The Foolish Bookworm of the Aristocratic Boys’ School chapter 77.2

Part 2

After the toilet incident, days were so peaceful it felt like living in a fairy tale.

Zhou Xie had Li Ao monitor Wen Rong’s movements daily. Confirming he only circled between the dorm, cafeteria, teaching building, library, and Room 100, he relaxed his guard slightly.

On the day of the school anniversary, Floriman Academy doubled its manpower. Media and alumni who had studied at Floriman passed through security checks to enter the campus.

At the gate that didn’t require security checks, Zhou Xie, as Student Council President, accompanied the Principal to receive outstanding alumni invited to the anniversary.

Forced by Zhou Xie to memorize the profiles of all outstanding alumni starting days ago, the Student Council members were physically and mentally exhausted. Having been busy from dawn until now, their expressions were somewhat numb.

It wasn’t until the alumni’s cars began stopping in front of them one by one that these “minions” of the Student Council immediately became lively, enthusiastically inviting the alumni out of their cars.

However, the feedback from this enthusiastic action varied.

Business alumni were okay; always facing the public, their superficial skills were good, and they were easy to get along with.

Research alumni had bigger airs. Some joked that the Federation’s Academy of Sciences was a hereditary system. Alumni free to attend the anniversary mostly had a dozen hardworking science laborers behind them. Used to being waited on, they were aloof, enjoyed being surrounded, yet put on a sour face to show “I don’t like your flattery.”

These alumni were the most difficult. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Principal and discovering the Principal wouldn’t walk with them—only arranging for an unknown student to accompany them—their faces turned completely sour, as if saying: I’m such a big official, and you don’t show more respect!

Political alumni had the most pomp. They got out of their cars happily, followed by three or four bodyguards. The Student Council also spared two or three people to accompany them. Looking at the person next door receiving inferior treatment, their smiles were infinitely more sincere!

Of course, giving special treatment to powerful alumni was just the most insignificant part of the reception.

Zhou Xie stood beside the Principal, his overly upright figure standing out from the mass of black.

When a bulletproof car appeared at the school gate, the window reflected his overly bony face.

Click.

The car door opened, and a similarly lean middle-aged man stepped out. His hair was slicked back meticulously, revealing a well-defined face.

Long-term frowning had etched a “river” character (川) between his brows. However, this was a symbol of honor, filling this middle-aged man with a young person’s “vigor.” One couldn’t tell at all that he had a son nearing twenty-five.

This was Zhou Xie’s father, the current Federal President, Zhou Wendong.

Only when seeing his father did a hint of joy appear on Zhou Xie’s face.

However, he didn’t step forward to call him “Father.” Instead, he stood restrainedly beside the Principal, waiting for the Principal’s move.

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A few seconds after Zhou Wendong emerged, a man even younger than him stepped out of the car.

He had a straight posture, wearing a dark brown pinstripe suit without a tie. Inside the unbuttoned white shirt, he wore a reddish-brown patterned cravat—extremely elegant.

Zhou Xie, remaining impassive, adopted a vigilant stance.

This was Wang Sichen, the strong competitor in his father’s new election campaign.

Elegance was his disguise. If one truly interacted with this person, they would know his core was that of a true bandit.

The appearance of this bandit surprised even the Principal, as he hadn’t graduated from Floriman Academy, and the school hadn’t sent him an invitation.

Coming uninvited made the Academy seem lacking in etiquette.

During the chat, Wang Sichen only said, “I bumped into Zhou Wendong’s car and came along to take a look.”

The Principal gave Zhou Xie a look. Zhou Xie understood and sent someone to find Wang Allen.

Wang Sichen was 38 this year and unmarried, but he wasn’t alone. He had two older brothers, and the eldest brother’s son was Wang Allen.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Xie deduced Wang Sichen’s true purpose for coming to the anniversary.

Wang Sichen: “Floriman Academy’s reputation hasn’t been very good lately.”

As expected by Zhou Xie.

Principal: “Just some small matters. They’ll be forgotten in a while.”

“How can you call them small matters? Issues raised by the public are major issues. And I heard a student posted such an article online due to dissatisfaction with the school.” Wang Sichen glanced elegantly at the Student Council members. “I wonder if it has to do with poor management by the Student Council.”

The Principal, older than Wang Sichen, lowered his posture and smiled apologetically. “The Student Council acts according to school rules. Floriman Academy’s rules are as rigorous as the law.”

“And the plagiarism…”

Zhou Xie tapped his fingers against the seam of his trousers and turned to order someone to find Zhang Jincheng.

The next second, Wang Sichen continued as expected, “Recently, my mother saw a kid named Zhang online and couldn’t stop praising his designs. I wonder if there’s a chance to meet him.”

“Of course. I’ll have someone find him right away.”

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The stage was set, just waiting for the actors to take their places.

“And that Liang… Liang… in the school.”

Principal: “Did you mean Liang Zilixue?”

“Right.” Wang Sichen smiled. “Good technology should be publicized to benefit the masses. If it’s kept hidden, the public will always feel the government isn’t serving them, and that our Federation is learning from the Empire to engage in class division.”

The Principal sensed something wrong. “You mean…”

“I control the largest weaving factory in the Federation. It’s most suitable for promoting this technology.”

Zhou Xie’s eyes darkened.

Wang Sichen had a high-end couture supply chain behind him. Now that the public was chasing Zhang Jincheng’s sheer gauze, it was normal to want to seize this business opportunity.

After all, in the entire Federation, the rich didn’t necessarily have power, but those with power definitely had money—and needed money more than anyone else.

More importantly, getting Liang Zilixue’s silk would not only make money for Wang Sichen but also choke Zhang Jincheng’s lifeline.

The situation was actually very clear. Between Zhang Jincheng and Wang Allen, only one could remain. Wang Sichen would inevitably protect his nephew.

The Principal surely understood this too and equivocated, “It’s just something kids play around with. If your family or friends like it, you can ask Zhang Jincheng to make a few more. Has Zhang Jincheng arrived?”

The topic circled back to Zhang Jincheng.

The silk belonged to Liang Zilixue, but as long as Liang Zilixue didn’t graduate, the technology basically belonged to the school. Once the precedent of transferring technology outside the school was set, any powerful person could come and dip a finger in the future. The decision-making power of Floriman Academy would no longer be in the Principal’s hands.

So Wang Sichen wanted it, the Principal wouldn’t give it, and Zhang Jincheng would become the shield and punching bag.

Zhou Xie felt a headache. While in pain, he turned and found two more people, telling them to intercept Wen Rong. Whether locking him in the toilet or knocking him out, Wen Rong was not allowed to appear near Wang Sichen.

He still needed Wen Rong for many things. Wen Rong couldn’t die at Wang Sichen’s hands today.

…

Ten minutes later, the group walked mightily to the single lounge prepared by the school.

Wang Sichen failed to get what he wanted and was in a bad mood.

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The Wang family wasn’t a great clan passed down from the Federation’s founding. They only emerged after he gained a foothold in the Parliament. Wang Sichen achieved this position by fighting fate and being ruthless.

When he was young, there was a kid who grew up in his neighborhood—the leader of their circle, the “good student” praised by parents. Wang Sichen sneered. What good student? He was the one who taught me how to play with women.

But even with the title of “Number One Lackey,” Wang Sichen didn’t submit to that kid in his heart.

He resented that the kid’s girlfriend was prettier than his. He resented that the kid’s clothes were more expensive than his.

Every time they drank until drunk, Wang Sichen would secretly kiss his woman’s mouth and wear his clothes.

Not satisfying. Completely boring!

Wang Sichen was still unhappy.

Later, facing the application for Floriman Academy, that kid got the admission letter, and he didn’t.

Wang Sichen was furious. While everyone partied all night, he pushed that kid into the river—that kid became a corpse that would never grow up.

Satisfying.

Wang Sichen finally understood. Fuck forbearance, fuck being a lackey. I am the boss.

Now nearly forty, Wang Sichen’s temper was even higher than in his youth.

So, while smoking a cigar, Wang Sichen hooked his finger to summon his secretary.

“Find someone to clear the scene. Later, break Zhang… that kid’s hand for me.”

To say Wang Sichen didn’t mind not getting into Floriman Academy was impossible. Wang Allen was the only nephew in his family to attend Floriman. He was supposed to inherit his mantle, enter Parliament, and even run for President. Who was this Zhang Jincheng who popped up out of nowhere, daring to snatch things from his nephew?

“Also, send someone to Liang Zilixue’s lab. See if they can copy the silk research files.”

“Yes.”

Click.

With his people sent out to do the work, Wang Sichen’s mood improved slightly. He walked to the window, taking puffs of his cigar.

Smoking, he suddenly saw a beam of light appear in the dense sea of people.

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Other black uniforms faded away. Only that light, holding a laptop, walked closer in his direction.

Snow-white skin, raven-black hair. Just a faint outline was enough to fascinate the soul.

Wang Sichen had seen countless people, but for the first time, he marveled at someone.

Celestial appearance, ethereal and elegant!

He couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman. Wang Sichen felt he was a fairy.

He was walking toward him.

I want to pick him up, gently, hold him on my lap, stroking his little face while kissing him.

The cigar fell from his fingertips to the floor. Wang Sichen turned and hooked his finger, grabbing the back of his secretary’s head and pressing him against the glass, forcing him to look. “That one. I want that student.”

It was subtle. Despite so many students downstairs, the secretary unexpectedly guessed exactly which student Wang Sichen wanted at a glance.

“Bring him here now.”

Just saying it out loud, his voice wavered with excitement. His blood and brain boiled; heat rushed up and down his body.

For the first time, Wang Sichen felt such immense desire it nearly shattered his heart.

A voice screamed:

Want him!

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