Ch 59: Those who wronged me are now begging me for mercy

What the Heck, Why is He Bald?

Confusion level: 9999

Ji Shu stared at Rong Ziyin, seemingly unsure of what he was thinking. After a long moment, he finally showed a hint of grievance, then buried his head in Rong Ziyin’s shoulder without saying a word.

System: Oh my god, oh my god! He’s probably mentally and physically shattered by your bluntness!

Rong Ziyin: Don’t be ridiculous. He’s probably delirious from the fever.

Being someone who could single-handedly take down a 300-pound boar, Rong Ziyin simply picked Ji Shu up and ran toward the campus clinic.

Ji Shu’s breath was warm and soft against Rong Ziyin’s neck, radiating an alarming amount of heat. Even though Rong Ziyin was only a veterinarian, he could tell that Ji Shu’s temperature was at least 39.5°C (103.1°F).

Sure enough, when they arrived at the clinic, his temperature was measured at 39.7°C (103.5°F).

“You young people, none of you take care of your health. When you get old, all these illnesses will come back to haunt you,” the school doctor grumbled as he prepared the medication, unable to resist lecturing them both.

Ji Shu was clearly delirious from the fever, constantly looking at Rong Ziyin. Even after the needle was inserted into the back of his hand, he frowned and tried to lean into Rong Ziyin’s embrace.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Ziyin thought he might be too uncomfortable to sit up and was about to ask the doctor if Ji Shu could lie down.

But Ji Shu’s next words startled him.

Ji Shu wrapped one arm tightly around Rong Ziyin’s waist and whispered, “Brother, it hurts.”

Rong Ziyin: “???”

System: What the heck! Are you two related?

Rong Ziyin: Stop it. We only met in the village.

But the feverish Ji Shu was clearly too disoriented to recognize anyone, clinging to Rong Ziyin and refusing to let go no matter what.

In the end, Rong Ziyin had no choice but to adjust their positions to make both of them more comfortable, letting Ji Shu hold onto him.

Unlike Rong Ziyin’s quick recovery, Ji Shu’s condition was clearly worse. Even after two IV bottles of medication, his temperature only dropped slightly, and he remained groggy and unable to open his eyes.

To make matters worse, his phone had died, leaving Rong Ziyin with no other option but to carry him back to the dormitory.

Ji Shu slept for a long time and didn’t wake up until one in the morning. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by darkness.

Instinctively, Ji Shu shivered, but then he was pulled into someone’s embrace.

His entire body stiffened as he carefully turned his head, only to see Rong Ziyin’s sleeping face. The anxiety in his heart slowly eased.

It was likely that Ji Shu’s earlier movements had disturbed Rong Ziyin, as he gradually opened his eyes as well.

“You’re awake? Let’s get you to take your medicine first,” Rong Ziyin said after a moment, sitting up.

He turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, and fetched the medicine for Ji Shu. Now fully awake, Ji Shu was much calmer and able to communicate clearly.

After obediently taking his medicine, Ji Shu apologized to Rong Ziyin, “Sorry for causing you trouble.”

“No problem. I’m off today anyway.” Rong Ziyin had bought some porridge earlier, and although it wasn’t hot anymore since it was summer, it wasn’t too cold either. He handed it to Ji Shu after he had taken his medicine.

“Thank you.” Ji Shu quietly drank the porridge, holding the bowl in his hands.

Since he was still recovering, the medicine soon made Ji Shu drowsy again after eating a little. Rong Ziyin took the empty bowl from him, gave him a cup of water to rinse his mouth, and then gently pushed him back onto the bed to rest.

After tidying up, Rong Ziyin climbed back into bed as well.

“Um, you…” Ji Shu was startled by Rong Ziyin’s actions.

Rong Ziyin nudged him over, “Move over. I have experiments tomorrow morning.”

Ji Shu: …

Rong Ziyin fell asleep quickly, drifting off within minutes.

Ji Shu, lying next to him, found himself wide awake.

They were so close that he could feel Rong Ziyin’s breath against his neck.

But before his thoughts could wander, Rong Ziyin’s hand suddenly landed on Ji Shu’s waist, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Now, Ji Shu was even more awake. He thought to himself, after all these years apart, it was one thing that Rong Ziyin didn’t remember him, but it was surprising that his habit of hugging something while sleeping hadn’t changed at all.

Turning his head, Ji Shu stared at Rong Ziyin’s sleeping face for a long time before finally exhaling slowly.

He decided not to dwell on it any longer. After all, he had found him, and that was what mattered. As for why Rong Ziyin seemed different from his memories, he figured he’d find out eventually.

With that thought, Ji Shu relaxed and gradually fell asleep in Rong Ziyin’s arms.

The next morning, Rong Ziyin’s internal clock woke him up right on time. He glanced at Ji Shu, who had somehow ended up in his blanket during the night, but didn’t think much of it, assuming he just had bad sleeping habits. After stepping out briefly to get some food for Ji Shu and leaving the medicine ready, he headed off to the lab.

However, not long after Rong Ziyin left, Ji Shu woke up. Seeing the medicine and food on the bedside table, he picked up the note Rong Ziyin had left and read it carefully before following the instructions. After that, he tidied up the bed, aired out the room, and took out the trash before leaving.

Knowing that Rong Ziyin had experiments in the morning, Ji Shu didn’t call him but instead sent a text: “Thanks for saving my life. I don’t have much to repay you with—how about I offer myself instead?”

By the time Rong Ziyin saw the message, it was already noon, and the system was quite excited.

“Whoa, whoa! Hero saves the beauty, and it worked! Master, someone finally wants to throw themselves at you!”

But Rong Ziyin simply replied to Ji Shu, “If you’re still feverish, go to the hospital for another shot. The campus doctor said you were quite ill.”

“…” Ji Shu’s confusion level: 4000

The system, disappointed, lamented: “Master, you’ve ruined your chance at romance again.”

Rong Ziyin, righteously: “Don’t be ridiculous, we’re just friends.”

…Yes, friends who slept in the same bed and cuddled all night. It seemed Rong Ziyin was destined to be single. Not only could he not charm reserved and gentle ladies, but he couldn’t even win over cute and affectionate gay men!

It was practically a curse.

The system retreated into silence, not wanting to interact with him anymore. Rong Ziyin, however, sent Ji Shu the complete instructions from the campus doctor and confirmed that Ji Shu had made it home safely before returning to the lab to continue his experiments.

For the next few days, Rong Ziyin was busier than he had been before graduation. Originally, his mentor had intended for him to become a research student under him through a direct admission. But after discussing it with the chubby big shot, they decided to transfer Rong Ziyin to a specialized research institute through the university’s directed training program.

This transition involved some paperwork that Rong Ziyin had to handle himself, all while not neglecting his lab work. These tedious tasks took up an entire week.

When he finally had a moment to catch his breath, the experiment had reached a breakthrough point, with all components successfully isolated and ready for individual cultivation.

However, this was no longer within the university’s scope, and the project was set to be handed over to a more specialized research institute. After completing this phase of the experiment, Rong Ziyin began packing up his things to join the chubby big shot at his research institute.

When his classmates had left earlier, Rong Ziyin had seen them off. But now that it was his turn to leave, only his mentor and the department head came to see him off.

“Don’t worry, professor!” Rong Ziyin said earnestly, bowing to both of them.

“Take good care of yourself. Don’t be afraid; no matter what, the Agricultural University has your back!” Knowing that Rong Ziyin was heading to a research hub filled with top experts, the department head patted him on the shoulder in encouragement.

“Yes, professor, don’t worry, I won’t bring shame to the Agricultural University!” After speaking, Rong Ziyin stepped back, placed his luggage into the car’s trunk, then carefully put the much-grown geese into cages and loaded them into the back seat. Finally, he took his seat in the front passenger side.

Soon, the car started, and as Rong Ziyin looked back, the gates of the Agricultural University gradually receded into the distance.

System: Master, will you miss this place?

Rong Ziyin: No, it’s still here, and I can come back anytime.

The system didn’t quite understand what Rong Ziyin meant by that, and this time, Rong Ziyin didn’t feel like explaining.

The weight of the word “alma mater” can never be easily captured in mere words. But it’s precisely because it weighs so heavily in one’s heart that students, even when far from home, feel a sense of belonging similar to that of home.

Especially when standing before others with their diploma in hand, one’s alma mater isn’t just a topic of conversation—it’s a source of deep, intrinsic pride.

The chubby big shot’s research institute was located in the distant outskirts of Yanjing, across the entire city from the Agricultural University.

With traffic delays on the way, although Rong Ziyin had left in the morning, he didn’t arrive until 2:30 in the afternoon.

The geese in the back seat, who had initially been excited about moving with their handsome dad, had calmed down and were now on the verge of a breakdown, thinking, “Are we there yet? We’re going to die!”

Finally able to breathe the fresh air outside the car, the geese instantly revived, full of energy, and began to eagerly anticipate their future happy life.

“There must be lots of pretty ladies!”

“And kind aunties.”

“Yes, yes, and most importantly, our handsome dad!”

The chatter among them was filled with expectations.

But Rong Ziyin sighed.

System: What’s wrong?

Rong Ziyin shook his head: I almost feel bad about not telling them the truth.

The system didn’t catch the underlying meaning of Rong Ziyin’s words, but since the waiting time was getting dull, it suggested a ten-roll draw.

System: Even if you get all salted duck eggs, at least you’ll have space to store them. Why not give it a try?

Rong Ziyin: Good point. Let’s do it!

The wheel spun rapidly, and perhaps because of the change in location, Rong Ziyin’s luck was surprisingly good this time.

All ten draws turned out to be beautiful, blue-glowing R-ranked items. The most surprising part was that this time, he didn’t draw goose eggs or suonas but a rectangular bottle of liquid.

System: Whoa! Did the feng shui change? Master, quickly check what you’ve drawn!

Just as Rong Ziyin was about to check the item details, the welcoming team finally arrived.

He paused to observe the newcomers.

True to their reputation as the “National Youth Team,” the seven or eight people approaching, though nearing thirty, stood tall with straight backs, wearing lab coats specific to the research institute, exuding an air of confidence and professionalism that immediately inspired goodwill.

“Wow! Are these the handsome uncles?” The geese immediately perked up, stretching their necks in excitement.

As the team got closer and closer, the geese held their breath, even more excited than Rong Ziyin, who was about to join the group.

Finally, they walked out of the gate and stood before Rong Ziyin.

The geese widened their eyes, scrutinizing the young men before them, while the young men also sized up Rong Ziyin.

For a moment, both sides fell into silence.

Rong Ziyin’s senior brothers: What the heck! Why does the junior brother have such thick hair!

The geese: They look good, but their hair… is a bit sparse.

Frustration level: 10,000

Noticing the rising emotion levels of his senior brothers, Rong Ziyin instinctively handed them the R-ranked item he had just drawn.

Suddenly, the entire group fell silent.

The system finally caught on and read the name of the new item: Little Overlord Anti-Hair Loss Shampoo.

It was almost identical to the popular Bawang Anti-Hair Loss Shampoo sold on the market, except for the added “Little,” much like the knockoff instant noodles “Kangshuaifu” sold on trains.

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