Chapter 6 06
Wei Guan only had time to look at Tan Quelu's information late last night.
The PDF introduction, less than 5MB in size, contained unremarkable content; the last page was hastily added by an assistant using a personal account. When Wei Guan opened it after finishing his work, he saw a melancholy green tit—
User tqlhpl: [Unrequited love is a grand secret that belongs only to me.]
Three years and forty-two days later, I finally met you again.
Wei Guan was unclear about the meaning of this unrequited love.
If breaking Zhong Wan's neck with a bloodied face counts as unrequited love, then he thinks Tan Quelu might have missed nine years of compulsory education and needs to relearn Chinese.
Or perhaps the unrequited love of the green bird is a metaphor for assassination.
Or perhaps the person Peacock Green secretly loves is someone else.
Wei Guan didn't care and ignored the account, which was clearly a phishing attempt. However, the Weibo app has a frequently visited page, and he often works in his car, with his work screen sharing the smart panel of his Cullinan.
So this morning, as soon as Wei Guan got into the back seat, he saw the Green-backed Tit's account with a red update dot on the screen, which he hadn't logged out of last night.
User tqlhpl: [Loving you is a lonely heart's secret.]
User tqlhpl: [My love for you has always been quiet.]
User tqlhpl: [I'm slowly starting to like the scent of lemon, because it reminds me of the bittersweet feeling I have when I think of you.]
They were all posted at 6 a.m. The TV station watched for a long time and gave a thumbs up to the user tqlhpl who got up early to work.
Then, in the next second, Tan Quelu precisely tried to take advantage of the situation.
The sun was shining brightly, and the boy stood in the shadows. At such close range, Wei Guan thought he could smell the lemon scent on the other person—didn't he say that he felt very bitter?
But Tan Chulü only had a faint soapy smell.
He timidly raised his eyes, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, his bewilderment mixed with a hint of fear: "...President Wei?"
What are you confused about?
Wei looked at him for a few seconds, then calmly said, "Remember to apply the medicine. I'll have the driver take you."
“No need,” Tan Quelu said understandingly. “Thank you, Mr. Wei. It’s just a minor injury, and I don’t want to interfere with your work.”
"Goodbye, Mr. Wei."
Tan Quelu gave Wei Guan a bright smile, sticking to her persona, and picked up the handmade umbrella from the ground by herself. Then, she left the manor with a slight limp. Her black hair swayed in the wind, like a strong and beautiful white lotus flower.
The system exclaimed: "[Excellent tea, truly excellent tea!]"
Wei Guan turned around, his gaze lingered, and he noticed that Tan Quelu had deliberately left behind a green plaid umbrella.
He picked it up, put it in the car, and found it actually matched the leather seats quite well. But then he looked up and saw that the Green-backed Tit on the screen had updated its Weibo again—
User tqlhpl: [You are an intimacy I've never possessed and can never capture.]
User tqlhpl: [I dared not look back, glancing left and right awkwardly, secretly liking it.]
"......"
Wei Guan gave this dedicated and innocent person a thumbs up.
He turned off the panel and calmly instructed the driver, "Delete the surveillance footage from just now."
The driver bowed respectfully: "Yes, sir."
......
Tan Quelu discovered that an idiot had liked her post.
Opening the dormitory door, a sense of tranquility washed over me. Xia Xing hadn't returned; she was probably still somewhere on campus, staging her arrogant conquest of the rich young master.
Tan Quelu casually tossed the ointment into the drawer, ignoring the wound completely. She washed her hands, changed her clothes, and sat down at the table to begin her usual prayer.
Merciful God, please forgive all twisted lives;
Merciful God, please guide all lost souls;
Merciful God, please cleanse all the black sins;
The system watched as its host devoutly closed his eyes and skillfully drew a half-cross gesture in front of his chest. After a while, he opened his notebook, lowered his gaze, and carefully wrote down each word:
"I want to create an absolutely beautiful world / I want to create an absolutely beautiful world / I want to create an absolutely beautiful world / I want to create an absolutely beautiful world..."
Sunlight fell on the boy's pure face. The system tilted its head, holding its breath to admire the beautiful scene of this pretty madman having an episode.
Once Tan Chuelu finished writing, it cheerfully spoke up: [Host, we've met a welfare-obsessed NPC, which makes the protagonist's safety even more guaranteed! Also, I can provide you with the phone number for the psychiatric ward in this world!]
Tan Quelu ignored it, pretending not to hear, and got up to go to Xia Xing's room.
St. Weston is an elite college, and even the lowest-standard two-person dorm room is 90 square meters. In addition to the common areas, students have their own bathrooms and small balconies.
This is just for the special admissions students. Regular students live in separate large apartments with elevators leading directly to the underground parking garage. A few even have helipads for their private planes.
Tan Quelu didn't go in; he first looked up at the ceiling but couldn't find any security cameras.
He slowly lowered his head, his gaze sweeping across the door panel. After a long while, he finally spotted a black hair in the gap at the very bottom of the door.
The moment someone opens the door, this tiny, almost invisible strand of hair will be snapped instantly.
The system asked in confusion: [Host, is the protagonist (the one who's the bottom) wary of you?]
Tan Quelu glanced at the hair, gave up on going in, returned to her room, and ordered breakfast using the "Dome" app she had just registered.
Soon, the beeping of a drone came from outside the window. Opening the box, I found steaming hot white porridge and eggs.
Tan Quelu has become accustomed to this kind of diet in the juvenile detention center.
Breakfast was plain porridge with eggs, lunch was stewed meat with cabbage, and dinner was chicken and carrots. No one visited him, so naturally he had no extra living expenses and couldn't afford to improve his living conditions.
The cell wasn't large. Tan Quelu usually ate near the window, wearing a yellow vest that he couldn't take off. His number was [Male Watch 083]. Two guards had to watch him on either side while he ate. His ankles were chained. After eating, he had to rejoin the main group for morning exercises, singing the national anthem, and quiet study.
After my lunch break, I would get up and start doing odd jobs like folding boxes, using a sewing machine, and making parasols to save money to buy a notebook and pen for prayer.
Having lived a structured life for so long, Tan Quelu was surprisingly at a loss for what to do when he suddenly gained freedom. He thought for a moment, then opened Weibo, intending to copy a few more lyrics from trending background music tracks he had found on Douyin and post them online.
The message list is showing red dots.
When Tan Quelu clicked on the link, she found that an account named 【momo】 had liked every single one of her Weibo posts. Momo's profile had no photos, only a few posts complaining about the hot weather in Vis City, her boss being a workaholic, and how attractive the male models at a certain club were.
Momo's profile states that he is a 43-year-old middle-aged man.
Tan Chuanlu promptly blocked him.
The sunlight streamed slowly through the window until evening, when the sound of the main entrance opening and closing could be heard from outside the room.
Even through the door, Xia Xing's voice was still very loud. He was probably on a voice call, his tone reserved with a hint of a smile: "You guys know what's good for you. Let me tell you, don't look down on special admissions students in the future."
"I don't want your stuff, I can earn it myself! But thank you for bringing me into the venue today. The Eden Group's seminar is indeed as good as its reputation. It's just that President Wei is really cold. He's only been here for ten minutes, and even the principal doesn't dare to joke with him."
"Wait, my roommate seems to be sleeping... I'm hanging up now."
Tan Quelu didn't hear what came after that.
He drifted off to sleep in the warm blankets, the last rays of sunlight falling on the boy's nose like a gentle kiss from the setting sun. The system gazed at his beautiful sleeping face and silently offered its blessing:
Goodnight, host. Today went smoothly; I hope tomorrow will be another smooth day!
The next morning.
When Tan Quelu opened her eyes, she heard the system wailing.
It cried as if its father had died: [Host, you're going to be transferred to Class A just like the protagonist! What should I do?!]
There are about fifty students in Class A, and each of them comes from a family at the top of the social pyramid. Unlike Xia Xing, the host doesn't have a protagonist's halo. What if something happens to him?
Not only is the protagonist's safety not 100% guaranteed, but the host's soul will also dissipate!
"Shut up."
Tan Chuanlu quieted him down and looked down at his phone. Besides the "Dome" official app reminding him about the class transfer, Xia Xing had also sent him several messages.
The transaction happened last night, and there was still a transfer—
[Transfer: 50000.00]
[Green Sparrow, those young masters apologized to me yesterday and transferred 100,000 yuan to me. I noticed you only have a few plain-colored outfits in your luggage, and the materials aren't very good. Take this money and buy some clothes.]
Don't get me wrong, I consider you my best friend, I just don't want you to be bullied by those rich people.
[I hope I didn't wake you up.]
[Good evening. ]
There were too many words; Tan Quelu didn't even glance at them.
His gaze lingered on the transfer notification. He first asked the system, "Can I use the money I received here in my original world?"
【sure......】
The system, holding back tears, replied haltingly: "As long as the host completes the task, all the money earned, along with the 100 million yuan bonus, will be legally deposited into the host's original account."
"knew."
Tan Quelu immediately accepted the money and thanked the protagonist.
After washing up, he opened the door to the small balcony. Vis City is located by the sea, and it was still late summer in September. The sky in the distance was already bright with the first light of dawn, and a breeze blew in, carrying the fresh and moist scent of plants.
So beautiful.
The technology in this world is more advanced, life expectancy has increased by ten to twenty years, and people start school later than in the previous world. High school seniors in St. Weston are generally already adults.
Tan Quelu changed into her school uniform, opened the door, and saw Xia Xing standing by the sofa, also wearing a school uniform.
He was scrolling through his phone with a terrible expression.
Hearing the noise, Xia Xing turned to look at Tan Quelu, her expression immediately softening: "Awake? I didn't wake you up yesterday, did I?"
"No." Tan Quelu shook her head and asked him with a smile, "What's wrong? You look so pale."
"We've been forcibly transferred to Class A. You've received the notification from the Dome, right?"
Xia Xing's expression became irritable again, and a look of doubt flashed across his face: "But only families with assets exceeding A can enter Class A, and no one has ever broken this rule before."
Moreover, there are two people involved—a lone wolf can survive, but two people are a burden to each other, isn't that just courting death?
Class A isn't something you can just transfer to whenever you want. The only person who could do it so quickly and had any interaction with them was Zhong Wan.
Xia Xing recalled the confrontation at the school gate and couldn't help but glance at Tan Quelu.
—If he hadn't suddenly appeared, Xia Xing might have been the only one to transfer to Class A today.
Tan Quelu stared at the protagonist, looking blankly back at him, completely bewildered and innocent.
"...It's nothing." Xia Xing coughed and put away her phone. "Let's go. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Let's go to the classroom first."
"Those students must know that special admissions students will be here today. No matter what difficulties they try to make things difficult for you, don't say a word, understand?"
"I will protect you."
"Really?" Tan Quelu was very touched: "Xiaoxing, thank you."
Xiao Xing is Xia Xing's nickname. In the past, only the dean and those important figures would call him that.
Xia Xing gave a barely audible "hmm," paused, and then reminded him, "Don't get any other ideas."
"I just consider you my best friend, and I'm just protecting you."
"I know," Tan Quelu replied softly, her eyes lowered in a dejected manner, "I've always known."
Xia Xing didn't say anything more.
Wenhua Building is where specially admitted students live. It is located in a remote area, and the two of them finally arrived at the entrance of the A-class teaching building at almost eight o'clock.
Tan Quelu paused and looked up.
The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows extend into a cold dome.
The sprawling teaching building is surrounded by water on three sides, its sharp angles standing tall on the ground. The entire building is encased in glass of a special material, and a magnificent 720-degree suspended screen fills the sky, shimmering with light. From the outside, it resembles a giant, silver-gray Rubik's Cube.
The Eden logo was faintly visible on the top of the building.
The weather is lovely today. I don't know what kind of technology this window uses, but the bright sunlight only falls softly on the glass outline and doesn't shine directly into the classroom.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, several wealthy young men with different expressions and haughty demeanors stood inside, their subtly malicious gazes gathering around the two people at the door, casting a half-smile over them.
The F3 subgroup is in first place.
"Come in."
The arrogant, blond-haired boy stood up, his brown eyes fixed on Tan Quelu, and he smiled coldly: "Little Green Sparrow."
Tan Quelu smiled and gave him a sweet, innocent laugh: "Shut up."
Don't pretend you know me.
"I hate being approached by stupid dogs."
A note from the author:
These characters are all treacherous, and they'll all become Green's lackeys later on.
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