Chapter 15 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Stalked

 

 

The subway station was just around the corner. The food stalls were gone, replaced by vendors selling umbrellas.

 

"How are you getting home after the subway?" Zong Que asked.

 

Lin Heng also spotted the umbrella vendor and replied, "It's pretty close to my house from the station. I'll just have the driver pick me up there. Umbrellas are always pricey on rainy days like this."

 

"Let's go." Zong Que stepped into the station and folded up his umbrella.

 

They were heading in different directions. Lin Heng took off the jacket and said, "Thanks for the coat. Make sure to wear it properly when you get back. Don't let your grandma worry."

 

He wouldn't be cold on the train, and once he got off, the car would be waiting. Zong Que, on the other hand, supposedly lived far away.

 

"Mm. See you," Zong Que said, taking the jacket without hesitation before turning to leave.

 

Lin Heng watched him go, then called out with a laugh, "Don't forget to finish your homework!"

 

"Mm." The boy lifted a hand to show he'd heard him.

 

"See you Monday," Lin Heng murmured to himself and stepped onto the escalator for his line.

 

...

 

"Hai-ge, I've got him. Looks like he's Liao Yan's classmate—goes by Lin Heng. He's the one who called security at the front desk that day," a stocky, dark-skinned man whispered into the phone from the emergency stairwell.

 

"A student? Fucking busybody," Brother Hai spat, yanking the cigarette from his lips. "Leave student matters to other students. Find some punks near First High, rough him up a little—give the kid something to remember."

 

"Got it. I'll handle it. Damn kids in their ivory towers think they can meddle in anything. If he gets beaten up, it's his own fault," the man chuckled. "What about the Liao family's compensation money?"

 

"Didn't they say she's about to be discharged? Go to her place then. If she can't cough it up, let her go lie down at the factory gates. Her husband borrowed the money—let her suffer for it."

 

"Right, right…"

 

On Sunday afternoon, the school campus was lively as always. The gates stood wide open, students and families coming and going.

 

"Pretty sure his name's Lin Heng. Class 6, first year," one boy said.

 

They were young, and despite their dyed hair, they didn't look much different from the students around them.

 

"Isn't that guy in Class 6 too?" another asked.

 

A boy with bleached-blond hair sneered. "So what if he says he's quitting? Doesn't mean I'm scared of him. Lin Heng… the name sounds familiar."

 

"Hiss… he's First High's top student," one of them muttered, swallowing nervously. "His parents run a business, but I think someone in his family's a government official."

 

The group huddled under a tree all frowned at once. At most, they'd steal some pocket money—but mess with someone who's got an official in their family? That's like marching yourself straight into a police station. And jail time? That wasn't a joke.

 

"So… we still doing this?" one of them asked. "We already took the job."

 

"We'll tail him for a couple of days first," Blondie said, kicking the tree trunk. "Goddamn, this is such a pain in the ass."

 

"Hey! You boys—what class are you from? No smoking on school grounds!" A security guard's shout rang out from the distance, baton in hand.

 

The group scrambled to snuff out their cigarettes and bolted toward the main gate.

 

"Stop right there! And don't leave your cigarette butts lying around!" the guard barked, gripping his baton tighter as he picked up speed.

 

The boys didn't even look back as they fled.

 

"What kind of messed-up school is this? Getting chased down just for a smoke?" one of them wheezed as they finally stopped to catch their breath.

 

"Who knows. Let's go before the gates close and we're stuck inside," Blondie grumbled, baring his teeth in frustration.

 

They made their way back toward the entrance. Twilight had begun to deepen, and while more students had gathered inside the classrooms, the flow of people outside the school was thinning. It should've been a quiet moment—but the sight of a boy stepping through the gates, his backpack slung casually over one shoulder, made them all freeze in place.

 

It had only been a few months, but he'd grown taller again. He wore simple long pants and a short-sleeved shirt—too warm for the weather—but on him, there was an unmistakable chill that clung to his presence.

 

Their eyes met. Zong Que stopped walking and said plainly, "Looking for me?"

 

Just the sight of him brought back that breathless, suffocating moment for Blondie. A chill ran down his spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat. "What, we can't be here if we're not looking for you?"

 

The air tensed. Zong Que stepped aside and turned to walk away. "Suit yourself."

 

First High's campus had solid security. Surveillance covered almost every corner, and guards carried batons—not often used, but intimidating enough.

 

The moment Zong Que walked off, the others let out a breath of relief. Blondie's face twisted in embarrassment. "Damn it… are we really scared of just one guy?"

 

"He goes all out when he fights," one of them muttered.

 

"Let's just go," Blondie snapped.

 

When Zong Que arrived at the classroom, it was its usual chaotic self. No one even paused when he stepped in. By the window, someone was already waving at him.

 

"Lin Heng always spots him first," Wang Yang said as Zong Que took his seat. "I didn't even notice he'd come in."

 

"That's because you don't have eyes in the back of your head," Lin Heng replied, fingers lightly tapping his desk as he looked at Wang Yang sprawled across his books.

 

"You're late today, Que-ge. Burning the midnight oil with homework at home?" Wang Yang grinned.

 

"Ran into something, got delayed," Zong Que said, pulling out his assignments. "You rushing to finish yours?"

 

Wang Yang's mouth twitched. He widened his eyes dramatically, clapping a hand on Zong Que's shoulder. "Que-ge, you're like the tapeworm in my gut—you just know! We really are kindred spirits!"

 

Lin Heng's hands paused mid-sort as Zong Que brushed off Wang Yang's hand and said calmly, "You flatter me. But you're the only worm here."

 

"What I meant was—" Wang Yang began.

 

"Almost done collecting?" Zong Que interrupted, looking at the pile of assignments in front of Lin Heng.

 

"Mm. Just need to collect the English ones now. It's almost class time, so I'll take them over," Lin Heng said, standing up.

 

A few last-minute submissions were handed in. Zong Que picked up a stack to help carry. "I'll help you take them over."

 

"Mm." Lin Heng smiled and lifted the other stack.

 

The two walked out of the classroom one after the other. Wang Yang muttered the words stuck in his throat: "...Kindred spirits, huh."

 

Kindred spirits, my ass. Que-ge only had that with Lin Heng.

 

"Who're you kindred spirits with?" his desk mate looked up and asked.

 

"You, of course!" Wang Yang grinned.

 

"Ugh..."

 

"Fine, I guess the spark's gone..."

 

Campus life went on without too many twists or turns. One class bled into the next, bells ringing in seamless rhythm until night finally fell, and the stars shimmered like spilled glitter overhead.

 

Zong Que headed to the dorms. Lin Heng, as usual, left campus. Though he was one of the last to leave, there were still a few students lingering at the school gate. However, under the guards' urging, most didn't dawdle. By the time Lin Heng reached the base of his apartment building, the school gate was nearly empty.

 

The academic buildings were dark, and even the light from the dorms was mostly blocked by the surrounding structures. Maybe it was the stillness of the night, but when Lin Heng opened the building door, he heard faint footsteps—soles brushing over gravel.

 

He instinctively turned to look. Two shadows quickly ducked into the gaps between the building's walls.

 

Stalkers?

 

Lin Heng entered and shut the door behind him, not rushing upstairs. Instead, he pressed close to the entrance, listening carefully.

 

"This is the building..."

 

"...He's a day student..."

 

"...Lives close, too..."

 

The words weren't very clear, but Lin Heng confirmed one thing: he was being followed. Whether it was for money or something else, they posed a threat to his safety.

 

The sound of police sirens cutting through the late-night silence made many students speculate about what might have happened outside. But after a good night's sleep, the incident was quickly forgotten by most—except for Zong Que, who received word of the real reason behind it.

 

Zheng Jiang: That little friend of yours is sharp—real sharp. Realized someone was tailing him and called the police right away. If I hadn't gotten out quick, I might've been called in too.

 

Zong Que frowned slightly. He stepped out onto the balcony and dialed.

 

"Is he alright?" he asked.

 

Zheng Jiang answered in a low voice, "Mm, he's fine. Don't worry. Looked like those thugs just wanted to shake him down for some cash, maybe teach him a lesson. They were talking about how his family has someone in the government, so they didn't dare make a move. Idiots. Extortion and robbery are both crimes. They're in for it now."

 

Thugs.

 

Zong Que thought back to the group he'd seen at the school gate earlier. Turns out they hadn't come for him—they'd come for Lin Heng.

 

"Thanks. Send the rest over in text."

 

A lesson? With Lin Heng's temperament, it was hard to imagine him offending anyone. He had only shown signs of being unsettled last Friday, the day he'd gone to visit Liao Yan. Perhaps he had encountered someone then, though likely without direct conflict.

 

Zong Que ended the call and sent a message: Can you find out who sent them?

 

Zheng Jiang: I'll look into it. Give me two days, tops.

 

Morning reading carried on as usual, the hum of recitations filling the air. Aside from a hint of fatigue, Lin Heng showed no unusual signs.

 

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Zong Que asked as they left the classroom after morning study period.

 

"Mm, went to bed late." Lin Heng yawned. The police had taken a while to arrive and gather evidence.

 

He had assumed that being a boy living alone would spare him trouble—but it seemed even that wasn't enough. After checking all the doors and windows, he had spent a long time installing new locks and anti-theft devices.

 

"You alright?" Zong Que asked again.

 

"Mm. I'll nap on my desk a bit. Can you get me breakfast?" Lin Heng said.

 

"Sure." Zong Que rose. "What do you want?"

 

"Pumpkin millet porridge, a green pepper and pork bun, and one of those little cakes from West Window." Lin Heng listed off the items with a smile and handed over his meal card. "Thanks."

 

"Mm." Zong Que took the card and left the classroom.

 

Lin Heng rested his chin on the desk, watching him leave. Then he turned his head to the side, yawned again, and shut his eyes.

 

He sank quickly into sleep, but it felt like no time at all had passed before someone gently nudged his arm. A voice followed softly:

 

"Lin Heng… Lin Heng."

 

"Just a sec…" he mumbled, reluctant to wake. But then he felt a warm hand press lightly against his forehead.

 

The palm was warm. The voice, cool and quiet: "No fever. Get up and eat—class starts in five minutes."

 

The sudden touch sent a jolt through Lin Heng's chest. His heart skipped twice before he fully awoke. Meeting the other's gaze, he felt the flush creeping up his face. He sat bolt upright. "Where's the food?"

 

Zong Que placed the porridge and buns in front of him. Looking at Lin Heng's still-reddened cheeks from sleep, he said, "Next time you sleep, remember to cover up."

 

"Oh… okay." Lin Heng responded automatically.

 

Something's… not quite right.

 

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