“You’ve gained weight again, gained weight again!”
“How can you eat so much? It’s only been a week, and you’ve already put on half a kilo!!”
“No way. This week, you must diet. Starting now, only two meals a day, and only lunch can have meat!!”
Inside the clinic, Zhang Junfang stared at the newly measured weight with an annoyed expression.
He grabbed the little boy tightly and pinched his ears hard, giving him a harsh scolding.
Just one week and another half kilo gained—he’s going to stuff himself to death!
The little boy howled in pain, “Meow meow meow~ Don’t, teacher! Yan Qing isn’t fat at all, meow. I’m just growing, meow~”
“Ouch ouch ouch meow~ It hurts, hurts~~”
Jiang Chi had just walked in and saw this scene but was already used to it.
However, the two caught off guard by an outsider didn’t think the same way.
Damn, Jiang junior must have on Shadow Boots; every time he comes, he makes no sound at all!!
Zhang Junfang flushed slightly and quickly stopped, his expression a bit awkward but soon covered it up.
He put the little boy down gently and coughed twice, “Yan Qing, hurry up and make some tea. A guest has arrived.”
Yan Qing nodded and dashed quickly to the back room.
The large, quiet clinic was left with only the two of them again.
Jiang Chi sat down and pulled a book from his shoulder bag, placing it on the table, then pushed it toward Zhang Junfang.
“Thanks for the book. I read it; it was quite enlightening.”
“Jiang junior, what are you talking about? That book isn’t mine.” Zhang Junfang hurriedly waved his hands to dissociate himself.
The Federation’s protection of minors was extremely strict. If anyone found out he had printed and lent such illegal, unapproved books to a minor, his clinic would be finished.
Just thinking about it, he felt his clinic was doomed.
Jiang Chi was silent for a moment before taking the book back and pulling out several hundred-yuan bills from his bag, handing them to Zhang Junfang.
“I know. The book is mine.”
“That’s more like it. This is a proper clinic. We never sell these kinds of illegal books.” Zhang Junfang took the bills discreetly, beaming with delight.
“Do you have any similar books? The kind I need is about cultivating a man’s dominant and possessive aura, how to tame bad women, um… stuff like wall pinning and other couple tricks.”
“There’s no such thing here. Like I said, this is a proper clinic. We don’t sell books.”
Jiang Chi didn’t reply. He quietly pulled out a thicker stack of bills from his bag and pushed them across the table.
“Jiang junior, safe travels. Wishing you success soon.”
In the end, Jiang Chi got the thicker book he wanted. After seeing him off, Zhang Junfang sat down in his office chair, propping his legs up on the desk and leisurely counting the money.
“Teacher, teacher, the tea is ready.”
At that moment, Yan Qing returned from the kitchen carrying two bowls of tea and placed them in front of him.
“Huh? Where’s Brother Jiang?”
“He left. Probably off chasing his girlfriend.” Zhang Junfang put the bills in his pocket after counting them, then took a sip of tea.
“Bring me Jiang Chi’s medical records—the case number 66, the second file on the right—faxed from the hospital last week.”
Yan Qing nodded and quickly went to get the files.
Not long after, he returned with a thick stack of documents.
Zhang Junfang flipped through the folder and showed some surprise, frowning slightly as he murmured, “No mental illness, but why do I sense a hint of neurosis in him?”
“Cultivating a man’s aura and possessiveness, plus strategies for taming bad women—he’s aiming to become a yandere?”
Zhang Junfang pondered for a while, then closed the folder and set it aside. He looked up, “Yan Qing, what do you think?”
“Yan Qing?” Seeing no response, he called again.
Looking around, no one was there—only silence. Then, suddenly, a note appeared on the table.
Zhang Junfang picked it up and saw a line of cute handwriting:
“Teacher, Yan Qing suddenly isn’t hungry anymore. We went out to play, meow.”
*****
The afternoon was clear and bright, the sun shining brilliantly.
Ji Yuennian held a glass of lemon water and strolled leisurely through the campus. A gentle breeze brushed his face, bringing cool relief.
He walked along a shaded path where dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, forming patches of light and shadow on the ground.
“Hi, Ji Ge.”
“Hello, everyone.”
“Old Ji, want to play basketball?”
“Next time.”
“Senior Ji, can I take a photo with you?”
“Sure, no problem.”
Watching the girl, whose grade and class he didn’t know, walk away in a super short skirt that revealed a pair of snowy white thighs, Ji Yuennian felt unusually cheerful.
They say a person’s name is like their shadow. Reputation has no sound or shape, but it undeniably exists.
Ji Yuennian had been a campus bully, but after some good deeds and Jiang Chi’s unknown methods of boosting his popularity, even though the hype had died down after a month, the residual heat was enough to make Ji Yuennian’s campus life smooth and easy.
For example, the student council often invited him to shoot promotional videos, practically trying to make him the campus star.
His group of juniors always spoke highly of him with thumbs up and respect.
Even some underclassmen and upperclassmen often gave him snacks and small gifts to show their affection.
Ji Yuennian loved fame—or more precisely, he loved the feeling of being admired.
The cool lemon water spread a refreshing taste in his mouth. Unconsciously, he came to the campus lakeside, where the water shimmered under the sunlight like a giant mirror.
Suddenly, his gaze was caught by a figure not far away.
A black-haired boy was crouched on the ground, one hand holding a phone to record video, the other cradling a lunchbox, carefully feeding a blue-and-white striped cat.
The black-haired boy was a familiar face—Wang Xin from the Information Department.
Was this guy just casually filming?
Ji Yuennian raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and walked over.
“Blue-and-white, little ancestor, eat slowly. Don’t choke.” Wang Xin gently poked the chubby cat who was devouring its food, full of concern.
This single serving of food was easily swallowed by the little cat. He worried the cat might accidentally eat itself to death.
“What are you up to?”
Suddenly, a plain hand clapped Wang Xin on the shoulder, startling him.
Wang Xin quickly turned around and saw Ji Yuennian, then relaxed, “Ji Ge, can you please give me a heads-up next time? You almost scared me to death.”
“Talking about death—so unlucky.” Ji Yuennian glanced at the generous lunchbox on the ground.
Gotta say, these days even cats eat well: two meat dishes, two vegetables, soup, and even specially made chilled sour plum soup to aid digestion.
He looked at the phone filming video in Wang Xin’s hand and seriously patted his shoulder.
“You’re just messing around filming, huh? Reputation is a good thing, but if people find out it’s all scripted, you’ll get cyberbullied. The voices of millions can drown you in spit.”
Wang Xin didn’t quite understand what Ji Yuennian meant and shook his head quickly, “No way, Ji Ge, hear me out.”
After hearing Wang Xin’s explanation, Ji Yuennian understood the whole story.
Apparently, not long ago, Wang Xin met a computer tech genius on a certain website.
He often asked the genius for computer tips, and the genius admitted to having a strange habit—liking to watch cute cats eat.
So, for the past couple of months, Wang Xin often fed the school’s top-rated blue-and-white cat and filmed videos to send to the genius as “tuition.”
“I’ve never seen such a bizarre XP.” Ji Yuennian couldn’t help but comment.
Wang Xin nodded in full agreement. The blue-and-white cat on the ground meowed oddly, grabbed a meatball, and ran off without a trace.
“Ji Ge, the school’s cultural performance is in a day or two. Which class are you rooting for?” Sitting on a bench by the lake, Wang Xin immediately asked.
“A competition’s a competition. Even though I’m one of the judges, no matter who I support, it depends on your actual skills.”
Ji Yuennian glanced at Wang Xin, “Little Wang, I feel like you’re getting full of yourself lately.”
“No, no.” Wang Xin laughed, scratching the back of his head, “It’s all thanks to you, Ji Ge. If it weren’t for that banner, I’d still be an unknown nobody on campus.”
There was no denying it—reputation was a good thing. Though invisible and intangible, it had truly transformed a once-shy boy into someone radiant.
“Our class’s Yang Moli is the only one performing piano at the cultural night. Please look out for her, Ji Ge.”
“Spill it. What’s your relationship with her?” Ji Yuennian asked with a sideways glance.
“Well… it’s nothing special.” Wang Xin scratched his head, shyly, “She likes me, and she’s been pursuing me for a while.”
“We’re… now boyfriend and girlfriend.”