Zheng Haixuan wanted revenge.
Thanks to his father’s influence, he became the flagbearer, but who knew his luck would be so bad—he twisted his ankle and that Lin Baici picked up the slack.
If it were just that, Zheng Haixuan would have been angry at most, not to the point of taking revenge on Lin Baici. But that damn kid, during the military training performance, used a flag pole to kill a mad dog and got filmed by the TV crew.
Although the video wasn’t broadcast on the news due to social impact concerns and the reputation of Haijing Polytechnic, someone posted it online.
Lin Baici became famous in the school overnight, becoming the hottest freshman on the campus forum.
Zheng Haixuan felt that honor should have been his, yet it was all snatched away by Lin Baici. Then recalling how he had been interviewed by reporters, won a scholarship, received a good samaritan award, joined the student council, joined the party, and other perks, he was so angry he could cough up blood.
He had been holding back for so many days, just waiting for another chance to completely ruin Lin Baici.
Zheng Haixuan arranged for a few of his underhanded friends to keep an eye on Software Engineering Class 01 to ensure Lin Baici was there, then he started the plan.
That was to get Lin Baici on stage for a performance.
If Lin Baici didn’t go on stage today, he’d be a coward, a pretty face with no talent, an embroidered pillow, and the trolls Zheng Haixuan hired would tear him to pieces.
Going on stage wouldn’t matter either; if he sang poorly, they could mock him extravagantly.
Zheng Haixuan had inquired and this kid had sung a song during the military training activities, but it was terribly off-key.
As for the order of the performances, how important could a freshman welcome party be?
Didn’t you see that the leaders weren’t even present?
It was only these students eager for opportunities, wanting to bolster their resumes, who would take it seriously.
Besides, even if the college leaders asked about it, Zheng Haixuan could say he wanted to use Lin Baici, an exemplary figure, to promote the school spirit and increase everyone’s identification with Haijing Polytechnic.
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In short, one word for today’s plan: solid!
"Let’s invite our Lin Baici, hero Lin, to the stage!"
Zheng Haixuan called out loudly.
His arranged supporters immediately started making noise and shouting in the crowd.
"Lin Baici, get on stage!"
"Lin Baici, get on stage!"
The performance of six female seniors had stirred the atmosphere hotly, so everyone was excited, and at this moment, they joined in the shouting, too.
"Old White, the host is calling you to perform onstage, go quickly!"
Liu Yu urged, his heart almost bursting with joy.
Lin Baici was going to embarrass himself big time today.
After nearly a month of living together in the same dormitory, Liu Yu knew that Lin Baici probably had no talent—surely he wouldn’t be going up on stage to dunk a basketball, or sing "You’re So Beautiful," right?
"Old White, I’ll cover for you, make a run for it!"
Fang Mingyuan suggested, knowing that if this went wrong, it would be a huge loss of a chance at romance for the next four years.
"Old White, can you handle it?"
"God of Gamblers, go for it, don’t let them underestimate you!"
"Show them what you’ve got, and your position as the king of the freshmen will be secure!"
"Make way, my God Lin is about to show off!"
Those nearby who knew Lin Baici from Software Engineering were all goading him on, most of them unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
"Does this male host have a grudge against Lin Baici?"
Ji Xinyan furrowed her brows.
Normally, a host wouldn’t embarrass someone . After one invitation, seeing that the person has no intention of coming up, they would immediately switch topics and move on to the next act, but Zheng Haixuan apparently had no such intention.
"Did Lin Baici steal his girlfriend or something?"
Pei Fei thought that was the most likely possibility.
"I thought he was good-looking. Who knew he was so devoid of any tact," Bai Jiao lamented, crossing off another potential target.
To become a host of the freshman welcome party, one either needed connections or talent, and no matter which one, it was worth talking to. But someone without tact would suffer big losses sooner or later.
"Old White, go on, you’ve got your chance to become famous in one battle!"
Xu Daguan instigated, loving the excitement of the chaos.
[A rotten piece of meat that wants to stink you up, I suggest charcoal grilling it and feeding it to the dogs.]
Lin Baici curled the corner of his mouth; his eyesight was good, so he could see the triumphant smile on Zheng Haixuan’s face.
Want to play dirty tricks on me?
Lin Baici stood up, handed his bag to Hu Wenwu, and walked toward the stage.
Xu Daguan urged the crowd, leaving Lin Baici with no way out.
"Zheng classmate, I see that Lin classmate seems not keen on going up; why not continue with the next act?"
"Let’s wait a little longer!"
Zheng Haixuan glanced at Mi Qin, "Don’t worry, senior sister. If anything happens, I can handle it."
Mi Qin’s expression remained unchanged, but she was scornful inside.
Yet another guy acting recklessly by relying on his father.
Mi Qin clenched the microphone tighter; the stage was sacred, and allowing Zheng Haixuan to do such a thing was disrespectful to those who had performed earnestly before.
Mi Qin wanted to take control of the situation, but suddenly, from the northwest side below the stage, a surge of applause broke out, and then she saw a well-built, evenly proportioned young man, about one ninety in height, walking towards them.
When he approached the nearly three-meter-high stage, there was no visible effort, he simply stepped right up.
His manner was casual and effortless, with the charm of an ancient wandering swordsman who could kill from ten paces away, leaving no trace behind.
He wore jeans and sneakers with a sweatshirt on top—an ordinary outfit like most other boys, yet he radiated a refreshing and sunny vibe.
Zheng Haixuan was hosting today, in a tailcoat and white shirt, even with makeup on, accompanying his handsome features, exuding the air of a noble young master.