Chapter 73: Just Want to Chat, Won't Do Anything Else

Yang Tianxing had just returned to Startup Base 101 when his phone rang; it was a call from his counselor, Xie Yu'an, likely regarding the incident earlier.

"Tianxing, what happened this morning? I heard someone came to our class to bully Deng Yidi, and our male students beat someone up?"

Old Xie hadn't been at school this morning, so he had probably just received the news.

Yang Tianxing explained the process, though he omitted some "details," saying only that Deng Yidi's ex-boyfriend had come to the classroom to cause trouble and hit people, and the boys in the class couldn't stand by and had acted to protect a classmate.

Old Xie wasn't so easily fooled and asked again: "Then what about the car smashing? I heard their car was smashed."

"Who the hell has such a loose mouth."

Yang Tianxing cursed inwardly, but said with a smile: "The car smashing was entirely because the class is too united; the students were hot-blooded and couldn't take it. The guy who was bullying people was running his mouth, so they just smashed the headlights a little."

"I see."

In truth, Xie Yu'an could guess the situation pretty accurately; Yang Tianxing was definitely involved, but this class monitor was smart enough not to do it himself, so he could not only distance himself from the matter but also help clear the others' names.

Finally, Old Xie reminded him: "Still, be mindful of the scale. After all, this year is the 50th-anniversary celebration; everything should be based on stability and harmony. I'm going to report this to the department head now."

The report Old Xie mentioned was certainly to help explain things. With this call finished, the "beating and car smashing" incident should be considered settled officially, though the gossip among the students would surely continue.

Inside the activity room of the Humanities and Social Sciences Department at the University Student Activity Center, Long Fuxin, Wen Xiubo, and Jiang Minling were discussing the selection for the internal debate tournament. After hearing about what happened in Public Management Class 2, they naturally began talking about Yang Tianxing.

Long Fuxin sneered and said: "I said long ago that this guy is a bomb. He actually smashed a car; he acts too recklessly."

"I don't think so."

Jiang Minling shook her head and said: "A female classmate was hit; are we supposed to sit down and have a nice discussion about it?"

"But by doing this, others will think that our Finance Institute is full of thugs."

Long Fuxin said indignantly.

Jiang Minling was a girl, so it was easy for her to put herself in Deng Yidi's shoes. If there were a class monitor like Yang Tianxing in her class, she would feel very secure, so she firmly supported Yang Tianxing.

"I don't think Yang Tianxing is a thug; those students from other schools who hit people first are the real thugs."

Seeing the two arguing, Wen Xiubo couldn't help but advise: "Forget it, forget it. It's not worth arguing over Yang Tianxing. Let's continue discussing the debate tournament."

Jiang Minling was truly a bit angry: "Yang Tianxing is the Deputy Minister of the External Liaison Department of the Humanities and Social Sciences Department; how is it not worth it?"

Wen Xiubo and Long Fuxin looked at each other and said nothing. That "statement on Yang Tianxing's unsuitability for the position of Deputy Minister" had been submitted to the Youth League Committee behind Jiang Minling's back; they were worried she would tip him off, so they planned to act first and report later.

In reality, Yang Tianxing didn't care about the gossip at all; he was busy looking for his lighter.

"Damn it, I think I used it just a moment ago."

He couldn't remember that Deng Yidi had taken it, because at university, if you leave 300 yuan on your dorm desk, it will still be there a week later, but if you leave a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, they might disappear in minutes.

The same went for tissues; they met a similar fate in the dorm.

After patting his pockets everywhere and failing to find the lighter, Yang Tianxing could only put his cigarette down gloomily and take out his laptop.

Now he checked his computer every day, first to observe the changes in the daily number of packages handled, and second to check if Liu Jiaoyue's Excel spreadsheet skills had improved.

"The desktop is too messy."

Yang Tianxing muttered.

Tan Zhizhi liked to keep all her files on the desktop. It was convenient when she used the computer alone, but now that someone else was using it, it looked quite messy. Yang Tianxing decided to archive and organize the desktop.

"This Word file isn't named; it wasn't created by accident, was it?"

Yang Tianxing opened an unnamed Word document on the desktop, intending to delete it if it contained no content.

However, after opening it, there were dates and text inside, and it seemed to be in a diary format.

Yang Tianxing hurriedly prepared to close it; he didn't really like looking at other people's secrets.

Unless, that secret contained his own name.

August 20, 2002, Sunny.

Class reunion today, Yang Tianxing didn't say a word to me. His attitude on the phone the day before yesterday was terrible!

September 15, 2002, Sunny.

Yang Tianxing made me angry again today.

October 3, 2002, Sunny.

Yang Tianxing went out to mess around at a bar today and made me cry with anger. I'm not going to pay attention to her ever again.

November 6, 2002, Light rain.

Called Yang Tianxing today to ask, if God gave you 5 million, but you had to never see me again, would you agree?

Yang Tianxing said this is a double blessing, why wouldn't he agree?

November 27, 2002, Overcast.

Yang Tianxing always holds back from confessing. Has he started liking someone else?

……………

Yang Tianxing stared blankly after finishing it, thinking to himself that Tan Zhizhi must be sick. Why did she only record the bad things about him? He took her out to eat, bought her clothes—how come not a single one of those was written down?

Also, what did she plan to do by recording these? Did she intend to flip through old materials when she couldn't remember the content during future arguments?

After grumbling a few words, Yang Tianxing thought of another terrifying thing: recently, Liu Jiaoyue had been taking the computer back to practice. Had she seen this Word file?

"Given Liu Jiaoyue's character, she definitely wouldn't look at it without someone's permission."

But it was hard to say; even accidentally clicking on the document was possible. Wasn't that how he had seen it?

"I have to find a chance to test if she's seen the document."

Yang Tianxing thought to himself, but the courier business was exceptionally good today, and he didn't find a chance until they closed in the evening.

After returning to the dorm, Fu Yiming was preparing to call people to play cards. Seeing Yang Tianxing return, he asked: "What was the school's reaction to the beating and car smashing today?"

Yang Tianxing knew they were a bit scared, so he comforted them with a grin: "Don't worry, I'm just preparing to apply for a 'Righteous and Brave' banner for you guys."

Hearing Yang Tianxing joke like this, Fu Yiming and the others knew it wasn't a big problem, so they felt at ease and played cards.

Yang Tianxing watched the cards for a while when his phone gave a "beep" and a message arrived.

"Are you there?"

This was an unfamiliar number.

"Who are you?"

Yang Tianxing replied.

"Deng Yidi."

Deng Yidi had a mobile phone too; Yang Tianxing wondered what she wanted by sending him a message, as he didn't need her gratitude.

"Is there something up?"

"I'm in a very bad mood, can you come down and chat with me?"

Yang Tianxing glanced at the time; it was already nearly 10 o'clock, so he decisively refused: "Let's talk in person tomorrow, I'm going to rest."

The phone went silent for a while; Yang Tianxing thought Deng Yidi had listened, but unexpectedly, another message came twenty minutes later.

"I just want to chat with you, I won't do anything."

Yang Tianxing laughed as soon as he saw the message, thinking to himself that this sentence structure was so familiar; he used to trick young girls like this all the time in his past life.

"Fine, where are you?"

"The basketball court."

Yang Tianxing changed his clothes and walked to the basketball court, seeing a figure sitting on the steps; it was indeed Deng Yidi.

She had actually gone out of her way to put on makeup, with foundation covering the slap marks on her face, and he didn't know what shade of lipstick was applied to her lips, making them look luscious and dewy; she was wearing black silk stockings and ankle boots in the cold weather, and a thick, slightly sexy scent of perfume wafted toward him.

Most importantly, there were a few cans of beer placed by her feet.

Yang Tianxing thought to himself, this is a case of wine without good intentions, and a feast without good intentions.