There's Something I'm Not Sure I Should Say

Jiang Wangshu felt a little relieved.

Jimo was not a special scholarship student, after all, and was in a far better position than he was.

"I'll walk you back," Jimo said. "I went to your dorm looking for you earlier, but you weren't there."

Jiang Wangshu was puzzled. "How did you know which room I live in?"

He had never told Jimo where he lived.

Jimo froze for a moment.

Of course he hadn't known where Jiang Wangshu lived. The system had told him.

"I asked around on the way," Jimo said vaguely, quickly changing the subject. "Let's head back first. It's getting dark."

"Mm."

Jiang Wangshu took a slow step forward.

After he had taken two steps, Jimo noticed something was wrong, even though Jiang Wangshu was doing his best to hide it. "What happened to your foot? You're limping."

"I took a fall earlier. It was an accident."

"Really?" Jimo supported him and breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought Huang Zhenghao had come looking for trouble again."

Jiang Wangshu's eyes flickered. "No."

As soon as they entered the dorm building, they once again felt people peeking and spying on them.

Jimo said, "Do you feel like everyone here is looking at us?"

Jiang Wangshu spoke calmly, used to it. "They're looking at me."

Seeing that he had no intention of explaining, Jimo tactfully refrained from asking. He could more or less guess why.

Wasn't it all because of that F4 mess?

When they reached the dorm room and closed the door, the uncomfortable stares finally disappeared.

Jimo helped Jiang Wangshu onto the bed, then immediately crouched down and put a hand on his pant leg.

Jiang Wangshu stiffened and hurriedly stopped him. "What are you doing?"

"Checking to see how bad your injury is."

Jimo explained. His thoughts were perfectly innocent; he only wanted to look at the injury and had nothing else in mind.

"No need." Jiang Wangshu pulled his leg back and insisted, "I already looked. It's just a little scrape."

"All right." Jimo didn't press him. He left a bottle of medicine for bruises and injuries. "I'll get going, then. Get some rest."

Before leaving, Jimo remembered to add Jiang Wangshu's contact information this time.

Jiang Wangshu watched him leave. Once the door closed, his lashes trembled, and his expression grew pained, as though he could no longer bear it.

Having run into Huang Zhenghao, he naturally wouldn't have been let off so easily. He had only made up a lie because he didn't want Jimo to worry.

But that wasn't the point.

With trembling hands, he pulled up his pant leg, revealing a patch of dark bruises against his fair skin. He pulled it up farther, revealing a large red birthmark on his left thigh that covered nearly a third of it.

Jiang Wangshu looked at the birthmark. When he was little and didn't know any better, he had accidentally exposed it. After being laughed at by his companions, he had never worn shorts again.

Even now, very few people knew he had the birthmark.

Back then, he had already known that everyone liked beautiful things. He probably did too.

Jimo.

Jiang Wangshu looked at the introduction Jimo had sent him and stared blankly at those two characters for a long time.

The pronunciation rolled on the tip of his tongue, but in the end, he didn't say it aloud.

When his phone vibrated, the person on the other end was asking for his name. Jiang Wangshu hurriedly sent it over.

Jiang Wangshu put down his phone and glanced at the clothes folded at the head of his bed. I'll keep them for one more day. I must return them to Jimo the next time we meet.

Meanwhile, when Jimo came out, he found that the stares around him hadn't let up. They were even worse outside Jiang Wangshu's dorm building; practically everyone who passed him turned to look back at him.

It was just like a horror movie.

Since when did a passerby have this much presence?

He hurriedly pulled up his hoodie and strode back to his dorm.

When he reached the dorm, he heard Zhuang Zhe shout, "Jimo, you're finally back! You didn't reply to my message. Have you seen the forum?"

"What?"

He had been busy until now. When would he have had time to look?

"You're famous!" Zhuang Zhe thrust his phone in front of him and said urgently, "Everyone on the forum is talking about you now. They're saying you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Jimo took the phone and glanced at it.

[What's that Jimo's background? Does anyone know? He looks so gloomy, with skin as white as a ghost's and bangs that cover half his face.]

[He dared to drench Brother Yi, so it doesn't matter what his background is, much less when he's the son of a nouveau riche. Will the student council get involved, or will Brother Yi deal with him personally? Expulsion?]

[There's something I'm not sure I should say, but has no one suspected that this Jimo has ulterior motives? What if he used this trick to deliberately get Brother Yi's attention...]

Jimo was rendered speechless when he read that. Whether you should say it or not, you've already said it all.

From that post onward, things went off the rails. Every reply called Jimo a green tea, saying he thought he was the heroine of a romance novel and played the victim for attention, without even looking in the mirror to see what he looked like.

[Agreed! No wonder he's been so close to that special scholarship student surnamed J lately. Turns out he was learning from a master.]

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The attached picture showed Jimo just as he was coming out of Jiang Wangshu's dorm.

This was getting more and more ridiculous.

No wonder he kept feeling a chill down his back. Someone really had been following him.

Jimo calmly returned the phone.

Zhuang Zhe couldn't sit still. "Aren't you worried? Look what they're saying about you!"

"They'll forget about it after a while."

Academy life was too boring. Someone always had to provide the entertainment.

Jimo didn't take it too seriously. Ke Yueyi had already drenched him, so what more did he want?

Besides, he had stacked a passerby buff.

For now, the main thing was to hurry up and study, try to place in the top ten on this semester's final exams, and then transfer to the medical school and join the male lead's department.

There was no hope of transferring departments through connections.

Jimo was studying management, a notoriously easy major at Easton Academy. Very few students failed to graduate, and with his current grades, he was confident he could make the top ten.

But even if he placed in the top ten and qualified to transfer departments, he would still have to pass the medical department's assessment and obtain a medical school professor's approval to join.

The medical school professors had always been strict and by the book. Many of them were outstanding special scholarship students who had stayed on to work after graduation.

The people they looked down on most were nouveau riche like Jimo, who paid their way through school and wasted their days.

If he couldn't show them what he was truly capable of, he really wouldn't be able to stay.

Fortunately, the field Jimo had researched in his previous life had some connection to medicine.

By his reckoning, there were only three months left until finals.

It looked like he could only cram.

There were no classes the next day, so Jimo came to the library early in the morning.

It was his first time there since transmigrating into the book.

A blue light scanned the badge on his chest, and the transparent doors opened automatically.

Jimo gazed up at the sixty-foot-high obsidian dome, with an inexhaustible wealth of books before his eyes.

Standing there at that moment, Jimo felt a thirst for knowledge from the depths of his soul.

It had nothing to do with the mission.

Clinical pharmacology, pathology, immunology...

Jimo picked a few general textbooks from the shelves, found a nearby table, and buried himself in them.

He spent the entire day reading.

The library was a good place to escape the world. Here, all anyone cared about was the book in their hands.

Since he still hadn't received a mission notification from the system, Jimo simply kept coming here for several days in a row.

He even ran into a few young masters who usually looked careless and idle. Once they picked up a book, they actually became so absorbed that they forgot to eat and sleep.

Very good. They could keep up with gossip and studying alike, secretly competing behind the scenes.