Under the storm of fierce questioning from the students, Ye Ziming fled the vocal practice room in disgrace.
“God dammit, that stupid Zhen Shuang is such a screw-up—can’t do anything right!”
Cursing under his breath, Ye Ziming was just about to get in his car and leave when he turned back.
Damn it—Lin Hai hadn’t come out!
But now, he didn’t dare go back to the practice room. He glanced around.
“You! Come here!” Ye Ziming pointed at a scrawny guy with glasses who was passing by, looking a bit shifty.
The glasses guy froze, then recognized Ye Ziming and shuddered with fear.
Ye Ziming had a fearsome reputation at school—had he somehow offended this big shot?
“Y-Ye… Young Master Ye…” The glasses guy shuffled over nervously, forcing a groveling smile.
“Go to the practice room and get Lin Hai out here for me.” Ye Ziming’s tone was laced with irritation.
“Sure thing, sure thing.” Seeing that Ye Ziming wasn’t after him, the guy breathed a sigh of relief and scurried into the practice room with exaggerated enthusiasm.
To run an errand for Young Master Ye—what an honor! The glasses guy suddenly felt his status had skyrocketed.
And from the sound of it, this Lin Hai must have ticked off Young Master Ye somehow. He was definitely in for it later.
Since he was Young Master Ye’s enemy, there was no need to be polite. Plus, he could use this chance to show off in front of everyone—ha, this was awesome!
“Who’s Lin Hai? Step forward!” The glasses guy burst into the practice room and shouted in his grating, nasally voice, puffing out his chest.
Doing business for Young Master Ye meant acting tough—couldn’t tarnish the Young Master’s reputation.
Lin Hai was taken aback. He looked at the glasses guy strutting with his head held high and tiptoeing like an idiot—didn’t recognize him.
“I’m Lin Hai. You’re looking for me?”
“Tch, so you’re Lin Hai. Come with me.” The glasses guy was all arrogance.
“Come with you? Who are you?” Lin Hai asked, baffled.
“Cut the crap. A big shot wants to see you. Hurry up!”
A big shot? Lin Hai was puzzled.
“What big shot? Can you be a bit clearer?”
“Hmph, you’d better stand steady. Don’t wet your pants when I tell you.” The glasses guy sneered with contempt.
Lin Hai rolled his eyes. Where did this clown come from?
“Don’t worry, I’m not that easily scared.”
“Heh, then listen up. The big shot who wants to see you is none other than Ye Ziming—Young Master Ye!” The glasses guy proudly gave a thumbs-up, beaming like he was Ye Ziming himself.
Pfft!
“Who who who?” Lin Hai found it hilarious.
“What? Shocked, aren’t you? Ye Ziming—Young Master Ye!” Seeing Lin Hai’s reaction, the glasses guy assumed he was intimidated by the name and grew even prouder.
Shock my foot!
Lin Hai shook his head and chuckled.
“Then may I ask—who are you?” Lin Hai suddenly wondered who this clown actually was.
“Me? I am Young Master Ye’s envoy, Dou Bi!”
“Dou Bi? Hahahaha…” The students burst out laughing.
Pfft!
Lin Hai cracked up completely.
What a fitting name—truly a “dou bi” (joker). And “envoy”? Dude must’ve read too many martial arts novels!
“What’re you laughing at? Young Master Ye is waiting! Hurry up!”
“Alright, alright…” Lin Hai waved a hand, clutching his stomach.
“Xinyue, keep practicing. I promised Ye Ziming I’d treat his mother—I’ll head over.” Lin Hai squeezed Liu Xinyue’s hand.
“Mm, go ahead.”
“Lead the way, envoy.” Lin Hai walked up to the glasses guy, barely holding back his laughter.
“Hmph, stay close and don’t dawdle.” The glasses guy strutted out with his chin up.
“Young Master Ye, sorry to keep you waiting—I’ve brought him.” As soon as they left the practice room, the glasses guy trotted up to Ye Ziming with a fawning smile.
Ye Ziming had already spotted Lin Hai and gave the glasses guy a surprised look.
Not bad—though the guy looked shifty, he sure had some skills, actually getting Lin Hai out. Ye Ziming had been worried Lin Hai wouldn’t come.
Alright, maybe he’d keep him as a lackey later, run some errands around campus.
Ye Ziming nodded at the glasses guy approvingly.
The glasses guy was thrilled—holy crap, Young Master Ye nodded at me! Damn, I’m on the rise! From now on, I can walk sideways at school—who’d dare mess with me?
Hell, I’m dumping Fat Girl as soon as I get back—she’s ruining my image. Since Young Master Ye acknowledged me, I deserve at least a campus beauty to match my status.
The glasses guy immediately started daydreaming.
“Ye Ziming? Impressive—got yourself an envoy now?” Lin Hai walked over, smirking at him.
“E-Envoy?” Ye Ziming looked puzzled.
“Y-Young Master Ye, that’s me.” The glasses guy quickly bowed and scraped.
“Lin Hai!”
Before Ye Ziming could figure it out, the glasses guy suddenly spun around and yelled, making him flinch.
“Who do you think you are, calling Young Master Ye by his name?”
The glasses guy planted his left hand on his hip and jabbed a finger with his right, glaring at Lin Hai with fierce brows, convinced he looked absolutely stunning.
Slap!
Ye Ziming smacked him aside in one stroke.
“Who do you think you are, calling Young Master Lin by his name?”
“Y-Young Master Lin?” The glasses guy was completely dumbfounded. Then, he saw something he could hardly believe.
There was Ye Ziming, acting like a lapdog, running up to Lin Hai.
“Young Master Lin, shall we go?” Ye Ziming’s face was full of fawning, terrified that Lin Hai might change his mind.
“Mm, let’s go.” Lin Hai nodded—he wouldn’t go back on his word.
Ye Ziming was overjoyed, quickly scurrying ahead to open the car door.
“Young Master Ye, please take my car.” Ye Ziming bowed and scraped, standing by the door waiting.
The glasses guy watched, his eyes nearly popping out from behind his lenses.
“God Almighty, this is insane—how does this Lin Hai seem even more powerful than Young Master Ye?”
“Sure, I’ll take your car.” Lin Hai’s car was by the dormitory, a bit of a walk, so he hopped into Ye Ziming’s instead.
Once Lin Hai was seated, Ye Ziming gave an ingratiating smile, shut the door, and ran around to the driver’s seat. He stomped the gas, and the car shot off.
“This…” The glasses guy watched Ye Ziming grovel before Lin Hai and felt the world had suddenly become incomprehensible.
The car pulled up directly at the Ye family home.
Ye Ziming parked, hurriedly got out, and opened Lin Hai’s door.
“Young Master Lin, we’re here.”
“Mm.” Lin Hai stepped out and strode toward the house.
Ye Ziming quickened his pace again, opened the front door, and made a “please” gesture.
As Lin Hai entered, Ye Ziming followed and immediately bellowed out.
“Dad! Bro! I’ve brought Young Master Lin!”
