[Post] Let me tell you about the secret I overheard in the bathroom stall today...【Hot】

[Post] Urgent connection to the person involved in the next building, come listen to the tragic story of a junior—about being pestered by a certain senior surnamed Xiao 【Hot】【Hot】【Hot】

The C University forum was thrown into turmoil overnight.

These two posts appeared out of nowhere, trending on the homepage, and the number of real-time online users on the forum soared.

Lu Yan was unaware of this. He was busy planning how to get the guy in the yellow T-shirt to join his band. It was rare to find such a good prospect, and it would be a shame to let him slip away.

While the number of replies on the C University forum skyrocketed, he and Li Zhen were discussing their strategy.

“The guy's from C University, can we really get him to join? Won't 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 and sat in on a lecture to bond with him. He's a computer science major, just started his sophomore year. I've got the basic details down and plan to ask him out for a meal tomorrow to chat.”

“Computer science? That's quite a different field.”

Lu Yan said: “Kangaroo studied horticulture back in university—did you forget?”

Li Zhen: “Hahaha, that's true.”

The next day's class was in the afternoon: business management.

Lu Yan went to attend the class in someone's place as usual. During the lecture, for the first time, he received a message initiated by the client.

[Xiao Heng]: You here?

Here. Lu Yan replied.

Don't worry, I'm attending the class for you. It's my principle not to be late or leave early.

The client only replied with one word.

[Xiao Heng]: Fine.

The old professor was on the stage lecturing about what human resources were. When Lu Yan messaged the client, he had no idea that the client himself was getting ready to corner him with two buddies, nor did he read any other meaning into that word 'fine'.

The precise meaning conveyed by this 'fine' was actually:

Fine, you just wait.

Outside the large classroom.

A person was sitting on the steps of the staircase at the corner of the hallway.

This spot was very close to the classroom, just separated by a wall.

Xiao Heng sat on the steps, head lowered as he unbuttoned two buttons and methodically folded up his cuffs. He said to the person below the steps: “The moment he comes out, you and Shaofeng go up and grab him.”

“No problem, I've seen the photo. I guarantee we'll make him submit,” Zhai Zhuangzhi said. “But for some reason, the guy in the photo looks a bit familiar. He's pretty handsome, don't you want to take a look, boss?”

It would be a cold day in hell before Xiao Heng would look.

Last night, he had finally managed to get some sleep, but he hadn't been lying down for more than ten minutes before being woken up by all sorts of message notifications.

All the messages he received were filled with utterly bizarre content.

—All men are born equal and free.

—Don't worry, we won't look at you differently. Love is equal, be brave and be yourself.

—Everyone has the right to pursue happiness.

...

Xiao Heng had one hand in his pocket, the pad of his finger resting on the cool slide cover of his lighter. He thought to himself that when the guy came out, he should probably just beat him up first.

Cornering someone.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

Zhai Zhuangzhi was also excited: “Why am I so hyped up? It feels just like we're back in high school, back when Brother Heng—”

The word 'high school' popped up unexpectedly.

Zhai Zhuangzhi was about to continue, but Qiu Shaofeng nudged him with his elbow.

Zhai Zhuangzhi realized his mistake and immediately shut up.

“Don't face the security camera,” Xiao Heng said, seemingly without any emotional fluctuation. “Remember to corner him in the corner.”

The bell rang, and the quiet classroom was instantly filled with cheers for the end of class.

During the entire lecture, Lu Yan hadn't listened to much of the class, but he had managed to write half a song. He packed up his things, folded the piece of paper, and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

Outside, the weather was clear and the sun was bright.

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 find his band's future bassist for a meal. But just a few steps out of the classroom, he was yanked out of the flow of people by an invisible force.

“Is it him?” Lu Yan heard a voice ask.

“That's him!” another said.

By the time Lu Yan came to his senses, he was already being pinned against the wall, his arms held by someone on each side.

Lu Yan: “You two brothers, what's up?”

The man in front of him was far too calm. Qiu Shaofeng became unusually angry: “Don't you know what you've done?!”

Lu Yan repeated his words: “What have I done?”

“...” Qiu Shaofeng found it impossible to communicate with him and turned his head to shout, “Boss!”

Only then did someone walk down from the steps. The person walked unhurriedly, as if not here to corner someone but just passing by. The man walked up to him, and a somewhat familiar watch appeared in the center of Lu Yan's vision.

Above it was a lean wrist.

Further up, their eyes met.

Young master. The first term that popped into Lu Yan's mind.

Shamate. Xiao Heng could only think of that word.

The young master wasn't dressed as formally as last time. He was dressed very casually, even more so than most people on campus. He was wearing a pair of flip-flops.

But magically, even in flip-flops, his personal image didn't suffer. If he had a class to attend later, he gave off the vibe of the type who would find the most remote corner of the classroom to put his head down and sleep.

His eyes looked tired, and he appeared very languid.

Xiao Heng had indeed been very sleepy, but when the word 'Shamate' popped into his head and shot straight to his crown, he instantly woke up.

“You,” Lu Yan connected the previous incident with the current situation, “...are you here for revenge?”

Last time he had chased after him to apologize, the guy hadn't reacted. So it wasn't that he wasn't going to retaliate, but that the time just wasn't right.

Lu Yan figured it out; he had just been waiting for an opportunity to properly mess with him.

But he looked at the red-haired guy holding his left arm and the unfamiliar face on his right, and felt there was something he had to say: “Putting aside how you knew I was in this class, isn't three against one a bit much?”

Lu Yan was halfway through his sentence when the young master took two steps forward, bringing them very close. Then, he heard the young master say a sentence coolly into his ear: “I'm from the economics department, Xiao Heng.”

...

After speaking, Xiao Heng stepped back to his original distance.

What was he trying to express?

Those words did sound a bit familiar.

But Lu Yan really hadn't expected the world to be so small.

He was attending class for someone, and that someone, Xiao Heng, was actually this young master.

Lu Yan met Xiao Heng's gaze again for a moment and thought he might have understood. Although both his arms were being held down, he still wiggled his fingers, beckoning him to come closer, and introduced himself in the same format: “I'm an unemployed vagrant, Lu Yan.”

Xiao Heng: “...”

Zhai Zhuangzhi: “...”

Qiu Shaofeng: “...”

The crowd of people leaving after class had mostly gone, and the hallway became quiet again.

“Alright,” Xiao Heng said. “Show it to him.”

After speaking, Xiao Heng half-closed his eyes listlessly again and held out his hand to Zhai Zhuangzhi.

Having been brothers for many years, Zhai Zhuangzhi reacted instantly, took out his phone, opened the C University forum, and handed it over.

This posture and coordination reminded Lu Yan of the small, tyrannical groups back in school that specialized in bullying students. As Lu Yan's mind wandered, two conspicuous lines of text on the phone screen jumped into his view: 'Bathroom Secret' and 'A Junior's Tragic Story'.

The 'Bathroom Secret' was an exposé post. The second post was more creative, using an interview format.

Poster: To protect the privacy of the person involved, a pseudonym will be used for him in the following interview. The pseudonym is Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua, did you know a certain senior surnamed Xiao before this?

Xiao Hua (pseudonym): He's very famous. I've heard of him, but I've never seen him. We don't know each other at all.

Poster: When do you think he started having feelings for you?

Xiao Hua: He said he saw me playing the bass and thought it was really cool. I guess that's when he developed an inappropriate interest in me.

Lu Yan read that phrase 'inappropriate interest' over and over again several times.

Poster: Did he do anything else strange after that?

Xiao Hua: After he came out of the bathroom, he followed me to class, sat next to me listening to music, and even tried to share an earbud with me. I was terrified at that moment.

Poster: Share an earbud?

Xiao Hua: Yes, it was very intimate. I didn't accept it.

Poster: How do you feel about this? Is there anything you want to say?

Xiao Hua: I'm very distressed. I don't know how to face his ardent pursuit.

Now, Lu Yan completely understood.

Yesterday, the guy in the yellow T-shirt ran off too quickly. When he wanted to properly introduce himself again, the guy threw the mop at him and bolted out the door, running away as fast as he played the bass.

Lu Yan chased after him, and the two of them had a chase scene in the academic building.

But after the yellow T-shirt ran into the classroom, the professor was already standing at the podium ready to start the lecture, so it wasn't convenient for him to speak.

“That earbud, I wanted him to listen to our band's song,” Lu Yan didn't know where to begin explaining. “He plays the bass well, and our band lost two members a few days ago...”

His words were stumbling out, almost devoid of logic or sequence. In the end, Lu Yan raised a hand to scratch his hair and blurted out a curse: “Fuck, what the hell.”

Zhai Zhuangzhi interrupted: “So you're in a band?”

Qiu Shaofeng: “What's your role, guitarist?”

“...Tsk.” Xiao Heng would never forget Lu Yan's bizarre guitar skills. He sneered and said, “Him? Guitar?”

Lu Yan: “...”

Lu Yan added: “Anyway, this is really a misunderstanding. I'll clear this up.”

He didn't know why there were so many misunderstandings every time he ran into this person. Like last time in the hallway when he'd grabbed the wrong guy.

He and this young master were probably astrologically incompatible.

But he was indeed at fault for this. He'd had a brain fart in the bathroom that day and said he was Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng looked at him, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of his words. Finally, he waved his hand at the two guys beside him: “Let's go.”

Zhai Zhuangzhi: “We're just letting him go like this?”

Qiu Shaofeng: “Boss, shouldn't we beat him up first?”

Xiao Heng didn't reply, turning to walk away in his flip-flops.

'Weren't these guys really some kind of bully clique in the past?' Lu Yan thought.

Lu Yan was about to return the phone to the red-haired guy, but the pad of his finger accidentally touched the screen, causing the post to scroll down. He unintentionally saw a few anonymous replies.

15F: The certain senior surnamed Xiao, that's Xiao Heng, right? That rich second-generation kid?

16F: Ahhh, it's Xiao Heng! I know him! I've seen him once, he's seriously handsome and has a great family background. Are all the handsome guys gay these days? QAQ

17F: Great my ass, he only fools brain-dead little girls like the one upstairs... A good-for-nothing, wastrel second-generation heir like him? Just forget it.

The word 'wastrel' flashed before his eyes.

When Lu Yan looked up again, all he could see was Xiao Heng's languid back as he walked away.