Catching the Livestream

It had to be those people from the student council.

Could they have been acting on F4's orders?

Ke Yueyi came to Jimo's mind, but he immediately dismissed the thought. It probably wasn't him. If they really were acting on F4's orders, it would have been He Zhenglin.

Jimo stared at the dorm key Jiang Wangshu had given him. Those people were utterly lawless, using their privileges to barge straight in.

It seemed this place wasn't safe anymore either. He couldn't leave Jiang Wangshu alone.

Jimo stood there for a long moment before suddenly remembering something. He immediately pulled out his phone and opened the forum.

Sure enough, there was another livestream on the forum. The one called Easton's Foremost Gossip was posting again, with photos all over the thread.

Jimo looked through it for a while and found that the student council members had indeed come, led by Huang Zhenghao. When they couldn't find Jiang Wangshu, they smashed things up and left in a rage.

Jimo couldn't help feeling relieved that he'd had the foresight to have Jiang Wangshu take three days off and stay in the infirmary.

As Jimo read on, a new photo suddenly appeared. He opened it and saw a slender figure standing with his back to the camera in the middle of the wrecked dorm room.

It was captioned: [Let's dig into the friend of the special student surnamed J. Does everyone remember what happened in the cafeteria? This person turns out to be that green tea who wanted to become someone's disciple!]

The person in the photo was Jimo himself, standing straight in the dorm room with his head lowered as he looked at his phone.

Fortunately, the photo didn't show his face.

A vein throbbed on Jimo's forehead. He'd actually caught a livestream of himself.

Good. Easton's Foremost Gossip hadn't left yet.

That suited him perfectly.

Jimo gripped his phone and pretended he knew nothing. He took nothing with him and came out empty-handed, keeping his face away from the camera as he quietly went down the stairs.

His desolate figure was soon photographed and appeared in the thread.

[Looks like this green tea friend doesn't know where the special student surnamed J is. Looks like we'll have to come back tomorrow.]

Easton's Foremost Gossip quickly finished typing. Seeing the stream of gifts and requests for updates below, he put his phone away with satisfaction.

It seemed there would be nothing more to gain here today. Humming a tune, he headed downstairs with a light step.

He didn't notice the pair of eyes watching him closely from the shadows.

Jimo followed him carefully. After they'd gone some distance and were completely outside the special students' dorm area, Jimo pulled out the sack he had and quickly slipped it over him in a spot without surveillance cameras, tying the opening tight.

"Who is it? Let me go!" Easton's Foremost Gossip's voice came out muffled from inside, full of panic.

"Help! Don't hit me! I've got money. You can have it all..."

Jimo said nothing and simply kept beating him.

The pleas for mercy from inside the sack gradually grew faint. Jimo stopped there; he only wanted to warn him, not actually hurt him.

He pulled the opening apart, and Easton's Foremost Gossip rolled out of the sack, his face drenched in sweat. He was more frightened than physically hurt.

He looked as though he'd fainted from fright. Jimo was speechless for a moment. He'd barely touched him.

He adjusted the mask over his face. "Hey, wake up."

Jimo checked him and found he was fine, which put him a little more at ease. There was such a difference between him online and offline. On the forum, he acted as though he had an opinion on everything, but who would have thought he was such a coward in person?

Jimo picked up the phone from the ground and typed a few words in the other person's notes app.

(Don't go saying whatever you please, or I'll beat you up every time I see you.)

Once he was done, Jimo put the phone back, brushed the dust off his clothes, and strode away.

If this person hadn't been spouting nonsense on the forum and fanning the flames, everyone wouldn't have been so interested in Jiang Wangshu and him.

He couldn't bring up the posts directly, or it would be the same as giving himself away. He could only warn him indirectly.

After class the next day, Jimo went over to Jiang Wangshu's place again and tidied his dorm room a little. With the place in such a mess, it was impossible to put everything completely back where it belonged. Jiang Wangshu would find out sooner or later.

Jimo brought a pot of fragrant, slow-cooked soup to the infirmary. As soon as he entered, he saw Jiang Wangshu leaning against the bed, reading a book. It was a picture of peaceful tranquility.

The things happening outside seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"You're here, Gege." When he saw Jimo, Jiang Wangshu put down his book and gave him a faint smile.

"Mm." Jimo hesitated. "Xiao Shu, you don't seem to use your phone much?"

Every time Jimo came, he saw Jiang Wangshu busy with something else and rarely saw him on his phone.

"Mm. I check it when I get messages."

"Then do you not go on our school forum either?"

Jiang Wangshu shook his head. "Why?"

"No, it's nothing," Jimo said quickly. "Come on, drink it while it's hot."

It was better not to know. Reading those comments online every day would be upsetting.

"That night... what happened?"

Jimo had held back all day, but in the end, he couldn't stop himself from asking.

What exactly had happened between Jiang Wangshu and He Zhenglin?

Jiang Wangshu paused. "You didn't come that day, so I was going to your dorm to look for you. On the way, I happened to come across the student council beating someone up. I knew the person they were beating, and they stopped me."

Jimo felt a little guilty. "If I'd gone to see you that day, none of that would have happened."

Jiang Wangshu shook his head.

"But... how did He Zhenglin get involved? He didn't give you a hard time, did he?"

Jimo asked the question he most wanted answered.

Jiang Wangshu tilted his head. "How did you know he was there too?"

"Uh..." Jimo thought for a moment. "I heard other people talking about it."

"He might have been passing by too. We barely said a few words before he told me to get lost."

Jimo blinked. "That was it?"

"Did he do anything strange to you?"

For example, show that he liked him or something.

Jiang Wangshu took a moment to process the question. He didn't know what counted as strange behavior, but after thinking for a while, he said no.

Only then did Jimo relax. He quickly reminded him, "Stay away from him next time you see him, so you don't keep getting into trouble."

"Mm." Jiang Wangshu nodded obediently.

Seeing how obedient Jiang Wangshu was, Jimo couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the top of his head like an older brother.

Jiang Wangshu looked away, a little embarrassed. After Jimo lowered his hand, he said he wanted to take a shower, so Jimo took his own clothes out of his bag.

"These... where are my clothes?"

"Wear mine for now. The underclothes are all new; they haven't been worn. Your dorm room is a little messy..."

That was enough for Jiang Wangshu to understand, but he didn't have time to think about it. A fresh scent of grass and wood had completely captured his attention. He had smelled it on Jimo before, faint and elusive.

It suited Jimo's temperament perfectly, clean and refreshing like rain on an autumn night.

This was the second time he had worn Jimo's clothes.

Jiang Wangshu didn't know what was wrong with him, but his cheeks felt a little hot. He hurriedly held the clothes up to cover them and said, "I'll go take a shower first."

"Mm."

Jimo acknowledged him, paying no attention to his strange behavior, and took out his phone to check the forum again.

He figured that after the beating he'd given Easton's Foremost Gossip last night, he probably wouldn't dare say whatever he pleased on the forum anymore.

But when he opened it, another post was highlighted in red. It was Easton's Foremost Gossip denouncing him and swearing to find the person who had beaten him up last night.

Jimo ground his teeth. This guy was really asking for it. It seemed he'd gone too easy on him last night, since he was still so lively on the forum.

The second post on the hot list was the livestream of Jiang Wangshu being beaten. Fortunately, that thread had stopped at the previous night, with no new developments. Gossips occasionally asked for updates in the comments.

Easton's Foremost Gossip wasn't in the mood to pay them any attention. He was now focused entirely on finding the culprit and had even offered a reward in the thread for anyone who could provide a lead. Quite a few people had joined in the commotion below.

Jimo was puzzled. Why was this forum so friendly to Easton's Foremost Gossip? Every post he made ended up on the hot list.