Chapter 1589

The news that Shi Qian was no longer the Zhu Family's Young Master quickly spread around the school, and the fact that his roommate Jin Chen was actually the Young Master shocked everyone even more.

Although they claimed both were recommended students without families, leading to a mistaken identity during the relative‑recognition, Zhou An is now also a Zhu Family‑sponsored student, but the actual truth is a matter of opinion—one can neither affirm nor deny it.

In Zhou An's view, the Zhu Family's respectable conduct is still an insult to him, after all he ended up not receiving even a single extra cent.

Zhou An doesn't understand: since he has entered this book, he should be the world's protagonist; things were fine at the start, so why does fate still favor Jin Chen more?

He is unwilling to accept it.

Fortunately, he still has a trump card: his control over the plot of this book.

One day, in the Forest Park near Fanxing University.

Zhou An arrived early, dressed casually yet meticulously, and sat on the bench behind the rockery with his violin case.

Not far opposite him were two young men in black suits and an elegant white‑haired old man sitting and drinking tea.

Zhou An concealed his excitement, thinking the plot had not gone wrong—this must be Mr. Parichel, the music master who had just arrived in the city in the book, together with his two assistants.

Soon, the lingering violin sound drew Mr. Parichel's attention; he gestured for his assistants not to interrupt, looked toward the youth behind the rockery listening quietly, and became so engrossed that he even set aside the tea he rather liked.

The two assistants exchanged glances, each seeing surprise and delight in the other's eyes.

But… it was still slightly lacking.

The blond assistant looked at Mr. Parichel, feeling a bit regretful, and whispered in English: "The technique is still a bit lacking."

Mr. Parichel smiled and shook his head: "He's still young; if this passage is his own composition, innate talent is far rarer than technique that can be cultivated later."

The tall assistant agreed, "He might be a Fanxing University student; I've heard they often come here to practice."

Just then the violin notes faded away; Zhou An waited a moment in silence, seeing no reaction from the opposite side, and wondered silently whether this passage was still insufficient.

The book didn't say that the protagonist Jin Chen's written score was something like a "Pearl of the Vast Sea"; Zhou An frowned tightly and could only perform another passage he had memorized.

Fortunately, Jin Chen's drawer had plenty of sheet music; Zhou An narrowed his eyes, wondering whether, after seeing all the scores disappear due to his dorm being tidied up, he could still recreate something similar.

A few minutes later, a violin sound of a completely different style rang out again.

Mr. Parichel suddenly rose to his feet, delighted and moved by the grandeur and desolation expressed in the melody, and did not dare to interrupt the performance.

Seeing this in his peripheral vision, Zhou An's slightly anxious heart finally steadied, and he gradually stopped the violin.

Then he pretended nothing had happened, put the violin back in its case, and waited until Mr. Parichel personally approached, saying, "Hello, young man."

Mr. Parichel's gaze was full of appreciation for a new‑generation genius, and he asked, "Were those two pieces you just played your own compositions?"

Zhou An smiled humbly and nodded, "Yes, sir."

The blond assistant, receiving Mr. Parichel's glance behind him, understood and stepped forward two steps to invite Zhou An to join them for lunch.

——

Today is the day Jin Chen has received the most attention since he enrolled at Fanxing University; it feels like every passerby casts glances, and one can hear a few whispers of gossip about the mystery of his and Zhou An's identities.

During class, Yu Xing was at the forefront of the gossip; the small‑group lecture had Zhu Suisheng absent, and Yu Xing felt more at ease, so the chatterbox was fully opened.

"Good thing you came just in time," Yu Xing said while fiddling with the game console, "Just now even the counselor wanted to come apologize, afraid that if you were unhappy he'd lose his job."

After all, Jin Chen used to be a recommended student with no background, and over there he had certainly endured plenty of differential treatment.

As for this, Jin Chen felt it was nothing, remaining as calm as if it had nothing to do with him.

"By the way, what about the banquet in a few days?" Yu Xing looked up at him, "Your aunt has sent out invitations everywhere, and suddenly swapping the main character is simply too exciting."

Yu Xing cast a gossip‑filled glance and speculated, "Won't they announce on the spot that Zhou An stole your identity?"

Jin Chen calmly said, "The banquet has been cancelled."

Yu Xing: "Ah? Why?"

Jin Chen: "Zhu Suisheng doesn't like it."

Yu Xing: "……"

"Then you have no opinion at all?"

Jin Chen gave him a strange look, "Why would I need an opinion?"

Why would one do something Zhu Suisheng dislikes?

Moreover, in the original plot quite a few unfavorable things happened to Zhu Suisheng; although the protagonist (the attacker) doesn't need to attend the banquet, avoiding it would be even better.

Yu Xing clicked his tongue and muttered, "I'm puzzled—does the Zhu Family's house have some curse? Everyone who moves in cannot discover Zhu Suisheng's true face."

At lunch, Jin Chen was treating; Yu Xing expressly said he wanted to really give him a good meal, Jin Chen agreed, and the three went to the buffet restaurant next to the school to order, then turned around and also called Zhu Suisheng over.

Yu Xing quietly asked Jin Chen, "You definitely did that on purpose."

Jin Chen, puzzled, glanced at him and asked Zhu Suisheng what dessert he liked before the meal.

"I want this." Zhu Suisheng leaned on Jin Chen's arm, fingertip lightly pointing at the menu in his hand, then tilted his head to look at him and softly laughed, "The desserts at this restaurant are all generous portions; I can never finish them each time."

"Can I give you the leftovers?"

Jin Chen nodded, "Sure."

Zhu Suisheng's eyelashes fluttered, and the joy in his eyes was obvious.

These days he especially wanted to probe step by step the bottom line in Jin Chen's heart; the result was, of course, satisfaction, even a bit of surprise.

Zhu Suisheng really liked Jin Chen's indulgence.

Yu Xing watched the scene opposite, lowered his head and quickly bit a chip, sighing, "Ah... this is great to ship."

"What are you eating? Give me some too." Yu Xing impolitely grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, not forgetting to tease him, "Or is cucumber flavor the best?"

Yu Xing:!!!

He snatched the chips back, defending his potato creed, "Original flavor is the best! You're not allowed to eat them!"

"Right?" Yu Xing looked toward Jin Chen and Zhu Suisheng, trying to find a supporter of the original flavor.

Zhu Suisheng gave a sly smile, "I love durian flavor."

Yu Xing echoed, "Alright, but I don't like durian."

Yu Xing: "..."

He slowly took a sip of water to steady his breath, almost gritting his teeth, "You did it on purpose!"

Zhu Suisheng whispered an "aiya", "It's been so long and you still haven't forgotten, how pitiful, oh little cousin."

Yu Xing was silent, a Silence full of pain.

How could he forget? It was just that he said Zhu Suisheng eating durian smelled terrible, like eating garbage, and then he was inexplicably forced to spend a week with durian, that twelve-year-old summer!

Grandfather even suspected his room was too dirty and smelly; after seven days of unspeakable suffering, he finally found the durian meat Zhu Suisheng had sewn into his quilt! That was his most hated thing!

At an age when other kids feared ghosts and snakes, his childhood shadow was Zhu Suisheng—utterly absurd.

Yu Xing angrily twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle; now he's grown up, even if his brother says to avoid conflict with Zhu Suisheng as much as possible, that's still a specific incident.

Best to strike back, and let Zhu Suisheng eat dirt.