My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 104 - 93: ’Why Aren’t You Coming for Me Yet?

Chapter 104: Chapter 93: ’Why Aren’t You Coming for Me Yet?

Fang Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. ’Did something happen?’

He flipped over and sat up.

Just then, the door to room 2066 opened, and a waiter came in with a fresh pot of tea.

"Sir, I saw the tea in your room had gone cold, so I brought you a fresh pot," the waiter said with a smile.

"Mm," Fang Zhen relaxed, seeing that nothing major seemed to have happened.

"Where’s the girl who came with me?" he asked.

"Are you referring to your girlfriend, sir? It seems she had something to take care of and left. The technicians saw you were asleep, so they didn’t disturb you. They just covered you with a blanket and clocked out."

The waiter then said with an envious look, "Sir, your girlfriend is gorgeous and has such great class. She’s generous, too. She gave the technicians and me a nice tip."

"A tip?"

Fang Zhen had never tipped for anything like this in the country.

’Maybe Xia Siwei still has that habit.’

Reassured that everything was fine, he took a sip of tea, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

He went to the front desk to return his wristband and pay, only to be told that Xia Siwei had already settled the bill.

"The total was 598 yuan. Your girlfriend has already paid."

Fang Zhen shook his head but didn’t bother explaining that Xia Siwei wasn’t his girlfriend.

He walked to the locker room, changed his shoes, and stepped out of the spa. He then took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent Xia Siwei two messages.

"I just woke up. Did you pay the bill?"

"I feel bad about that. Let me transfer the money to you on WeChat."

Xia Siwei replied immediately.

"No, no, it’s not necessary. It was just a few hundred yuan, no need to transfer it."

"I should be thanking you for helping me explore more of the city. Otherwise, I don’t know when I would’ve worked up the courage to go to a spa by myself."

"I’m also a little sorry. My family called me home for dinner just now. I saw you were asleep, so I left first. Apologies for leaving without saying goodbye."

Fang Zhen quickly typed a reply on WeChat.

"Alright, I won’t argue then. I’ll treat you to dinner next time we get a chance."

"Later, I’ll touch up your photos with AI and send them to you with some caption ideas," he messaged.

"Okay, okay! The pictures you took are really nice. I can use one as my profile picture," Xia Siwei replied. "Let me treat you to dinner next time. If I’d hired a photographer, it would’ve been about the same quality but cost at least two thousand yuan. Your photos are even better, and it saved me a lot of money."

Fang Zhen couldn’t help but chuckle when he read that.

’It feels like Xia Siwei has some misunderstanding about the prices in Xiahai. A photoshoot wouldn’t cost that much, would it? Did she really intend to hire a professional photographer?’

"Alright, let’s set something up when we’re free," Fang Zhen replied.

"OKK."

Putting his phone away, Fang Zhen felt both his body and Spirit relax. He was readjusting to the rhythm of city life, the tension in him easing considerably.

"Heh, alternating between tension and relaxation... the way of the scholar and the warrior," he mused with a smile, then started looking for a place to eat on the street.

...

「The next day.」

Fang Zhen woke up naturally, a little after seven in the morning.

After he had gotten ready and eaten breakfast, a friend messaged him on WeChat, asking to meet at a nearby Starbucks.

’Wouldn’t Luckin Coffee work too? It’s cheaper,’ he thought, shaking his head. He packed his things, put a piece of Cinnabar Ore into a backpack he slung over his shoulder, and headed out.

He didn’t even take a taxi, just walked for a bit until he reached a Wuyue Square. There was a Starbucks in a ground-floor storefront just a short walk from there.

When Fang Zhen went inside, it wasn’t very crowded, likely because it was a weekday morning, just after nine.

"Brother Zhen, over here!" Inside the Starbucks, a stout man around Fang Zhen’s age, with fair skin and a surprisingly agile and athletic build for his size, waved his arm to greet him.

Fang Zhen walked over.

He sat down in the booth, facing a rather tall, heavyset man wearing a large white Uniqlo T-shirt and sports shorts. His whole vibe was relaxed and casual, and he wore the kind of friendly smile that suggested he was good at making money. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This tall, agile man was Wang Donglai, one of Fang Zhen’s childhood friends. They had been in the same kindergarten class, went to the same elementary school, were classmates in middle school, and attended the same high school. On top of that, their universities had been right next to each other.

With so much shared history, as long as there were no major falling-outs, their bond had grown quite deep.

Wang Donglai was actually a second-generation rich kid, but he was always exceptionally respectful to Fang Zhen, always calling him Brother Zhen. Whenever he ran into real trouble, he had a habit of seeking out Fang Zhen to talk things over and get advice, relying on him as a pillar of support.

This brought to mind the high school Fang Zhen had attended.

It was one of the top one or two middle schools in Xiahai, and it was also a very strange—or you could say, bizarre—school.

Its strangeness wasn’t about its college acceptance rate. In fact, its acceptance rate was incredibly high. Every year, three or four students got into Qingbei, and even more were accepted into other top-tier universities like Renmin, Fudan, and Jiao Tong.

The strange, or bizarre, thing about this school was that while it was an excellent school with a high acceptance rate, it was also a place where bullying was rampant—a truly cruel school.

In the years Fang Zhen attended, the scenes he witnessed were shocking.

At the time, many of his classmates’ faces turned white with fear; they had never seen anything so outrageous.

But not Fang Zhen.

He wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, he was furious.

Fang Zhen thought it was so damn insulting.

Everyone else was just a bystander, watching the spectacle.

Back then, a thought naturally formed in Fang Zhen’s mind.

’If anyone dares to bully me, I’ll take them on. I don’t care who they are or how many of them there are.’

That was his mindset.

He carried this thought with him into his second year of high school, secretly bringing an expandable baton with him every day, ready for a fight at any moment.

But strangely, nothing ever happened to Fang Zhen himself.

He was never bullied, not even verbally provoked.

It even reached the point where he started to wonder if he was imagining things. And for some reason, during those high school years, every few days, students from other classes or other grades would want to get to know him. They were always polite, would exchange a few words when they met on campus, and would even play basketball or hang out together. This included both boys and girls.

Fang Zhen’s wish never came true.

When senior year arrived, the academic atmosphere suddenly grew tense. Some students were terrified, praying they wouldn’t get bullied at such a critical time. Others saw a glimmer of hope, thinking they only had to endure one more year before graduating from this cruel school.

Fang Zhen’s thoughts were different. He was a bit puzzled, and also a bit anxious.

He was anxious. ’Why haven’t the school bullies come for me yet?’

’I’ve been ready for so long, prepared to strike back at any moment. Why aren’t you coming for me?’

’I can’t be the one to start it, can I? That would be causing trouble, and I don’t want to cause trouble for my family. But if I’m defending myself, I’ll be in the right. So I can’t make the first move.’

With this sense of confusion and impatience, Fang Zhen smoothly passed his senior year and went on to college.

In the end, his wish was never fulfilled.

Later, when he was a bit older and had calmed down, he finally figured out what had happened after talking with some old high school classmates.

It wasn’t his imagination. Fang Zhen simply looked tough. The way he carried himself in his daily interactions gave people the impression that he was not to be trifled with, that he was even a bit of a hard case.

He would glare back if you just looked at him, making him seem incredibly hard to bully.

In reality, there were people who didn’t like him. But seeing how full of Spirit he was and how good he was at sports—often taking first place in the 100-meter dash and high jump—they had second thoughts and didn’t dare to make a move.

Later, many people wanted to get to know Fang Zhen, partly because they thought he was formidable and that hanging out with him would keep them from being bullied. As he got to know more and more people, and his circle grew quite large, the school bullies became even more hesitant to act.

You can’t hide the look in your eyes when you want to take someone down. Those bullies eventually sensed it—Fang Zhen wanted to fight them, but they felt they couldn’t win. A little afraid, they started avoiding him.

Wang Donglai was one of the people who got very close to Fang Zhen during that time.

That was a period of glory for Fang Zhen, and it left an extremely deep impression on Wang Donglai.

Even as an adult, Wang Donglai still placed great importance on Fang Zhen’s opinion.

Fang Zhen sat down and said, "Haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been off making a fortune?"

"Making a fortune? I’ve been busy trying to stop my dad from losing one," Wang Donglai sighed. "My dad invested in a large guesthouse in Qionghai. He spent seven million yuan, and the annual return is only a little over four hundred thousand."

"I tried to convince him not to make any risky moves since the economy has been bad these past few years, but he wouldn’t listen. He was dead set on investing."

"I’m exhausted."

Fang Zhen chuckled. "The wealthy seek stability. At least it’s better than a fixed deposit."

Wang Donglai was a second-generation rich kid, not super-rich, but his father was likely worth several tens of millions.

"Ah, let’s not talk about that," Wang Donglai said, shaking his head and changing the subject. "Brother Zhen, you’re back from the dead? We haven’t been in touch for a long time. Did you need me for something?"

"Yeah," Fang Zhen nodded. "Are you still in the beaded bracelet business?"

"You mentioned last time that Cinnabar Ore bracelets are valuable, and so is the raw material."

"I wanted to ask, how much is Cinnabar Ore per gram right now?"