Part 2
“…” Wen Rong was speechless.
Why did it seem like everyone knew?
“Wait, your mouth—”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Wen Rong screamed in panic, interrupting him.
It wasn’t his first time losing composure, but it was the first time he did it deliberately.
Being discovered having a broken lip from kissing was too terrifying no matter how you thought about it.
Even more terrifying: there was more than one kissing partner.
Zhou Xie was speechless. “I originally thought you just awkwardly bumped your mouth, but with such a huge reaction, you force people to think in the wrong direction.”
Wen Rong silently shut his mouth.
Another “ding”, footsteps approached, followed by a cloud blocking the sun.
Wen Rong turned around guiltily and met the gaze of Zhao Zeyang standing in the shadows.
Zhao Zeyang smiled sarcastically with a crooked mouth. “Changed partners again?”
Wen Rong: “?”
Immediately, Zhao Zeyang looked at Zhou Xie, a mocking expression on his face. “If you’re climbing the social ladder, you should take a long-term view. What’s the use of looking for the setting sun?”
Wen Rong didn’t understand what he was saying. Furthermore, his attention was completely drawn to the person beside Zhao Zeyang.
Completely different from his appearance on the train, he had ditched the glasses and was dressed fashionably, looking just like a rich young master similar to Zhao Zeyang.
Lin Jinghang noticed his gaze and raised a hand. “Hi.”
Wen Rong didn’t know why Lin Jinghang would be with Zhao Zeyang. In fact, because he was walking with Zhao Zeyang, Wen Rong refused to respond.
Zhao Zeyang: “Don’t be heartless and follow those three, only to end up drawing water with a bamboo basket—empty-handed in the end.”
Zhou Xie spoke coldly: “Can’t control your mouth again? Forgot how you got expelled?”
Clearly, “expelled” was Zhao Zeyang’s sore spot. His expression shifted slightly, and the look he gave Wen Rong changed from mockery to hatred. Under the obvious size difference and close proximity, Wen Rong shrank his neck back.
He didn’t have enough points to exchange for items, and Zhou Xie definitely wasn’t as good a fighter as Shi Ye. In the current situation, there was no sense of security.
But Zhou Xie had bodyguards!
Wen Rong calculated that if Zhao Zeyang got angry and attacked, he wouldn’t suffer a loss, so he replied toughly: “What Zhou Xie said is right.”
Zhou Xie glanced at the back of Wen Rong’s head. Helpless that Wen Rong couldn’t sense his gaze, he could only look at the two bodyguards.
The bodyguards understood and reached out to block Wen Rong, stopping Zhao Zeyang from speaking further.
Zhou Xie: “Let’s go.”
“Oh, oh.” Wen Rong took one last look at Lin Jinghang and followed Zhou Xie.
Zhou Xie walked extremely fast. Wen Rong struggled to keep up, a gap of two or three steps opening between them.
Just as he was wondering how Lin Jinghang got mixed up with someone like Zhao Zeyang, Zhou Xie suddenly stopped and roared back, “What do you mean ‘what I said is right’? Can’t you say the words you use to piss me off to Zhao Zeyang instead? Those things like ‘you are higher level than me’… say them to him! Why didn’t you say a single word? Being so nice to him, was the person who bit your lip last night him?”
“Ahhhhhhh!” Wen Rong screamed like a robot whose switch had been flipped.
Can we stop bringing up the kissing thing!
“What kind of reaction is that?”
Wen Rong frowned deeply. “Can you stop mentioning my mouth? I will absolutely never drink alcohol again.”
Zhou Xie: “Is kissing some shameful thing?”
“No…”
“Then why such a big reaction? Why didn’t you act like this when I made you wear women’s clothing?”
“Can we not talk about it?”
“Isn’t it just—”
Wen Rong interrupted him: “You try kissing two people in one night!”
Zhou Xie: “……”
The air fell into a terrifying deathly silence. Even the two bodyguards froze their bodies to show their shock.
Zhou Xie’s eyes slowly darkened. He wanted to speak, but finally stopped. He sighed and changed the subject, “Do you know that special recruit?”
“Who… who?”
“Lin Jinghang.”
“We met on the train.” No matter how panicked he was, Wen Rong wouldn’t tell Zhou Xie that both he and Lin Jinghang were transmigrators.
“You’ve encountered a real-life version of the Farmer and the Snake. You asked the school to re-investigate his bullying by Zhao Zeyang back then, and now he’s hanging out with Zhao Zeyang.”
Wen Rong was confused. “Huh?”
“He is the special recruit who was bullied into dropping out by Zhao Zeyang three years ago. One leap to the heavens, and now he is Senator Wang Sichen’s genuine biological nephew.”
!!
Wen Rong knew Lin Jinghang was Wang Sichen’s nephew, but how was he also that special recruit from three years ago?
Zhou Xie sneered. “How does it feel to raise an enemy for yourself? You are a special recruit, and he is a special recruit. You have no one behind you, while behind him is the next President. The Principal intends to let him replace your current position.”
“My position?”
“When a replacement with more advantages than you appears, if you continue with this dead attitude, do you think you can just submit a resume and become part of the interview team for major competitions in the future?”
Wen Rong looked up, sunlight falling into his eyes, his crystalline pupils flickering with a glimmer.
Thinking of how Leon and Shi Ye had kissed this face that night, Zhou Xie reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and wanted to light it.
Just as he flipped the lighter open, he remembered Wen Rong’s firm refusal of secondhand smoke last time. He could only extinguish the flame and simply hold the cigarette in his mouth.
“I felt something was wrong when Lin Jinghang said he wanted to return to Floriman Academy.”
“Given Lin Jinghang’s current identity, the day he returns to Floriman Academy, the various factions within the school will split.”
“Split?”
“Floriman Academy has always had close ties with the Federation Government. Now that the government is splitting into the New President faction and the Old President faction, the academy will soon divide into my faction and Lin Jinghang’s faction.”
Wen Rong tried to understand what Zhou Xie was saying. Combining this with what Senior Leon said last night, he couldn’t help asking: “What will happen after your father isn’t President anymore?”
“Many continue as senators. My father plans to retire; he’s recently become obsessed with fishing.”
“Fishing is quite nice.”
There were often old grandpas fishing in the back mountain of the welfare home; Wen Rong envied them very much.
“In the future, it will be me fighting against Wang Sichen.”
Wen Rong was surprised. “Must you fight?”
“If I told you to go study at a regular university right now, you’d definitely open your mouth and say you can do it. But if you actually tried, you’d know that you can no longer stay in that kind of environment. You’ve adapted to Floriman Academy, known the benefits of Floriman, and can no longer accept mediocrity.”
Just as Wen Rong opened his mouth to speak, Zhou Xie beat him to it: “The biggest difference between you and me is that I don’t need to try to know what the result will be.”
It felt like he was being scolded.
Fortunately, Wen Rong didn’t care about this. He thought seriously along the lines of Zhou Xie’s words. If he went to a regular university now, he likely wouldn’t be able to adapt, because regular universities didn’t have single dorms and free laptops, nor did they have the News Club, Senior Leon, Shi Ye…
He fully understood Zhou Xie’s thoughts. “I understand. Then, good luck.”
“I… good luck?”
“Yes.”
The cigarette in Zhou Xie’s mouth perked up instantly. “What about you?”
“Me?”
Zhou Xie sighed and changed the topic. “I don’t know what deep affection you developed with Lin Jinghang on the train, but I suggest you stay far away from everyone related to Wang Sichen.”
“Wang Sichen’s rise is very strange. His methods are underhanded, and his character is poor. Logically, he shouldn’t receive anyone’s trust, but the current situation is clear—most people support him.”
“Why?” Wen Rong asked.
“I don’t know either.”
After answering, Zhou Xie added, “There is one more thing I must warn you about.”
“Mm-hm.” Wen Rong nodded sincerely to show he was listening.
“Wang Sichen likes you very much.”
His neck stiffened. Wen Rong: “?”
“He likes you. It’s the same nature as Zhao Zeyang liking you.”
“He likes me?!”
“Correct.”
“He… should be married, right?”
“Not married.”
“He, he, he looks like he’s married.”
“Whether forty, fifty, sixty, or even seventy, as long as they are human, they will like young skins. Do you think Wang Sichen is the only forty-year-old old man who likes you? Of those 4 million fans on Bluebook, you don’t think they are all normal young people, do you?”
A chill ran down Wen Rong’s spine. For the first time, he recognized that “the internet is a double-edged sword.”
“Possessing beauty alone is never a good thing. You need a high, unassailable status to protect yourself.”
“…”
“Once Lin Jinghang completely replaces you, those people with power like Wang Sichen among your 4 million fans will all swarm up.”
“Do you want to kiss ten old men at the same time?”
Wen Rong stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
Wherever they walked, that cloud followed, the shadow favoring the two of them.
Lin Jinghang thought about tasting the ox tongue that cost tens of thousands later, and then trying out the supercars that cost tens of millions to drive. He wondered if the luxury cars in this world were different from those in the apocalypse.
“Brother, do you have a way to help me get Wen Rong?”
Lin Jinghang’s thoughts broke off. He looked back at Zhao Zeyang’s hand resting on his shoulder.
“That Wen Rong who was your friend just now?” he asked.
“Yes, that short one with the black-rimmed glasses.”
“Because he looks good?”
Beauty was the cheapest resource in the apocalypse. Too many zombies, too few people. Repressed emotions bred more lust. For self-preservation, many normal-looking people even had to deliberately cut wounds on their faces to prevent being coveted.
Lin Jinghang thought Wen Rong was very stupid. He dared to show his face with nothing to his name, letting the whole world know him.
“Not just looks…”
“Besides looks, what’s special about him?”
“Shi Ye definitely likes him too. I just want to snatch the person Shi Ye likes.” Zhao Zeyang licked his lips. “Doing the person he likes right in front of Shi Ye… how satisfying.”
Lin Jinghang sneered.
Desire to win did count as a reason.
However, Lin Jinghang always believed that duels between men should be fought with fists. What was the point of dragging the person they liked into it?
“Brother, if you like him, chase him. Send flowers, send cars, throw money. What do you need me for?”
Zhao Zeyang: “Aren’t you very resourceful?”
“I spent three whole years chasing the person I liked in high school and failed. I can only give you negative advice. Do you want it?”
Zhao Zeyang’s mouth twitched.
They happened to pass a bulletin board. Shi Ye and Zhao Zeyang were printed together on a poster, the huge word “FINALS” catching the eye.
Zhao Zeyang paused. “Help me screw over Shi Ye.”
Lin Jinghang looked at the face on the poster and nodded. “Although there is no reason to listen to you, it’s quite a coincidence. Recently, someone also asked me to deal with him.”
Zhao Zeyang was astonished. “Who?”
“Zhang Wanfei promised Wang… my uncle, that as long as Shi Ye is disposed of, after Shi Jing inherits the Shi family, the entire Shi family will belong to my uncle.”
Lin Jinghang was having a great time staying in this world full of people and abundant resources.
He wanted to build his own kingdom and thoroughly enjoy the feeling of being above ten thousand people before going to the next world.
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