Besides, the Trojan virus had indeed been sent from these two accounts.
Since no one was hurt and it was only a network incident, the Police decided to give a reprimand based on the school's opinion.
After the facts were clear, Chen Jin berated them even more harshly: "By rights your actions already constitute a crime. If I didn't want to dig deeper, you two would be looking at fifteen days or more in detention. A record like that would ruin your future. Withdraw from school. The school has its rules; people have to think of their whole life ahead. Don't ever make this mistake again."
After the questioning Jiang Cheng walked back along the corridor to the dorm and found Wang Jian and the others still primping their hair.
Tonight was the first class dinner. Jiang Cheng simply took a shower and called it preparation done.
But the rest of them still had to style one another.
Watching them haul out their ancestral Hair Spray and swap tips on greasy, flamboyant dos, Jiang Cheng helplessly picked up his phone and started a round of Jungle Game.
Little Crispy, seeing Jiang Cheng gift her two Rockets, beamed and asked, "Big bro, I'm going to the Comic-Con in Modor in a few days. I heard you're in Modor too—want to meet up?"
The Old Lechers in the stream-chat instantly stirred.
"Streamer, which hall? Why didn't you invite us along?"
"I want to sign up. Little Crispy doesn't matter—I just want to see Big Brother Poseidon."
"Streamer, which hall? Flying there right now!"
"..."
Seeing her message, Jiang Cheng typed, "A one-on-one meet?"
"Damn, Poseidon's the man!"
"King of the seas indeed."
"If it's a solo meet, can Little Crispy handle him?"
"..."
Teased by the whole screen, Little Crispy pouted.
She had never met a net-friend alone; they always saw each other at Comic-Cons.
And with so many viewers, saying "solo meet" would only give the Old Lechers more ammo.
"Let's meet at the Comic-Con, Great Poseidon. If you like cons, drop by the hall—there'll be tons of gorgeous Girls."
So it's a group fan-gathering?
Jiang Cheng wasn't interested—bye.
He typed back, "Group meet? Not interested. Rather game. Let's play."
Spurned, Little Crispy was a bit miffed but still fawned, "Sure, no problem, Great Poseidon—next time we'll meet alone."
Jiang Cheng didn't reply again.
Little Crispy was pretty, but women weren't exactly scarce for him.
He valued her skills, not her face—got it?
Not that he was shallow, but if she wanted a solo meet he wouldn't mind playing games with her face-to-face.
After all, side-by-side you communicate better and roam together more easily.
Two Canyon matches later, Wang Jian's gang finally finished preening.
The group headed for the barbecue stands on the food street opposite campus.
The dinner was AA, the cost taken from the class fund.
Wu Kun did the math, catering to the majority, so only ordinary dishes were ordered—no Oysters or seafood.
Sticking to normal meat and veg kept the average per person just over twenty yuan.
Everyone could swallow that price.
Jiang Cheng didn't mind the plain menu.
Back in high school he'd often grabbed skewers with classmates.
Honestly, this youthful vibe was worth tasting again.
Youth slips away; hit thirty and you'll find that even if you still meet for skewers, the feeling's never the same.
At eighteen you talk only about the future, about crushes, about ragging on friends.
After society it turns to salaries, office politics, sky-high betrothal gifts, house down-payments, and bad-mouthing your Mother-in-law.
After ordering, they hunted for seats. Huang Yiyi dragged her roommate by the hand and zoomed toward Jiang Cheng's table.
"Jiang Cheng, we're sitting with you." With Huang Yiyi pulling them, Wang Qian and the others were happy to tag along.
None of them showed overt interest in Jiang Cheng.
But what Girl doesn't like a Handsome Guy?
Wang Jian's trio were over the moon—besides Huang Yiyi, Fang Yuan and company were quite the lookers too.
Soon the skewers arrived.
Huang Yiyi immediately grabbed a beef skewer and offered it to Jiang Cheng.
"Here, Jiang Cheng, for you." She even wore a sweet smile as she said it.
Several boys in class who'd nursed crushes on her now accepted reality and gave up.
After all, their rival was Jiang Cheng—too tough; better switch targets, maybe they still stood a chance.
Halfway through, some of the bolder guys came to toast Jiang Cheng.
"Bro, a toast—thanks!"
"Let's chug one for you."
Jiang Cheng saw everyone knocking back their glasses.
Grinning, he said, "Chugging's overkill; that's a Girl's job—just sip."
As soon as he said it Huang Yiyi jumped in, "Needs a Girl to chug? Then I'll do one for you."
Watching her down it in one, Jiang Cheng swallowed; the Girl was so forward—should he return the favor? He said, "Then I'll chug one for you too?"
Huang Yiyi missed the double meaning.
Imitating the guys' hearty style, she said, "Sure—make yours a big gulp."
Her roommates nearby flushed red at the exchange.
"Yiyi, stop talking…"
"Why? I'm giving Jiang Cheng another chug—haven't finished."
Seeing Yiyi's cluelessness, Fang Yuan rolled her eyes at Jiang Cheng. "Jiang Cheng, quit teasing her—she doesn't get it."
Jiang Cheng put on an innocent face. "Huh?"
A poor drinker, Huang Yiyi was already tipsy after that single shot.
"Jiang Cheng, you're so handsome—I really like you." She nestled her blushing cheek against his arm.
Moments later she popped back up, turned away, and pretended to chat with her roommates.
At her adorable little-Girl act Jiang Cheng couldn't help smiling.
Everyone exchanged knowing smiles at the pair's "mutual chugging."
The table buzzed with chatter, teasing, and laughter, while the middle-aged men at the next table watched with a twinge of envy.