After the esteemed Dean Yan âdiedâ, the major media outlets blew up, practically roping everyone in for a month-long memorial service in spirit. Anyone who hadnât heard of him before that was sure to have by the time they were through.
Now, this dean had come back to life without any warning whatsoever. And the pressâŠ
They didnât just blow up, not this time. They went completely batshit crazy.
After all, everyone dies eventually. But not many could goddamn rise from the dead.
The first to lose their mind was the reporter Bens from Honeycomb Media.
When the article he wrote went live, the attention skyrocketed to fever pitch. The author himself, Bens, was still shaken with thoughts of âWhere did I go! Who did I see! What the hell did I say!â, and his boss was on cloud nine.
He pushed Bens to contact Yan Suizhi with great zeal, expressing his excitement and gratitude in a volume that could be heard halfway across the mountain. âDid you know, Dean Yan! Weâve never ever seen so much traffic on our website since our founding!! Hahahahahahaââ
Yan Suizhi had just returned to the city garden.
He was trying to change out of his shoes at the door, only to be cursed with a headache from the booming voice. He took off the earpiece and set it on the stand next to him, not listening to a word of the gibberish that followed.
He took his time putting on his slippers, took off his coat, hung it on a clothes rack, then unfastened the buttons on his shirt cuffs, folding them twice. Figuring it was time for the other man to catch his breath, he wore the earpiece again and said politely, âI hear you. Congratulations.â
Next to him, Gu Yan turned a wooden face over when he heard this lie.
Yan Suizhi was positively tickled by his âI see the nonsense youâre spoutingâ look, a smile spreading at the corners of his lips.
With that smile, he told Honeycomb Mediaâs boss, âIf thatâs the case, then I advise you to employ a few more technicians on standby for emergencies.â
He wasnât someone who liked to exert himself when speaking. Moreover, he was still recovering from serious illness, so his voice was mild, not loud enough.
Or maybe the boss of Honeycomb Media was high as a kite and didnât catch him at all. He went âuh-huh, uh-huhâ before dissolving into laughter again, saying, âItâs really big news! No! More than big! Itâs going to blow up!â
Yan Suizhi, shaken by his booming voice again, finally couldnât restrain himself, saying politely, ââŠâŠâŠâŠLet it blow up, then.â
Not long after the call, Honeycomb Media literally blew up.
Blew up because of the crowd squeezing into the bandwidth.
The second one to go mad was Bens himself.
Since Honeycomb Mediaâs server crashed, people who wanted to find out more started to badger him for information. Colleagues, friends, family, as well as strangers that he didnât even know, which made him deeply regret having left his contact number online.
He didnât last long before sending weepy-faces over text to the esteemed dean.
[My smart device has been vibrating like a massage bracelet for two whole hours. Two hours. Non-stop.] and [I was wrong. I should never have doubted your ability to break the news. Iâve never seen such craziness in my entire life.]
After forever, the other party replied:
[Youâre welcome. Iâll remember to collect the two heads on a pike that you and your little disciple owe me.]
Weâre sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so weâre going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Bens couldnât hold it in: [How are you so calm? Shouldnât you be the person receiving the brunt of the harassment?]
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âIs the news accurate? Are you certain thatâs all that has been mentioned?â he asked with a frown.
âJust that. The reporter isnât anyone famous, so I reckon itâs his first time facing such a scene. Iâve had a few people discreetly ask questions. He didnât mention any of it, not the law firm nor the Man⊠big bosses. Not only did he not talk about it, the reporter was lost. He didnât see any connection to these affairs.â
Mr Gao touched his chin in thought. âIf the reporter doesnât have skill in acting, then he might really not know.â
âWhat acting skills would a reporter have to speak of. Besides, I checked. That guy is a very brusque guy. If he sucks up it would come off patronising instead, itâs all written on his face.â
Mr Gao nodded slowly, tapping his fingers on the table. ââŠIf the not-dead guy really uncovered anything and wanted to blow it up big, he would have immediately alerted the press. After all, the media attention is always highest at the outset. One would throw down a bait first to invite scrutiny, then strike while the iron is hot.â
âYeah, exactly. Since he isnât saying anything, can we presume that heâs still in the dark? Or maybe he doesnât know enoughâat least, that he hasnât worked out about us and the big bosses?â
âItâs hard to say. Letâs wait and see what happens first in the next two days.â
âWait and see? Are you not going to deal with it? What if the dean doesnât just sit back but does a little something?â
âWhat can he do? Youâd draw attention to yourself if you jump out now. Donât be rash. As for the dean⊠he wouldnât be able to concern himself with much else for the next two days. Everyone has eyes on him. That keeps him safe, yes, but it also stops him from doing anything. Besides⊠right now, he should be getting harassed so badly that Iâm sure his smart device has frozen. His hand is probably dropping off from all the communication requests he is receiving.â
âHahahaha, thatâs for sure!â
These people were in the mindset of watching a good show, waiting for Yan Suizhi to go crazy with the bombardment.
However, in the villa where the storm should have struck the hardest, Yan Suizhi was currently lounging on the sofa, messaging Bens: [Thank you for the concern, but I donât have such troubles.]
[ Bens : What?!! How can that be??! Iâm already receiving this level of harassment, so how can you be fine??! Your contact details are listed on Maze University website!]
[ Yan Suizhi : Oh.]
[ Yan Suizhi : But what Iâm using now is my internship contact number.]
Bens, ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâ
Before the reporter could catch a break, Yan Suizhi sent him another message: [Right. How long is your respectable website going to take a time-out for?]
Bens, ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâ
Such words could anger his boss to an early grave.
He gave it a thought before replying: [Tech is on it. It should be up soon.]
[ Yan Suizhi : When it is up and running again, please help me put out another article. Highlight that I am not yet legally reinstated and am still affiliated with Southcross Law Firm.]
[ Bens : Why do you want to highlight this?]
When Yan Suizhi received this message, he extended his palm to Gu Yan. âOâ distinguished lawyer, let me requisition your smart device.â
âWhat are you planning to do?â Knowing him well, Gu Yan asked with raised brows.
But no matter, he still slid his smart device off his little finger, placing it on Yan Suizhiâs palm.
âItâs nothing much, Just giving some people things to be busy with.â Yan Suizhi worked his smart device with nonchalant ease. âCome here, let me requisition your finger.â
Gu Yan, about to go pour some coffee, sat next to him when he heard this, resting one hand on the sofa behind him while dutifully offering him his hand.
Yan Suizhi tapped the fingerprint authentication interface against his finger.
Beep, it was unlocked.
âYour eye, as well.â He waved the interface that required iris authentication before Gu Yanâs face.
Beep, it was further unlocked.
These successive beeps scratched at Lawyer Guâs heart. Or maybe it was piqued by a certain deanâs little antics, natural as can be.
He watched Yan Suizhiâs fingers briskly change the call and message settings, lifted his chin with a finger, and leaned down to kiss him.
Yan Suizhiâs fingers hovered as he responded to the kiss, then patted his cheek. âYour teacher is doing serious business, donât make trouble.â
At this, Gu Yan softly ran a finger over his lips, and then kissed him a little more.
Yan Suizhi had set Gu Yanâs smart device to automatically screen all communications except for a few important people. He didnât stop at just that; he also added an automatic reply.
So, anyone who tried to contact Yan Suizhi would receive these two responses.
Reaching âDean Yanâ would prompt:Â This number has been cancelled.
After coming around and attempting to reach Gu Yan instead, their communication requests would be rejected, and they would receive the automatic message:Â Sorry, I am busy at the moment. If itâs a work-related matter, please contact Southcross Law Firm.
While fretting over the lack of means to get in touch, they would see a new article on Honeycomb Media and suddenly remember that Yan Suizhi was working at Southcross Law Firm now.
In any case, the end result was that the people at the eye of the storm would be gladly left in peace.
And Southcross was the one that would end up on its knees, crying.
Mr Gao and a host of partners associated with the Mansons almost collapsed, caught completely unawares by the deluge of calls and emails.
Miss Fitz roasted manically, âI strongly suspect that every human being on the alliance has added Southcross to their contact list.â
Gu Yan, as Yan Suizhiâs co-conspirator by default, expressed the concern of a friend to Fitz, âAre you in office? How many calls have you received today?â
Miss Fitz said, âNo, I called in sick today. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.â
Though they eliminated avenues for harassment, Yan Suizhiâs smart device was not undisturbed.
Bensâ article went up in the morning, and around midday his smart device started to see frequent quakes.
The vibrations were notifications from a group chat called âSouthcross Interns Gossip Squadâ with Luke and the others. Given that Yan Suizhi ghosted the group 99% of the time, it created an illusion that he wasnât in the group at all.
And so during lunch break, the interns who had been holding it in all morning acted like they had sniffed dope, going high on line.
An assortment of kowtowing sticker emotes and hundreds of exclamation marks spammed the screen.
The moment Yan Suizhi opened the chat, this mayhem was slung into his face, furthermore, he could vaguely glimpse god knows how many âRuan Yeâ and âthe deanâ mixed within.
He pulled the screen away from him, letting his eyes rest for a moment, then on an impulse, cut in:
[Ladies, gentlemen. Have you forgotten that Iâm still in the group?]
This one sentence successfully silenced all the little fools, as if someone hit the âpauseâ button on this group chat, freezing instantaneously.
Having watched the whole process from the byline, Gu Yan, in good conscience, took away the dean who was enacting a ghost story, keeping his smart device and temporarily clearing a way out for these little fools.
The whole alliance seethed with excitement for the most part of the day. In the afternoon, someone else hopped onto the bandwagon, coming out to impart their wisdom.
They questioned the authenticity of Yan Suizhiâs identity. After all, nowadays, with advancements in genetic technology, it was within the realm of possibility to âreviveâ someone appearance-wise. Various tabloids even speculated making the perfect get-away from a crime with this technology.
In short, someone nitpicked the veracity of the news from tip to toe, then concluded by bluntly branding Yan Suizhi as a copycat.
Yan Suizhi commended the article after seeing it. âThatâs quite inventive.â
Then, he leisurely got ready to leave the house.
The first place that he was going to visit was the Probate Office.