[Post] Let me tell you about the secrets I overheard in the bathroom stall today… [Hot]
[Post] Urgent connection to the person next door, come and listen to a junior student’s tragic self-narration—the things that caused him to be entangled with a certain senior named Xiao [Fire] [Fire] [Fire]
Overnight, a storm erupted on the C University forum.
These two posts that appeared out of nowhere were currently trending on the homepage, and the real-time online users on the forum kept soaring.
Lu Yan was unaware of this; he was too busy planning on how to recruit the guy in the yellow T-shirt into his band. Encountering such a promising talent was rare, and it would be a pity not to seize the opportunity.
While the forum saw a sudden increase in the number of replies, he and Li Zhen were discussing strategies.
“He’s from C University. Can we bring him in? Will he think we’re not up to par?” Li Zhen asked hesitantly.
“Let’s give it a try,” Lu Yan said over the phone, “I even went to his classroom to attend a class and connect with him. He’s a sophomore majoring in computer science and I’ve basically got all the details. I plan to invite him for a meal and have a chat tomorrow.”
“Computer science? That’s quite a leap for us.”
Lu Yan replied, “Kangaroo used to study horticulture back in college, don’t you remember?”
Li Zhen: “Hahaha, true.”
The next day’s class was in the afternoon, covering business management.
Lu Yan continued his substitute class attendant act. During it, he received a message from the client.
Xiao Heng: [Have you arrived?]
Lu Yan: [Yes.]
[You can rest assured with me substituting your class. Punctuality and not leaving early are my principles.]
The client only replied with one word.
[Okay.]
While the professor was lecturing about human resources management on the podium, Lu Yan had no idea that the client—along with his two brothers, was planning to confront him. He also didn’t discern any hidden meaning from the single word “Okay.”
The exact meaning conveyed by this “Okay” was:
Okay, you just wait for me.
Outside the large lecture hall.
Someone was sitting on the steps around the corner of the corridor.
This location was very close to the classroom, separated only by the thickness of the wall.
Xiao Heng sat on the steps, lowered his head, unbuttoned two buttons, and casually rolled up his sleeves. He said to the person below the steps, “When he comes out, you and Shao Feng go up and bring him here.”
“No problem, I’ve seen the photo, I guarantee we’ll handle him properly,” Zhai Zhuangzhi said. “But looking at the picture, why do I feel like it’s a bit familiar? He’s quite handsome. Boss, take a look, don’t you think so?”
As if Xiao Heng would bother to look.
Last night, he finally managed to get some sleep. But not more than ten minutes after lying down, he was awakened by various messages.
All the messages were very bizarre.
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“All people are born equal and free.”
“Gbc’a kbggs, kf kbc’a ibbx ja sbe klat ragjcuf fsfr. Obnf lr fdeji, yf ygjnf ab yf sbegrfio.”
“Snfgsbcf tjr atf gluta ab qegref tjqqlcfrr.”
…
Wljb Lfcu’r tjcv kjr lc tlr qbmxfa, klat olcufgalqr gfralcu bc atf mbbi rilvlcu mbnfg bo atf ilutafg. Lf atbeuta la wluta yf yfaafg ab ulnf atja qfgrbc j yfjalcu ktfc tf mbwfr bea.
A confrontation.
He hasn’t done this in a long time.
Zhai Zhuangzhi was also very excited. “Why am I so thrilled? It feels like going back to high school. At that time, Heng ge—”
The word “high school” unexpectedly came up.
Zhai Zhuangzhi was about to continue, but Qiu Shaofeng nudged him with his elbow.
He realized what he said and immediately stopped talking.
“Don’t face the surveillance,” The seemingly emotionless Xiao Heng said, “Remember to corner him.”
The bell rang, and the quiet classroom was instantly filled with cheers for the end of class.
After this class, Lu Yan didn’t listen much to the lecture and wrote half a song instead. He packed up his things and folded the paper, stuffing it into his pocket.
Outside, the weather was clear and sunny.
It was a good day.
Especially suitable for recruiting new members.
Lu Yan looked at the sunshine outside the window, planning to go to the computer science department to have lunch with the potential bassist for the band. However, just a few steps out of the classroom, he was pulled out of the crowd by an invisible force.
“Is it him?” Lu Yan heard a voice ask.
“It’s him!” another voice said.
By the time Lu Yan came back to his senses, he was being held by two people, one on each side, pressed against the wall.
Lu Yan: “Is there something wrong, gentlemen?”
The person in front of him was overly calm. The surprisingly angry Qiu Shaofeng said, “Don’t you know what you did!”
Lu Yan repeated his question, “What did I do?”
Qiu Shaofeng couldn’t communicate with him and turned his head to shout, “Boss!”
Only then did someone walk down from the steps. This person walked unhurriedly, as if he wasn’t here to confront someone but just happened to pass by. As the man approached, Lu Yan’s sight focused on a somewhat familiar wristwatch.
Followed by a slim wrist.
Further up, their eyes met.
Young master, was the first phrase that popped into Lu Yan’s mind.
Shamate. Xiao Heng could only think of this one word.
The young master wasn’t dressed as formally as last time and looked very casual. Even more than most people on campus. He wore a pair of flip-flops on his feet.
There were signs of exhaustion on his brows.
Xiao Heng was indeed quite sleepy, but when the words shamate popped into his mind, he instantly became wide awake.
“You,” Lu Yan connected the recent incident with the current situation, “…came for revenge?”
Last time, when he caught up to apologize, the guy showed no reaction. Apparently, it wasn’t a matter of not seeking revenge but rather a matter of timing.
Lu Yan figured it out and was planning to find an opportunity to get back at him later.
However, when he looked at the redhead holding his left arm and the unfamiliar face on the right, he felt compelled to say, “Setting aside how you found out I was attending classjere, isn’t it a bit too much for three against one?”
Lu Yan only said half of his sentence when the rich young master took two steps forward. They got close, and then Lu Yan heard the rich young master say seven words indifferently in his ear: “I am Xiao Heng, Department of Economics.”
“…,” Xiao Heng finished and stepped back to the previous distance.
What was he trying to convey?
That phrase sounded somewhat familiar.
However, Lu Yan truly didn’t expect the world to be so small.
Xiao Heng, the guy he was substituting for, turned out to be the rich young master.
Lu Yan exchanged glances with Xiao Heng for a moment, feeling like he might have figured it out. Despite both of his arms being held down, he wiggled his fingers and signaled Xiao Heng to come closer, introducing himself in the same format:
“I am Lu Yan, an unemployed wanderer.”
Xiao Heng: “…”
Zhai Zhuangzhi: “…”
Qiu Shaofeng: “…”
The group of people leaving after class basically dispersed, and the corridor quieted down once again.
“Alright,” Xiao Heng said, “Show it to him.”
After saying that, the looking somewhat dispirited Xiao Heng half-closed his eyes and reached out to Zhai Zhuangzhi.
As longtime friends, Zhai Zhuangzhi immediately caught on. He took out his phone, opened the C University forum, and handed it over.
The posture and coordination of this group reminded Lu Yan of those small gangs in his previous school who were notorious for bullying students. As Lu Yan was lost in his thoughts, the prominent words on his phone screen caught his attention: “Restroom Secrets: A Freshman’s Pitiful Confession.”
“Restroom Secrets” was a post revealing inside information, and the second post was quite creative, presented in an interview format.
OP (Original Poster): To protect the privacy of the parties involved, the interviewee in the following content will be referred to by a pseudonym called Xiaohua. Xiaohua, can you tell us if you knew a senior named Xiao before?
Xiaohua (pseudonym): He’s quite well-known. Heard about him but never met him, don’t know him at all.
OP: When do you think he started developing feelings for you?
Xiaohua: He said he saw me playing the bass, and thought it was cool. I guess that’s when he developed an interest he shouldn’t have.
Lu Yan reread the phrase “an interest he shouldn’t have” several times.
OP: After that, did he do anything strange?
Xiaohua: He followed me out of the restroom and sat beside me in class, listening to music. He even wanted to share his earphones with me, and I was really scared at that moment.
OP: Share earphones?
Xiaohua: Yes, very ambiguous. I didn’t accept.
OP: How do you feel about this? Is there anything you’d like to say?
Xiaohua: I’m very distressed. I don’t know how to face his fervent pursuit.
Lu Yan now fully understood.
Yesterday, the guy in the yellow T-shirt ran too fast. When Lu Yan wanted to reintroduce himself, the guy threw the mop at him, rushed out the door, and ran away as fast as he played the bass.
Lu Yan chased after him, and the two of them ran through the building. But when the guy in the yellow T-shirt entered the classroom, the professor was already standing at the podium ready to start class, making it inconvenient for Lu Yan to say anything.
“The earphones, I wanted to let him listen to our band’s songs,” Lu Yan didn’t know where to start explaining, “He plays the bass quite well, and our band lost two members a few days ago…”
He stumbled through his words, lacking logical order. By the end, Lu Yan ran his hand through his hair, “Fuck, this is messed up.”
Zhai Zhuangzhi interrupted, “You’re in a band?”
Qiu Shaofeng: “What’s your role, the guitarist?”
“…Tsk,” Xiao Heng would never forget Lu Yan’s bizarre guitar technique. He chuckled and said, “Him? A guitarist?”
Lu Yan: “…”
Lu Yan added, “Anyway, it’s a misunderstanding. I’ll just clarify this matter.”
Lu Yan didn’t know why there were always so many misunderstandings every time he encountered this person. The last time in the corridor, he mistook him for someone else too. Perhaps he and this young master were just not meant to get along.
But he also bore some responsibility for the situation. That day in the restroom, he said he was Xiao Heng during a moment of confusion.
Xiao Heng looked at him, trying to verify the truth of his words. In the end, he waved to the two guys next to him, “Let’s go.”
Zhai Zhuangzhi: “Just letting him go like this?”
Qiu Shaofeng: “Big bro, why not exchange fists first?”
Xiao Heng didn’t respond, stepped into his slippers, turned, and walked out.
Lu Yan thought, were these guys bullies before?
Lu Yan was about to return the phone to the redhead when his fingertip accidentally touched the screen. The page of the post slid down again, and he unintentionally saw a few anonymous comments.
15L: A certain senior student surnamed Xiao, is it Xiao Heng? The rich second gen?
16L: Ah, it’s Xiao Heng! I know him! Met him once, and to be honest, he’s handsome and from a good family. Are handsome guys all turning gay these days? QAQ
17L: What’s so good about him? Just fooling around with those brain-dead little girls upstairs… This kind of useless and idle second-generation rich kid, better forget it.
The word “useless” flashed before Lu Yan’s eyes.
When Lu Yan looked up again, all he could see was Xiao Heng’s indifferent figure walking away.
The author has something to say:
I forgot to mention that there will be a break tomorrow when updating the last chapter. I marked it in the synopsis. Sorry!!
I’m going back to work on my graduation thesis ORZ
Ah, I feel bad for Xiao Heng, bro’s got so much on his hands 😭😭