Chapter 159: Admiring the Fruits of Victory (1)
Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit
Due to the microphone in Han Jing’s hands, the crowd could clearly hear the words spoken by the policeman, “Young man, do you know what time it is? Someone has reported you for being a public nuisance…”
“Also, hurry up and put out these candles! Don’t you know that this is a fire hazard?”
“Remember to clean up the roses on the ground before you leave as well. In view that this is your first offense, I’ll let you off with just a warning. However, if this happens again, I’ll have you detained straight away, understand? Alright, hurry up and get cleaning. Once you’re done, you still have to follow me to the Office of Student Affairs to write a letter of reflection…”
“My gosh, who was shameless enough to call the police?”
“What a pity! Such a romantic confession and it was just getting to the good part too! Why did it have to get interrupted right at that moment? Argh, now I won’t be able to sleep tonight!”
“That’s right, that’s right! What a letdown! I’ve already pulled down my pants, but this is what they end up showing me… If they’re not going to carry it out to the end, they should’ve never started this show in the first place! It’s like being stopped in the middle of XXOO! You know this can cause prostatitis 1 , right?”
Amidst utterances of pity and fury from the crowd, Shi Yao was ushered away from the field by the policeman.
Since the female lead had already left, there was nothing more for the crowd to see anymore. Thus, they gradually dispersed from the area and returned to their rooms.
In just a few moments, the crowds of people gathering on the balconies of both the men’s and women’s dormitories had vanished without a trace.
Only Lin Jiage remained standing on the balcony, coldly gazing down at the sight below.
Under the tight watch of the policeman, Han Jing extinguished the candle flames one by one before grabbing a broom to sweep up the scarlet rose petals scattered all around.
From time to time, a cold night gale would blow, sweeping the flower petals off the ground, creating an indescribably desolate sight.
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Xia Shangzhou stared at Lin Jiage, who was still standing on the balcony, overlooking the sight below. He slowly walked over to Lu Benlai and asked, “What’s wrong with our boss? Little Junior is already gone, so there should be nothing left to see. Why is he still standing there?”
Lu Benlai looked at Xia Shangzhou like he was a dimwit, “You can’t tell? This is called admiring the fruits of one’s victory.”
Unable to comprehend what Lu Benlai was getting at, Xia Shangzhou replied with a confused “Ah?”. Three seconds later, realization finally dawned upon him, “You mean that our boss was the one who called the police?”
Lu Benlai: “Duh! Who else do you think could be vicious enough to call the cops for a confession?”
Xia Shangzhou: “True that. Our boss is the only one capable of pulling off something like that. But that’s a relief too. With this, our boss’s mood should finally improve, and we’ll be spared from a bloodbath.”
Lu Benlai nodded in agreement. At this moment, Lin Jiage suddenly returned to the room, shutting the doors to the balcony behind him.
Lu Benlai quickly turned to Lin Jiage as he prepared to regurgitate the eloquent phrases he had prepared beforehand to flatter him when he suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the latter’s expression.
He instinctively shut his mouth.
Noticing the strangeness in Lu Benlai’s reaction, Xia Shangzhou shot a glance at Lin Jiage and tensed up as well.
On the other hand, Lin Jiage seemed to be oblivious to the duo’s presence as he walked straight to the bathroom. He casually tossed the bucket aside before washing his hands. After which, he went back to his computer and continued working on his project.
Pilipala! While Lin Jiage was busy typing on his keyboard, Xia Shangzhou and Lu Benlai glanced at one another before discussing softly once more.
“There seems to be something wrong with the script. Shouldn’t Boss be mad with glee at ruining Han Jing’s confession to Little Junior? Why is he still giving out such a terrifying aura?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you! What do you think went wrong?”