Green Tea? She's Clearly a Hidden Gem!

When Jiang Linyuan stood up in the interview classroom, no one spoke. Gazes flicked back and forth between Jiang Zeyun and him.

They all looked like bystanders watching a drama unfold.

“What do you mean by this, Jiang Linyuan?”

Jiang Zeyun’s brows furrowed tighter, his voice low and restrained.

“Heh.”

Jiang Linyuan gave Jiang Zeyun a smiling glance, then cut loose:

“Are you Wang Yun’s dog? He didn’t even object personally, but you just jumped out in front?”

The moment he said that, Jiang Zeyun’s face darkened, stormy enough to drip.

“If you’re going to be biased, just show it—don’t pretend it’s ‘for everyone’s sake.’ Don’t make me laugh.”

Jiang Linyuan hit the sore spot, ripping away the moral pretense.

This world was basically a massive folder system, some files labeled, some not.

For people like Jiang Zeyun, who automatically sided with whoever picked up the chopsticks for reunion dinner, Jiang Linyuan naturally had no moral qualms.

“What are you saying! Don’t you have any conscience as a Student Union member?”

Wang Yun, already resentful of Jiang Linyuan, seized the chance, righteous and unforgiving, glaring as he snapped.

“Almost forgot about you.”

Jiang Linyuan turned his gaze to Wang Yun and raised an eyebrow:

“At first I thought you were a guard dog protecting your master, but now it looks like you’re just protecting the food.”

“After all, crap like you is rare too.”

“Pfft.”

Lin Yilin, standing nearby, couldn’t help but laugh at that, the corners of her mouth lifting, the reddened eyes sparkling bright.

Wang Yun and Jiang Zeyun, however, looked ashen like raw liver.

“This senior is so brave and handsome…”

“What kind of person is that vice president of the Student Union? Isn’t he obviously bullying freshmen?”

“Gross. If the vice president is like that, what good atmosphere can the whole Student Union have?”

Murmurs erupted through the classroom. Jiang Zeyun couldn’t just sit on his hands after hearing that.

“Sigh, Wang Yun, go out and talk to the freshman.”

He glanced at Wang Yun, then turned back to face Jiang Linyuan.

“There, satisfied now?”

“You asking me? You blind or what?”

Jiang Linyuan said.

Jiang Zeyun was momentarily stumped, bit his lip, exhaled, and turned to Lin Yilin and Zhang Juntang:

“Would you two step outside to talk? This is already seriously affecting the recruitment activity.”

Lin Yilin stole a glance at Jiang Linyuan; evidently she was planning to consult him.

“Don’t do the routine of making a big deal out of nothing.”

Jiang Linyuan pointed at Wang Yun:

“Have him apologize to the freshman publicly.”

Lin Yilin, not wanting to dig into the matter either and sharing Jiang Linyuan’s view, spoke up:

“A public apology isn’t excessive.”

Wang Yun looked at the two of them, both ashamed and furious. Making him apologize in front of so many people would truly soil his reputation.

So he cast a pleading look at Jiang Zeyun.

“Apologize.”

Jiang Zeyun said impatiently.

He shouldn’t have helped Wang Yun in the first place; his effort yielded nothing but disgrace.

“I…”

Seeing his only ally say that, Wang Yun’s face flushed. Facing the crowd, pride overrode reason. His words stalled halfway, then suddenly he barked at the top of his lungs:

“Why should I apologize!?”

This was like turning on the light in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom—looking for trouble.

Jiang Linyuan was stunned by Wang Yun’s outburst.

At this point, if you stayed silent and refused to apologize that would be one thing, but you actually contradicted people in public?

No moral standing, but full of bravado, huh?

“What are you saying?”

Jiang Zeyun’s eyes widened too, stunned that Wang Yun could be this foolish.

“Apologize now!”

“This Wang Yun is something else, never learning his lesson.”

“Gross, disgusting, so gross.”

“Apologize!”

“How can someone like this be in the Student Union?”

The nonstop voices drilled into Wang Yun’s ears. His face went pale, lips trembling.

“Apologize, is it that hard?”

Jiang Linyuan walked up beside Wang Yun, patted his shoulder lightly, and lowered his voice with a smile:

“If you don’t apologize, I’ll expose what you’ve been spreading.”

At that, Wang Yun reflexively denied:

“What are you talking about?! I never—”

“Liu Tingting told me, I have the chat logs. Want to see?”

Jiang Linyuan cut him off and raised his phone.

Hearing the goddess’s name, Wang Yun’s face registered disbelief:

“Impossible! Tingting wouldn’t do that!”

If you were smiling, people might assume your relationship is close.

In truth, you don’t even qualify to enter Liu Tingting’s pond.

Jiang Linyuan didn’t waste words. He opened his phone and showed the chat logs to Wang Yun.

Wang Yun’s eyes widened, he stared without blinking, dryly staring at the screen’s chat records.

The white glow of the screen stabbed his eyes more sharply than all the green messages he had sent Liu Tingting on WeChat.

After a long while, he tore his gaze away, unwilling to look further, completely dazed.

What’s wrong with you?

Jiang Linyuan tapped his face and pointed to Lin Yilin:

“Go apologize, louder.”

This time Wang Yun finally snapped out of his one-sided heartbreak state. His face contorted, having clearly gone through a mental battle.

After a moment, he stepped in front of Lin Yilin, bowed ninety degrees, and shouted with solid projection:

“I’m sorry!”

Lin Yilin was taken aback.

In her view, Jiang Linyuan whispered something into Wang Yun’s ear, and then Wang Yun’s face changed like a paint palette—white, purple, red, cycling through.

Before she fully recovered, Wang Yun was already apologizing to her.

“Okay.”

Lin Yilin nodded, distractedly accepting the apology.

She probably didn’t even notice that, after Jiang Linyuan stood up, her gaze had remained fixed on him.

“Yilin?”

At that moment, silent Zhang Juntang tugged Lin Yilin’s sleeve and called softly.

“Sorry for bothering you.” 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Lin Yilin came back to herself, looked at Zhang Juntang, smiled and put her arm around her, rubbing faces affectionately:

“No, it’s not you. That person was the problem.”

“Resume recruitment. Wang Yun, you should go rest.”

Jiang Zeyun cleared his throat, seeing things were mostly settled.

At that instant, the classroom door suddenly swung open.

Two people entered. One wore a security uniform from the campus armed unit—someone Jiang Linyuan didn’t know well—but the other was familiar.

The counselor.

“Jiang Linyuan, Wang Yun, both of you come over, there are some matters to discuss.”

The counselor waved toward the two in the classroom.

Jiang Linyuan raised an eyebrow, glanced at Wang Yun, and saw he looked equally puzzled.

“Counselor, what’s up?”

Jiang Linyuan swaggered over, greeting the counselor cheekily.

The counselor sighed helplessly as he looked at him:

“It doesn’t have much to do with you, but it has a little to do with you.”

Where did this riddle man come from?