It's All a Misunderstanding!

That felt great!

After saying what he had kept bottled up for so long, Jimo felt refreshed all over. A thousand words came down to one: great. He had wanted to tell him to get lost for ages.

He was always at a disadvantage when dealing with Ke Yueyi. This time, he had finally gotten the better of him.

Sitting at the desk, Jimo imagined the expression on Ke Yueyi's face when he saw those messages. It had to be priceless. Jimo was so delighted that he could barely focus on his books.

Jimo had already worked out what to say. When Ke Yueyi added him again, he would promptly admit his mistake and sincerely say he had thought someone was impersonating him.

Besides, he had said a few complimentary things about Ke Yueyi, too.

But after a long wait, Jimo finished the entire practice paper, and his phone was still silent.

There was no response from Ke Yueyi.

Clutching his phone, Jimo couldn't sit still any longer. His expression kept changing.

Should I add him back now?

But wouldn't that give me away?

Now that the thrill of revenge had worn off, Jimo was beginning to feel a faint twinge of regret.

Just then, his phone vibrated. Jimo felt so guilty that he nearly threw it away.

Seeing him like that, the system couldn't help saying, [You just had to go and ask for it.]

[I wanted to.]

Jimo steadied himself and opened the message, only to find that it was from Jiang Wangshu. His feelings were complicated. It was as though a weight had lifted, but he still didn't know when the blade would fall.

[Shaking milk tea. Want to come over, gege? I'll treat you to some.]

That was in response to his earlier question about what kind of part-time job it was.

Jimo agreed immediately. He never felt very safe alone in the dorm.

He simply took his phone and keys and headed out.

As soon as he reached the hallway, he sensed something was off outside. His dorm building was near the back hill and was usually deserted. Apart from the people who lived there, not even passersby would come this way, but now quite a crowd had gathered downstairs.

There was a faint sense of commotion in the air.

It was highly unusual.

Jimo stopped in his tracks, a bad feeling rising in his heart. He hurriedly put on his cap and chose the staircase on the less crowded side.

Just then, he heard someone in the crowd shout, "Ke Yueyi!"

A shout of "He Zhenglin!" followed right after.

Jimo's eyelid twitched. Two of them had actually come.

As he went downstairs, people kept racing madly up past him. Jimo heard what they were discussing, and the topic never strayed from Ke Yueyi.

"Why would Ke Yueyi come here? I heard he's looking for someone, and He Zhenglin came with him."

"Who is he looking for? Does anyone special live in this building?"

"Never mind that. They should be coming up. It's too crowded over there, so it's faster to go this way..."

They couldn't really be here for me, could they?

Jimo tightened his grip on his phone and hurried on.

When he finally dashed downstairs in one go, he looked back to see the other side still packed so tightly that no one could get through.

Whether Ke Yueyi had come looking for him or not, he wouldn't have to run into him as long as he wasn't in the dorm.

Jimo patted down his clothes and turned around, still catching his breath.

There was Ke Yueyi, leaning against the wall, his dark green eyes fixed on him. He seemed to have been waiting for Jimo for quite some time.

"..."

Jimo's mouth stretched into an exaggerated smile, his face full of delight. "Bro! What are you doing here? What a coincidence! I was just heading out, or I'd invite you in to sit for a while."

"What a coincidence? I was waiting for you," Ke Yueyi said.

"Waiting for me?

Jimo looked flattered. "Bro, if you wanted to see me, you only had to say so. Why come all this way yourself?"

Ke Yueyi gave him a cool look.

Jimo pretended not to see it and slapped his forehead. "Oh, right! Speaking of that, I just remembered something. Someone added me today and actually had the nerve to impersonate you, bro. How outrageous!"

"But I already gave him a scolding and scared him off, so don't worry, bro."

"That was me." Ke Yueyi folded his arms.

Jimo's eyes widened, and he stood there in a daze, looking as though he had been scared witless. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Ke Yueyi repeated himself, looking very patient. "The person you scolded was me."

Jimo opened and closed his mouth silently, unable to get a word out.

"Dog face? No brains? Hmm?"

Three seconds later, Jimo finally reacted. Looking as though he had been struck by lightning, he threw himself at Ke Yueyi. "Bro, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Oh god, look what I've done. I'm the one with no brains."

Jimo clutched Ke Yueyi's arm. "Bro, I was wrong. I really thought someone was impersonating you, so I got angry! The main thing is, I never expected you to add me first."

The system couldn't bear to watch. [You're overdoing it. That's some seriously exaggerated acting.]

[Shut up.]

Ke Yueyi studied his face.

He looked sincere and remorseful, as though he truly regretted it.

Once might have been a coincidence, but twice, three times...

This person kept bringing surprises into the carefully planned course of his life.

Ke Yueyi looked at his outfit again. Everything he wore was utterly ordinary. There was nothing wrong with it, but it didn't give anyone anything to look forward to, either.

His bangs were still uncut, and he still wore his glasses.

Only Ke Yueyi knew what astonishing brilliance and defiance lay hidden behind those glasses.

Ke Yueyi thought of the Eurasian wolves he kept at Talun Ranch. For a while, he often went hunting in the forest and threw his kills to the wolves. The prey was tastier than the gray rabbits on the ranch, and after eating, the wolves stopped hunting. In the afternoons, they would lie lazily in the grass and bask in the sun.

The gray rabbits had always kept well away from the wolves, but one little gray rabbit was especially bold. Perhaps it wanted to avenge its friends; it actually dared to approach a wolf, touch its whiskers, and throw little stones at it.

Several times, Ke Yueyi saw the wolf get annoyed, pin the rabbit down by its belly and growl. The rabbit would squeak in fright and rub against the wolf ingratiatingly. Biting off the rabbit's head would have taken only an instant, but the wolf never did it.

Why didn't the wolf just eat this little snack in one bite? At the time, he had thought it might be because he had fed it enough.

But at that moment, Ke Yueyi suddenly understood. The wolf was bored on the ranch. It had no natural enemies, no competition, and the other gray rabbits didn't dare provoke it.

Only this little gray rabbit was especially bold.

And Jimo was that little gray rabbit now.

He was afraid, yet he still dared to provoke him.

His disguise was self-satisfied and full of holes. When Ke Yueyi pressed his claws down on Jimo's gray belly, he became much more docile, but only for a little while.

Once Ke Yueyi let his guard down again, there was no telling which direction the annoying little stones would come flying from next.

Ke Yueyi took hold of his chin and removed Jimo's glasses.

A pair of beautiful dark eyes gazed pitifully at him, and Ke Yueyi seemed a little less angry.

He put the glasses back on him and tossed Jimo his phone.

"Add me."

Jimo caught on and was overjoyed. "All right, all right, bro. I'll add myself right away."

Just then, the phone suddenly rang. Thinking it was his own, Jimo answered it by reflex.

"Yi, have you found him? These people are about to bury me."

Jimo let out an "Ah," realizing he had the wrong phone.

He Zhenglin's voice changed slightly. "Who are you? Why do you have Yi's phone?"

A hand took the phone from him. "It's me. Everything's fine. We can go now..."

With that, he hung up.

Ke Yueyi turned to ask him, "Done adding yourself?"

"Done."

"Come with me."

With that, Ke Yueyi walked off.

Jimo didn't dare not follow. He was still thinking about his appointment with Jiang Wangshu and wanted to let him know.

But whenever he opened his phone, Ke Yueyi would cast a cool glance his way.

"Addicted? Can't bear to put your phone down?"

"N-no." Jimo hurriedly put it away. "Bro, where are we going?"

Ke Yueyi didn't answer. He led Jimo across most of the campus to a lounge.

It was probably his personal lounge. It was expensively furnished, and the table was covered in competition trophies.

Jimo glanced over them. They ranged from horse racing to physics competitions.

He hurriedly flattered him. "Bro, are these all yours? That's amazing."

Out of nowhere, Ke Yueyi asked him, "You think I'm good-looking?"

Jimo was stunned for a moment before realizing he meant what Jimo had deliberately said when deleting him.

"Good-looking!"

He meant it. If Ke Yueyi weren't so good-looking, his family background alone wouldn't have made him so popular on campus.

His grades, looks, and family background were all impressive.

"Who's good-looking?"

"You are, bro."

"Who's bro?"

"Ke Yueyi."

It was like teaching a child to talk, and Jimo was a little puzzled.

Then he heard Ke Yueyi say, "Put it all together."

Is he that narcissistic?

Jimo paused. "My bro Ke Yueyi is good-looking."

"Mm. Ten thousand times. You're not allowed to leave until you've copied it all. I'll check tonight."

Jimo was dumbfounded.

"No, bro, don't go! I can't write it ten thousand times!"

Seven characters, ten thousand times—that was seventy thousand characters.

Jimo's vision went black.

Ke Yueyi was ruthless. He didn't even look back, and before leaving, he took Jimo's phone too, as though afraid he was addicted.

"There's food in the drawer. Help yourself."

Finally, he locked the door.

Jimo looked at the thick stack of paper on the table, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

He hadn't even finished reviewing his own books, and now he had to waste time on this?

Jimo cursed him countless times in his heart, but he was also afraid Ke Yueyi would come up with some other way to make things difficult for him. In the end, he resigned himself to sitting down and writing.

After laughing at him, the system felt something was off.

[Host, doesn't this scene feel familiar?]

Jimo was swinging his pen so fast it was about to smoke. [Sure does. Isn't this what happens to a supporting character who goes against the protagonist in a TV drama? Nothing good comes of it.]

[That's not what I mean.]

The system spoke unhurriedly. [This scene is in the book too. After the male lead Jiang Wangshu provoked F4, he locked him up at home and made him copy text.]

[Apart from the setting and the reason he provoked F4, the copying punishment is the same. What does that tell us?!]

Jimo's pen stopped, and his expression grew serious. Perhaps there really was an important clue he had missed.

He waited for a while, then heard the system declare emphatically:

[It tells us F4 just loves punishing people by making them copy things!]

[...]

Taking the system seriously was his retribution.