019: "Escape."
Only 2365 knows Huaiyan's address.
"Quickly open it and see," 073 was clearly getting nervous, "What did he send you?"
Something sent by a pervert can't be any good.
The item was not clearly stated on the tracking number.
Just as he was about to open it, Huaiyan suddenly hesitated: "What... what if it's something bad?"
To put it bluntly, they have no reason to open the package now. Whatever is inside, as long as they don't open it, it's relatively safe.
“It can’t be a time bomb,” 073 told him to go first. “Take it home and dismantle it. I have a feeling it’s not very safe here.”
Huai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, clutched the small package tightly in her hand, and quickly returned to her apartment building.
Before entering the rented room, he looked around. There was no one around, only the noisy chirping of cicadas.
He's still thinking about the man he met at the breakfast shop.
The two always met in this residential building complex, and they even bumped into each other for the first time right in front of his house.
The other person is very likely a resident of this building, and on a similar floor to him.
However, Huaiyan lived here for a while and, apart from occasionally meeting a few young people and old people, he didn't encounter anyone else.
Moreover...
The man's demeanor definitely doesn't suggest he'd live in a place like this.
If he really is 2365, then why go through all the trouble of sending a package over?
"That man shouldn't be 2365."
Now that we've already found Huaiyan's people, there's no need to go through the courier process.
073 has a "what the hell" feel to it, like "let's tear it apart and see what's inside."
Huaiyan nodded and closed the iron gate behind him.
The boy's slender fingers held black scissors and cut off the outer packaging of the express delivery.
Inside was a small pink box; you couldn't tell anything about it from the outside.
There was a pink bow tied on the box, as if it were some kind of hint.
When the bow was untied, Huaiyan opened the lid of the box.
"ah--"
The boy let out a short scream.
073 also fell into an eerie silence.
The system finally confirmed that the "toy" in front of them was sent by user 2365.
After all, besides 2365, they couldn't think of anyone else who could be more perverted than this.
"73..."
Huaiyan's hands trembled as she held the box, her voice trembling with tears, "What...what should we do?"
073 had never dealt with such a situation before, and in its panic, even its electronic voice cried out: "Find a trash can and throw it away... no, no, no..."
Before 073 could finish speaking, a note suddenly floated out of the box.
Huaiyan subconsciously picked up the note, then froze.
The handwriting on the note was printed out, but the content was chilling.
[Building 3, third floor, apartment 308, is that right? ^_^]
The third building is the Huaiyan building.
Room 308 on the third floor is the rented room where he is currently living.
It seems impossible to find another person who knows such a detailed address.
"Let's call the police," the boy said, his face pale with fright. "In this world... calling the police should still be useful, right?"
After a long silence, 073 finally sighed.
“It won’t work,” 073’s voice was heavy. “2365 hasn’t caused you any real harm yet. If you go to the police station, they can only open a case at most, they can’t arrest him.”
It's also easy to alert the enemy.
Furthermore, Huaiyan won't die before completing his mission, and User 2365 poses no threat to him; at most, he might encounter unexpected dangers.
So calling the police now will do no good.
"Then, what should we do with this?"
Holding up the box, Huaiyan asked with red eyes, "...Where should I put it?"
The boy was like a frightened kitten, but he didn't show any aggression; on the contrary, he seemed easier to bully.
“Don’t throw it in the trash,” 073 said. “Since he found your address, there’s no guarantee he won’t do something even more perverted.”
For example, the trash discarded when turning over Huai inkstones.
People who can even send over perverted "toys" will only do more and more perverted things.
Huaiyan looked down at the contents of the box, and instantly blushed, her neck turning red with embarrassment.
Huai Yan had never used anything like this before; holding it in his hand felt like holding a hot potato.
Taking it or putting it down is both problematic.
"What should we do then..." The boy was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, falling in a stream beneath his long eyelashes. "I...I..."
Huaiyan stutters when she gets nervous, and can only manage a few syllables, leaving her anxious and helpless.
“Just put it anywhere,” 073 couldn’t bear to see him cry, “a cabinet or under the coffee table, anywhere is fine.”
Anyway, Huaiyan is the only one in the house, so no outsiders can get in, and no one else will see her.
If someone sees this, it's impossible to explain it clearly.
Huaiyan sat down on the sofa, still shaken. Her hair was a little wet and clung obediently to her skin.
She appeared weak and utterly obedient.
This toy may have been a malicious prank by user 2365.
But this certainly won't be the last time.
Over the next two days of the live stream, both Huaiyan and 073 were on tenterhooks.
Fortunately, user 2365's account had been banned before, and the phone could no longer register a platform account, so nothing serious happened.
The speakers for the opening ceremony have already been selected in the class group chat.
It is a Huai inkstone.
Surprisingly, Huaiyan received an unexpectedly high number of votes in the group poll.
They even need to get a few more votes than the class monitor.
-【I say Huaiyan should go, who dares to object?】
- [Isn't it normal for the first place winner to go?]
- [Other classes don't need to choose; it's assumed the first-place student will go. How can anyone object?]
- [It's perfectly normal to convince people with results.]
Huai Yan frowned almost imperceptibly.
What happened?
Judging from the atmosphere in the group chat, they've clearly had a fight.
But he knew nothing about it and wasn't involved, so why is he being dragged into this?
“This should be the class monitor who tripped up the original owner,” 073 also saw it and explained, “In the original story, the original owner’s grades were very good at the beginning, and he never thought about going down the path of live streaming, do you remember?”
Huai Yan remembers.
The original owner had good grades and could have worked as a tutor to pay off her debts.
Tutors nowadays earn ridiculously high salaries, not to mention students from prestigious universities, who earn even more.
The problem was that there was a class monitor in the original owner's class who was very jealous of him.
At first, the original owner was just trying to access the internet, but after the class monitor found out, he went to great lengths to ruin his reputation.
Tutoring resources from wealthy families are mostly circulated among each other. Once a person's reputation is ruined, no one will dare to take the original owner back.
So when the original owner later abandoned the male lead Jiang Ze after the fire, this class monitor also played a part in it.
“Even he wants to go,” 073 thought for a moment, “maybe he really will run into the male lead.”
Even if he doesn't become the male lead, encountering other resources would still be a good deal for Huaiyan.
After the matter of the list was settled, Huaiyan stopped caring about anything else.
With the start of the school year fast approaching, it's time to speed up the process of redeeming the male protagonist.
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"He's also from Licheng University?!"
Fang Shaohan sank the hole in one shot, then straightened up, looking slightly surprised. "I thought..."
This delicate and well-behaved boy was forced to become a live streamer because he couldn't get an education.
“But he didn’t write down his university on that document,” Fang Shaohan tried to justify herself. “I thought that not writing it meant he didn’t go to school.”
He's a sophomore now.
Fu Tingyu glanced at him and said, "Don't make any noise in my office."
Fang Shaohan didn't stop what he was doing and shouted, "So what if there's a pool table in your office... What's wrong with me playing some pool?"
The man didn't speak this time, and his gaze returned to the documents.
Fang Shaohan, used to his silence, continued, "Then you'll be able to bump into each other at the opening ceremony?"
“Yes,” Fu Tingyu replied softly, “tomorrow.”
At this point, Fang Shaohan was no longer bored.
"Have they filmed anything these past few days?" Fang Shaohan reached out and rummaged through the computer. "Besides staying in his rented room, all he does is go out to eat. Is he really a student?"
"Timid."
The man calmly concluded, "They're not very vigilant either."
Otherwise, how could they have secretly filmed for so many days without the other party reacting?
Either there's a solution, or it hasn't been discovered yet.
Even if she accidentally bumps into someone, she will still apologize, no matter how scared she is.
The boy's lips were soft, still a tender pink from birth, and they always had a unique charm when they opened and closed.
Very well-behaved.
Her eyes and brows were innocent and harmless; just one glance was enough to make one want to take advantage of her.
Sometimes, surveillance is not a panacea.
Fu Tingyu's eyes darkened.
-
The next day, when school started, Huaiyan took a taxi.
As the morning rush hour approached, the subway was packed with people. Huaiyan didn't want to squeeze in, and she was also afraid of running into 2365 on the subway.
He took a taxi there early in the morning.
The original program was for day students, so they didn't need to bring any three-piece bedding set to school, which saved them a lot of trouble.
The opening ceremony is scheduled to start at 10:00 AM, but it's only 9:00 AM now, so there's still a full hour to go.
"Let's go check out the male lead's area first," 073 suggested. "We can get to know him better; we still have plenty of time."
Huaiyan nodded and strolled around the male protagonist's teaching building.
Today was the first day of school, and there were many people around, and it was a bit noisy.
Huaiyan listened several times before he was sure that someone was looking for him.
"Wait," 073 called out to him, "Don't go yet."
In the current situation, very few people would look for Huai inkstones.
You can prepare your own speech; there's no need to rehearse any procedures for the opening ceremony.
“It must be that class monitor coming to find you,” 073 said. “Quick, find a place to hide. He’s trying to steal your spot.”
As mentioned earlier, Huaiyan is a somewhat detached figure in the class, almost dispensable.
No one will specifically look for him; it's not like he doesn't have a phone or WeChat.
If I'm not mistaken, that class monitor is trying to use the same trick again.
Huai Yan paused, took a step back, and turned to run away.
But from behind, I bumped into a broad chest.
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