Jiang Nan slowly turned his head.
Uncle He looked innocent. "You can't blame me for that one."
Jiang Nan snorted. "Who else would I blame?"
Although Jiang Nan was usually pretty laid-back, he became incredibly irritable whenever he played Honor of Kings.
Uncle He said, "Blame the jungler. He just had to go fight that little monster."
Jiang Nan thought about it. "Good point."
So the two of them began savagely ganging up on the jungler.
The jungler posted in public chat: [Please check the scoreboard. Anyone who's died five times or more has no right to criticize me.]
Uncle He, who had died five times: "..."
Jiang Nan, who had died seven times: "..."
The living room fell quiet, making the sound of the wheelchair's wheels especially distinct.
Uncle He and Jiang Nan turned in unison to look at Fu Jingzhou.
Expressionless, Fu Jingzhou went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of purified water.
Jiang Nan eagerly trotted after him. "Zhouzhou, if you need anything, just tell me. I can help."
Fu Jingzhou glanced at him. "Stay away from me."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He stood rooted to the spot, stunned.
As Fu Jingzhou's wheelchair passed him, he added, "I'm afraid I'll catch it from you."
Jiang Nan stood there without a word.
771 couldn't help asking: [What's wrong?]
Jiang Nan: [I'm just having some regrets.]
Regrets about what?
Transmigrating into the book?
771 was about to ask when Jiang Nan continued on his own: [Back then, I even sent the author a character-summoning gift because of him. If I'd known, I wouldn't have sent it.]
He returned to the couch seething, and Uncle He looked over at him with pity.
Jiang Nan: "What?"
Uncle He: "The jungler reported you."
Jiang Nan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What right does he have to report me?"
"Because you went AFK at the fountain." Uncle He thought for a moment, then added, "And the other three teammates reported you too."
Jiang Nan: "There are only five of us on the team. Apart from you, me, and the jungler, aren't there only two teammates left?"
Uncle He said quietly, "I reported you too."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He picked up his phone and went upstairs without another word.
After Jiang Nan came out of the shower, he received another call.
It was an unfamiliar number with no contact name.
"Hello?" he answered glumly.
"What are you doing?"
It was a male voice with a very pleasant timbre, though his tone was a little cocky.
Jiang Nan thought it was a scam or sales call.
So he lowered his voice. "I'm hanging myself."
The person on the other end was stunned into silence for a long moment.
Jiang Nan was amused. "Don't call me again. Call again and I'll knock your head off!"
Just as he was about to hang up, an earth-shattering roar came from the other end: "Jiang Nan!"
Jiang Nan frowned. "Big data is really going too far these days. You even know my name..."
"Not only do I know your name, I also know you won't be getting your allowance next month. And it's not just next month's allowance. Your cards are getting frozen too."
Jiang Nan froze.
Before he could say anything, the person on the other end angrily hung up.
Jiang Nan turned to look at 771. "Who was that just now?"
"Hmm..." 771 checked, then gloated, "It was your older brother, Jiang Qingye."
771 drew out the words, then Jiang Nan sent him flying with a punch.
The little black ball of fluff made intimate contact with the wall.
Jiang Nan took a deep breath and called back.
The call was rejected within a second.
So he checked his WeChat balance again. It was quite a large amount, so he counted carefully. Even ignoring the odd change, he still had a hundred and fifty thousand.
A hundred and fifty thousand!!!!
Screw calling him!!!!
Meanwhile, on the top floor of Jiang Group.
The man sat with his legs crossed, wearing a white shirt with several buttons undone at the chest.
He narrowed his peach-blossom eyes at his phone. He waited half an hour, but Jiang Nan never called a second time.
"Heh."
A cold smile curled his lips. His face livid, he called the front desk.
"The next time the young master comes, make absolutely sure you don't let him in."
The receptionist: "Yes, Mr. Jiang."
The next day, Jiang Nan slept until the sun was high in the sky.
He was a little hungry, so he washed up and went downstairs.
The servants had finished cleaning early, and the villa was quiet.
He reached the first floor and was about to check whether there was anything left to eat in the kitchen when he spotted Fu Jingzhou.
The man sat on the couch in a thin black shirt that made his skin look very fair, his hair falling loosely over his forehead.
He was reading a financial magazine.
Hearing footsteps, he looked over.
Jiang Nan was a little surprised. "It's already ten. You haven't left yet?"
Fu Jingzhou: "It's Saturday."
Jiang Nan gave an awkward laugh. "I slept so much I got confused."
Fu Jingzhou's gaze was indifferent. "I find it perfectly normal for you to ask that."
Jiang Nan: "That mouth of yours really is..."
Meeting the man's cold gaze, he silently swallowed the word "venomous" and said with a smile, "That mouth of yours really is sweet."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
A delicate silence settled over the living room.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
As though granted a pardon, Jiang Nan hurried to answer it.
The delivery guy handed him two thick document envelopes. "Hello, your graduation certificates are here."
Jiang Nan thanked him, closed the door, then looked down at the envelopes.
One look nearly made him think he was seeing things.
"Holy shit!"
It was actually Cambridge!!!!
Jiang Nan roared inwardly.
Help, help!
All he'd done was transmigrate into a book, and not only had he become rich and leaped across social classes, he was also a Cambridge graduate.
"They arrived?"
Fu Jingzhou turned on the couch and asked.
Jiang Nan pressed his lips together, feigning modesty. "They did."
He carried the envelopes over and set them on the couch.
Just as he was about to open one, Fu Jingzhou suddenly leaned forward and took hold of one edge.
Jiang Nan immediately pressed down on the back of his hand. "I want to open it myself."
Fu Jingzhou paused. His fingers remained on the envelope without moving as he stared intently at Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan raised an eyebrow, adamant. "It's my graduation certificate. Of course I should open it myself."
"I know Cambridge is awesome, and you're very shocked and envious, but this is my stuff, after all."
Jiang Nan tried his hardest to widen his eyes, attempting to drive him back with his sincere, stubborn gaze.
Fu Jingzhou was silent for a long moment.
Suddenly, his lips curled and he laughed.
It was chilly, his usual cold laugh.
Jiang Nan: "What are you laughing at?"
Fu Jingzhou withdrew his hand and tipped up his chin. "Look at the recipient's name."
Fine, I'll look.
Jiang Nan picked up the envelope and glanced at the recipient's name in the upper-left corner.
FU JING ZHOU.
Jiang Nan sank into thought.
Fu Jingzhou leisurely straightened his cuffs, ready to enjoy his embarrassment.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Nan said nothing for a long time.
He frowned and poked Jiang Nan's shoulder with his index finger. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan turned his head, his gaze filled with profound hope. "Did I change my name at some point?"
Fu Jingzhou: "?"
He leaned down, a hint of a smile that wasn't quite a smile appearing on his cold, pale face. "What do you think?"
Jiang Nan covered his face in despair.
771 was now laughing at him like crazy.