Chapter 32 Chapter 32 The Third Target

Song Yucong's face was sullen, his hands so stiff he didn't know where to put them, but his heart was pounding. He felt like a rusted machine. He slowly lowered his head, but sadly, all he could see was the boy's soft whorl of hair. Was this country bumpkin's hair really dark brown? Why did it smell so good? He said he didn't wear perfume, but he must have. Why did it smell so good...

The thinking area in his brain was completely obscured by the scent of lemon. Song Yucong's breathing became heavier. He stretched out his stiff hands, intending to hug the person in his arms, but as soon as his hands touched the boy's waist, the person in his arms, as if in revenge, tightened his hands hard, almost making Song Yucong bend over in pain.

But for the sake of face, Song Yucong could only grit his teeth, his face distorted, "You..."

The next second, the warmth in his arms faded away instantly. Tao Ning raised her head slightly, said goodbye to him seriously, and then left without looking back.

Song Yucong said with a sour face: "Go away." His tone was a little weak. In fact, the young man did not look back when he left. The harsh words were only heard by the prickly second young master himself.

He stood in the car, watching the light brown hair disappear from his sight, like an abandoned beast, with only the last bit of pitiful self-esteem clinging to it.

After the people had completely left, the cold sweat finally began to trickle down his forehead. Song Yucong frowned in pain and held onto the side of the car. After a moment, he took off his coat and tossed it onto the seat. His back was soaked in blood—from the whip wounds. Normally, Song Yucong would have called a doctor, but this time, he donned a black suit and came to school as if nothing had happened.

Song Yucong's face was covered in cold sweat, his lips were pale, and he said weakly: "Go to the hospital..."

Cars whizzed by. Besides the Song family, private cars from other prominent families were allowed in. Tao Ning, carrying the new schoolbag Ah Yun had given him and dragging his suitcase, arrived at the dormitory building. The dormitory had more than a dozen floors, traditional European-style buildings that resembled small castles. There were only a few of them, and each building was staffed by a security guard.

Occasionally, students from the school wearing Oxente's exclusive uniforms would pass by the dormitory door in groups of three or four. Tao Ning noticed that some of the people's ties on their uniforms were different colors. Most of the people's ties were black, and only a few of them were white.

why is that?

Tao Ning silently noted this difference. The dormitory building was clean and tidy, and each building was equipped with four elevators. Many people came to report today. Tao Ning followed a group of students into the elevator. Ayun gave him the admission information yesterday. The dormitory was in Room 601 on the 15th floor.

Students in the elevator whispered, "The school has admitted a few more transfer students this year. I don't know what their quality will be."

"That's just how it is. In the past, how many transfer students could stay? A wild chicken is a wild chicken. Do you really think that you will become a phoenix after joining us? It's ridiculous."

"Are you indirectly calling Xu Jun a slut? He's risen from a transfer student to the guild president. You'd better be careful with your words. It's said that he's more cunning than dragon fruit seeds..."

"Even though he's so powerful, he still got tricked by someone."

Someone smelled gossip and quickly asked, "What's going on? Tell me."

"Don't you know? Xu Jun used to live in a single dormitory because of his mysophobia. Last semester, he didn't give Qian Shichang face and took away all the awards. Qian Shichang has someone in his family who is a school trustee, so he revoked Xu Jun's privileges and sent him to our ordinary double room this semester. I heard that he was even assigned a transfer student from the mountains as his roommate. Hahaha, I can't imagine how upset Xu Jun, with his mysophobia, will be!"

Tao Ning listened silently and felt that the name "Xu Jun" sounded familiar. The system reminded him at the right time: [Dummy, Xu Jun is your third target.]

【oh. 】

So he's the transfer student from the mountain village who'll make Xu Jun collapse? So they're talking about me, Tao Ning thought silently.

[System, do you have Xu Jun's personal information? ]

【Wait, let me look for it.】

The sound of flipping pages echoed in my mind. After a long moment, the system exclaimed, "Idiot, I found it!" It cleared its mechanical voice, imitating a human's:

Xu Jun, male, 187.63 cm tall, has stomach problems and mysophobia, has no likes or hobbies, but has hundreds of dislikes. They include stains in front of his eyes, people with bad odors, people with messy hair, people with wrinkled clothes, school, the sun, rain, snow, and more.

So in the following time, the system talked about the things that the target hated for five or six minutes. It can be said that the target hated everything except flowers and grass.

The system finally asked: [Okay, silly, this is Xu Jun's personal information.]

Tao Ning was silent for a long time. Then, she emerged from the pile of "hate" and asked an unrelated question: "System, why didn't you tell me about Zhao Jingqun and Song Yucong before?"

The system ate some melon seeds and said stupidly: [You didn't ask.]

[…Oh, then I want to know why there’s a talisman on the door of Song Yucong’s room?] He couldn’t forget this matter, and after that day, Ayun seemed not to want to mention it anymore.

【I'll look for it.】

The sound of flipping pages echoed in my mind again. "Oh, idiot, this profile doesn't say anything, only what he likes and dislikes. Do you want to know?"

【No……】

“Don’t put your trash here.”

With a click, the elevator door opened. A cold, low voice rang out from outside, followed by an apology. "It was a misunderstanding, President Xu. I was busy and temporarily put the trash here. President Xu, please be magnanimous and don't deduct my points."

The people in the elevator were rushing out. Tao Ning was the last one to get off the elevator. As soon as she walked out with her suitcase, she met an indifferent gaze.

The man was tall and had long legs. He was wearing a college suit and a black tie. He looked even taller than the 187.63 cm the system said he was. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional, but his face was expressionless. He wore a pair of lightweight gold-rimmed rimless glasses, which made him look even more abstinent and cold.

When this indifferent gaze swept over him, Tao Ning felt as if he were drenched by the cold rain. Then, he heard this third target he had just met ask, "What's your name?"

"Tao, Tao Ning."

The boy was a little nervous. Although he already had the "experience" of conquering two targets, he still felt nervous and at a loss when facing a new target. It might be because this target gave him a strong sense of oppression. It was also the first time that the target asked his name actively.

Before he could think about it, he saw the target of his strategy pull out a notebook, flip through a page with his bony hands, and without even looking up, ask, "Which Tao, which Ning?"

"Tao from clay, ning from lemon."

The man lowered his head and quickly wrote it down in the notebook without hesitation. Then, he closed the notebook, raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Tao Ning, your personal score will be deducted by 0.5 points for not wearing your school uniform when you return to school. Remember to wear it next time."