Invisible Hand, Light of the Righteous Path

Inside the interview room, everyone watched as Jiang Linyuan stepped forward, remaining silent while their gazes darted back and forth between Jiang Zeyun and him.

They wore the unmistakable expressions of bystanders waiting for a show.

"What is the meaning of this, Jiang Linyuan?"

Jiang Zeyun's brows furrowed even tighter, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

"Heh."

Jiang Linyuan shot a smiling glance at Jiang Zeyun and went straight for the throat:

"Are you Wang Yun's dog? He hasn't even voiced an opinion yet, and you're already jumping out to bark?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, Jiang Zeyun's expression turned hideous, his face darkening until it looked like it could drip ink.

"If you want to play favorites, just do it. Don't pretend you're doing this for everyone's sake—don't make your daddy laugh."

Jiang Linyuan hit the nail on the head, tearing away the thin veil of moral pretense.

This world is just one giant folder of adult films; some are censored, and some are not.

For someone like Jiang Zeyun, who treats every pair of chopsticks as a family reunion dinner, Jiang Linyuan naturally felt no moral qualms.

"What kind of talk is that! Do you have any sense of responsibility as a member of the Student Union?"

Wang Yun had been dissatisfied with Jiang Linyuan for a long time, and now that he had seized the opportunity, he naturally refused to let it go, glaring and shouting.

"I almost forgot about you."

Jiang Linyuan shifted his gaze to Wang Yun and raised an eyebrow:

"At first, I thought it was a vicious dog protecting its master, but now it looks more like you're protecting your food."

"After all, a piece of dog shit like you is quite a rare sight."

"Pfft."

Off to the side, Lin Yilin couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this, her brows arching as a bright light flickered in her previously reddened eyes.

Meanwhile, the faces of Wang Yun and Jiang Zeyun turned the color of liver.

"This senior is so brave and cool..."

"What kind of person is this Student Union vice president? Isn't it obvious he's bullying the freshmen?"

"It's a bit disgusting. If the vice president is like this, what kind of atmosphere could the whole Student Union possibly have?"

The classroom erupted into whispers, and hearing these comments, Jiang Zeyun knew he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

"Hoo, Wang Yun, go outside and talk to the freshman."

He turned his head to look at Wang Yun, then looked back at Jiang Linyuan:

"There, are you satisfied now?"

"You're asking me? Are you really that oblivious?"

Jiang Linyuan said.

Jiang Zeyun choked, gritted his teeth, exhaled, and turned to look at Lin Yilin and Zhang Juntang:

"You two, shall we go outside and talk? This is already seriously affecting the recruitment event."

Lin Yilin snuck a glance at Jiang Linyuan; it was clear she intended to defer to his opinion.

"Let's skip the routine of making a big deal out of nothing and letting it go lightly."

Jiang Linyuan pointed at Wang Yun:

"Have him apologize to the freshman in public."

Lin Yilin had no intention of letting the matter slide easily either, and since her thoughts aligned with Jiang Linyuan's, she spoke up to state her position:

"A public apology is not too much to ask."

Wang Yun looked at the two of them, feeling both ashamed and furious. If he were really forced to apologize in front of so many people, his reputation would truly be ruined.

Thus, he cast a hopeful look toward Jiang Zeyun.

"Apologize."

Jiang Zeyun said impatiently.

He shouldn't have helped Wang Yun in the first place; it was a thankless task that only ended up getting him covered in filth.

"I..."

Seeing that the only person on his side had said as much, Wang Yun's face flushed red. Facing the gazes of the crowd, his pride took over his brain. The words he originally intended to say got stuck halfway, and he suddenly pivoted, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Why should I apologize!?"

666, that's like turning on a flashlight to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night—you're just looking for shit.

Jiang Linyuan was stunned by Wang Yun's outburst.

Things had already reached this point; if you had just stayed silent and not apologized, that would have been one thing, but to actually argue back in front of everyone?

So, you're going with "wrong but mighty," are you?

"What are you talking about?"

If you can't find the book by its title, try searching for the author; perhaps the name was just changed!

Jiang Zeyun also widened his eyes, not expecting Wang Yun to be stupid to such a degree.

"Apologize to her, now!"

"Seriously, what kind of person is this Wang Yun? He refuses to repent even now."

"Disgusting, disgusting, absolutely disgusting."

"Apologize!"

"How can someone like this be in the Student Union?"

Listening to the continuous stream of voices in his ears, Wang Yun's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling.

"Is apologizing that hard?"

Jiang Linyuan walked up to Wang Yun, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered with a laugh:

"If you don't apologize, I'll expose the fact that you were spreading rumors."

Hearing this, Wang Yun instinctively denied it:

"What nonsense are you spouting!? I never..."

"Liu Tingting told me herself, I have the chat logs. Do you want to see them?"

Jiang Linyuan cut him off directly, waving his phone.

Hearing the name of his goddess, Wang Yun looked at him in disbelief:

"Impossible! Tingting isn't that kind of person!"

How hilarious. Anyone who didn't know better would think you two were actually close.

In reality, you don't even qualify to be in Liu Tingting's fishpond.

Jiang Linyuan didn't waste any more words; he opened his phone and held the chat logs right in front of Wang Yun.

Wang Yun widened his eyes, not even blinking, staring blankly at the chat history on the screen.

The white light from the screen was even more blinding than the vast sea of green bubbles he had sent to Liu Tingting on WeChat.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, unable to bear looking any longer, appearing completely soul-crushed.

What are you heartbroken for?

Jiang Linyuan patted his face and pointed toward Lin Yilin:

"Go apologize, and make it loud."

Only then did Wang Yun recover from his one-sided heartbreak, his face twisting as if he were undergoing an intense internal struggle.

A moment later, he walked up to Lin Yilin, bowed ninety degrees, and shouted with full force:

"I'm sorry!"

Lin Yilin was startled by him.

From her perspective, Jiang Linyuan had muttered something in Wang Yun's ear, and then Wang Yun's complexion had shifted like a palette—white, purple, red—changing incessantly.

Before she could even collect her thoughts, Wang Yun was already standing in front of her, apologizing.

"Um, alright."

Lin Yilin nodded, accepting Wang Yun's apology while feeling somewhat distracted.

Perhaps she hadn't even realized it herself, but ever since Jiang Linyuan had stepped forward, her gaze had been fixed entirely on him.

"Yilin?"

At this moment, Zhang Juntang, who hadn't said a word, tugged at the corner of Lin Yilin's sleeve and whispered.

"I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

Lin Yilin snapped back to reality, looked at Zhang Juntang, and smiled as she hugged her arm, rubbing her cheek against it:

"What are you talking about? It's that guy who has the problem."

"Let's continue with the recruitment. Wang Yun, you go back and get some rest."

Seeing that the matter was mostly settled, Jiang Zeyun cleared his throat and spoke up.

But just at that moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Two people walked in; one was wearing a security uniform—someone from the school's armed department whom Jiang Linyuan wasn't familiar with—but he was very familiar with the other person.

Isn't that the counselor?

"Jiang Linyuan, Wang Yun, you two come over here. There are some things we need to discuss."

The counselor waved at the two of them in the classroom.

Jiang Linyuan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wang Yun, finding that he looked just as bewildered.

"Counselor, what's up?"

Jiang Linyuan walked over with a cheeky grin to greet the counselor.

The counselor looked at him and sighed helplessly:

"It doesn't have much to do with you, but then again, it kind of does."

Where did this riddle-master come from?