Part 2
He tapped the screen. Every random keyword he clicked was related to Wen Rong. The netizens were terrifyingly enthusiastic about his gossip; some had even started writing skits.
Leon said Wen Rong was someone who would bring reform in the future, likely working in the government. Being tainted with gossip news would do him no good.
More importantly, Wen Rong didn’t want to date at all!
Leon’s rank was already high. If Shi Ye did things Wen Rong disliked, who knew how Leon would badmouth him later?
“I’ll have someone handle it.”
“Mmhmm. When will the check-up be over? My schedule tonight is tight, so don’t arrange any messy activities.”
Shi Ye planned to go back and make Shi Changyuan lose his appetite, then return to the estate for a nice bath, spray some cologne, and give Wen Rong a fierce hug.
“It’s about done. The doctor said the injury to your knee is the same as your hand; they didn’t find any issues.”
He paused. “I think you need to go to the military hospital for a thorough check-up. Have the family chef investigated too. Maybe they developed something new that the current medical system can’t detect.”
In their world-class top-tier competitions, technological power occupied a massive portion.
Zhao Zeyang’s strength and speed had increased by several levels within a few short months. According to the coaching team’s speculation, he had definitely used new hormones that current medical technology couldn’t detect.
Under these circumstances, it wasn’t impossible for something new to have been put into Shi Ye’s food.
“No need. Would Leon not know if there were something new?” Shi Ye grabbed his phone and messaged Wen Rong.
[I’m on my way back. Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll bring it to you.]
Wen Rong replied to Shi Ye with a single word, “No,” then looked up at the person in front of him. “I need to go back for dinner. Do you have something to say?”
Lin Jinghang, abandoning his usual cheerful and chatty demeanor, had been wearing a sour face opposite Wen Rong for nearly half an hour.
Just after parting with Shi Ye, Wen Rong had received a mysterious phone call asking him to meet at the coffee shop next to the tennis stadium.
Wen Rong hadn’t recognized the voice and hung up, thinking it was a scam.
Who knew that the moment he turned around, he would see Lin Jinghang standing behind a black SUV, glaring at him with that grim expression.
Lin Jinghang: “Didn’t you win? Why haven’t you come to me to redeem your promise?”
Wen Rong lowered his head slightly and took a sip of the free lemon water provided by the café. “I don’t know why, but I feel like you won’t keep your promise.”
“We are both transmigrators. Isn’t your hostility toward me a bit too deep? I’ve always wanted to be friends with you.”
But you are hurting my friend.
Wen Rong took another sip of the lemon water. Perhaps it had been steeping too long; this sip was so sour it made him frown.
“Sour?”
Wen Rong: “…”
“I can make it sweeter for you.” Lin Jinghang snapped his fingers and said, “Taste it again.”
Wen Rong put the cup down warily.
Lin Jinghang paused. “Why aren’t you drinking? I specifically exchanged points to turn it sweet for you.”
“Did that require exchanging 30 points for a mystery gift?”
“Of course.”
“…”
Wen Rong was astonished by his wasteful behavior with points. 30 points could allow him to survive, yet Lin Jinghang used 30 points just to make a cup of lemon water sweet.
Wen Rong thought back to his own 19 points, each earned through being bullied. He only used 1 point when absolutely necessary.
Lin Jinghang used them so casually; it made Wen Rong suspect that the difficulty of acquiring points for him was far too simple.
The silence made Lin Jinghang uncomfortable. He continued, “It’s not just this. It’s getting late so I can’t show you now, but I’ll show you tomorrow. I can control the clouds, make a cloud block the sun for me continuously.”
Wen Rong pondered for a moment. Under the table, he sent his real-time location to Shi Ye before answering Lin Jinghang. “I have to celebrate with Shi Ye tonight. If you have something to say, just say it directly.”
“Why do you have something going on with everyone? Just now, Zhao Zeyang called saying something about wanting to sleep with you.”
Wen Rong quickly glossed over that easily exposed lie. “If you hadn’t come specifically to the parking lot to find me, perhaps he wouldn’t have misunderstood.”
Lin Jinghang: “…”
Wen Rong: “…”
“…”
“I’m leaving.”
Just as Wen Rong stood up, Lin Jinghang finally couldn’t hold back. “I can give you 30 points, but I have three conditions.”
“Speak.”
“You agree?”
“I want to hear them first.”
The last clouds of sunset dissipated, and the café lights turned on. Wen Rong’s handsome features were etched deeply by the faint shadows, the corners of his lips curved into a polite yet distant arc.
Lin Jinghang froze for a second, admitting that Wen Rong indeed had the capital to survive the apocalypse on his face alone.
“First, I want you to draw a clear line with Zhou Xie.”
Wen Rong frowned and tilted his head, as if carefully considering it.
“Second, you have to publicly date me.” After Lin Jinghang said this, his expression shifted slightly. “Don’t think I’m interested in you like they are. I just find it thrilling to snatch away what others want. You’re a guy; you should understand. It’s the desire to win.”
Wen Rong glanced at his phone screen. “And third?”
“Third, you must listen to me in everything from now on.”
Da da da da.
Rapid footsteps approached from behind Wen Rong. Before Wen Rong could speak, he was hoisted up.
Shi Ye asked unceremoniously, “Who is this guy?”
Lin Jinghang looked up. “I am Wen Rong’s boyfriend.”
“…” Shi Ye paused. “Who are you?”
“Wen Rong’s boyfri—”
—Bang!
Before the sentence was finished, Shi Ye grabbed a cup and smashed it onto Lin Jinghang’s head.
“Ah!”
Lin Jinghang cried out. Hesitating due to the excessive pain, he clutched his head and remained motionless for nearly half a minute.
He seemed unable to endure the severe pain.
He didn’t look like a “hero” who could kill zombies in the apocalypse.
Wen Rong looked at Shi Ye.
Shi Ye immediately felt guilty. “He’s talking nonsense. You’re with me every day; if you had a boyfriend, wouldn’t I know?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Wen Rong reassured Shi Ye first, then added, “But don’t get physical next time. Such a small matter doesn’t warrant breaking someone’s head.”
“I’ll definitely change next time.”
Once Wen Rong confirmed Shi Ye was emotionally stable, he looked at Lin Jinghang and rejected him calmly. “I refuse your conditions. I don’t like a boyfriend who declares sovereignty in front of my friends. It makes me look not like a friend’s friend, but like a boyfriend’s pet.”
Lin Jinghang’s shoulders shook violently. “You refuse me! If I don’t help you, you won’t survive at all.”
“Being alive is great, but I stopped being afraid of death a long time ago.”
This sentence seemed to touch a nerve in Lin Jinghang. He jumped up: “You—”
[Ding — Points +1.]
?
Wen Rong was sure he hadn’t heard wrong.
Subconsciously, he was about to call out “Brother,” but his sleeve was tugged by Shi Ye.
He tilted his head in confusion and saw Shi Ye reveal a polite smile, stepping back generously. “You two continue chatting. I’ll go buy some snacks nearby and wait for you.”
After saying that, he cupped his hands in a traditional salute to Lin Jinghang. “Brother, I’m being a much more respectful friend than you are.”
Lin Jinghang: “…”
This maneuver made his earlier claim of being a “boyfriend” look petty and stingy.
The pain was nothing compared to the tightness in his chest; Lin Jinghang almost suffocated.
At the same time, the AI’s voice sounded in Wen Rong’s mind again.
[Ding — Points +1.]
Are these points real?
A thought arose spontaneously.
He was so excited his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Wen Rong pinched his own knee hard. “Are you angry?”
Lin Jinghang finally removed his hand from his head, announcing with a dark face, “I’m going to kill Shi Ye.”
Wen Rong: “You came to find me because you lost the bet and felt very uncomfortable inside.”
Lin Jinghang scoffed coldly. “Like I care about 30 points.”
“But you look like you care very much about winning and losing.”
“…”
“You even wanted to control a cloud. Now that things are beyond your control, you are furious. Proposing three conditions was actually an attempt to regain the control you lost.”
“I did not!”
“Was your status very low in the past? Is that why you frantically want to control everything now?”
“You’re talking sh*t!”
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