole body shivered, and he sucked in a breath of cold air.
Wearing this kind of skirt in early winter was weirdly cold.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
Leon reached for his zipper to take off his coat, but then thought that this action was tantamount to declaring sovereignty without Wen Rong knowing, which wasn’t polite. So he looked up to gauge the distance to the cafeteria. “Two more minutes and we’ll be there.”
“Mm… mm.”
“If we jog, it’ll take one minute.” He paused. “Run?”
“Run!”
Wen Rong hiked up his skirt and started running inside. Leon deliberately stayed two steps behind, thinking that if Wen Rong stepped on his skirt and fell, he could pull him up in time.
At the cafeteria entrance, just as they lifted the curtain, a figure in a white lab coat stood by the door. “Wen—Wen Rong.”
Wen Rong stopped. Leon entered and locked eyes with Liang Zilixue.
Liang Zilixue quickly looked away, nervously straightened his lab coat, and looked carefully at Wen Rong through his glasses. “Um…”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry.”
Two voices spoke at the same time. Wen Rong was stunned, and so was Liang Zilixue.
Fortunately, Liang Zilixue reacted in time and spoke first. “I shouldn’t have shown off about you helping me cosplay Mi Lulu on the forum. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”
“Huh?”
“Really, I’m sorry.”
Long eyelashes fluttered softly. Wen Rong looked up at Leon, then back to Liang Zilixue. “Senior, I’m the one who should say sorry. I didn’t mean to say those things at the time.”
Leon had seen the post Wen Rong made while on the helicopter. Combining it with what Wen Rong just said, he realized Wen Rong posted it to mislead Zhou Xie, but Wen Rong didn’t seem to want to tell Liang Zilixue about these plans.
But he would actively tell me.
His smile deepening, Leon said to Liang Zilixue, “Wen Rong was indeed a bit angry at the time, but so many days have passed, and his anger has cooled. Senior, don’t take it to heart.”
Wen Rong instinctively opened his mouth to say “Huh?”, but Leon quietly patted Wen Rong’s back, signaling him not to speak.
Wen Rong pursed his lips and obediently fell silent.
Leon smiled. “We’re going to eat. Will you join us, Senior?”
“No, no. I’m going back to the lab.”
Watching Liang Zilixue scurry out of the cafeteria, Wen Rong couldn’t help asking, “Senior, I wasn’t angry at Senior Liang. Why did you…”
Leon nodded his chin toward the distance. “Senior wants to eat curry pork chop udon. help Senior bring a bowl, okay?”
Wen Rong stopped questioning and obediently went to get noodles for the starving Leon.
When they sat down, a notification sound chimed on the phone.
Liang Zilixue: [Wen Rong, didn’t you want silk? I’ve raised lots and lots. I’ll bring it to you.]
“Got a message from Liang Zilixue?”
Wen Rong’s eyes widened. Is Senior Leon a hacker like Lin Qizheng? How does he know what’s in my phone?
Leon tilted his head. “Liang Zilixue likes you very much.”
“…He likes my face.”
“It’s all the same.”
Wen Rong held it in for two seconds before asking, “Senior, why is he still messaging me? I said such excessive things.”
“Excessive?”
“A little.”
“You just showed your bottom line, and he’s apologizing for his previous offense.” Leon said, “I taught you to refuse before—saying ‘get out’ or ‘stay away from me.’ You didn’t seem to understand the true meaning of those words. In interpersonal relationships, getting angry is often more effective than tolerance.”
While Wen Rong was dazing out, Leon changed the subject, his azure eyes lowering. “Besides, when treating people who like you, it’s okay to be a little excessive.”
Wen Rong asked hesitantly, “I don’t like him. If I treat him excessively… isn’t that not very good?”
“What if he likes you treating him that way?”
“Huh?”
Leon stirred the noodles in his bowl. “Do you know what Senior has planned next?”
Wen Rong shook his head honestly.
“What are your plans?”
“I’m going back to Room 100. Senior Lin Qizheng is still writing a press release waiting for me to repost, and Senior Zhang Lin is waiting for me to take photos.”
“Don’t go back to Room 100. Accompany Senior to a place.”
Wen Rong was stunned. “Wha—”
Leon propped up half his face and smiled, interrupting him. “Senior hasn’t had a proper talk with you in a long time.”
Such a proposal was a bit much. A look of difficulty flashed across Wen Rong’s face, and even his relaxed willow-leaf brows knit together.
After pondering for about half a minute, Wen Rong finally made a decision and asked carefully, “Where does Senior want to go? How long will it take?”
“Outside the school. It will probably take the whole day.”
More difficulty.
After the hesitation, he asked, “Can it be tomorrow?”
“I haven’t been there in so long. I really want to go.”
“…”
“If it’s really inconvenient for you, then forget it.”
“No, no.”
Leon grinned. “See? Being a little excessive—isn’t it easier to achieve your goal?”
“Huh?” Wen Rong opened his mouth wide. After a few seconds of delay, he finally seemed to react to Leon’s meaning, and his eyes suddenly brightened. “So that’s how it works!”
“Mm.”
He got excited. “Senior, can I go back and change my clothes first?”
“You can.” Leon fiddled with his hair. “Senior needs to do his hair too. This past month, I’ve been busy from the moment I opened my eyes. No internet, eating canned food, limited shower time. It was miserable.”
Wen Rong took a deep breath. While learning new knowledge, he was also filled with sympathy for Leon’s experiences during this time.
Actually, he had been a little disappointed.
Because Senior had left for a month without saying goodbye.
Now he didn’t think that way at all!
Meanwhile, by the lake.
Shi Ye paced back and forth, clutching his phone. “Where did Wen Rong go? Why isn’t he back yet?”
Zhang Lin was entirely focused on Shi Ye’s DSLR, fondling it like he was rolling walnuts in his palm. He only gave a perfunctory “Mm” every few seconds.
Shi Ye was furious. He reached out and snatched back his DSLR. “Where did Wen Rong go?”
Zhang Lin snapped back to reality. “What?”
Shi Ye: “…”
His anger was on a hair-trigger, but he quickly held it back, hanging his head aggrievedly. “He just ran off without saying anything and hasn’t come back yet.”
“Oh, right,” Zhang Lin realized belatedly.
Shi Ye finally couldn’t hold it in. “Isn’t he your junior? Why don’t you pay any attention to him?”
Zhang Lin said strangely, “With his personality, what secrets could he have? I thought he went to the bathroom.”
Saying that, he walked over to Lin Qizheng, who was typing on his laptop, and kicked him with his foot. “Where’s the youngest?”
Lin Qizheng pushed Zhang Lin’s leg away with his arm. “Don’t bother me, I’m writing gossip.”
“I said the youngest—”
“Hahahaha! Writing gossip about Zhou Xie secretly crushing on the youngest got me ten thousand followers in half an hour! Ten thousand!”
Zhang Lin rolled his eyes. “Unbelievable.”
Then he turned his head and saw Zhang Jincheng approaching in the distance. “President, see the youngest?”
Zhang Jincheng paused. “No.”
“You didn’t go with him just now?”
“I went to make a phone call.”
Zhang Lin got nervous. “What happened? Did your family call to scold you?”
“No.” A sincere smile spread across Zhang Jincheng’s face. “Several classmates contacted me on Black Pigeon just now. They said their sisters and mothers want to order clothes from me—specifically Wen Rong’s style.”
Zhang Lin’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Mm.”
In the haute couture business, the first step is getting custom requests, especially from the relatives of these schoolmates. As long as they wore it to one banquet, Zhang Jincheng’s reputation would open up in the circle of wealthy ladies.
That was how Wang Allen rose to fame.
Zhang Lin felt genuinely happy for Zhang Jincheng. Years of “sinking together” in the Journalism Club, witnessing each other’s desperate failures—that despair was etched too deep. Seeing his good friend’s career finally take off was even more exciting than his own success.
And all of this was thanks to the youngest!
What a precious baby.
Zhang Lin said urgently, “You have to treat the youngest to dinner. He’s the big hero.”
“Am I not a hero?” Shi Ye had drifted behind the two of them at some point.
Zhang Lin froze. In a flash of lightning, he recalled what Shi Ye had done.
Lent them photography equipment.
Lent them the water army (paid trolls/bots) from the Shi family’s entertainment company.
He was indeed a big hero, even if the starting point for all of this was the youngest’s beauty.
Zhang Lin fawned, “Yes, Brother Shi, you are a big hero. You absolutely cannot be absent when our President treats us to dinner.”
Shi Ye nodded with satisfaction.
Then he made a call to Wen Rong’s phone. Zhang Lin told Wen Rong the good news about Zhang Jincheng, and about Lin Qizheng’s alt account gaining followers.
The speaker wasn’t on, but Shi Ye couldn’t help leaning his head toward the receiver, wanting to hear Wen Rong speak.
“Where did you go? We’re planning to eat together tonight.”
A faint voice came through fuzzily. Shi Ye couldn’t hear it clearly, but he saw Zhang Lin’s smile gradually disappear.
“Mm-hm. Let’s change the time then. Your business is important.”
After hanging up, Shi Ye asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Is Zhou Xie troubling him again?”
Zhang Lin hesitated for a moment when looking at Shi Ye. “Um…”
“Did something happen to him?” Shi Ye was frantic.
“No, it’s just… just…”
“Just what? Can you speak human?”
Zhang Lin took a shallow breath and leaned toward Zhang Jincheng. “The youngest said Leon is back. He wants to accompany Leon to a place and won’t be back at school until tomorrow.”
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