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Jimo scrolled farther down. The screen was full of filthy insults, all calling him immoral. His eyelid twitched, and he looked away, picking out only the important parts.

[My eyelid kept twitching last night, and I had a feeling something was going to happen. Sure enough, around the next corner, I saw the special-class student surnamed J again, surrounded by a group of people yet again. And the most important part! He Zhenglin of F4 was there too.]

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[Breaking news! F4 brought the student council to beat up the special-class student surnamed J. I just wish I'd been there.]

[F4 finally made a move. I've been waiting for this day forever.]

[Same here. What happened next? I sent you a gift, OP, so stop acting constipated and get it all out at once, will you?]

Jimo opened the pictures, his expression grave. In the first, Jiang Wangshu lay on the ground while a student council member crouched beside him, wearing a vicious expression.

In the second, the student council members were gone. He Zhenglin's face was turned to the side as he said something to Jiang Wangshu, and judging by his expression, it didn't look like anything nice.

And at that time last night, Jimo had been copying out Ke Yueyi's damn stuff.

No wonder he couldn't reach Jiang Wangshu today. Jimo guessed he might have been hurt too badly to contact him.

Zhuang Zhe was still going on: "Jimo, that special-class student friend of yours is way too good at stirring up trouble. Now that F4 has stepped in, I'm afraid it won't be that simple. Don't get mixed up in this mess... Hey, where are you going?"

Jimo ran off without looking back.

[System, why didn't you notify me when the male lead met F4?]

The system didn't quite understand what had gone wrong either. [Maybe their meeting had nothing to do with the mission.]

How could it have nothing to do with the mission? As long as F4 met the male lead and had an in-depth conversation with him, there was no way they wouldn't become interested in him.

No matter how he looked at it, it was impossible.

Jimo ran all the way to Jiang Wangshu's dorm and knocked several times, but no one answered.

Someone happened to be lingering by the entrance, so Jimo immediately stopped him. "Have you seen Jiang Wangshu?"

He knew everyone in this building knew Jiang Wangshu.

The person hunched his shoulders, a bag of medicine in his hand, and spoke slowly. "He, he might be in the infirmary right now."

Something about his face seemed familiar to Jimo.

"Thanks."

As Jimo started to leave, the person pulled him back. "Wait, are you going to find him? Can I come with you?"

"Sure, let's go together." Jimo was actually quite surprised that Jiang Wangshu had a friend.

Everything about this person's tone and body language showed that he put himself at the very bottom.

Worried about Jiang Wangshu, Jimo quickened his pace without realizing it. The person tried hard to keep up, but when he walked faster, he limped and seemed to be struggling. His leg was probably injured.

In the end, Jimo slowed down and waited for him.

Keeping a certain distance between them, the two walked one behind the other to the infirmary without a word.

Jimo stepped inside, but the person stopped at the door and handed him the bag of medicine.

"I won't go in. Could you give this to Wangshu for me?"

Now that Jiang Wangshu was already at the infirmary, would he really be short of medicine?

Jimo paused and took the bag. "You came all this way. Won't you come in and see him?"

"No, no."

Jimo's suggestion seemed to have flustered him, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

The moment he looked up, Jimo finally realized why he seemed familiar.

He was the special-class student Jimo had seen at the library, crying his heart out there for some unknown reason that day.

Before stepping into the infirmary, Jimo turned back and asked, "What's your name? So I can tell Xiao Shu."

But the person lowered his eyes as if he hadn't heard Jimo and hurried away.

He was a little strange.

Jimo looked away and walked into the infirmary with the bag.

The infirmary was very quiet. There was hardly anyone in the corridor, just a doctor on duty.

Jimo asked for directions and came to Jiang Wangshu's room.

Jiang Wangshu was fast asleep, an IV still attached to one hand. Jimo felt his forehead and found that he did indeed have a fever.

He sighed, put the bag down, and went out again.

Jiang Wangshu slept restlessly, feeling alternately cold and hot. He felt as though he had sweated a lot, and his body ached too. When he opened his eyes, he stared at the glaringly white wall for quite a while before noticing the movement beside him.

Jimo was doing his homework under a desk lamp, his expression focused. The room was especially quiet, and if he listened closely, he could hear the soft scratching of the pen moving across the page.

As if for fear of waking him, only Jimo's part of the room was lit, and under the lamp, Jimo's skin looked particularly pale.

Jiang Wangshu stared blankly for quite a while. Here in this cold hospital room, he actually felt an immense sense of peace.

Jiang Wangshu covered his chest, not breaking the quiet of the moment.

In the end, it was Jimo who noticed he was awake.

"You're awake. Are you hungry?"

Jimo walked over and felt his forehead, finding that his fever had gone down.

"I bought some congee. Sit up and have some first."

Jiang Wangshu came back to his senses. "Why are you here?" he asked hoarsely.

"You didn't reply to my messages or answer my calls, so I came looking for you."

Jimo put a cushion behind him without mentioning the forum, set up the tray table, and placed the congee in front of him.

"Someone came by with medicine at noon. He was the one who brought me here to find you, but when I asked his name, he ignored me."

Jiang Wangshu ate his congee quietly, pausing when he heard that. "It's fine. Don't worry about him."

Jimo was a little worried. "Why don't you take a few days off and go home?"

That would also let him lie low for a while. People all over the forum were talking about Jiang Wangshu now, and with F4 making a move, it definitely wouldn't be minor trouble like before.

If he came back once things had blown over, it would at least be a lot easier.

To his surprise, Jiang Wangshu shook his head. "I'm not going back. I have a part-time job tonight."

Go home?

Jiang Wangshu thought of the liquor bottles covering the floor at home and the curses that had accompanied him as he grew up.

When he got into university, his old man had only asked him, "You're pretty capable, huh? Need money?"

Jiang Wangshu said no, and his old man replied that if he didn't need money, he could go study.

He had escaped from home. Rather than go back, he would sooner die at the academy.

Jimo didn't know any of this. He knew Jiang Wangshu's family situation didn't seem very good, but the system hadn't said much about the details.

When he heard Jiang Wangshu say that, he nearly coughed up blood and collapsed. He could have accepted just about any other excuse more easily.

A part-time job?

"How are you going to work like this? Can you even stand steadily?" Jimo softened his tone. "Xiao Shu, tell me, are you really short of money?"

Jiang Wangshu looked at Jimo, then lowered his eyes and fell silent.

He knew that as long as he said he needed money, the person before him would give him the help he needed most.

Jiang Wangshu said, "I have a scholarship, and I have enough for living expenses."

"Then don't wear yourself out so much," Jimo said.

"Okay."

"Don't go to your part-time job tonight. The doctor definitely won't agree to discharge you."

Finally, at Jimo's urging, Jiang Wangshu called the café and his counselor, requesting three days off from each.

Only then did Jimo feel reassured.

"Stay here for these three days and don't go anywhere, understand?"

With a doctor at the infirmary, those people presumably wouldn't dare cause trouble.

Jiang Wangshu looked a little puzzled, but answered anyway. "I need to go back to my dorm to get a change of clothes."

Jimo held him down. "I'll get them for you. Get some rest."

Jimo still wasn't entirely at ease when he left, so before going, he made a point of asking the doctor to keep an eye on Jiang Wangshu.

After spending the day in the hospital room, Jimo had finished his homework too. He thought for a moment and decided to stop by Jiang Wangshu's place for a change of clothes before returning to his own dorm.

But when he arrived at Jiang Wangshu's dorm with the key, he froze.

The door to Jiang Wangshu's dorm was wide open, and toilet paper was scattered all over the corridor floor.

Jimo hurried inside. The room looked as though it had been ransacked, drawers and cabinets turned out and everything in a mess.

He frowned deeply. It seemed someone had already come by, and when they couldn't find Jiang Wangshu, they had taken it out on the room.