Workplace injury compensation

Even after the two of them had gone a long way, they could still hear Song Chengzhi counting.

Once they were some distance from the artificial lake, Zhuang Zhe could no longer hold back his laughter. "Hahaha, did you see how pathetic Song Chengzhi looked just now? That was so satisfying."

"But he really scared me to death just now." Zhuang Zhe looked at Jimo. "How was my acting?"

"Great." Jimo gave him a thumbs-up. "Thanks to you, everything went so smoothly."

"Hehe, you couldn't have pulled it off without me, could you? Treat me to dinner later."

"Of course."

After he finished laughing, Zhuang Zhe grew a little worried. "Song Chengzhi shouldn't be able to trace this back to us, right?"

Although he and Song Chengzhi didn't get along, their families did business together. If things got too ugly, his dad would definitely whip him.

"No. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."

Only then did Zhuang Zhe breathe a sigh of relief. "Do you think I'm that disloyal?"

Jimo's phone kept vibrating. He took it out and glanced at it. Song Chengzhi had already come to his senses and was frantically sending him private messages.

[It was you, wasn't it? You set me up! You tricked me into coming out on purpose. What do you get out of doing this!]

[You even tricked me out of my money...]

[Do you know I can trace your IP address?]

Perhaps he was scared too, because Song Chengzhi's tone wasn't as tough as before.

Song Chengzhi kept bombarding him with messages, so Jimo switched off his phone, took out the card, and tossed it into a trash can as they passed.

Naturally, he wouldn't leave that kind of loose end behind. The account he'd used to message Song Chengzhi was an alt he'd bought from someone outside the school. Even if Song Chengzhi tried to trace it, he wouldn't find Jimo.

Watching him, Zhuang Zhe suddenly asked, "By the way, what were you doing with his phone for so long?"

"Making a post."

"Huh?" Zhuang Zhe pulled out his phone in confusion and opened the forum.

When he saw the pinned post on the front page, he nearly fainted.

"Jimo." Zhuang Zhe's face went pale. "Do you know Song Chengzhi's cousin is Huang Zhenghao?"

Jimo blinked. "Huh?"

"Most people don't know. I only found out because I knew them before we enrolled. They haven't told anyone since starting university, either. You used Song Chengzhi's account to denounce his cousin, so it's no use."

Jimo had originally wanted to make the two of them fight each other. It seemed he'd wasted his effort, and might even have driven them to join forces against him.

"It's fine." Jimo reassured Zhuang Zhe. "We were just sleeping in our dorm tonight. We didn't go anywhere."

Zhuang Zhe looked as though he wanted to say something but held back. He seemed a little worried.

"Come on, let's get back and rest early."

When Jimo returned to the dorm and opened the forum again, he found that his post had blown up. The comments were full of onlookers, and some busybodies had worked out a timeline of Huang Zhenghao's interactions with F4 and started analyzing them one by one.

They were much more professional than he was. Jimo was about to take a closer look, but the page took forever to redirect and wouldn't load.

Then he watched the post get deleted right before his eyes.

Meanwhile, Huang Zhenghao was gripping his cousin's ear and berating him. "Are you fucking brain-dead? You stabbed me in the back."

Huang Zhenghao had been about to go to sleep that night when someone suddenly came to ask about his relationship with F4. He hadn't understood at first, but after asking more carefully, he learned what his cousin had done.

When he saw the venomous remarks from the anonymous users on the forum, Huang Zhenghao's anger shot through the roof. Unable to stand it for another moment, he rushed to his cousin's dorm building that very night to grab him.

"Cousin, cousin, easy... ow." Song Chengzhi shielded his ear, looking as though he wanted to move but didn't dare.

"Cousin, I've really been wronged. You don't know how some bastard set me up behind my back. They put a sack over my head and beat me several times. I didn't make that post, either. We're family, like brothers. How could I do something like that?"

Song Chengzhi felt terribly aggrieved. Lately, he'd been beaten for no apparent reason again and again, and he still couldn't find out who had done it. Now even his cousin, whom he was close to, had beaten him up first without finding out what happened.

Huang Zhenghao snorted. He believed him, but his tone was still harsh. "You're so stupid. Give me your phone."

Song Chengzhi hurriedly handed it over, only to see Huang Zhenghao tap the screen a few times and delete the post.

"Hey, hey!" Song Chengzhi tried to stop him. "That person said they'd beat me again if I didn't leave it up for three days."

Huang Zhenghao sneered. "Forget three days. I could beat you to death right now."

Song Chengzhi immediately shut up.

Huang Zhenghao asked, "Have you offended anyone lately?"

Song Chengzhi thought for a moment. "No. I just like taking pictures everywhere, you know, making posts about trending topics..."

"Posts? What posts?"

Huang Zhenghao spent his days busy arranging all kinds of activities within the student council. He also had to network with people above him, including professors at the academy and F4, and he had his own coursework to complete. From time to time, he also found time to beat people up for fun.

His time was like a wrung-out rag; he couldn't squeeze another drop out of it. He had no time to visit the forum.

Song Chengzhi scratched his head, too embarrassed to admit that he'd been riding his cousin's coattails for attention. "Just that recent business with the special-admission student. Hasn't your student council been chasing that special-admission student around and beating him up? A lot of students at the academy like watching, so I made a post to discuss it just a little."

The last time he'd sent someone to the bathroom to take pictures, the person had come back and said that Huang Zhenghao had nearly beaten him up too. He hadn't dared pick up his phone after it was smashed. Song Chengzhi had gone back to look for the phone afterward, but hadn't found it, and the post was gone too. He'd been too ashamed to go to his cousin.

Huang Zhenghao snorted coldly. His cousin's "just a little" was a huge understatement.

Song Chengzhi shuddered and stared at his cousin's fist, afraid it would come flying at him the next second. "Oh, right, cousin, I just remembered something. When they tied me up, they told me not to post random stuff about the top student. Could it have been the top student's people?"

"...No, that's not right. But they also said they weren't from the school."

"Catch."

Huang Zhenghao tossed the phone back to him, his gaze icy. "You believe everything they say? Be careful for now and follow my lead. I'll drag out whoever's behind this."

Jimo got up the next morning and sneezed several times. He hurriedly put on a light jacket. With so much studying to do, he really couldn't afford to catch a cold.

Today was the last day. Jiang Wangshu would be leaving the infirmary.

When Jimo came to see him that afternoon, he didn't bring any food. Once Jiang Wangshu was out of the infirmary, they could go to the cafeteria together.

By the time he arrived, Jiang Wangshu had already packed his things, with his clothes neatly folded in a bag.

"Why do you look so eager to get out?"

"Yeah." Jiang Wangshu joked for once. "I think I've become a mushroom that can read."

Jimo smiled.

"By the way, why did you suddenly transfer money to me yesterday?"

The transfer method Jimo had used didn't require acceptance; the money went straight into Jiang Wangshu's account. Even if Jiang Wangshu wanted to refuse it, he couldn't.

Jimo's lips curved. "I got it for free, so I might as well take it. Just keep it."

"But I..."

How could he accept someone else's money for nothing, especially when that person was Jimo, who had helped him so many times?

"Come on, you deserve it. Just think of it as workplace injury compensation. It's not much... Consider it a loan. We can talk about it after you graduate."

Only then did Jiang Wangshu reluctantly accept it.

He packed his things into his bag. Really, it was just one set of clothes and a few books, nothing more.

Jiang Wangshu said, "Let's go."

Jimo noticed a bag of medicine left on the table, still unopened. He suspected Jiang Wangshu hadn't even opened it to look inside.

"You forgot your medicine," Jimo reminded him.

"Oh." Jiang Wangshu glanced at it indifferently. "I almost forgot."

He hooked the bag with his little finger and threw it straight into the trash can.

Jimo paused. The top student, who had looked rather miserable, came to mind. Feeling a little sorry for him, Jimo asked, "Aren't you and your friend close?"

This was clearly taking his anger out on the medicine. The medicines inside were all common ones, perfectly fine, yet he'd just thrown them away.

Jiang Wangshu said seriously, "He's not my friend."