Chapter 90: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 90: Imprisoning the Beauty

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi lived alone in the graduate apartment, and Ren Yuan, hearing of it, felt a little envy.

But envy was envy; to maintain his image and close ties with classmates, he would not do such a thing.

Of course, Ren Yuan would not believe Chen Yi's claim of good luck.

That could only mean that others had put in effort, perhaps spent money, and contributed their labor. For clueless freshmen just entering school, besides harming others without benefiting themselves, their actions had no meaning at all.

He explained to Chen Yi that it was merely a matter of lending a hand.

Someone who could secure a single dormitory—what reason would they have for failing to keep one? The latter was obviously simpler than the former.

Chen Yi softly said "oh," still showing no expression.

Ren Yuan couldn't help but secretly admire his poker face, thinking: When I become an official in the future, I must also learn to wear such an expression—having prestige and style, and easily gaining the upper hand.

"Which people are discussing it?"

Ren Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, secretly amused: I thought you really could hold it in; that would be as impressive as the old man.

He familiarly patted Chen Yi's shoulder and said: "A few foolish class cadres, thinking themselves fair and just—what your class monitor Cai Huaqing proposed, saying that everyone is classmates, living too scattered and inconvenient. They want to talk to our Class 2 about adjusting the dormitories."

The dormitory adjustment between Class 1 and Class 2 was done by Xiao Yu that day. He intentionally left a few beds vacant in Class 2, then filled Class 1's dormitories, thereby giving Chen Yi the opportunity to live in the graduate dormitory...

Hearing halfway through, Chen Yi basically felt relieved.

The only thing to note was whether Liu Xinyu would nod.

But presumably she wouldn't play such a low-level game.

Chen Yi thanked Ren Yuan extremely lightly.

Ren Yuan smiled and prepared to leave, then suddenly said: "Have you been in contact with Liang Yu lately? I heard he's also at Jiang University?"

"Automation major, at the 6th sports field." Chen Yi had called the fat man and Liang Yu many times.

Jiangning University covered nearly ten thousand mu; the graduate area and undergraduate area commonly used vehicles for commuting. At this time of expansion and construction at various schools, they even tried every means to enclose two mountains near the school, with nearly 3,000 mu of land under development, and the stadiums inside the campus were scattered everywhere, far apart.

Ren Yuan made an OK hand gesture.

The Liang family were natives of Jiangning, deeply rooted; their upper-level structure was somewhat weaker, but their lower level was even more solid than the Ren family's.

If Ren Yuan graduated and worked locally, then added the Liang family's connections, that would be truly impregnable and unbreakable.

As usual, the afternoon was singing and practicing turns while walking.

Cai Huaqing and his ilk did not propose the matter of changing dormitories; presumably they still needed the counselor's approval. They were like well-fed rats, gnawing on anything—just to grind their teeth.

A day of military training passed amid various experiences.

Most students could still persist; those with weaker constitutions simply sat on the ground to rest, or slowly returned to the dormitory to fetch water.

Chen Yi went to the nearest supermarket, bought some food and water, and returned to the dormitory.

Under the lush tree-lined road, there were all kinds of brilliant and lively flowers—some like baby's breath, some like plump baby's breath, some like super-plump baby's breath, some like mutated baby's breath flowers—everywhere, along with the slow-moving students, as if in an elderly people's park.

Stone tables and chairs were common by the roadside, surrounded by shrubs; some trees thicker than shrubs, or taller than shrubs, stood proudly on both sides, swaying one after another in the wind.

Arriving at the entrance of the H Building Complex, Chen Yi headed toward the elevator apartment, while other students walked toward the stairs—a stark contrast that was truly enviable.

Opening the door and entering, Jin Douna lay obediently on the bed, pressing the remote control with her little toe, her stretched-out posture as if showing off her slender waist.

"Hungry?" Chen Yi sat on the chair, looking at her with slight appreciation.

Jin Douna grunted, swung her arms, and said coquettishly: "So sleepy."

"I'll untie you, but you're not allowed out of the bedroom."

"I need to use the toilet." Jin Douna shook her head.

Chen Yi put down the mineral water and bread, turned on the water heater in his own room, and said: "You can use the toilet, but don't close the door."

"How can that be." Jin Douna's face turned red.

"I promise not to peek." Chen Yi said, shrugging: "I don't need to peek, do I?"

"No." Jin Douna shook her head as if in a dance hall.

"Then don't go; next time I'll buy you some adult diapers." In this situation, Chen Yi had no need to compromise.

Watching TV and movies—how many protagonists and supporting characters escape by way of the restroom.

Now Liu Xinyu was wandering outside; before this crisis was resolved, he was unwilling to let Jin Douna run away and thereby provoke the former.

Jin Douna stared fixedly at Chen Yi's eyes, judging his degree of persistence.

After a moment, she finally compromised: "You have to stay in the bedroom."

"No guarantee, but I won't peek." Chen Yi began drinking mineral water, making various water sounds.

"Forget it." Jin Douna steeled herself and said: "Untie me."

Chen Yi put down the cup and used a knife to cut through layers of packing tape.

Jin Douna rushed into the restroom in a flash.

As the sound of splashing water rose, Jin Douna used a loud voice to cover up other sounds, saying: "When can I go back?"

"Depends on when you finish explaining." Chen Yi answered simply. Before making a judgment on Liu Xinyu, he could not possibly let Jin Douna leave.

Unlike Liu Xinyu, Jin Douna did not oppose fiercely.

She did not know the situation outside; her foreigner identity was especially sensitive—useful when useful, but especially terrible under current circumstances.

So she was very worried Chen Yi would hand her over to "Zhu Guangliang"; in that case, the organization probably wouldn't want to spend resources on rescue.

Different identities and statuses made her situation completely different from Liu Xinyu's.

Jin Douna hesitated, covered her face, and shouted: "You can't keep me locked up here forever, right? What if someone comes and finds me tied to the bed and harbors ill intentions?"

"Not bad, you even know how to use the word 'malicious intent'." Chen Yi laughed and said, "I'll get a locksmith to change the lock on the door."

As he spoke, he had already taken out his mobile phone and dialed his old man's life secretary.

Jin Douna fell silent. After a while, she came out with rustling sounds, drank two more sips of water, and then said, "I want to take a bath."

"Same rules." Chen Yi's eyes stared at the TV, straight gaze.

"You really want to lock me in the room?"

"It's inviting you to stay here." Chen Yi sighed and said, "Besides here, is there a safer place for you?"

Jin Douna's eyes turned red. She raised her voice and said, "Aren't you trying to make me a double agent? If you don't let me go, a spy missing for 24 hours has no use at all."

"I reconsidered both sides' resources and felt using you as a double agent would have poor effect." Chen Yi was calm to the point of being frightening.

"How is it poor?"

"The only superior you recognize is Liu Xinyu, so the effect is poor."

Jin Douna got anxious. A spy who lost value, how was she different from a hostage?

She waved her newly freed hands and said, "The organization uses single-line contact, but I can contact others through the young lady."

"Young lady? Is it Liu Xinyu?" Chen Yi got an affirmative answer and smiled, "Since I know Liu Xinyu, there's no need to go through you to contact her, then contact others."

"What happened to the young lady?"

Chen Yi shrugged noncommittally, not saying a word.

Jin Douna's feeling was terrible.

Strictly speaking, she was a newbie spy. She had undergone very strict training, but had never really carried out a mission.

During her studies, the most important work she did was merely helping the young lady look up information and perfect internal affairs.

When the situation she faced differed from both training and textbooks, she couldn't help but fall into self-denial — if the young lady was captured because of her, if she herself lost freedom and life, the chaos of her thoughts was unimaginable.

Chen Yi let her entertain herself, opened the computer, and started checking emails.

Gold Source International's daily profits and other content would be sent to him in report form. The various content was complex. To organize it clearly and save Chen Yi's time, Tang Xiongfei had hired an accountant with an annual salary of 200,000 for this purpose, who was busy all day long. In addition, professional translators similarly commanded a not-small price — the benefit of Wall Street lies in being able to solve 99% of problems with money. Surrounding the huge financial industry chain, there are 10 times as many professionals working hard.

Jin Douna secretly shifted to the Wei Sheng Jian and started bathing.

It was precisely the hottest time of summer. After a whole day, even with air conditioning it was very uncomfortable.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Yi logged into the zombie computer, entered "Siren" again, and re-searched all kinds of application materials. He quickly compiled several tens of pages of content.

Using these things directly would definitely carry suspicion of plagiarism, but at the level of a doctoral thesis, changing direction and re-researching would be a very good project.

Given the current state of China's academic circles, repeated investment and repeated research are instead a time-saving, effort-saving shortcut. Famous scholars still worry about reputation; others need not bother.

Jin Douna wrapped in a bath towel, compromisingly came to his side, casually flipped through the printer's documents, and said, "Aren't you an economics student?"

"It's finance. Sent to someone else." Chen Yi casually closed the computer.

The Korean beauty wore an oversized T-shirt and coquettishly said, "I have no clothes to wear. Also, the room's floor is bad, stepping on it is very uncomfortable."

"Be content." Chen Yi wanted to say how much students envy her, thought about it and found it boring, decisively took out paper and pen, turned up the TV volume and said, "Start talking about your organization."

Jin Douna rubbed her wet long hair, sat next to Chen Yi, looked at him with soul-hooking eyes, and said, "Which part do you want to know?"

"All of it." Chen Yi's gaze began to continuously scroll downward.

"Bang bang, bang bang!" There was knocking again, accompanied by Cai Huaqing's shout: "Chen Yi? Is this Chen Yi's dormitory?"

Jin Douna leaped up, her soft chest bouncing twice in the air, and said in a delicate voice, "I'll go open the door."

Chen Yi was attracted by that dynamic figure, delayed half a second before going to pull her, but it was already too late.

Only heard Jin Douna open the door and laugh with Korean-flavored Chinese: "Hello, are you A Yi's classmates?"

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Outside word count: Last day for double monthly tickets, 7th day since going live, does everyone still have monthly tickets?

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