Ch 7: Those who wronged me are now begging me for mercy

I Need to Share the Love

“I feel like I’m gonna puke…” One of them couldn’t take it anymore and rushed to the bathroom, while the other three looked equally disgusted.

“That bastard is doing this on purpose to gross us out!”

They wanted to type out insults and curse at Rong Ziyin, but to their shock, Rong Ziyin had disabled their ability to speak.

This meant they couldn’t leave the meeting, couldn’t type out their anger, and were trapped unless they completely shut down their phones. There was no way to escape Rong Ziyin’s setup.

This is just too much!

Their faces grew darker by the minute, and finally, the dorm leader, who usually took charge, said, “Wait it out! A boar castration surgery doesn’t take long. Rong Ziyin will have to end the meeting eventually, and then we can flame him on QQ!”

“Yeah! If that doesn’t work, we can always call him! That bastard.”

The four dormmates’ combined anger value reached 12,000, and their frustration was at 9,000.

The system couldn’t help but remark, “That’s impressive.”

Rong Ziyin smiled, “There’s something even better coming up.”

He slowly finished up the surgery, then washed his hands and the tools he had used.

During this time, Rong Ziyin remained silent, not saying anything to provoke them further.

But the more he stayed quiet, the more his roommates felt stifled.

Just look at where Rong Ziyin was now.

A run-down pigsty in a rural village, no matter how well-kept, was still dirty! And then look at Rong Ziyin’s attire—a standard-issue white coat from the local veterinary station with “Lizhuang Veterinary Station” written across the chest in big, silly letters.

Sure, Rong Ziyin might have looked good, but on anyone else, with a shabby straw hat, he’d be the spitting image of a rustic old-timer pretending to be educated. Where was the refined, scholarly shine he had at university?

And yet, despite how miserable his situation seemed, he still appeared to be doing better than them, thriving as if being sent to the countryside was some kind of heaven-sent opportunity. He hadn’t even gotten a tan.

The four roommates had no way to deal with Rong Ziyin, and the more they thought about it, the more frustrated they became.

Frustration value: 333

Frustration value: 243

Frustration value: 223

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The system’s notifications kept pinging, and Rong Ziyin could almost see four pufferfish blowing up with anger in front of him.

Seeing that his roommates were close to a breakdown, Rong Ziyin decided to wrap things up, not wanting to push them too far in one go.

So, he picked up his phone and said one last thing to the four roommates, “These past four years, this is my final gift to you. Goodbye, everyone.”

With that, Rong Ziyin swiftly ended the meeting, left the group chat, and blocked everyone from the dorm.

Not just on QQ—he blocked their phone numbers and texts as well.

Back at the Beijing food stall, the four roommates finally saw the meeting end. They were ready to unleash their fury and nearly simultaneously typed out “Screw you” in Rong Ziyin’s private chat.

But as soon as they finished typing, they realized they couldn’t send it.

“Sorry, the other party has refused to receive your messages.”

“Damn it! That bastard blocked me!”

“Me too!”

“Same here!”

“Screw this! I’m calling him!” The dorm leader, his temper flaring to the max, searched for Rong Ziyin’s number in his contacts and dialed it immediately.

“Beep—beep—” The phone rang, indicating the call had gone through.

“It’s ringing! Wait for him to pick up!” The four of them were all geared up, ready to unleash a barrage of insults as soon as Rong Ziyin answered.

But after six rings, no one picked up, and instead, they received an automated message: “Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off.”

What the hell? A phone that’s off doesn’t ring six times—who does he think we are, clueless toddlers?

There was no doubt that Rong Ziyin had blocked their numbers, not just for calls but for texts too!

This was just too despicable.

“I… @#z$#@$@#…” The dorm leader was so furious that he could barely speak.

This wave of fury netted Rong Ziyin nearly 20,000 anger points in total. With the previous points accumulated, he’d almost reached enough for a forty-pull on his next draw.

Rong Ziyin: “As expected, my dormmates are all men of passion!”

System: “Why do I feel like something’s off?”

Rong Ziyin thought for a moment, and indeed, something was missing. There were five others in the dorm, not four. He still had the rich young master left to deal with.

Good brothers share everything, after all. How could he leave one out of something this good?

Luckily, QQ Meetings had a screen recording feature, so the entire process of castrating the boar was captured in the live stream.

So, Rong Ziyin opened his QQ email, entered the rich kid’s email address, and sent the whole video package.

He was always generous—such a good thing should be shared equally.

In a high-end restaurant in Beijing.

At that moment, the rich young master was having dinner with a blind date at a fancy restaurant.

With just one year left until graduation, he knew his major wouldn’t allow him to join the family business. At best, his parents would open a pet hospital for him, where he could be his own boss.

As for more than that, if he had been smart enough to study finance, he wouldn’t have resigned himself to veterinary medicine.

Most people in his situation would have accepted it—after all, with family money and shares, being a rich young master wasn’t bad. His older brother handled the hard work, so he could live an easy life.

But this rich young master was greedy. He wanted a bigger slice of the family fortune. Since he couldn’t achieve that on his own, he turned his ambitions toward his future wife’s family.

He figured that marrying a woman from a powerful family would secure him a spot in the company through her connections.

He thought he had hidden his ambitions well, but it was obvious to everyone around him.

It was clear that the girl who had been forced by her parents to come on this date knew exactly what was going on.

She carried herself with elegance, her eyes brimming with confidence, a clear sign of her inner poise. Although she appeared focused on savoring the meal, in reality, she was doing her best to suppress the impatience she felt toward the rich young master sitting across from her.

The rich young master , for his part, didn’t particularly like her either, thinking she was too proud and not submissive enough.

But given her respectable background, he knew that successfully pursuing her would be a significant boost to his future, so he forced himself to smile.

When Rong Ziyin held that video meeting earlier, the rich young master wasn’t included, and since his phone had been on silent, he didn’t notice anything unusual.

Now that the meal was almost over, and the girl had politely declined his offer to drive her home, instead calling her family’s driver, the rich young master finally decided to check his phone. He was surprised to find that the dorm’s six-person group chat, which had been silent for almost three years, was suddenly filled with cursing, all directed at Rong Ziyin. Even more curious, the group had gone from six members to five—Rong Ziyin had left the group!

What the heck happened? Intrigued, the rich young master scrolled through the chat history to find out. Just then, he received an email from Rong Ziyin.

Rong Ziyin sent him an email?

His curiosity deepened, and when he opened the QQ mailbox, the email subject left him stunned.

“Top Student Live: Passionate Exploration of Biological Mysteries”

The title was… certainly suggestive. But Rong Ziyin always seemed like a pretty serious guy.

Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. The rich young master instinctively clicked on the attached video, downloaded it to his phone, and hit play.

“Today, I’ll be demonstrating how to properly castrate an adult boar…”

Rong Ziyin’s voice came through the video, while the boar’s particularly well-developed testicles were prominently displayed on the screen.

Rong Ziyin truly lived up to his reputation as a top veterinary student at the Agricultural University—his surgical technique was crisp and precise, without the slightest hesitation. But the final scene, where the boar’s blood from the surgery seeped into the wash basin, made the rich young master immediately think of the medium-rare steak he had just ordered to show off.

Suddenly, he felt a bit nauseous.

The rich young master stared at his phone, his mind buzzing.

The unexpected scene left him completely bewildered. Just then, the girl he was on a date with approached him.

“Have you finished eating? If so, I think we can leave now.”

“I’m done. Just a moment,” the rich young master replied, flustered, as he tried to exit the video. But to his dismay, his phone froze. Not only did it fail to exit the video, but the volume also suddenly shot up to maximum.

“And that concludes the entire castration procedure,” Rong Ziyin’s voice announced loudly from the phone.

The rich young master turned pale, not knowing how to explain himself.

“You certainly are eager to learn,” the girl remarked awkwardly, casting the rich young master a strange look before saying goodbye and leaving, not giving him a chance to explain.

But the look she gave him before leaving made it clear she thought he was some kind of lunatic.

Beijing’s social circles were small, and rumors spread fast. The rich young master could already imagine what kind of gossip would be circulating about their date by tomorrow.

Watching a boar castration video during a date—he was certain to become the laughingstock of the entire circle.

“Damn you, Rong Ziyin!” the rich young master raged, his first instinct being to open QQ and curse Rong Ziyin out.

But he quickly realized that Rong Ziyin had blocked him.

He then tried calling him, only to find out that his number was also blocked.

Finally, it dawned on him that he could still use email!

He opened his email and furiously typed out a string of profanities in the subject line, hoping Rong Ziyin would see it.

But after all that effort, the email failed to send.

It was clear—Rong Ziyin had blocked his email too!

Damn it! Enraged, the rich young master tried sending it from a different email account, only to discover that Rong Ziyin’s inbox was set to reject all messages from non-friends—completely impervious.

The rich young master felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, and he wanted nothing more than to rush to that village and pick a fight with Rong Ziyin.

Rich young master ’s Anger Value +2000

Rong Ziyin received three consecutive notifications, fully aware that the rich young master was now on the verge of losing it.

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, the other four roommates were still occasionally contributing tens or hundreds of anger points each. Clearly, the more they stewed over it, the more they wanted to strangle Rong Ziyin.

But Rong Ziyin, content with the steady influx of gold points, was calmly observing the newly castrated boar’s recovery while admiring his roommates’ genuine, fiery tempers.

Earlier, when Rong Ziyin had received the Thunderstrike skill, his first patient was the farming family’s head.

While humans are also living beings, it was difficult to observe the exact effects on them. But now, with this boar, Rong Ziyin could see the results more clearly.

Rong Ziyin’s technique was solid, and the incision was small. Typically, the cut would be around five centimeters, but Rong Ziyin had completed the procedure with just a three-centimeter incision.

Now, as the anesthesia wore off, the boar slowly opened its eyes.

Rong Ziyin checked it over and was surprised to find that not only had the wound stopped bleeding, but it had already begun to heal.

The boar, once fully awake, was in high spirits—completely unaware that it was no longer “a man,” it eagerly looked around, clearly still preoccupied with thoughts of its former conquests.

Rong Ziyin glanced at the boar’s thoughts displayed above its head: “Dedicated player, still on the hunt.”

After a moment of thought, Rong Ziyin offered a comforting word: “As long as you’re happy.”

He then packed up his things and prepared to leave.

The farming family paid Rong Ziyin the fee for the boar’s castration and saw him to the door, once again providing him with 2,000 appreciation points. Adding that to what he had earned from his dormmates and the rich young master, he had just enough for a fifty-pull draw.

System: I’ve calculated it—an SSR is guaranteed.

Rong Ziyin: Alright, alright, I’ll get to it when I get back.

The system was excited, convinced that no matter how bad Rong Ziyin’s luck was, a fifty-pull should definitely yield something good. Rong Ziyin, too, was in high spirits, even pulling out a large bamboo basket he had never used before, clearly calculating that it could hold fifty salted eggs.

System: Can’t you dream a little bigger?

Rong Ziyin: Does getting rich from salted eggs count?

Faced with a host who had such low ambitions and abysmal luck, the system didn’t know what to do.

When Rong Ziyin started the fifty-pull draw, the same old routine began to unfold on the screen.

Salted eggs, salted eggs, salted eggs…

After drawing a total of twenty-three salted eggs, a new, streamlined object with pointed ends finally appeared.

System: What the heck is this?

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