Chapter 99: Senior Has Absolutely No Resistance To Your Means part 1
The sky was still gloomy.
But in Wen Rong’s vision, a glimmer of golden light flashed, like the sun.
The palm touching him was also warm, dispelling the heavy cold pressing down on his body.
Wen Rong realized belatedly that Senior was holding his hand and walking him through the campus.
Students passing by cast surprised glances, but he didn’t want to let go. His fingers curled, grasping tightly onto that bit of warmth.
It’s so good. Senior is back.
Senior is finally back.
It clearly wasn’t a parting of death, yet Wen Rong deeply felt a sense of “regaining what was lost.”
Two figures crossed the poplar avenue at the cafeteria entrance, where only bare branches remained. Dry leaves crunched under leather shoes, sounding crisp like piano notes.
Wen Rong suppressed his excitement and asked, “Senior, where are we going?”
“President Zhou was Senior’s elder. Senior is very sad that he passed away.”
The footsteps stopped. Leon halted.
His golden hair fluttered in the wind as he smiled and asked, “For the next few days, can you stay by Senior’s side?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Wen Rong knew that the one who was sad wasn’t Senior, but himself. The one who needed company wasn’t Senior, but himself.
He couldn’t move on from President Zhou’s death, and Room 100 was frighteningly quiet, which was why Senior said that.
“Senior…” Wen Rong’s nose tingled with acidity.
“Okay?”
“Okay…”
For the next few days, Wen Rong’s post-class activities shifted from Room 100 to going to the library with Senior.
The two sat under the window where he usually sat. No one took the initiative to disturb them.
While Senior looked up materials, he studied beside him, books piled half a person high at his hand.
The symptoms he had in Room 100 unexpectedly disappeared. Wen Rong could concentrate on writing when he picked up his pen, and he could absorb difficult content into his brain.
Unknowingly, 90% of the plan set by Teacher Xu Qiu was completed.
Life gradually returned to the right track.
Half a month after President Zhou’s death, there was rarely any news about him. As the new presidential election was held, the internet returned to a state of peace.
In his gradually improving state, Wen Rong vaguely realized that death meant being forgotten.
Perhaps he wasn’t moving on, but slowly forgetting. Even when he wanted to recall all the details of the day President Zhou had his accident, he felt somewhat powerless.
He quickly jumped out of bed and wrote down everything that happened that day in a notebook.
He wanted to move on, but he didn’t want to forget.
As he finished writing, a thought spontaneously arose. “Brother.”
【Hm?】
“I remember you said the Main System would blur my memories of my previous life.”
【En.】
“But not all at once; it started after a period of time. And I remember many things vaguely, I just don’t remember that person.”
【En.】
“Is it because those people from my previous life have all passed away?”
【…】
The system’s silence gave Wen Rong the answer.
“Being forgotten once you die… isn’t that too cruel?”
【Host, aside from historical figures, traces of ordinary people’s existence will be erased within three generations.】
“Death = Being Forgotten.”
Wen Rong wrote this sentence on the last line.
The pen tip hovered at the end for a few seconds before he suddenly changed the subject. “Brother, do you think I’m suitable for studying mathematics?”
【Host, let us return to the original question. What do you want to do?】
“Before, I wanted to find a job, make money, and buy a house.”
【With Host’s current fame and connections, you don’t need to worry about not finding a job. You’ve even earned 500,000 on your own. Participate in a few more programs, and you’ll be able to buy a house very soon.】
“Later I wanted…”
【Hm?】
“Later I wanted to become an outstanding person like Senior and Shi Ye.”
【Host has already achieved that.】
“Now…”
Wen Rong wrote words on a new line:
I don’t want to be forgotten.
So I want to leave my name in history.
The next day, Wen Rong met with the three seniors from the News Club and explained his plan to accept Zhou Xie’s invitation to join the Student Council.
The three seniors didn’t have any objections; perhaps the dissolution of the News Club was something everyone tacitly understood.
The final heavy stone in his heart finally fell.
Although he couldn’t bear to part with life in Room 100, seeing the seniors moving in good directions gave him a sense of relief.
Another week passed in a rush. On Thursday evening, he was studying in the library with Senior as usual.
His phone buzzed. Thinking it was just a message from someone, Wen Rong didn’t pay attention at first. It was only when he paused to drink water that he discovered the 500,000 had arrived in his account.
Even after tax, it was a lot!
His eyes lit up instantly. If not for the need to keep quiet in the library, he would have almost jumped up and screamed.
“Senior,” he called out to Leon in a whisper.
“Hm?”
“My wages for the interview arrived! I’ll treat you to a meal.”
“So fast?” Leon tilted his head. “Are you treating Senior alone, or are you calling the three from the News Club? And Shi Ye?”
Wen Rong paused. With Senior by his side, he had subconsciously only thought of Leon and had actually forgotten the three seniors from the News Club, and Shi Ye.
He immediately felt a bit apologetic toward them and said embarrassedly, “I’ll ask them.”
Leon leaned forward across the desk, reaching out to block the phone screen. “Just treat Senior alone. If everyone comes, it’s a team dinner. Senior wants a date.”
A date?
Wen Rong’s pupils shifted gently along his lower eyelids. When he looked up again, that fleeting thought was thoroughly hidden. “Should I prepare a luxury car, flowers, and a candlelight dinner for Senior? I don’t have a driver’s license yet, how about—”
“Don’t.” Leon closed his eyes helplessly, the corners of his mouth lifting as if amused by his words.
“Let’s go to the amusement park. There’s a very large theme park in District 2. Three days is enough for a round trip.”
“Okay.”
Receiving the “instruction,” Wen Rong opened the Blue Book app and started searching for guides.
He was fast. Watching and noting at the same time, he went through various apps. In less than ten minutes, a rough calculation of train tickets, hotel, amusement park tickets, and meal costs for two people came to less than two thousand.
Only…
Wen Rong surprised himself.
I actually feel that two thousand isn’t a lot of money now.
In high school, two thousand was almost enough for three months of living expenses.
On second thought, arranging a fireworks show at the Research Center cost more than two thousand. He had excess money on his card; he could spend money on Senior.
Wen Rong put down his pen and said solemnly, “Senior, since we agreed it’s a date, I will arrange the itinerary and expenses. We set off tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.” Leon nodded with a beaming smile.
After a pause, he added, “By the way, no need to buy train tickets. I’ll drive.”
“Drive?”
Wen Rong searched the map. The system showed it was a four-hour drive, eight hours round trip. Worried, he asked, “Will driving eight hours be too tiring?”
“It doesn’t matter. Driving is more convenient for traveling to nearby places like this. Besides, it’s not suitable for you to take public transport right now.”
Right, I am a public figure, and Senior is a big shot who appears on the news. Ordinary travel guides don’t apply.
Wen Rong raised the budget and decided to go back tonight to create a safe and comfortable travel plan.
Early the next morning, the two set off from the school by car.
During the four hours, Wen Rong acted as a qualified chat companion, supervisor, and tour guide. By 11:00 AM, they arrived safely in District 2.
The weather wasn’t as good as in District 1, but luckily the cloud layer wasn’t thick. The sun, devoid of heat, plated the car roof in color, and their mood gradually became wonderful.
As the Old Capital of the Empire, the city architecture maintained the style of hundreds of years ago. Colorful small buildings were everywhere, four or five stories high, each window featuring a small balcony with wisps of green plants peeking through the railings.
“Senior, follow the navigation. I booked this hotel.”
“Okay.”
Leon thought Wen Rong would book an ordinary commercial hotel, so he was surprised to hear the AI announce “East Horse Island Hotel.”
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