Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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The next day, as soon as Ji Wenfeng arrived at school, he found Liang Wendao: “Come to the lab with me.”
Liang Wendao, seeing his serious expression, felt a chill run down his spine: “What do you want now?”
Ji Wenfeng: “I have some things I want to ask you.”
Liang Wendao: “What can’t be said here?”
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Ji Wenfeng secretly took out a small sealed bag from his pocket and showed him the “experimental item” inside.
Liang Wendao: “…”
Ji Wenfeng: “Now you should believe me, right?” He really was going to the lab to conduct experiments.
Liang Wendao slowly shook his head.
He felt that Ji Wenfeng was going to kidnap him to a secluded corner and stuff a smelly sock into his mouth.
Helpless, Ji Wenfeng took out his iPad and showed the paper he had written overnight: “I’ve encountered an insurmountable scientific problem, and only you can help me solve it.”
Liang Wendao slowly scrolled through his PDF, becoming more and more astonished: “You…you’re actually researching this topic.”
“That’s right,” Ji Wenfeng said seriously.
Liang Wendao noticed Ji Wenfeng’s expression change: he never expected that the seemingly handsome and unparalleled Class Monitor Ji would secretly be a smelly-footed person.
Ji Wenfeng saw through Liang Wendao’s inner thoughts: “Smelly feet and baldness are two insurmountable mountains for men today. I hope medicine can solve these two male incurable diseases as soon as possible, allowing millions of men suffering from smelly feet and baldness to regain their virility— of course, I myself don’t have these symptoms.”
Liang Wendao, deeply moved, extended his hand: “Instead of applying the spirit of scientific inquiry to high-tech fields, you devote more energy to topics closely related to the public. Class Monitor Ji, you are a scientific fighter with humanistic concern, and I respect you from the bottom of my heart. I’m willing to go to the lab with you— of course, I don’t have smelly feet either.”
Ji Wenfeng gripped his hand tightly: “It’s all for the dignity of men.”
Liang Wendao: “And also for science.”
Yesterday, Class 1 students saw the class monitor and the academic representative throwing punches in the corridor; today, the two of them were clasped together in a gay manner, arm in arm, heading towards the lab.
The class officer circle was indeed full of male-male relationships!
Upon arriving at the lab, the two put on white lab coats.
Liang Wendao: “Tell me, what problem have you encountered?”
Ji Wenfeng: “I hope to find a way to cure foot odor, but I’ve stumbled at the first step: whether it smells or not is a subjective feeling and cannot be quantified.”
Liang Wendao: “First, determine which gas molecule has a special smell, and then weigh the gas.”
Ji Wenfeng: “It is known that athlete’s foot is a mixture of gases produced by fungi on the soles of the feet from the decomposition of sebaceous gland secretions. The main components are ammonia, hydrogen sulfide, methanethiol, and dimethyl sulfide. If we want to test the daily metabolism by gas quality, which one should we choose?”
Liang Wendao chuckled: “Since even if the bacteria on the soles of the feet produce a mixture of gases, the gas ratio will not change significantly. If we select any one gas to track daily, the other gases will theoretically increase or decrease proportionally. From your description, the composition of athlete’s foot is similar to marsh gas. I suggest using ammonia as experimental data.”
Ji Wenfeng: “How do we purify it? How do we measure it?”
Liang Wendao: “Take out the stuff.”
Ji Wenfeng solemnly placed the sealed bag of his smelly socks that he had changed off the day before on the table.
Liang Wendao stared at Ji Wenfeng’s smelly socks for a long time: “First, try collecting the gas using the water displacement method, then react it with copper oxide by heating. The molecular formula is 3CuO + 2NH3 ==heating== 3Cu + 3H2O + N2.”
Ji Wenfeng seriously took out his notebook, listening and taking notes, nodding frequently. After writing down the molecular formula, his eyes lit up: “This way, we can calculate the mass of ammonia that reacted by weighing the copper oxide before and after and thus quantify the odor.”
Liang Wendao: “That’s right. Let’s begin.”
The two began busily assembling the experimental equipment.
Outside, a group of girls clung to the laboratory door, their hearts fluttering.
“Wow, the genius looks so cool doing experiments! His technique with the dropper is so perfect, he could easily get full marks on the science exam…”
“The school heartthrob isn’t bad either. I originally thought he was a good-for-nothing playboy, but he looks so abstinent and sexy in his white lab coat and transparent mask!”
“The friendship between boys is amazing. They were fighting yesterday, and today they’ve made up for academics. Is this what they mean by science without borders?!”
“Looking at them is like seeing my first love…”
“I can say it for the hundredth time!”
….
“Let’s begin.” Liang Wendao took off two transparent biochemical masks and handed one to Ji Wenfeng.
“Okay.” Ji Wenfeng put on the mask, inserted the gas delivery tube into the sealed bag, and squeezed the packaging to inflate the measuring cup.
Just as Ji Wenfeng was busy tackling the technical challenges, an unexpected figure jumped out of the van and stood outside the gate of Chengnan Middle School.
He was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, completely obscuring his face, yet he stood with his hands on his hips and loudly announced, “Ji Wenfeng, I’m here…”
His manager, dressed in a black suit and wearing black sunglasses, suddenly covered his mouth from behind, saying, “Shh! Don’t make a sound! Look, everyone around us is watching us.”
The crowd around them stared at the two of them, some even considering calling the police.
The boy grabbed his hand, his large, beautiful eyes behind his sunglasses glaring at him intently: “They’re looking at me because you’re so weird, you look like a kidnapper!”
“But you really are conspicuous!” The manager covered his mouth again. “Mihuang, you’re a rising star after all. Coming to class without a word like this will cause a sensation. You have to take responsibility for this!”
“I don’t care about that anymore.” Du Mihuang coolly adjusted his sunglasses. “I haven’t seen my boyfriend for over a month, I’m coming to see him.”
Manager: “…He hasn’t even said yes yet.”
Du Mihuang smiled confidently, revealing two cute tiger teeth: “He’ll definitely say yes.”
Manager: “…”
Du Mihuang, a rising star, had held a solo concert in S City a little over a month ago. At that time, the young master of the Ji family and his friends were sitting in the front row. The manager told him to curry favor with the young master and build a good relationship with him, since he had just become the spokesperson for an app under the Ji Group and needed to make money.
However, to everyone’s surprise, the young master of the Ji family was incredibly adorable! Du Mihuang, who was initially just doing his job, fell head over heels for him at first sight. If it weren’t for the obnoxious friend of the young master’s interfering, he would have already gotten the young master’s WeChat account and won him over.
For the past month, Du Mihuang had repeatedly watched his own concert videos, just to see those few seconds when the camera panned across the front row, revealing blurry images of people. Even the blurriness couldn’t hide the young master’s adorable face.
Du Mihuang unilaterally announced that he was in love!
He was going to marry the young master of the Ji family.
Du Mihuang was a very proactive and sunny young man; once he made a decision, he would do it. After working on more than a month’s worth of gigs, Du Mihuang finally had a three-day vacation. Hearing that his alma mater was holding student council elections and that the young master Ji was running for student council president, he rushed over to support him, hoping to take the opportunity to confess his feelings and say goodbye to being single.
Thinking of this, Du Mihuang urged his assistant, “Quick! Get the promotional materials out and put them up at the school!”
Lu Rong was directing the entire team of villains to put up outdoor advertisements.
Yan Gou was in charge of sticking small ads on the dining tables in the cafeteria. Lao Wang was in charge of printing candidate information all over the nearest fish-shaped paper napkins. Li Nanbian assigned the task of distributing flyers to Niu Yanling and others, asking them to stick them on the windows of each classroom. Deng Te was in charge of occupying one toilet after another, writing the candidates’ campaign slogans on the toilet partitions, ensuring that everyone would be brainwashed while using the toilet.
Just as all the villains were out in force, Du Mihuang’s management team entered the campus carrying flowers, a red carpet, banners, helium balloons, and other materials.
They unfurled the red carpet, lining both sides with flower baskets that read: “Congratulations to Young Master Ji Wenfeng on his election as student council president!”
Spider-Man climbed the five-story school building, lowering large banners from both sides: “Young Master Ji is exceptionally talented; voting for him is definitely worthwhile!”
Staff quickly blew up four or five helium balloons on the playground, with banners hanging below: “If you don’t vote, I don’t vote, and my brother will jump off a building tomorrow!”
A group of assistants in black suits set up parasols at the school gate, brought out several tables with triangular nameplates reading “Ji Wenfeng Election Support Team,” and began their on-the-spot promotion.
“Check out Ji Wenfeng!” “Beautiful, kind-hearted, and handsome!” “Attracted by talent, loyal to character!” “Just vote for my brother and you can receive a beautiful gift!”
Li Nanbian leaned closer to the stunned Lu Rong: “Ji Wenfeng is the most awesome.”
Lu Rong looked at the flyer in his hand again: “…”
I admit defeat.
The power of money is truly legendary.
“But it’s good this way,” Lu Rong said reassuredly, “I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about Ji Wenfeng’s election. Let him do what he wants.”
Du Mihuang, completely covered up from head to toe, sneaked past Lu Rong, brushing past him, completely unaware that this was the boy he had been longing for.
Du Mihuang wholeheartedly presented Ji Wenfeng with a grand gift for his student council president campaign, having his assistant decorate the campus with a Ji Wenfeng theme, while he himself sneaked into Class 1 and sat down in his seat. He lurked on the desk, searching around to see which one was his beloved boy.
Classmate A: “Who are you? Why are you sitting in my seat?”
Du Mihuang: “Although I’ve only been here once since the beginning of the semester, this is my seat.”
Classmate A lifted the desk cover.
Du Mihuang glanced at the room, which was filled with pornographic magazines, and grunted, “It is indeed your seat, sorry.”
Student A calmly took his seat.
Du Mihuang stood in the classroom, looking around blankly, unsure of his place.
The whole class stared at him.
Du Mihuang broke out in a sweat: “Uh… did our class change seats?”
Class monitor: “…Who are you?”
Du Mihuang: “Um… I… I can’t say.”
Class monitor: “Then you don’t have a seat.”
Du Mihuang was furious and ripped off his disguise: “This is too much! This is outrageous! I’ve only missed two months of class, and you don’t consider me a classmate anymore?!”
Silence fell over the room.
Finally, a girl spoke up: “You…aren’t you Du Mihuang?”
Everyone looked and it really was him, and instantly the whole class erupted.
Girl A: “Mommy loves you!”
Girl B: “I heard Du Mihuang was our senior, it’s true!”
Girl C: “Ahhhhhh, he’s even more handsome in person than in the videos, Ah Wei is dying…” She then fainted.
The class monitor whispered to his deskmate for a moment, then solemnly told Du Mihuang, “This is Class 1, Grade 9. You should be upstairs.”
Du Mihuang: “…”
Du Mihuang: “Goodbye.”
He was a Grade 10 student, damn it. He’d completely forgotten.
Du Mihuang, a rising star who hadn’t studied in a long time and had been eating and drinking everywhere, went to the wrong classroom on his first day of school. He ended up staying behind and signing 45 names before being allowed back into the Grade 10 Class 1 classroom.
Here, he learned from his experience, found his empty seat, and sat down discreetly, continuing his search for Young Master Ji Wenfeng.
Just then, Ji Wenfeng and Liang Wendao finished their experiment and returned, supporting each other.
Du Mihuang recognized him at a glance: Wasn’t this Young Master Ji’s bad friend?!
Ji Wenfeng felt the piercing gaze, looked up in surprise, and saw the turbaned man sitting in the back row of the classroom.
Ji Wenfeng frowned, “It’s you?! Du Mihuang.”
Du Mihuang, his disguise exposed, threw off his mask and stood up, “Well, it seems the saying ‘enemies meeting are especially hateful’ is true.”
Ji Wenfeng: “What are you doing here?!”
Du Mihuang chuckled, “I’m here to see Ji Wenfeng.”
Ji Wenfeng: “…?”
Ji Wenfeng: “What do you want with Ji Wenfeng?”
“Well, I want to be Ji Wenfeng’s ‘good friend’.” The kind you sleep with. “Help him succeed in his election, become an indispensable part of him.” Du Mihuang said, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile, “You can’t stop me from getting close to him.”
Class 1 couldn’t stand it anymore: “He’s Ji Wenfeng.”
Du Mihuang: “Huh?!”
Du Mihuang looked at Ji Wenfeng, then silently thought of the boy she had bumped into at the concert, then looked at Ji Wenfeng again: “Impossible! The young master of the Ji family is clearly very handsome and cute, not like you!”
“Very handsome and cute?” Ji Wenfeng remembered Lu Rong’s performance at the concert, his face instantly turning cold.
Well, there are always rivals every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual.
“You’re mistaken, there’s no such person. The eldest young master of the Ji family has always only had me.” Ji Wenfeng said coldly.
First and foremost, he didn’t want Du Mihuang to know that Lu Rong was also at school.
“You’re lying to me.” Du Mihuang’s eyes also turned serious. “I can’t be mistaken, the person you were with back then. Your haste to deny it only proves that I’m already very close to him.”
Ji Wenfeng secretly ground his back teeth.
What is this? A battle of wits in love among geniuses?!
“Then if you’re so capable, go find him yourself.” Ji Wenfeng strode to his seat.
Then their eyes met, sparks flying.
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