paranoianovel Chapter 42 You thought it was a melodramatic soap opera? No, it's a test.
Chapter 42 You thought it was a melodramatic soap opera? No, it's a test.
The question, “Do you think I’m some kind of good person?” was said casually, but to Fang Wenyuan, it sent a chill down his spine that he had never felt before.
In that instant, facing Hu Biao, a spoiled rich kid in his freshman year, he felt fear for the first time.
Then, he felt a little uncomfortable and turned around, only to find that there were many more people around him, and many people's eyes were on him. He then realized that this was a library, not a scene from a TV series or novel, where two handsome men could argue over a beautiful woman without caring about anyone else.
He naturally didn't want to be the protagonist of such a melodramatic soap opera. Faced with Hu Biao's shameless behavior, he could only snort coldly and turn to leave quickly.
hum! !
As he left, the once quiet library suddenly erupted in a commotion, as if a pot had been boiled over.
This is so melodramatic!
Too beautiful!
That's so gossipy!
This melon is absolutely delicious!!
Although both of them lowered their voices, the keywords "design circle celestial being," "nouveau riche second-generation rich kid," "judge's father," and "grandpa elder" still seemed to have built-in megaphones, drilling into the ears of several students nearby who seemed to be buried in their books but were actually listening intently.
Don't assume everyone in the library is a bookworm. Even bookworms enjoy gossiping and chatting, especially in this kind of environment...
It's just like a scene from a super idol drama.
A senior in his third year, and a childhood friend in his first year...
Two handsome men with great charisma, one talented and the other wealthy...
Seriously, are you guys sure you're not filming an idol drama?
…………
What happened in the library was like a stone thrown into a calm lake; the ripples it created were far greater than Fang Wenyuan had imagined.
Before long, several posts with sensational titles quietly appeared in several popular sections of the school's anonymous forum:
[Hot Post] Shocking! A design institute freshman is actually a "princess" in the industry; her father is the one who set the questions for this year's competition!
[Gossip] On-site report from the library: On the set of an idol drama, a wealthy second-generation male god fiercely protects his "childhood sweetheart," stating bluntly, "I'm not a good person."
[In-depth analysis] About the architecture student surnamed Lin and her "design family"
[Humorous Commentary] The clash between the "refined scoundrel" and the "design princess" in the library is more exciting than fiction!
[Clickbait Title] Shocking! A freshman said this to a senior student... and the reason was for her!
The posts varied in detail, but all pointed to the brief conversation in the library.
In all the posts, Hu Biao was described as a villain who "arrogantly suppressed the enthusiasm of his seniors." It wasn't just a description; it was also accompanied by a candid photo of his profile taken at a tricky angle, yet his superior features were still evident. Anyone who saw his photo had to admit that this guy had a natural talent for modeling, but at the same time, the words "refined scoundrel" would involuntarily come to mind!
Soon, the label "refined scoundrel" became firmly associated with Hu Biao, and his notoriety spread like wildfire.
Lin Wanqing didn't realize something was wrong until two hours later, when Su Xiaoran told her. Opening the school forum, her face flushed red and then paled. Only then did she understand why she had attracted so much attention in the cafeteria earlier…
"That damn scoundrel, I shouldn't have listened to him." She angrily threw her phone aside, and in a moment of madness, she dragged Su Xiaoran straight to the boys' dormitory.
The door to room 412 in the boys' dormitory was ajar, and a great commotion was taking place inside.
Liu Bo sat cross-legged on his bed, holding up his phone. The screen light illuminated his round face, which seemed to be filled with the joy of "eating melons" (a Chinese idiom for enjoying gossip).
He was reciting a popular forum post with great expression in his slightly Chongqing-accented Mandarin:
"...The 'refined scoundrel'—oh, what a fitting name—lazily raised his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered words as cold as ice: 'Do you think I'm some kind of good person?' The senior student opposite him turned pale, as if struck by lightning, and staggered back...Tsk tsk, Sang Biao, your act was perfect, I give it full marks!"
Sun Hao, lifting dumbbells below, laughed heartily: "Wow, Sang Biao! Usually so quiet, but when you do, you dominate the forum! 'Design Circle Celestial Being' and 'Nouveau Riche Second Generation,' your CP titles are now more famous than the school's most popular guy and girl!"
Even the usually quiet Wang Zhe adjusted his glasses and slowly added, "Sang Biao, I still think the phrase 'refined scoundrel' is an extremely apt description!"
What followed was a burst of heartless laughter.
"I hear envy, jealousy, and hatred in your laughter!"
Hu Biao leaned against his desk, twirling a pen absentmindedly in his hand, his eyes never leaving the textbook in his hand, as if something wonderful in the textbook was attracting him.
Just as they were chatting and laughing, the dormitory door was suddenly knocked on with a loud "thump, thump," carrying a clear emotion.
Liu Bo, who was closest to the door, instinctively called out, "Who is it? It's unlocked."
The door was pushed open, and Lin Wanqing stood in the doorway with a frosty expression, followed by Su Xiaoran, who pretended to be conflicted but whose eyes were gleaming with the desire to watch the drama unfold.
The air in the dormitory seemed to freeze for a second.
Sun Hao's dumbbell, halfway up, stopped in mid-air; Liu Bo's phone almost slipped from his hand; and Wang Zhe paused in pushing up his glasses.
The three boys exchanged glances, their expressions conveying a complex mix of emotions: "Oh wow, the main character has come knocking," "Live broadcast turns into a reality show," "This is going to be interesting," and "Sit down and watch the show."
The most outrageous thing was that Wang Zhe actually pulled a bag of sunflower seeds out from under his pillow...
Lin Wanqing had rushed over with high spirits, but when she entered and saw so many eyes staring at her, and Hu Biao's indifferent attitude, she didn't know what to say. She could only stand at the door, glaring at Hu Biao with aggrieved expression, her eyes starting to redden.
"Sigh, look at you, you acted impulsively."
Hu Biao sighed softly, stood up, turned to look at his three roommates who were staring wide-eyed, and said, "The three of you, oh, and this one too, could you please step outside for a moment? I think this beautiful lady needs some peace and quiet!"
Although the three in the dormitory were somewhat reluctant to part, they were still quite perceptive. They stood up at the same time, nodded to Hu Biao with meaningful smiles, and left together. Only Su Xiaoran put on a stern face, stared at Hu Biao, and said, "I can't leave. What if you bully Xiaoqing?"
"Whatever!" Hu Biao didn't want to get entangled with her any longer; if he did, Lin Wanqing would really start crying. So he pulled Sun Hao, who had just finished working out and was covered in sweat. When Hu Biao pulled him, he bumped into Su Xiaoran. Su Xiaoran was startled and instinctively took a step back...
With a bang, the dormitory door slammed shut.
"Alright, nobody's around now. Cry if you want to."
"Cry, why are you crying?" Lin Wanqing, who was full of grievances, felt chest pain from Hu Biao's gaze. For some reason, she didn't want to cry anymore, at least not in front of Hu Biao.
"It's good that you're not crying. This is really no big deal. I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already acting all wronged."
"You...you're the one who caused this mess!"
"What does this have to do with me? I was studying peacefully in the library when that damn senior of yours suddenly came up to me and started arguing. I was totally confused too..."
That makes sense; Hu Biao didn't start this whole thing.
"But you can't say that!"
"What did I say? I just presented the facts and reasoned with him, telling him that it's not advisable for you to participate in the design competition this year, and also making it clear to him that your future is not something he needs to worry about, and that he shouldn't be presumptuous. Isn't that the truth?"
"Yes...it's true, but you can't tell everyone all my information!"
"Do you think your information is some kind of secret? Dean Li of your college is your grandfather's student, didn't you know that? And your family background, anyone who's interested will definitely find out. It's not like it's confidential information. The fact that he doesn't know just means he doesn't care about you. I told him it was my duty. Your mother did say that I should take good care of you at school, right on the first day of school, during lunch..."
"I……"
"What do you mean 'what ...'? I'm the unlucky one! I got kicked out for no reason and became a notorious scoundrel! Who can I complain to?'"
"You deserve it!"
Thinking of Hu Biao's label as a "refined scoundrel," for some reason, most of Lin Wanqing's grievances disappeared, and she even had an inexplicable urge to laugh. In order to avoid being discovered by Hu Biao, she quickly opened the door, her face tense, and pulled Su Xiaoran, who was confronting Sun Hao, away quickly.
The corridor in the boys' dormitory was quiet for two seconds, then burst into laughter and strange shouts.
Hu Biao ignored the commotion in the boys' dormitory, instead putting on a look of utter despair, lying back on his bed, appearing so defeated that he didn't even want to read a book.
Seeing him like this, his roommates assumed he had argued with Lin Wanqing, so they also stopped smiling. They wanted to comfort him but didn't know how, so they could only sit back down in their seats and quiet down.
On the bed, Hu Biao narrowed his eyes, finally feeling relieved.
"The soap opera is over, the test begins!"
In the blink of an eye, his thoughts began to connect with the temple of the Third Civilization. "Let me see what the difference is between fan influence and believer faith!"