Lawrence spread his hands with a sinister smile as if the guilt he had shown moments before had never existed. "I really don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’ve encountered something, I feel sorry about your experience, but according to your behavior just now, it seems nothing happened to you, and even if something did, it appears to have been voluntary. If you’re going to pin some crime on me, I can sue you for defamation, even though we are roommates, you can’t just falsely accuse me, right, dear roommate."
Huo Qi looked at his scoundrel-like demeanor and suddenly laughed, finding it utterly pointless.
"Fine, I don’t know what exactly you said to the professor. I took the hit for you this time, hoping you’ll be as lucky next time. Those who climb over others’ misfortune will eventually lie scattered in bodies, seeking revenge on you."
As Huo Qi spoke, the color drained from Lawrence’s face, turning it pale. "Stop talking nonsense."
Huo Qi laughed, turned around, and left. "Don’t be so guilty, don’t you guys believe in religion? Tell me, do you think your God doesn’t see your face full of evil deeds?
Wanting to go to heaven, shouldn’t someone like you sign up for hell instead? That’s the place you belong."
For some reason, Lawrence, seeing Huo Qi’s sinister face, suddenly felt afraid, breaking out in a cold sweat that trickled down his cheeks. The Huo Qi standing before him now seemed possessed by an evil spirit, looking quite terrifying.
Once Huo Qi went to the restroom, Lawrence, completely drained, collapsed onto his bed. It took him several minutes to gather his things and prepare to go home.
Huo Qi stood in the restroom, heard the door in the outer room close, then tugged at the corner of his lips and walked out. Truthfully, he hadn’t initially suspected his roommate until he asked questions and recalled that the professor had summoned him and then the problem had occurred.
He was still wearing a shirt that wasn’t his, oversized to the point of him resembling a child who had secretly worn an adult’s clothing.
He took off the ill-fitting shirt, holding it in his hands, unsure of what to do. Return it to him?
Going back to his apartment was definitely not an option now.
And for such wealthy people, they probably wouldn’t want a shirt someone else had worn, right? It would only degrade its value!
Should he just throw away the shirt?
As he was about to toss it out, he saw the shirt’s label and, his hands trembling, decided to take it back.
This shirt, custom-made, worth at least a million.
Huo Qi dared not throw it away but didn’t know who to turn to. He ended up hand-washing it and storing it at the bottom of his closet to avoid becoming a young man who resented the wealthy.
After resting for the weekend, as Huo Qi was still pondering how to face the professor, he entered the classroom and heard about the professor’s disciplinary result.
He was slightly surprised and instinctively looked at his roommate sitting at the back with an extremely ugly expression on his face.
Had he sacrificed a pawn to save his castle? Abandoned an ally?
Such an ugly expression, hmm, must have been a hefty loss, but he deserved it. Walking on the dark path too often, you’re bound to encounter ghosts eventually.
Just as he was taking his seat, a classmate approached him eagerly, "Huo, did you know? Our professor was fired. He did many bad things. I can’t believe he was that kind of person, actually sending his student to an investor’s bed in exchange for resources and then making a name for himself.
Such people are the most detestable. Why didn’t he go himself if he wanted that so badly?"
Huo Qi chuckled, "Honestly, I am curious as well."
Huo Qi was a person accustomed to dark humor. Often people didn’t get his jokes, but a few really enjoyed them because each time, they felt deeply meaningful, as if hinting at something.
"Huo, are you really curious, or just pretending to be curious?"
"Are you really asking me, or just pretending to ask?"
"Huo Qi, did you do it?" someone, who had approached him, questioned him from a position of authority. Looking at his unrepentant face, Huo Qi’s expression darkened, "What right do you have to question me so unrestrainedly? Am I your servant? Speak with some respect, understand?"
Several others around also seemed slightly dissatisfied with Lawrence’s attitude.
Lawrence pointed at him, his finger jabbing in the air, "Fine, okay, Huo Qi, you’ve got guts. Just you wait."
Huo Qi smiled, "Wait for what? If you don’t mind, please move out. You certainly don’t need this dormitory. Living with you is rather disgusting."