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Jimo told the system about his idea, but the system thought nothing of it. [Is there a difference? Aren't they all random background characters? In this book, only the protagonist matters.]

Jimo frowned as he recalled the look in He Zhenglin's eyes that day as he watched Jiang Wangshu walk away.

[I've still got a feeling He Zhenglin is dangerous. He didn't get what he wanted this time, so he definitely won't let it go.]

In the original novel, the first member of F4 to take an interest in the male lead was Ke Yueyi.

Ke Yueyi had caught sight of the male lead looking miserable after being bullied several times. Gradually, he began to take an interest and even changed his original plans a few times for the male lead's sake.

Ke Yueyi's unusual behavior naturally didn't escape the notice of his childhood friend He Zhenglin. Once He Zhenglin also turned his attention to the male lead, it was only a matter of time before he fell for him.

Thanks to Jimo's interference, Ke Yueyi was no longer interested in the male lead this time. Jimo had successfully snuffed out the little spark between them. As long as Ke Yueyi maintained that attitude, there would be no problems on that front.

The main concern was He Zhenglin. Jimo hadn't managed to stop their first meeting and had missed the best opportunity.

The system expressed its approval of Jimo's work. [It's only just begun, host. Don't rush.]

Jimo couldn't help wanting to know what happened next in the novel. [What else does He Zhenglin do to the male lead in the book?]

The system paused to think. [Remember the birthday party he mentioned at the riding grounds? Jiang Wangshu attended it in the original novel. Ke Yueyi took him there, and that was when He Zhenglin's feelings toward him began to change.]

Jimo frowned. [But there's no way Ke Yueyi would take Jiang Wangshu now. They haven't even spoken to each other yet.]

[Right.]

The system was at a loss too. [So I don't know how the plot will develop either. I can only tell you when I detect a change.]

Did that mean Jiang Wangshu wouldn't have to attend He Zhenglin's birthday party this time?

The conversation ended there, and Jimo realized he didn't seem to have learned anything.

After several days of reviewing his lessons, Jimo noticed that Jiang Wangshu was busy too. Their conversations always ended in a hurry.

He wondered how Jiang Wangshu's back was recovering.

As soon as class ended, Jimo headed for the medical school.

The moment he stepped into Jiang Wangshu's classroom, people turned to look at him, stopping what they were doing.

After what had happened at the riding grounds, every first-year special-grade student in the medical school knew who Jimo was.

Their feelings toward Jimo were complicated. He had helped them that day, but without him, they wouldn't have had to go to the riding grounds in the first place!

For a moment, no one in the classroom spoke.

Jimo looked around but didn't see Jiang Wangshu.

Someone in the corner stood up. "Are you looking for Jiang Wangshu?"

Jimo looked over. It was one of the people who had helped him back that day. Was his name Li Shuangjian?

"Yes. Isn't he here?"

Li Shuangjian nodded. "He left as soon as class ended. He probably went to his part-time job."

"All right, thanks."

Jimo turned and headed off campus. It had only been a few days. Why was Jiang Wangshu working part-time again already?

The milk tea shop was much more crowded than it had been the last time he came.

Many of the customers were wearing their academy uniforms. They had filled every seat inside, and those who couldn't find a place had set up tables and chairs outside rather than leave.

"The one in white at the counter. He's that special-grade student whose surname starts with J."

"So it's him. Now that I see him, he's pretty good-looking."

"But I didn't expect a student from our school to actually go out and work part-time. Everyone's been talking about it on the forum, but I thought it was just a rumor. Special-grade students really bring shame on the academy."

These people ordered a drink and stayed put, whispering in the shop and discussing someone else in what they thought were very quiet voices.

Or perhaps they simply didn't care whether he heard them.

What was so shameful about earning money through your own labor? What was going on in these young masters' and misses' heads?

Jimo frowned and looked toward the counter.

Jiang Wangshu was focused on his work, not sparing the people over there a glance.

Jimo stood there watching for a while, then turned and walked out.

He waited under a tree for a while before he saw Jiang Wangshu come out at a brisk pace.

"Brother, what brings you here?"

Jimo was slightly relieved to see him walking normally, unlike that day when he couldn't straighten his back.

He said, "Just ignore those people in the shop..."

Jimo was afraid that going into the shop and interfering would only make things worse. He was at the center of the discussion himself now.

Jiang Wangshu's expression barely changed. "They're just a bunch of people who love to gawk."

Ever since he had started working again after his condition improved, people had been coming in waves to hang around the shop, crowding around him as if he were a monkey in a cage. He didn't know who had leaked the news that he worked there.

Some had even gone further and taken out their phones to take pictures. Jiang Wangshu had stopped them several times without a change in expression.

Jimo said, "Quit this part-time job."

"Yeah, I've already mentioned it to the boss. He's had a lot of customers these past couple of days, so he asked me to stay and help for a few more days."

Jimo thought that the 100,000 Alliance Currency Jiang Wangshu had won, plus the allowance from the school, should be enough for him to live on. He didn't have any major expenses, and his tuition was waived too.

So Jimo didn't press the matter any further.

Jiang Wangshu was busy and couldn't get away, so Jimo left after they exchanged a few words.

Jiang Wangshu watched Jimo leave. Once Jimo had slowly walked out of sight, the smile on Jiang Wangshu's face faded.

He picked up his phone, which had been vibrating nonstop for a while now. Messages were still pouring in.

"Why haven't you sent this month's money? I worked my ass off raising you, and this is how you repay me?"

"Someone came to the house a couple of days ago. I heard it all from them. Your school gives you an allowance of over a hundred thousand. Fuck, how dare you lie to me."

"If you don't have time to come back, I've got plenty. I'll come find you at school tomorrow."

Jiang Wangshu nearly crushed his phone. He took a deep breath and made the call.