Could He Really Add Me Himself?

Seeing that Jiang Wangshu's expression was still cold, Wang Yue grabbed his sleeve and pleaded, "Wangshu, help me prove it. We saw each other that day, and you know I didn't do that kind of thing..."

He broke off halfway through.

Jiang Wangshu had forcefully pulled his arm free. "Go away. I can't help you."

That night, he could barely protect himself, and he didn't think Huang Zhenghao was a reasonable person.

Besides, it wasn't as though he didn't hold grudges. He could still vividly remember Wang Yue yelling at him that day, saying his help was just wishful thinking.

Wang Yue stared blankly at his hand, standing there in a daze.

Jiang Wangshu looked away after speaking. He had just put down the things in his hands when he heard a thud at the door.

Jiang Wangshu froze.

Wang Yue had actually knelt before him.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Wangshu hurried over to help him up.

"No."

To his surprise, Wang Yue pushed him away. "I know I'm shameless, but I can't stand this torture anymore. Wangshu, you don't know what I've been through these past few days. Wherever I show up, I get beaten to a pulp."

"I'd rather die than keep living like this!"

Jiang Wangshu laughed at himself. How could he not know?

"Get up first."

"If you don't agre—"

Jiang Wangshu raised his voice. "Get up!"

Wang Yue flinched and slowly got to his feet.

He had never seen Jiang Wangshu so angry.

"Room 405 in the Yinghui Building. No one goes there, so you can hide out there for a while."

Jiang Wangshu had neither agreed nor refused, and Wang Yue couldn't tell what he meant.

Looking at the key Jiang Wangshu held out, Wang Yue hesitated, then took it.

He had heard before that Professor Mosi valued Jiang Wangshu highly, but he hadn't expected the professor to give him a key to the lab.

Jiang Wangshu sat down and read quietly.

Wang Yue mumbled his thanks and tactfully left with the key.

Jiang Wangshu didn't look up at him once.

The next day, Jimo received the materials and notes Jiang Wangshu had put together, with the important points marked out in great detail.

Jimo stared at the dark circles under his eyes. "Actually, I'm not in that much of a hurry. You didn't stay up all night doing this, did you?"

Jiang Wangshu stood at the door without coming in. "The exam's only two months away," he said vaguely. "Every extra day of revision gives you a better chance."

Zhuang Zhe happened to pass by and came over. Looking at the thick stack of study materials, he said, "Jimo, you're serious? I thought you were joking."

"Will you still live here then?"

Except for special-class students, their dorms were assigned by major. If Jimo transferred departments, he would most likely move out, and Zhuang Zhe was very happy with his current roommate.

Jiang Wangshu looked over too.

Jimo smiled. "What are you thinking? It's way too early to say. I might not even pass the exam."

"True."

Zhuang Zhe didn't know how good Jimo was, but he knew his own level.

Jimo's entrance exam score had been lower than his.

He breathed a sigh of relief and spoke without thinking. "Even if you get in, don't move out. More than half the medical school is made up of those special-class students. Where could you even move to? Who'd want to sleep in a garbage dump?"

The atmosphere froze.

Zhuang Zhe belatedly realized that one of the pieces of trash he'd just mentioned was standing right in front of him.

He had said it so smoothly that Jimo hadn't had time to stop him. Jimo hurriedly changed the subject. "Hey, why are we all talking at the door? Come in and sit down."

Jiang Wangshu gave Zhuang Zhe an indifferent glance. "No need. I have something to do."

With that, he actually left.

A little embarrassed, Zhuang Zhe scratched his head. "I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't talking about him."

Jimo glanced back at him, then hurried after Jiang Wangshu. "Xiao Shu, Zhuang Zhe didn't mean it like that."

"Mm."

Jiang Wangshu smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I got used to it a long time ago."

Jimo parted his lips, but in the end, he couldn't find anything to say. He watched Jiang Wangshu leave.

In the face of such an absolute difference in class, any words were feeble. Coming from him, someone who wore a sapphire school badge, words of comfort would only seem more hypocritical.

After they went back, Zhuang Zhe suggested several times that Jimo bring Jiang Wangshu along so the three of them could have a meal together.

Jimo thought it could work. Zhuang Zhe spoke without thinking, but he wasn't a bad person. Once they talked it out, things would be fine.

He just hadn't found an opportunity. He kept feeling as though Jiang Wangshu was deliberately avoiding him.

They usually ran into each other when eating at the cafeteria, yet he hadn't caught sight of him for several days in a row.

Jimo couldn't help sending him a message. Jiang Wangshu was as warm as ever and said he had been busy lately because he'd taken a part-time job.

All right. Jimo thought it over and asked where he was working, saying he wanted to come see him.

With the way the male lead attracted attention everywhere he went, his part-time job was very likely to trigger a mission.

Right after he sent the message and exited the chat, Jimo received a friend request.

The profile picture was pitch-black, and the username was simply the letter k.

It didn't look like someone decent.

Jimo decisively rejected it.

Before he could put his phone down, the person sent another request. This time, it had a note with just three Chinese characters.

Ke Yueyi.

"..."

Jimo frowned. Where had this jinx gotten his contact information, and why was he adding him?

But Jimo couldn't just refuse to add him...

The banquet hall was brilliantly lit, soothing, melodious music filled the air, and servers carrying trays slipped silently through the crowd.

Ke Yueyi had just finished exchanging pleasantries. For the old man's birthday celebration, the people in attendance were all leaders in powerful positions within the Alliance, and the old man had insisted on keeping him by his side and introducing them one by one.

He put down his wineglass and found a quiet spot.

Everyone inside wore a mask, and amid their cheerful conversations, deal after deal was struck.

A breeze blew past, and he felt a little tired.

It was then that Ke Yueyi suddenly remembered the person he had met in the lounge that day.

Teasing him had been pretty fun.

He opened his phone, and a photo popped up. Ke Yueyi looked at it for a long time, thought for a moment, and finally asked someone about him.

The other person replied quickly, sending over a string of contact details immediately.

"Who's that?"

The moment He Zhenglin spoke, Ke Yueyi turned off his phone.

He Zhenglin had only caught a quick glimpse. In the photo, someone in a school uniform was leaning against the restroom doorway, flamboyantly sweeping his hair back with one hand. He didn't know him.

"Why are you guarding it so closely? Someone from our school?"

Ke Yueyi frowned. "Why did you follow me out?"

He Zhenglin had known him long enough to tell at once that he didn't want to discuss the person in the photo.

He had a habit: the more someone didn't want him to do something, the more eager he became to do it.

He Zhenglin grinned roguishly and plopped down beside Ke Yueyi. "You slipped out without calling me. Good thing I thought on my feet and found an excuse."

He tugged irritably at his tie and complained, "I'd rather go back to school and attend classes than come to an event like this. Those old men, honestly..."

Ke Yueyi wasn't listening to his complaints at all. His phone vibrated, and he picked it up to look.

The first request hadn't gone through, but this time he had added a note, and it showed that the other person had accepted his friend request.

He was just about to say hello when the other person beat him to it, sending several messages in a row.

[Ke Yueyi? Are you fucking kidding me?!]

[Why don't you look at your ugly mug in the mirror? My bro is so good-looking and so far out of reach. Would he really add me himself? You think you can impersonate him? Use your brain!]

[Get lost!]

Finally, he sent a sticker of someone beating another person up.

Two veins bulged on Ke Yueyi's forehead, and his face turned livid.

He was just about to send a voice message telling Jimo to get over here when he discovered that Jimo had blocked him again.

"..."

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

After waiting a moment without getting a response from Ke Yueyi, He Zhenglin looked down and discovered that he was staring at his phone again.

Suddenly, Ke Yueyi stood up, his face extremely grim.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to school!"

He stressed the words heavily, as though he were speaking through gritted teeth.

He Zhenglin watched him leave and rubbed his chin, feeling that if he didn't follow him back, he would miss something exciting.