As his past and deepest secrets were exposed in front of everyone by Lan An, Qi Zhennan’s eyes widened, and his heart hammered against his ribs. “You, just who are you? Did you investigate me?”
Lan An, however, turned his gaze toward Zhang Dong and Qi Ran. He curled his lips into a wicked smile. “It’s not just Qi Zhennan; I’m perfectly aware of both your pasts as well. Do you need me to recount them for you in detail?”
“…”
“…”
Qi Ran and Zhang Dong locked eyes and shook their heads in unison.
Only then did Lan An address Qi Zhennan, his tone indifferent. “I don’t care how much you want to fawn over Qi Ran, and I won’t ask about your relationship with Qi Zhi. But if you ever dare to harm him again, or scare him like you just did to the point that something happens to him I guarantee I have a hundred ways to make you regret ever coming into this world.”
Until the novel’s revisions were finished, anyone who so much as touched Qi Zhi was making an enemy out of him, Lan An.
“Everyone, remember this.” After delivering his warning, Lan An left Room 502 without a backward glance, the dormitory door slamming shut behind him with a loud bang.
“…”
“…”
Qi Zhennan didn’t say a word. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, his fists clenched tight at his sides. He was clearly beyond furious.
Sitting on the bed, Qi Zhi swallowed hard. He lay down cautiously and wrapped himself tightly in his small blanket. Inside the covers, he opened his synchronized writing software on his phone and clicked on the document for the novel where Lan An was the protagonist. He began reading it, word by word, from the very beginning.
He would definitely revise this properly; otherwise, he would be the next one on the receiving end of those threats.
Waaaah…
The big villain was truly too terrifying.
Qi Ran and Zhang Dong were also intimidated and didn’t dare provoke Qi Zhi further. Qi Ran wanted to take the opportunity to offer Qi Zhennan a few words of comfort, but fearing he would only add fuel to the fire, he eventually chose to silently return to his bed. As long as I close my eyes, none of this has anything to do with me.
“I’m back.”
The dormitory door was pushed open again as the final roommate, Zhuang Yuexiang, returned.
Unaware of the “shura field” that had just occurred, he saw everyone present and noticed someone was in Qi Zhi’s bed. He asked in a slightly mocking tone, “I heard you failed to trip Qi Ran and ended up falling yourself. Are you okay?”
Zhuang Yuexiang and Qi Zhennan had both been Qi Zhi’s best friends in high school. But ever since the truth of his identity was exposed, Zhuang Yuexiang had done a complete about-face, standing on Qi Ran’s side along with Qi Zhennan and frequently making snide remarks.
Qi Zhi tightened his hold on his small blanket, treating the words like a barking dog.
Zhuang Yuexiang continued, “Qi Zhi, it’s not that I want to pick on you, but things have already come to this. It’s meaningless to make a scene like this; it only makes people think you’re petty and base.”
You’re the petty one.
You’re the base one.
Your whole neighborhood is petty and base!
Qi Zhi pouted under the covers and opened his chat with the counselor.
He was going to apply for a dormitory transfer. Staying with this group of “oxen and horses” was truly miserable.
“Enough.” Qi Zhennan couldn’t listen anymore. He interrupted Zhuang Yuexiang, grabbed his phone from Qi Ran’s desk with a dark face, and left while clutching his waist.
That little brat Lan An had measured his kick well; it hadn’t caused a real injury, but it hurt like hell.
Even if he were truly injured, Qi Zhennan wouldn’t dare do anything. The other party had investigated him and dug up secrets he had hidden so deeply. If he retaliated recklessly, there was no telling if those secrets would be made public.
Then there was Lan An’s identity. He looked like he came from a wealthy family; Qi Zhennan needed to check first to see if he was someone he could afford to offend.
Only then did Zhuang Yuexiang realize something was wrong. He chased after him. “Zhennan, what’s wrong? Did you sprain your waist?”
Turning the corner of the stairs to ensure no one would overhear, Qi Zhennan stopped and questioned Zhuang Yuexiang in a low voice. “Back in high school, your grades were poor and your family couldn’t afford a tutor it was Qi Zhi who helped you with lessons. When you didn’t have enough pocket money and couldn’t contribute to the school fundraiser, it was Qi Zhi who paid for you. How much did he help you? Is it really satisfying for you to hit him while he’s down like this?”
“…”
“???”
What was that?
Zhuang Yuexiang never expected that the first person to interrogate him wouldn’t be Qi Zhi, but Qi Zhennan.