Part 3
Wen Rong nodded hesitantly, regretting the failure of his plan and thinking of ways to remedy it. Suddenly, his shoulder felt heavy, and he was pushed back into the stall.
Snap.
The stall door was locked from the inside. A shadow blocked his view.
“Se-Senior.”
“Shh—someone else is coming.”
Sure enough, two seconds later, the sound of the main door slamming against the wall echoed outside.
“Wen Rong.”
It was Shi Ye.
The person in Wen Rong’s plan had arrived, but he felt no joy in completing the plan.
Right in front of him, Senior Leon knocked on the stall door twice and unlocked it.
Click—
The moment Shi Ye pulled the door open, his expression changed instantly. “Why are you here?”
Leon: “Get in.”
Shi Ye: “…”
“Three seconds to choose. One, three—”
Wen Rong was squeezed inward, feeling like he was truly locked in a toilet now. Two mountains stood before him, blocking him completely.
Shi Ye glanced down, checking the proximity of Wen Rong and Leon’s bodies. Only after confirming they weren’t holding hands did he ask, “Those three are knocked out. Why do this?”
Leon: “Wen Rong, post a thread. Trick Zhou Xie into coming here.”
“Huh?”
“Getting locked in the toilet and posting about it—the objective is too obvious. The leadership will see through it. You need more witnesses.”
Wen Rong understood. He opened the Black Pigeon forum and typed: [The concerned party is still wearing the skirt the President’s son likes. If he freezes to death in the toilet, the skirt should sell really well, right?]
Five minutes later.
The three waiting hunters successfully heard the angry sound of a door being kicked open.
Fortunately, Senior Leon had locked the stall door earlier, otherwise, all three would have been hit.
“Come out.”
The cold, hard voice dropped the temperature in the toilet by several degrees.
“Come out!”
Wen Rong shivered in fright. Senior Leon patted his shoulder to signal “it’s okay,” then unlocked and pulled open the door.
Zhou Xie lowered his chin, his eyeballs detached from his lower lids, his gaze sinister.
Just as he was about to speak, the voices of several women came from outside the door.
A smile spread across Leon’s face. “Forgot to tell you, this is the women’s restroom.”
Women’s restroom!
Such a rare existence in an all-boys school, found only here in the cafeteria where female staff were employed.
Zhou Xie’s expression shifted slightly. He suddenly rushed into the stall. Shi Ye was squeezed into the corner on the other side of the toilet, and Leon closed the door with a beaming smile.
As expected, two seconds later, the screams of the cafeteria aunties rang out outside, shouting “Someone’s dead!”—because Wang Allen and his two lackeys were still unconscious by the sinks.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Leon asked Zhou Xie, “Why did you come in?”
“…”
“I’m asking you.”
Zhou Xie answered with a dark voice, “Urgent need to pee.”
“Then pee.”
“…” Zhou Xie couldn’t answer. He shifted his hostility to the instigator. “What are you up to now?”
Wen Rong: “…”
“Why enter the women’s restroom?”
Wen Rong pointed to his hem. “I’m wearing a skirt. Wang Allen said since I like being a girl so much, I should go into the women’s restroom.”
“Didn’t see you wearing it yesterday.”
Wen Rong lowered his head carefully. “I went to Shi Ye’s place to play tennis this morning and didn’t think I’d run into you, so I secretly didn’t wear it.”
“…”
“Alright, leave the cross-dressing talk for later. President, do you want to be a pervert who broke into the women’s restroom, or a hero who entered the women’s restroom to save a Special Recruit?”
Zhou Xie didn’t speak. His eyes were vicious, almost glaring a hole through Wen Rong.
Wen Rong shrank his neck, terrified Zhou Xie would punch him in this cramped space.
After all, they were so close. If he threw a punch, the Senior and Shi Ye might not be able to save him, and he might not be able to dodge.
“Decide quickly. If you don’t decide, the three of us will go out.” Leon finished and looked at Shi Ye. “Shi Ye, lock him inside. When the aunties come back, they can open the door for him.”
Zhou Xie looked up abruptly, in disbelief.
“Quick—”
Zhou Xie: “…”
“Silence is consent.”
Zhou Xie finally gave a muffled “Mm.”
Consensus reached. The four filed out of the narrow stall and slipped out of the women’s restroom before the aunties returned.
Watching Zhou Xie storm off in anger, Wen Rong realized that both Senior Leon and Shi Ye were only wearing a single thin layer, looking like they had run out of a heated room in a hurry.
Wen Rong said apologetically, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in advance.”
Shi Ye: “You didn’t know Wang Allen would bully you. As long as you’re okay.”
Wen Rong’s conscience pricked him, and he couldn’t speak.
Shi Ye added, “I’ll take you back.”
Leon smiled and said, “Wen Rong, did you have something you wanted to tell me?”
Wen Rong: “!”
Shi Ye: “?”
“Yes, yes. Senior, let’s talk alone.”
“Shi Ye, you go back first.”
Shi Ye froze. He gave Leon a deep look, and amidst Leon’s fake smile, he forcefully suppressed the urge to throw a punch, pretending to leave calmly.
Senior Leon walked Wen Rong to Room 100. On the way, Wen Rong confessed the whole story.
He had indeed argued with Wang Allen in the morning. After Wang Allen picked a fight, he deliberately provoked him. Then Wang Allen mocked him for wearing women’s clothing, said he might really be a woman, and forcibly took him to the restroom to “verify.”
Wen Rong was used to being dragged to restrooms, so as soon as he entered, he rushed into a stall and locked it. At the same time, he quickly formulated a plan in his head: get Lin Qizheng to find Shi Ye. Shi Ye was big and good at fighting; he could subdue the three of them, and they had experience cooperating, so he could play along.
“You planned to calculate Wang Allen long ago?”
Wen Rong wouldn’t lie to Senior Leon. “I wanted to calculate him. Before this… I just gave a simple push. But I didn’t intentionally lead him to look under my skirt. I just went with the flow when he bullied me, thinking of ways to maximize the benefit.”
A hand landed on Wen Rong’s head. “What a sharp mind.”
Unexpectedly praised, Wen Rong shrank his shoulders and couldn’t help smiling.
“Don’t wear women’s clothing tomorrow. It’s cold; your legs will freeze.”
“Mm.”
Wen Rong nodded. They arrived at the administration building, turned a corner, and entered the small path exclusive to Room 100.
Wen Rong thought of something and suddenly stopped.
“What is it?”
“Senior, can you hug me?”
Leon was stunned for a moment, then hooked his lips. “Why?”
“I don’t know either.” Perhaps because the Senior had taught him a lot, Wen Rong felt he could voice his confusion to him. “Yesterday I hugged Shi Ye, and it felt very comfortable.”
“So you want to know if hugging me will feel just as comfortable?”
Wen Rong nodded.
“Alright, come here.” Leon stood still. “Try it.”
Wen Rong opened his arms and approached the Senior.
“Don’t bind my arms. Just wrap around the waist.”
Wen Rong changed his movement. His hands passed through the gap between the Senior’s arms and waist, firmly hugging him.
Wen Rong felt calm inside. It was a bit strange.
That feeling seemed to only exist with Shi Ye.
“How does it feel?”
Wen Rong: “No feeling.”
“What did it feel like hugging Shi Ye yesterday?”
“We were very close, like we were glued together.”
“Then what about this?”
Suddenly, something bumped the back of Wen Rong’s head. His forehead rushed forward, pressing against a cold button.
Even colder was the Senior’s neck, frozen into a block of ice by the wind.
Wen Rong’s forehead pressed against it like a hand warmer, slowly melting it. Droplets even fell, rolling down his forehead.
It was the Senior’s Adam’s apple.
“What about now?”
When the Senior spoke, the Adam’s apple vibrated. The tingling sensation sent goosebumps across Wen Rong’s back.
His throat was dry. He had to swallow his saliva before answering nervously, “A… a little bit.”
“Can’t compare to the feeling Shi Ye gave you?”
“Mm…”
The sound was still vibrating in his throat when Wen Rong’s body was suddenly lifted while bound. The outsides of his arms bore immense pressure.
In an instant, he was forced onto his tiptoes. In his panic, he felt the floor was soft, as if he stepped on… the Senior’s feet.
“Se-Senior?”
“What about now? Still can’t compare to Shi Ye?”
“…”
Wen Rong truly felt the Senior’s height and strength. In such confinement, he didn’t even have the chance to think about what was most beneficial for him. Excitement filled his brain, and his heart beat like thunder.
“Do you like this?”
“…”
“Little idiot, you have to answer honestly for Senior to tell you the answer.”
Wen Rong buried himself completely in the Senior’s chest. “Mm.”
“Wen Rong, have you been in the orphanage as long as you can remember?”
“Mm.”
“There is an unwritten rule in all orphanages across the Federation. Neither staff nor volunteers are allowed to hug the children. Because these children cannot get long-term, stable kinship in the orphanage, giving them any momentary warmth—including something as simple as a hug—will make them deeply realize the real difference between them and ordinary children.”
Wen Rong’s heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Even if the Senior said it was the whole Federation, in the orphanage of his previous life, no one had ever hugged him either.
“Just like now. Once you feel a hug, you want more.”
“Holding you tight like this makes you feel that I urgently need you.”
“Wen Rong, life in the orphanage is lonely. You crave intimate connections with other people in the world.”
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