Chapter 82: The Trial
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The next day Luo Ye was discharged.
At the school gate he sat in a wheelchair while Wang Da Chui shoved him along like two lunatics.
“Whoa, Brother Chui, take it easy! Easy!”
Luo Ye’s eyes widened in terror as Wang Da Chui powered the wheels like his life depended on it.
“Jie‑jie‑jie, Wild Kid, watch me do a drift!”
Wang Da Chui bolted, slammed a corner and spun.
Luo clutched the armrest, fearing he’d be flung out.
The whole ride felt like a roller‑coaster. When he finally rolled back into the dorm his heart was pounding.
He glared at Wang Da Chui. “Brother Chui, don’t you think that’s embarrassing?”
Wang Da Chui chuckled, “I do what makes me happy. Other people’s opinions don’t matter—I’m not performing for anyone. Is it thrilling? Absolutely. Then it’s settled.”
Li Hao Yang and Shen Qiao weren’t in the room. Li Hao Yang was still helping wrap up the sports meet; today’s duties included the track events as well as badminton and table‑tennis. Tomorrow another “fun” sports day would take place, but with Luo’s current condition he certainly wouldn’t compete.
Still, missing this year didn’t mean he’d miss next. Next year the fairy senior will be a senior herself—usually seniors skip the main meet, but the fun day is open to anyone, even teachers. Luo was already scheming for that next‑year event.
Wang Da Chui suddenly asked, “Wild Kid, any news on Wen Zhi Shu?”
Luo frowned. “Wen Zhi Shu? Who’s that?”
The name rang a bell, but he couldn’t place it.
Wang Da Chui rolled his eyes. “You know, the guy who knocked you down.”
“Oh, what about him?” Luo replied indifferently.
Wang Da Chui snorted, “That guy tried to pass the blame onto you, said you deserved it. Guess what? The school logged a major violation on his record—his file’s got a stain. Serves him right.”
Luo’s attention slipped elsewhere.
“What? Shen Qiao filmed me?” he shouted.
Only during the meet did Shen Qiao ever record his runs. If he’d seen Luo in action all the time, he’d probably be laughing at him nonstop.
“Man, don’t bring it up. Almost everyone in the dorm has been caught on his recordings. I shouted ‘dad’ after a few drinks; he’s still listening.”
“Hey, good son.”
“Wild Kid, you’re being a troublemaker again?”
Even though only two of them were in the dorm, the banter didn’t stop. Wang Da Chui, who loved the noise, was about to become a lone‑wolf in the dorm—sigh.
Luo sighed, but felt oddly upbeat. He’d already bought all the bedding for the teacher’s apartment he was about to move into. He’d planned to leave the dorm, but since college lasts four years he’d been shuttling between the dorm and the faculty housing, so he bought supplies for both places.
When his packages arrived his leg was mostly healed, and he could head over to the senior’s place—well, to do chores. Oh no, actually just to crash there.
“Brother Chui, help me get to the sports meet.”
“You still want to go?”
“Staying in the dorm is boring—just want to watch.”
The two left the dorm; Luo grabbed a makeshift crutch and hopped toward the field.
Without Su Bai Zhu’s events, the crowd was cut in half. Still, it was finals day for many events, so the cheers never stopped.
The computer‑science department’s overall score was near the bottom of the university—proof that future programmers lose hair from lack of exercise.
Day three’s main event was the relay. Watching the athletes sweat and sprint filled Luo’s heart with youthful fire.
That’s why he wanted to become a novelist—to capture moments like this for everyone to see.
After the meet the staff gathered for a huge group photo. Student‑union president Liu Jiang Lai stood at center, with Li Hao Yang—who had shone during the logistics—right beside him. Though they weren’t in the same year, Liu noticed Li’s talent and invited him to join the student union; Li gladly accepted, making his schedule even tighter. Shen Qiao kept picking up part‑time gigs, so Wang Da Chui seemed fated to spend his evenings alone in the dorm. Of course Luo would visit.
When the meet wrapped, Luo and Wang Da Chui returned to the dorm. That night Li Hao Yang and Shen Qiao came back, too.
Luo knew the moment of judgment had arrived. He sat at his desk, eyes flicking nervously among the three.
Wang Da Chui wore a dead‑serious face, Li Hao Yang looked curious, Shen Qiao smiled politely—but Luo recognized the scheming glint in Shen’s eyes.
“I’m ready. Let’s begin,” Luo breathed out.
Wang Da Chui was the first to speak. “When did you meet the campus beauty?”
“The first day of school.”
The three froze in surprise.
“First day?” Wang Da Chui’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yes.”
Luo nodded.
Wang Da Chui seemed to recall something and pressed, “So you already knew her during the freshman welcome party?”
“It’s not really a ‘knowing.’ She probably doesn’t remember me much…”
“‘Doesn’t remember you’? Hahaha, I still can’t get past how she oddly agreed to sing a duet with you that night. I thought she was just being polite for the freshmen’s sake. I was so naive…”
Wang Da Chui clutched his head, wincing. He’d once been a clueless match‑maker for someone else. He stared at Luo, then said solemnly, “Wild Kid, this can’t be solved over a few meals.”
“Brother Chui, you’re not keeping your word. After the welcome party I’ve fed you for days.”
Wang Da Chui remembered, “Right, you did pay me back for that night.”
But the story of meeting the campus beauty on day one still sounded absurd.
“How did you meet her?” Li Hao Yang asked, clueless.
“It’s a long story. It was a rainy day…”
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”
Wang Da Chui’s expression soured.
“What’s your relationship with her?” Shen Qiao asked, smiling.
“Probably… good friends?”
Luo hesitated, thought about his current dynamic with the senior, and gave that answer.
The three stared, then Wang Da Chui’s mouth curled into a grin that shot him to cloud nine.
“Damn, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were dating the campus beauty.”
Shen Qiao looked at Wang Da Chui, dead‑pan, “She’s Su Bai Zhu, the legendary ice‑queen. She doesn’t have a single male friend. You’re the only guy she’s ever hung out with—get my drift?”
Wang Da Chui’s laughter cut off instantly.
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