Chapter 4 04
Tan Quelu put away her uniform, looked at Xia Xing, and asked in a very soft voice, "Lie? Xia Xing, do you think I'm lying to Zhong Wan?"
Isn't that so?
Xia Xing hadn't even had a chance to stand on moral high ground and condemn him.
Tan Quelu frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with disappointment: "Then you're wrong."
"I just wanted to save you... Didn't you see Zhong Wan's expression just now? What would have happened to you if I hadn't come? I lied because of you, Xia Xing, how could you do this to me?"
Xia Xing was stunned for a moment, then saw Tan Quelu's eyelashes tremble slightly: "We came to St. Weston School together, but you don't even remember my name... The headmaster would be very disappointed in you if he knew."
Both being born seagulls, Xia Xing had always vowed to protect the children in the orphanage and prevent others from bullying them. As a result, the director favored him greatly, never depriving him of food, clothing, or other necessities, and even taking him along to every charity event.
Xia Xing's ability to grow into his current tall and sturdy appearance owes a great deal to his eloquent tongue.
He was the only one who traveled in first class during this trip to St. Weston.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xing felt a little guilty.
He truly didn't remember Tan Quelu, and had absolutely no recollection of her. Now, Tan Quelu looked very hurt, even on the verge of tears, and had clearly seized the moral high ground much faster than him.
This is a victory.
Tan Quelu has a pure and innocent look, which is perfect for this "I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm strong" expression, making her the second winner.
Tan Quelu could cry on cue, with tears welling in the corners of her eyes, and she was articulate and logical when questioning others; this was her third victory.
In conclusion, Tan Chuanlu has won big.
"Okay... then I apologize to you. I was wrong about this." Xia Xing scratched his head and readily admitted his mistake. Then he said, "But you were lying just now. Don't do that again. Lying here won't work. You can't fool others."
“When it comes to talking about peacock green, one must be careful what one says in St. Weston.”
Tan Quelu didn't argue with the dominant one, but nodded vigorously with a particularly convinced expression: "I'll listen to you. I was just in a hurry. By the way, you can just call me Quelu."
"Que Lu." Xia Xing smiled, taking Tan Que Lu's hand like a little sun, her cheerfulness returning: "Let me record a message, then we'll go to the dormitory together. Oh right, the dean works very hard, so don't mention today's incident to him again."
"OK."
Tan Quelu smiled and nodded, watching Xia Xing go to complete the formalities. Then she put a new SIM card in her phone and casually registered a new Weibo account.
The username is random, and the profile picture is a green-backed tit.
Green-backed tit quickly posted its first Weibo message—
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.
The system, observing from the sidelines, was bewildered: [Host, who did you meet? And... why did you change your description to "I can follow behind you, like a shadow chasing the light in a dream"?]
Didn't Tan Quelu transmigrate here half a day ago? Where did these three years come from? Who is he secretly in love with?
Tan Quelu put away her phone, habitually made a half-cross prayer gesture, closed her eyes and said, "Let's see what fate brings."
"Whoever finds it first gets to keep it."
The original book mentions that St. Weston School held many charitable events three years ago, one of which was funding the Seagull Welfare Home. Many prominent families in Weston participated.
Including the F3 group.
Therefore, whoever finds this alternate account first is his secret crush.
......
The Zhong family is very efficient.
That afternoon, a thin stack of documents was respectfully delivered to the villa by the butler. Zhong Wan had a small estate at the school, a quiet and beautiful place, which she usually only received Xie Chenbi and Wei Zhiyan.
When the documents were delivered, he was still speeding in a private parking lot.
The roar of engines echoed overhead. The weather in Vis City was scorching, and the parking lot had partially shielded against UV rays. Zhong Wan wasn't wearing a helmet or any protective gear; her platinum hair was violently blown about by the wind, revealing her arrogant and cold eyes—she was clearly in a terrible mood.
Wei Zhiyan leaned lazily against the sun lounger and clicked his tongue: "Who upset him again? He was fine this morning."
The butler respectfully replied from the side, "Madam insisted that the young master return home for lunch."
Wei Zhiyan understood, looked at Xie Chenbi who was standing to the side indifferently, and smiled: "It must be because of the Tashan project again. Chenbi, do you really want to cooperate with Uncle Zhong?"
“I have no say in projects of this magnitude.” Xie Chenbi said coldly without even looking up, “Don’t ask me. My dad only cares about profits. He’ll choose whoever offers the most concessions.”
Family business is best left unsaid; it's too complicated to explain. Wei Zhiyan didn't say anything more, casually picking up the documents on the table and flipping through them absentmindedly.
"Is this the person Awan is looking for? A special admission student... He looks quite expensive."
"A cheap liar."
The roaring sound ceased.
Zhong Wan's face was violent. He walked into the rest area, slightly out of breath, and let the butler gently place a damp towel on his face. Sweat dripped down his muscles, and his voice was hoarse and sarcastic: "I actually got fooled by this kind of trash, ha."
Wei Zhiyan had already seen the morning's surveillance footage and laughed upon hearing this, "Putting everything else aside, it's understandable to be fooled by this face once. He's just a special admission student; there's no need to be angry."
Xie Chenbi: "The other one is also a special admission student. What's wrong with you lately? You always admit cheap students."
Zhong Wan had no recollection of Xia Xing. After a few seconds of thought, she scoffed, "That idiot who said I hit a cat? That beast was five meters away from the car; I could have avoided it with my eyes closed."
Is it really necessary to use a special admissions student to stage an incident and offer a warning? What are you pretending to be, stubborn and rotten grass for?
"If he used a little more force when he hugged the cat, he could strangle it to death." Wei Zhiyan found it boring, casually tossed aside the documents in his hand, and lazily commented, "He's even dumber than an animal."
And this person who talks about being associated with idiots is even more foolish.
Snow-white documents were scattered on the ground.
Zhong Wan took a sip of the warm water that was brought to her lips and gestured to the housekeeper to pick it up. He turned and sat on the recliner, staring coldly at Tan Quelu's face in the photo, lost in thought.
The butler thoroughly investigated Tan Quelu's life story. Orphaned, raised in an orphanage, and attended Lingqing High School before coming to St. Weston Academy... wait, Lingqing High School?
Zhong Wan's eyes darkened for a moment.
Lingqing is a remote suburb within the jurisdiction of Vis City.
It's located at the southernmost point of the map's dividing line, with a hot and humid climate. Zhong Wan doesn't really remember much about that place anymore; the only things that occasionally appear in her dreams are hazy images of lush greenery. Ivy grows continuously along the old walls, and the sounds of her neighbors' cooking fill the air with the aroma of stir-fries.
That was Zhong Wan's life before she was six years old.
Before the age of six, Zhong Wan was the son of Zhong Shan, a sales manager.
After the age of six, Zhong Wan became the son of Zhong Niangui, the young master of the Zhong family.
Zhong Niangui was the true young master of the Zhong family. Due to the butler's mistake, he went missing during a holiday. The tracking chip on the back of his neck was cut off, and he was renamed Zhong Shan and sold to a couple obsessed with having a child. After the couple died, he married and had a son, Zhong Wan, and lived a relatively comfortable but ordinary life.
Overwhelmed with grief, and unable to find a matching gene in the gene pool, Grandpa Zhong had no choice but to adopt the young Zhong Niankang as his son.
Until they found Zhongshan.
When the real young master and the fake young master meet, it turns out that genes lost to education.
Zhong Niangui is inferior to Zhong Niankang in every way. Zhong Wan called this refined uncle "elder brother," and the uncle smiled and gave him candy. But as soon as the door closed, Zhong Wan was kicked off the second floor by his father, who told him to go and recognize Zhong Niankang as his father if he liked him.
Zhong Wan lay in the blood and cursed at him, which later escalated into pushing and shoving, and then to mutual fighting as they grew up.
The phrase his father said most often was, "You unfilial son, why don't you die in Lingqing?" His mother's phrase was, "Why can't you make your grandfather like you a little more?" His mother dreamed of inheriting the entire Zhong family, and she was so strict with her son that she wanted to keep him tied to the old man's waistband.
When he was little, she would scream if he didn't study. She never hit him, but she would grab Zhong Wan's hand and cry like a madwoman: "What have I done to wrong you? Do you know how much I expect from you? Xiao Wan, I would give my life for you! Why can't you try a little harder for me!"
"Do you want to go back to Lingqing? Do you want your mother to be looked down upon?! Say something!"
The name Ling Qing disgusted Zhong Wan.
He looked at Tan Quelu coldly.
The most ordinary white background three-inch photo, the most ordinary black wispy hairstyle, the most ordinary low-quality donated light-colored T-shirt.
But her skin was so fair, her eyes so bright, and her smile so radiant.
He was actually laughing.
How can someone born in an orphanage still be able to laugh?
Why should someone who eats and dresses worse than the Zhong family's dog be able to laugh?
Why is it that someone whose life is so cheap and worthless can still laugh more happily than him?
This world is so unfair.
Zhong Wan raised her eyes, stared coldly at the butler, and said in a chilling voice, "Transfer him to Class A, and there's another special admission student."
"Doesn't he like to protect him?"
Let's go to hell together then.
Class A is the class of the F3 students. The powerful and wealthy members of the class stand at the top of the St. Weston pyramid. They are wicked and unruly, and their methods are endless. Even Satan would be impressed.
For the two specially admitted students, getting in would be worse than death.
“Yes, young master.” The butler replied respectfully, “I will take care of it right away. These two will definitely be in class the day after tomorrow when classes officially begin.”
Wei Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance with Xie Chenbi, and shook his head regretfully, "Little Green Sparrow is doomed... Alas, it's a pity we can't cut off his face."
He quickly dismissed the trivial matter, took out two metallic invitations, and handed them to the two men with a smile: "Tomorrow, St. Weston will be hosting a seminar and showcasing Eden Group's new products. My brother will be one of the guests. You two should get ready and remember to attend."
Is Eden Social Group going to hold a seminar?
No wonder Wei Guan suddenly came to the school today.
Xie Chenbi put down the psychology materials he was holding, took the invitation, and unusually showed interest: "Eden Group hasn't done any new research and development in a long time. What is it this time?"
"I don't know either, how could I dare ask my brother?"
Wei Zhiyan had suspected his brother's true identity since he was a child. He felt that Wei Guan must be some kind of latent mechanical AI, otherwise how could he always maintain such a calm demeanor?
Later, his brother beat him so badly he looked like a dead dog on the street and he became obedient.
He got up and walked out, waving his hand and saying, "I'll stay here. My brother is staying at school tonight, and the housekeeper has to take care of him, so she can't look after me."
Zhong Wan immediately frowned: "Go to the guest rooms on the first floor."
They are all disposable bedding; they are thrown away after use.
"I know...you think you're the only one with OCD? I find you disgusting too!"
...
That evening.
Tan Quelu tidied up her dormitory and followed the good routine she had developed in the juvenile detention center, going to sleep after watching the news broadcast.
The system suddenly spoke: [Special NPC detected, who will stay for more than 24 hours—]
Wei Guan, a hidden NPC who provides perks to the protagonist, randomly visits the academy once a week! He'll randomly stumble upon a chaotic scene with the protagonist, who must do everything in his power to gain his favor and extricate himself from the predicament!
[Host, this is a real big shot. Should we try our luck and bump into him now?]
Tan Quelu crossed her arms in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and said calmly, "Shut up."
He wants to sleep.
【……oh. 】
Goodnight.
The system did not respond.
The next morning.
Tan Quelu opened her eyes; her eyelashes were jet black, and the sunlight made her face appear thin, translucent, and pale.
He habitually made a half-cross gesture in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and prayed silently. When Xia Xing woke up and washed up, she saw that the boy had already cleaned everything up and was sitting at the table, writing something with his head down.
Behind him, all the bedding and pillows were neatly folded on the bed, like tofu blocks cut with a knife, horribly sharp.
"..."
"morning."
Tan Quelu was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt today. The color was just very delicate, like a lily of the valley in spring, radiating a pure and innocent charm.
Xia Xing suddenly paused for a moment: "Good morning, what are you writing?"
Is this a beautiful scene of copying the Bible?
"It's nothing." Tan Quelu closed her laptop, looked at the protagonist's somewhat dazed eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly.
Xia Xing's heart seemed to skip a beat along with his.
"……What's wrong?"
"It's alright, go wash up." Tan Quelu's voice was cheerful. "It seems there's a seminar at school today, we can go together."
Xia Xing gave an "oh" and slowly walked into the bathroom. But he didn't wait long before rushing out again. After a long pause, as if making up his mind, he asked, "Que Lu, do you like me?"
system:【……………】
system:【? ? ? ? ? 】
System: [That idiot guy is still pursuing me!]
A note from the author:
System: You must be sexually repressed (terrified)
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