Ch 61: Those who wronged me are now begging me for mercy

Tui! You Unworthy Disciple!

Unlike Rong Ziyin, who was still a rookie in the game, his four senior brothers were clearly seasoned veterans.

However, without a proper jungler to back them up and with Rong Ziyin, who only appeared to be at diamond level but was actually more of a bronze-level player, it was no surprise that they ended up losing three games in a row.

Despite losing the games, they maintained a positive attitude! No matter how much the opponents taunted them, they kept up their personas as elegant and gentle young ladies, staying in character without ever breaking.

By the end of the night, they hadn’t won a single match, but they made sure to add every jungler from the opposing teams to their friend lists.

Even though the junglers in the gold matches weren’t particularly skilled, as seasoned players, they never passed up any opportunity to nurture potential talent.

At this point, the eldest senior brother let out a subtle sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Ziyin asked, following the conversation.

The eldest senior brother hesitated for a moment, then eagerly began sharing his past accomplishments.

It turned out that when the eldest senior brother first started playing Honor of Kings, it coincided with the early popularity of the “Bixin” companion app.

The eldest senior brother wanted to find a skilled jungler to carry him, so he reached out to a few players who mained Nakoruru. Only one replied to him, but he didn’t meet the requirements.

“How so?”

“I wanted a top-ranked Nakoruru, so I rejected him.”

“And what happened after that?”

“I know!” Another senior brother jumped in, “That guy was amazing! A week later, he actually climbed to the top three in the national rankings for Nakoruru and came back to offer the eldest senior brother a free game.”

“Did you win?” Rong Ziyin was curious about how it ended.

“Of course… we didn’t win! You’ve seen it—eldest senior brother is even worse than you!”

But the eldest senior brother was quite proud, with no hint of shame. “So what if I’m bad? I helped nurture a professional jungler! The guy was so committed to carrying me that he practiced day and night, and now he’s joined a professional team as a core member.”

“A professional team?” Rong Ziyin asked, his interest piqued. “How old is he?”

“18!”

The system suddenly felt its worldview shatter into pieces. Why would a 28-year-old man call an 18-year-old “big brother”? And wasn’t the jungler worried that one day he might insist on meeting in person?

However, what the eldest senior brother said next left the system completely speechless.

“He actually knows I’m a guy, and we’ve even talked on voice chat. He’s aware of my age and profession.” The eldest senior brother then switched to a smug tone, “But that doesn’t matter, because I’m cute!”

System: …

Indeed, how cute you must be! Even when Rong Ziyin told his online junglers that he was a guy and actually 24 years old, they didn’t believe him. They even reassured him, saying, “Don’t worry, Miss, we’re really not bad people.”

It’s true—birds of a feather flock together.

The system no longer wanted to make any further judgments about them.

As it was getting late, Rong Ziyin’s senior brothers decided it was time to call it a night. They all had their respective experiments to conduct the next morning.

As for Rong Ziyin, although he didn’t have any specific tasks, he still needed to get up early to discuss future research projects with the chubby big shot.

Rong Ziyin, who was always adaptable, felt quite comfortable at the research institute. The atmosphere was good, and his senior brothers took care of him, so he had a very peaceful night’s sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed.

After feeding the geese in the yard, Rong Ziyin changed his clothes and prepared to have breakfast in the cafeteria before meeting with the chubby big shot.

However, as soon as he entered the cafeteria, he saw the chubby big shot holding a tray, arguing with one of the cafeteria staff. Several other staff members who also lived at the institute were gathered around, seemingly trying to mediate.

Rong Ziyin walked over and caught a bit of the conversation—it turned out to be about food.

The cafeteria cook was an old friend of the chubby big shot, and they often chatted in private. As a result, the cook knew about the chubby big shot’s high blood sugar.

Middle age is a time when people need to take care of their health. The cook had seen how many middle-aged people in their forties and fifties seemed fine one day, only to suddenly suffer from some illness and pass away.

So the cook was particularly careful about the chubby big shot’s diet. This morning, they were arguing about the sweetness of the bean paste buns.

“The bean paste is perfectly fine, and you add so little sugar. Aren’t you wasting the farmers’ hard-grown crops?” The chubby big shot was quite angry.

The cafeteria cook snorted, putting down his ladle. “Do you add sugar to your millet porridge?”

“…Yes.”

“Then shut up. Be glad I’m even letting you have the bean paste buns. Now scram!” The cook banged the ladle twice on the stainless steel pot, clearly annoyed.

The chubby big shot, despite his anger, didn’t dare say much more. He looked around and spotted Rong Ziyin, immediately grabbing his young disciple’s sleeve to complain.

“Ziyin, look at this! They’re all ganging up to bully your master. I’m old now; is it too much to ask for a little sweetness?”

Rong Ziyin observed the severity of the dark patches on his master’s face and, without hesitation, pried his fingers off his sleeve, then transferred the bean paste bun to his own bowl and took the millet porridge as well. He asked the cook to replace them with two vegetable buns and a bowl of thick vegetable porridge.

The chubby big shot was stunned. “What the heck! Whose disciple are you?”

Rong Ziyin replied, “Be good. Look at the uncle over there; together, we wouldn’t stand a chance against him.”

The chubby big shot, feeling wronged, said, “But you could have at least resisted a little before surrendering to the enemy!”

Rong Ziyin quietly pulled a suona out of his backpack. “Should I give it a try?”

The chubby big shot quickly grabbed a plate of greens and turned toward a seat. “Forget it, forget it. A real man knows when to retreat.”

He just wanted to cause a little fuss because he couldn’t eat sweets—why did it have to escalate to the point of threatening to play the suona and possibly sending him to the afterlife?

Watching his master’s reluctant back, Rong Ziyin couldn’t help but chuckle. The cafeteria cook also laughed and placed a perfectly cooked sunny-side-up egg on Rong Ziyin’s plate.

The message was clear: “Well done, kid! This one’s on me!”

“It’s my pleasure.” Rong Ziyin accepted the cook’s kindness, then carried his meal over to sit across from the chubby big shot.

The chubby big shot didn’t want to talk to him and, upon seeing the egg on Rong Ziyin’s plate, let out a snort. “Ungrateful disciple.”

Rong Ziyin suppressed a laugh and shared half of the egg with him. The chubby big shot, after eating it in one bite, was soon smiling again.

The master and disciple began to chat over breakfast. Initially, the conversation was a bit awkward, but as they continued, they fell into a comfortable rhythm.

The chubby big shot couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration as he looked at Rong Ziyin. He had known that Rong Ziyin was smart and had a solid foundation, but only after getting to know him more closely did he realize how exceptional Rong Ziyin truly was.

Focused, calm, and never discouraged.

These were traits that made Rong Ziyin naturally suited for research. Moreover, his personal life was simple, and his social circle was ordinary, yet he didn’t seem to find this lonely. Instead, he appeared to relish a life where he could fully dedicate himself to his research.

This contentment made Rong Ziyin more patient and courageous when facing difficult challenges. He wasn’t easily tempted by small gains and wouldn’t shy away from significant obstacles.

Given time, Rong Ziyin was sure to become one of the most outstanding young scientists in the research community.

The chubby big shot finally understood why the Agricultural University had gone to such lengths to send him to his institute.

As for the troublesome matters involving Rong Ziyin, others might not have been able to handle them, but here, they wouldn’t be an issue.

As for that wealthy second-generation student who had been giving Rong Ziyin a hard time, the chubby big shot thought, “He’s just a minor nuisance. Even if his father showed up, he’d have nothing to say except to apologize.”

Thinking this, the chubby big shot patted Rong Ziyin on the shoulder. “You’ve already figured out that loan shark issue, haven’t you?”

“Yes, but I haven’t found concrete evidence yet.” Rong Ziyin wasn’t particularly worried. He had gathered most of the information after a few encounters with the wealthy student, and with the help of his classmates, he was only one step away from overturning the case.

“Need any help from your master? It’s not a big deal, after all.” The chubby big shot didn’t want this issue to delay Rong Ziyin’s research.

Rong Ziyin shook his head. “Don’t worry, teacher. It won’t interfere with the important work. I’m just one step away.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, just tell me. Don’t carry the burden alone,” the chubby big shot said, patting Rong Ziyin’s shoulder again. “And don’t forget you’ve got your senior brothers too! Rest assured, no one’s going to bully you.”

The chubby big shot’s words were indeed bold, but his resemblance to a Buddha statue made him seem more like an overly indulgent uncle.

Rong Ziyin hesitated for a moment, then nodded and replied, “Thank you, teacher.”

“Alright. Keep eating! I’m heading to the lab first. If you have nothing to do this morning, come over and help out,” said the chubby big shot as he picked up his empty tray and left.

The system couldn’t help but sigh: “The chubby big shot really is a good person.”

Rong Ziyin nodded, for once in agreement with the system, and silently awarded his master a “Good Person” badge.

As soon as the chubby big shot left, the atmosphere in the cafeteria lightened up.

Some people even started to glance curiously at Rong Ziyin, seemingly trying to figure out whether he was like the chubby big shot’s other “straight male” disciples.

Their final conclusion was, of course not! After all, the new junior brother was so handsome—definitely a decent person and not someone who would act like those “dogs.”

The system silently sighed. Foolish mortals, looks don’t mean anything. When it comes to being a troublemaker, no one beats Rong Ziyin. He just hasn’t had the chance to show his full potential in this new environment!

As fate would have it, just as people were mentally labeling Rong Ziyin as a “good person,” his senior brothers provided the perfect counterpoint.

Who would have thought that, after using Rong Ziyin’s Little Overlord Anti-Hair Loss Shampoo during their showers the previous night, his previously thinning senior brothers would wake up the next morning to find a layer of fuzzy hair growing on their once-balding heads!

Even the normally calm and gentle eldest senior brother couldn’t help but excitedly grab Rong Ziyin’s hand and exclaim, “Junior brother! If this shampoo can make my hair grow back, you’ll be my forever dad!”

Rong Ziyin was taken aback, having never expected the Little Overlord Anti-Hair Loss Shampoo to be so effective.

But recalling his earlier conversation with the chubby big shot about a nearby sheep farm where the wool production had drastically decreased after a large-scale recovery from a skin disease, Rong Ziyin couldn’t help but connect the dots when he saw the effects on his senior brothers.

“Humans are animals too, so if it works on humans, could it work on sheep as well?”

“Wait, this shampoo isn’t meant for humans?”

Rong Ziyin thought back to the item description, which mentioned that it was designed for an immortal deity, not an ordinary human. He nodded confidently, “Right, it’s not specifically for humans.”

“I see!” The senior brothers suddenly understood. “Then maybe we could try it on the peacocks! The wild peacocks at the Beijing Wildlife Park have been losing their feathers, and they just sent some over for treatment.”

“That could work. Let’s start using it and monitor the results. If it really promotes hair growth in animals, it could be a game-changer for wool and fur production!”

The brothers quickly became excited, and within minutes, they had already outlined the framework for a new research project.

Meanwhile, the researchers who had originally intended to ask Rong Ziyin about the shampoo quietly backed away. They thought to themselves that Rong Ziyin was truly a worthy disciple of the chubby big shot. His level of “dog-like” behavior far surpassed even that of his senior brothers.

The most surprising thing was that the anti-hair loss shampoo Rong Ziyin had given them was meant for animals. Yet one dared to give it, and the others dared to use it—such dedication to science was beyond their capabilities.

But even though they said this, their bodies acted differently. In a research institute where hair was as valuable as treasure, news of Rong Ziyin’s highly effective hair growth solution spread like wildfire. Even the deputy director, who had been almost invisible until now, couldn’t resist coming to the institute to have a private chat with Rong Ziyin and build a relationship.

Thanks to his close friendship with the chubby big shot, the deputy director quickly secured half a bottle of the shampoo and treated it like a precious treasure.

Just as he was about to leave, a thought occurred to him: the shampoo had only been given to them yesterday, so why was there only half a bottle left today?

Could they have used it for material analysis?

As if on cue, the deputy director ran into Rong Ziyin in the hallway and decided to ask him about it.

Rong Ziyin took the bottle, examined it, and calmly provided an answer after some thought: “This bottle wasn’t used for analysis. It’s the leftover from washing the peacock.”

“Oh, washing the peacock…” The deputy director sighed in relief but then realized something was off after taking a few steps. “Wait, where did we get a peacock?”

Rong Ziyin pointed to the backyard. “It was the one sent over by the wildlife park—the one with the bald tail.”

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Thingyan: Due to the extremely low number of readers, this novel is now officially dropped. Thank you anyone reading this far.