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After the match, He Zhenglin finally let him go.

Two special-class students escorted Jimo back to his dorm. Seeing how nervous they were, Zhuang Zhe thought something had happened and hurriedly paused his game.

"Do you really not need to see a doctor?" Wang Yue gestured. "You... fell several times onstage just now."

Even watching from below, he had thought Jimo was badly hurt.

Jimo shook his head. "I'm fine."

After the two left, Zhuang Zhe came over. "What were you doing? How did you end up hanging around those special-class students again?"

With them gone, Jimo no longer needed to pretend. He sat up straight and rubbed his aching muscles. He had overexerted himself, and his body, which had gone a long time without exercise, was already feeling the strain.

But he was nowhere near as weak as he had acted on the field.

Before, what he had done tonight wouldn't have been much at all.

Zhuang Zhe was still staring at him. Jimo flopped onto his bed. "Zhuang Zhe, I'm dead tired. Let's talk tomorrow."

There were no classes the next day, Sunday. Still half asleep when he heard his alarm, Jimo got up, turned it off, and slept straight through until noon.

Most of Sunday was gone again. Jimo sighed. He wouldn't be able to finish the review he had planned for today.

In that case, there was no rush.

Jimo didn't even bother getting out of bed. He lounged against his quilt and pulled out his phone to find a message from Jiang Wangshu.

Jiang Wangshu: [Gege, are you feeling any better?]

Jimo replied: [Yeah, I'm fine.]

Right afterward, Jimo transferred 100,000 Alliance credits to him.

[Keep the money and go see a doctor. He should pay some medical expenses for that kick.]

Jimo was still chatting with him when the door suddenly opened with a clang.

Zhuang Zhe came in, flustered, carrying two meals.

"Damn, that scared me to death." Zhuang Zhe put the food down and hurriedly shut the door tight.

Jimo looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"You're asking me what's wrong?" Zhuang Zhe plopped down on Jimo's bed. "I went to buy food just now and heard people talking about you. They said you got jealous and fought someone at the riding grounds to compete for favor! You even sent a student council member to the hospital!"

Jimo: ?

"No wonder you were acting strange when you came back last night!"

Zhuang Zhe continued, "I was standing behind them in line, and from what they were saying, the student council is definitely going to come after you. You'd better be careful lately. I really couldn't tell you were such a good fighter that you could even take down Chen Ziwu."

Jimo had listened for a while without understanding. "Whose favor was I competing for?"

"Who else? Ke Yueyi's, of course. They even took pictures."

Zhuang Zhe shoved his phone into Jimo's hand. The forum homepage was displayed on the screen.

[Breaking news! That nouveau riche finally showed his true colors.]

[Yesterday I was learning to ride at the riding grounds, but halfway through, my instructor said something urgent had come up and told me to go back first. I asked around and found out it wasn't just my instructor—all the instructors at the riding grounds had something to do! Apparently, F4 had come, and the riding grounds didn't have enough staff. Luckily, I was smart enough to sneak after them, and that's how I got this earth-shattering scoop!!]

[#Picture#] [#Picture#]

[Holy crap, look at how that nouveau riche is fawning over him, sitting so close to Ke Yueyi. I'd never believe it wasn't on purpose.]

[I saw it coming ages ago. This nouveau riche has been lurking around that special-class student surnamed J, secretly learning from him for days. Last night he finally found a chance to make his move.]

[He's got some tricks, all right. He Zhenglin was definitely playing with the special-class student for fun, and the nouveau riche tagged along by clinging to the special-class student surnamed J.]

[Seriously, isn't he way too brutal? He actually sent someone to the hospital. You really couldn't tell he was that kind of person.]

The account was so vivid, it was as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

In the photo, Jimo had pulled up a stool and was sitting beside Ke Yueyi. Ke Yueyi's face was expressionless, while Jimo looked up at him with a smile.

They were damn good at catching the moment. Jimo had been pretending his stomach hurt, and Ke Yueyi had told him to pull up a stool. He had said yes, and that brief instant had been twisted into this rumor.

Zhuang Zhe even asked him stupidly, "When did you hook up with Ke Yueyi?"

Jimo's head hurt. "I didn't. Those people are spreading nonsense."

The original poster's tone and wording were very familiar. Jimo checked the ID; it wasn't Easton's Foremost Gossip.

That guy shouldn't think Jimo wouldn't recognize him just because he'd switched to an alt account.

Jimo didn't want to continue the topic. He held out a hand. "What good food did you buy?"

Zhuang Zhe handed it to him. "You can still eat at a time like this?"

"Thanks. I'll buy it next time."

Zhuang Zhe kept chattering in his ear.

Jimo ignored him, quietly finished his meal, and cleaned up. Then he took out his textbooks and studied, working through the plan he had drawn up item by item.

Jimo hadn't wanted to go to the library, but whenever Zhuang Zhe worried about someone, he became naggy. He sighed while playing his game and kept spacing out and staring at Jimo with a troubled frown.

He also kept offering unreliable suggestions. Now Zhuang Zhe spoke up again. "Jimo, why don't you buy some fruit and go apologize to Chen Ziwu at the hospital?"

Chen Ziwu couldn't compare to the members of F4, but he was still a genuine young master. In terms of class, he was far above nouveau riche like them, and it would be troublesome if he really came after them.

Jimo stuffed all his books into his bag. "I'm going to the library."

"Hey, you're really not going? I can go with you." Unwilling to give up, Zhuang Zhe called after him.

People didn't even try to hide their stares along the way. Wherever Jimo went, someone was watching him.

When he reached his usual spot in the library, two seats at the four-person table were already taken. Everywhere else was full too, so he could only sit there.

But the moment Jimo put down his bag, the people beside him sprang up and hurriedly gathered their books, looking flustered.

Only then did Jimo frown. "You..."

As soon as he spoke, the man and woman grew even more flustered. They quickly packed up and vanished in a flash.

"..."

Did they think he was some kind of virus?

Jimo sat down and had barely written two characters when he reached the limit of his patience and forcefully threw his pen onto his book.

"Clack!"

The gazes secretly trained on him from all around withdrew in fright. Jimo looked around.

Good. No one was looking at him now.

Only then did he focus on his books.

Jimo felt that his image as a background character had changed.

He had gone from an obscure, unnoticed background character to a scheming, green tea background character suspected of having mania and being highly aggressive.