When did Z ever stream himself eating?
- ...So, before he kissed Mingzhu on his live stream, had he ever kissed her on his live stream? There's always a first time for everything.
-I'd still rather see them kissing!
Xuanyuan Tianlu exclaimed passionately, "Z University should still be setting up the equipment! I wonder what game he'll bring us? Or some exciting personal life story? By the way, let me give you all some background information: Z University is currently studying mathematics at Rongcheng University. I confirmed this through layers of connections, it's 100% accurate! But university doesn't necessarily mean classes every day. The mysterious Z University keeps me hooked every day..."
Just as the comments started throwing rotten eggs at him, Wen Zheng's video finally lit up.
The first thing you see is a light gray desktop.
"I am Wen Zheng."
His voice entered the frame first, indifferent yet gentle, prompting a flurry of excited comments from the viewers. Xuan Yuan Tianlu exclaimed, "As expected of Z University! Even his greeting is so melodious!"
"Today's live stream will last for one hour," he paused, then pulled out a stack of papers and placed them on the table: "We'll be doing practice questions live."
The viewers in the live chat were like: …………? ? ?
Xuan Yuan Tianlu was speechless for a long time. He was a terrible student and had never met a top student in his life. He used to hate those elites who looked down on him because of their good grades... At this moment, he suddenly said solemnly, "Good, great! This is our Z University, actually doing live-streamed problem solving! This live-stream room is now filled with fragrance—the fragrance of knowledge!"
Comments: Please, just shut up!
Just as he was racking his brains for some fresh words to praise Wen Zheng's brain, several people in the live chat suddenly started typing long sentences.
Xuanyuan Tianlu immediately took it in.
-I roughly understand why Z University is broadcasting this live. I'm from Rongcheng, and my sister got into Rongcheng University two years ago, majoring in mathematics. When Wen Zheng enrolled last month, many people in his department were dissatisfied, saying that Wen Zheng must have gotten in through connections and wasn't qualified.
- There was a really sharp girl back then who presented a lot of evidence showing that Wen Zheng was actually incompetent and arrogant, completely unlike his online persona. What I remember most vividly is that he said freshmen and sophomores weren't supposed to be commuters, but the school made an exception for him, clearly trying to curry favor with him.
-As soon as this news got out, it was immediately proven wrong; it turns out they didn't have an undergraduate degree, but a master's degree...
- My sister specifically asked their professor about this, to see if it was possible. The professor said that military academies also have departments of applied physics and mathematics, and their effectiveness is the same as that of regular universities. In other words, even if Wen Zheng is unknown, as long as he comes with a certificate of completion and takes the exam, he can get in.
Many people were convinced at the time, thinking that his life was amazing, but many others found it strange and spoke ill of Wen Zheng behind his back.
My sister's department is one of Rongda University's strongest disciplines. She said that the top students would rather believe in insider dealings than believe someone is simply exceptionally talented. Of course, this is just something we talk about privately. And that's the end of it; I just gleaned this from casual conversation.
- But given the current situation, do you think Z is retaliating?
This person's extremely long comment was quickly found and pinned to the top. In the screenshot, Xuanyuan Tianlu is standing in front of the host, with his hands on the table, looking so angry that his face is cracking.
"Jealousy!" Xuan Yuan Tianlu declared vehemently, "These people are just jealous!"
He angrily exclaimed, "They actually dare to criticize Z University! Who gave them the courage?!"
Yes, where did she get the courage? Nail Polish stood by the long table in the dining room, watching Wen Zheng calculate and verify line by line smoothly. His thinking was clear and his technique was skillful. He seemed like an excellent student by all.
She personally selected this set of questions; it's quite difficult, and there's absolutely no suspicion of cheating.
She had genuinely believed that Wen Zheng couldn't possibly be that skilled, but what was happening now? Was she dreaming? Why... why did she agree to his proposal just now?
Nail polish turned pale and then flushed, watching Wen Zheng write more and more skillfully and quickly, eventually finishing the set of questions in an hour.
The comments section was going crazy.
Wen Zheng glanced at it twice, ignored it, and let the nail polish check the answer.
The nail polish trembled as it carefully checked line by line, finally finding a slightly non-standard error, which cost it three points; everything else was correct.
Wen Zheng stood up: "Apologize to me."
Apologize to whom? Z-Da? Who are you? What heinous thing have you done? Otherwise, why would Z-Da make you apologize?
Just as people were wondering, a fan from Xuanyuan Tianlu came over and explained the ins and outs of the "possible" scenario, instantly igniting the anger of the crowd.
Our beloved leader, whom we cherish so much, is now being suspected by you of using connections!
After a dramatic and explosive exchange, just as Wen Zheng finally remembered to check Weibo, he was overwhelmed by message notifications again.
He had just gotten home and, facing the empty room, sat cross-legged on the sofa. He mentally prepared himself to open Weibo, expecting a mix of praise and criticism, but to his surprise, he found that almost all the people who used to dislike him were gone.
His inbox was full of praise, and the comments expressed sympathy for his distress while also teaching him how to protect his rights at school.
Wen Zheng had never received such a one-sided evaluation before, and before he knew it, he was engrossed in reading it.
As he turned the page, the comment with the most likes caught his eye.
"-Stop meditating, tell us what's wrong. We'll always be your spear to clear thorns and brambles, and your shield to protect you from the wind and rain."
Author's Note: Ningning: I disagree!!!
Chapter 107
Wen Zheng remained silent for a long time.
After a while, he finally saved the screenshot and logged out of Weibo.
As evening approached, he sat on the corner of the balcony where Bei Sining often sat, pondered the password for a while, and then received a call from his beloved cat's live stream.
They saw he was livestreaming again today and subtly reminded him that he hadn't met his contractual requirements for broadcast time in several months. This wasn't meant to pressure him, but rather to ask if he had time to sign a new contract.
The agent, feigning apprehension, said, "Actually, it's fine if you don't want to cooperate anymore. Everything is negotiable. Our platform won't use the contract to force streamers to do things, especially given your status..."
Wen Zheng realized that he hadn't paid attention to the platform for a long time. Since no one was home, he might as well take care of this matter.
He won first place in the previous event, and the prize money has already been deposited into his account, but he hasn't signed the promised platinum contract yet.
The platinum contract has no time limit and offers better benefits in all aspects. The agent seems very eager for him to sign, but is afraid that if he tries to persuade Wen Zheng too much, Wen Zheng will find him annoying, so he just keeps looking at him.
"Will you still stream games in the future?" Jian Wenzheng signed the papers without saying a word, and his agent breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile.
“Broadcast,” Wen Zheng said, clearly enjoying the survival space, “I’ve been quite busy lately, but I’ll play again once I’ve calmed down. Here you go.”
The agent beamed and offered to treat Wen Zheng to dinner, then suddenly remembered to ask, "Your partner..."
“He’s not home today,” Wen Zheng replied.
After finishing dinner and signing dozens of autographs for his agent, he returned home to find only his smart home system there to greet him.
Bei Sining has been gone for a day.
The next day, Wen Zheng inspected the house in disappointment, not even wanting to go into the kitchen, and simply grabbed his bag and left.
He only had one class this morning, and he did some things for his tutor, went to Beiyao Company to see if Fan Lingrou was still alive, and signed the mountain of documents.
Cat hair was flying everywhere in the cat spirit's courtyard, and the self-cleaning system couldn't handle it. Little Yellow Hair and Ye Yubing were carrying vacuum cleaners and running around the house.
I felt relaxed here, even though I was arguing. I took a nap in Bei Sining's office at noon.
Just as he was about to wake up, the phone rang. The song "Don't Get Angry" made him open his eyes immediately, and he unlocked his phone and said "Hello."
"Smell!" Paige exclaimed eagerly, "I have some new information!"
Wen Zheng suddenly opened his eyes: "Speak."
“Xu Ji, male, 45 years old, currently residing in NQ City, United States, passport number gi71298761.” He paused and said, “Rick was right, he does indeed work for a new ‘biotechnology company.’ This company is the shell of a new research institute, but the underground is heavily guarded, and we can’t get in.”
Wen Zheng listened with a frown, pressing one hand to his temple.
Page: "But we found his contact information in the Allied database, and after our investigation, we confirmed that the phone number was indeed used near that company, and the signal was quite frequent. It's safe to assume that it was him using it."
Page then sent the number to Wen Zheng, promising to keep an eye on things and report any progress before hanging up.
His master moved away from Rongcheng without even saying goodbye. To be precise, he left the Beihai base on New Year's Eve and never contacted him again.
Wen Zheng believes that, in a sense, this is an attitude of giving up.
After he came of age, he became much less dependent on his master, and when he returned to Rongcheng, he didn't live with him anymore. He would only visit him briefly at the research institute, fulfilling his duty as an adopted son. Over the years, as his master's views on his romantic relationships became increasingly extreme, Wen Zheng always distanced himself by avoiding the issue.
This led to the conclusion that he no longer understood his master.
This lack of understanding exacerbated the rift between the two, but deep down, Wen Zheng still retained a tiny bit of hope for family affection.
He had to admit that during the time he lost his parents, Xu Ji did indeed fulfill his responsibilities as an adoptive father—patient, accommodating, and with a gentle smile. He would cook delicious meals and celebrate holidays together.
But Wen Zheng could never truly adapt to this kind of life, and he was just as unrestrained and troublesome as he was with his own parents. He carefully maintained this strange family structure.
Is it in vain? He doesn't know.
Wen Zheng's hand lingered on the dial pad for a moment before he got up, went to the cubicle, and locked the door.
In the kittens' bedroom, several cats that weren't feeling well were lazily lying in their beds. They glanced at Wen Zheng a few times, then lowered their heads and continued sleeping.
The moment the call connected, Wen Zheng felt a long-lost sense of tension.
The words stuck in his throat, unable to come out, until Xu Ji asked a third time in confusion, before he finally greeted him: "Master."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a full ten seconds before Xu Ji laughed and said, "Xiao Zheng, what made you think of calling me?"
Wen Zheng's heart sank, and he subconsciously forced a smile: "Ask how you're doing in the Allied Country. Can I come see you?"
"No need, everything is fine on my end." Xu Ji's tone remained gentle.
The hypocritical conversation made Wen Zheng feel nauseous. He covered his mouth to suppress the urge, picked up his phone again, and said, "Xu Ji, why did you suddenly disappear? What are you doing at the new research institute?"
“…………” Xu Ji suddenly smiled: “Xiao Zheng, you’ve really grown up.”
The two were thousands of miles apart, and Xu Ji wouldn't be going back anytime soon, so he spoke frankly.
How did you find out?
“I have my own channels,” Wen Zheng replied.
"Not bad, it seems you haven't been completely bewitched by that monster." Xu Ji's words carried a hint of satisfaction: "You care about my departure and are trying to find me. This thirst for knowledge hasn't been extinguished, so you're still alive, and living a meaningful life. Xiao Zheng, you should leave that strange man quickly; he's not normal."
Wen Zheng closed his eyes briefly: "What do you mean?"
Xu Ji: "He can transform into animals, Xiao Zheng, you should already know that. I've taught you so many good qualities, but you always fall short of them, especially when it comes to finding a partner and getting married. You're so old, and you're still rebellious. It's really unacceptable."
"Even with the advancements in technology, artificial insemination still requires the union of sperm and egg. This demonstrates that following the laws of nature means that men and women should love each other, form families, and reproduce. Anything else is a crooked path that won't last. Your parents had a normal relationship and marriage, so you should understand the beauty of it. Moreover, your excellent genes should be passed down naturally, not through a laboratory."
"Xiao Zheng, your master is doing this for your own good. You should spend more time thinking about what your master said..."
“Xu Ji.” Wen Zheng interrupted him, asking coldly, “I have a question for you, and you will answer truthfully.”
Xu Ji paused for a moment, then resumed his refined and scholarly demeanor.
He said, "Go ahead."
"Thirteen years ago, when I was ten years old, Wutong Garden caught fire. Do you know why?"
There was no answer on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Wen Zheng felt his palms were sweaty.