Chapter 7: I Must Spread My Favor Equally
“I feel like puking…” One person couldn’t take it anymore, jumping up and dashing straight for the bathroom. The remaining three looked utterly sick to their stomachs.
“This asshole is deliberately trying to gross us out!”
They tried typing curses at Rong Ziyin, only to discover he’d disabled their chat privileges.
That meant they couldn’t leave the meeting or even type insults. Unless they shut down their computers, there was no escaping Rong Ziyin’s sabotage.
This was fucking despicable!
The four grew even more furious. Finally, the dorm leader, acting as their boss, declared, “Wait! The pig castration won’t take long. Rong Ziyin has to log out eventually. Once the meeting ends, we’ll confront him face-to-face on QQ!”
“Right! Worst case, we can always call him! Too good grandson*fig coward/ pathetic…”
[Anger Level: 12,000. Frustration Level: 9,000 from the four dorm mates.]
The system couldn’t help but sigh, “Impressive.”
Rong Ziyin chuckled. “Wait until you see something even more impressive.”
He methodically finished up the surgery. Then he washed his hands and sterilized all the instruments.
Throughout this time, Rong Ziyin hadn’t spoken a word, nor had he provoked them.
But the more he stayed silent, the more it gnawed at the dorm mates’ frustration.
Look at the place Rong Ziyin was staying in!
A filthy rural pigsty—no matter how tidy it was, it was still disgusting! Then there was his attire: the uniform white coat issued to all veterinarians at the livestock station, emblazoned across the chest with the ridiculous words “Lizhuang Livestock Station.”
If it weren’t for his good looks, anyone else wearing that uniform and a tattered straw hat would look like a village intellectual trying too hard. Where was the dazzling brilliance of the literary genius they knew in school?
Yet despite his rough circumstances, he still seemed to be thriving better than them, completely at ease, as if being sent down to the countryside were some kind of windfall blessing.They didn’t even get a tan.
The four roommates were utterly helpless against Rong Ziyin, and the more they thought about it, the more frustrated they felt.
[Resentment Level 333]
[Resentment Level 243]
[Resentment Level 223]…
System notifications chimed incessantly. Before Rong Ziyin, it seemed as though four puffed-up, furious pufferfish had materialized.
Watching the dormmates simmer with resentment, he sensed they were on the verge of breaking. Thinking long-term, Rong Ziyin decided to quit while he was ahead—one shouldn’t fleece the sheep bare in a single go.
So he picked up his phone and addressed the dorm mates one last time: “These four years of college—this is my final gift to you. Goodbye, everyone.”
With that, Rong Ziyin swiftly ended the call faster than lightning could cover its eyes. Simultaneously, he left the group chat and blocked every single person in the dorm.
Not just on QQ—phone calls and text messages too.
At the Yanjing Street Food Stall, the four roommates finally saw the meeting exit notification and were itching to curse him out. Almost simultaneously, they opened their private chats with Rong Ziyin and typed out the four characters: “Fuck you, old man.”
But the moment they finished typing, they realized they couldn’t send it.
Sorry, the recipient has blocked your messages.
“Fuck! That bastard blocked me!”
“Damn it, he blocked me too!”
“Me too!”
“Pfft! Call him!” The dorm leader’s rage boiled over, shooting straight to his forehead. He couldn’t contain himself. Finding Rong Ziyin’s number in his contacts, he dialed immediately.
“Beep—beep—” The phone emitted the familiar call-connected tone.
Got through! Wait for him to pick up!
All four in the dorm were holding their breath, ready to unleash a torrent of curses the moment Rong Ziyin answered.
But after six rings, not only did no one pick up, they got a message alert: “Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off.”
What the hell? How could a turned-off phone ring six times? Did he think they were clueless three-year-olds?
No doubt about it—Rong Ziyin had blocked their numbers. Not just calls, but texts too!
This was downright despicable.
“I! @#Z#@#…” The dorm leader who made the first call was so furious he could barely form coherent words.
This round earned Rong Ziyin nearly twenty thousand anger points. Combined with previous incidents, he’d almost accumulated enough for a forty-combo within a single day.
Rong Ziyin: My dormmates truly are true to their nature!
System: Why does this feel off?
Rong Ziyin thought about it too. Something was indeed amiss. There were six people in the dorm, five besides him. Only four had been counted—one rich kid was missing.
They say good brothers share everything. How could one person get all the fun?
Fortunately, Penguin Meeting had screen recording enabled. The entire process of Rong Ziyin neutering the boar had been captured frame by frame during the live stream.
So Rong Ziyin opened his Penguin email, typed in the rich kid’s address, and sent the packaged video over.
He’d always been a decent guy—good fortune deserved to be shared equally.
———–
A high-end Western restaurant in Yanjing.
The rich kid was currently dining with a blind date at an upscale Western restaurant.
With only a year left before graduating college, his major meant he’d never join the family business. At best, his parents might fund a pet hospital for him to run as his own.
As for more than that, if he’d understood finance back then, he wouldn’t have resigned himself to studying veterinary medicine.
In this situation, an ordinary person might just accept it. After all, with money at home and shares to hold, why not just be a spoiled second-generation heir? With an older brother above him, money was no problem and life was easy—what’s not to like?
But this rich kid was incredibly greedy, coveting the lion’s share of the family fortune. Since he couldn’t get it himself, he set his sights on his future wife’s family.
Marrying into a powerful family would naturally secure him a position within the company.
He thought he hid his desires well, unaware that his intentions were as obvious as the sun rising in the east.
Clearly, the girl forced to attend today at her parents’ behest understood this perfectly well.
She carried herself with obvious grace, her gaze confident, revealing inner substance. While seemingly absorbed in savoring the food, she was actually struggling to suppress her impatience with the rich second-generation man before her.
He, in turn, found her off-putting—too haughty, not pliable enough.
But her background was impressive. If he could win her over, it would be a huge asset for his future, so he forced a smile.
Earlier, when Rong Ziyin had the video conference, he hadn’t been included. Plus, his phone was on silent, so he hadn’t noticed what was happening.
Now, as they finished eating and were about to part ways, the girl politely declined the rich kid’s offer to drive her home and instead called her family’s driver.
The rich kid decided to check his phone to see what was up. To his surprise, the dorm group chat—silent for nearly three years—was now flooded with angry messages, seemingly all directed at Rong Ziyin. He looked again and saw the group had gone from six to five members. Rong Ziyin had actually left the group!
What had happened? Curious, the rich kid scrolled back through the chat history to find out. Just then, he received an email from Rong Ziyin.
Rong Ziyin sending him an email?
His confusion deepened. When he opened his QQ Mail, the subject line left him speechless.
“Top Scholar Online: Guiding You on an Exciting Journey into the Mysteries of Biology”
That subject line… it really did spark all sorts of imaginings. Yet Rong Ziyin usually seemed like such a proper person.
Curiosity killed the cat. The rich kid instinctively clicked the video attachment, downloaded it to his phone, and started playing it.
“Today, I’ll explain how to properly castrate an adult male pig…”
Rong Ziyin’s voice came through the video feed, just as the boar’s exceptionally robust testicles delivered a precise blow to the rich kid’s face.
As expected of an ace student from the veterinary department at the agricultural university, Rong Ziyin performed the surgery with crisp precision, showing not a hint of hesitation. But the final scene of him washing his hands—the boar’s blood staining the basin with streaks of crimson—immediately reminded the rich kid of the medium-rare steak he’d been showing off earlier.
It was… a bit nauseating.
Staring at his phone, the rich kid’s head was buzzing.
The unexpected turn of events had him completely dazed. Just then, the girl he was on a blind date with walked over and called out to him.
“Are you done eating? If you are, I think we can leave now.”
“I’m done. Just a moment.” In his panic, the rich kid tried to exit the video, but his phone froze at the worst possible moment. Not only did it fail to close, but it also cranked the volume to maximum.
“That concludes the entire process of neutering a boar,” Rong Ziyin’s voice boomed from the screen.
“…” The rich kid’s face drained of color, utterly speechless.
“You’re quite the eager learner.” The girl was equally awkward. She shot the rich kid a strange look, gave him no chance to explain, and then bid farewell.
But the look she gave him as she left clearly labeled him a lunatic.
The Yanjing social circle was small, and secrets didn’t stay hidden long. The rich kid could already imagine the gossip swirling tomorrow about their blind date.
Watching a pig castration video during a blind date dinner? He’d become the laughingstock of the entire circle.
“Fucking Rong Ziyin!” The rich kid exploded, his first impulse being to find Rong Ziyin on QQ and curse him out.
Only to discover he’d been blocked.
He checked his phone—blocked there too.
Finally, it dawned on him: Fuck it, if those don’t work, there’s always email!
He opened his inbox and selected Rong Ziyin’s address. Afraid he wouldn’t open it, he plastered the subject line with a string of expletives.
After all that effort, the message failed to send.
It was obvious—Rong Ziyin had blocked his email too!
Fuck! The rich kid was so furious he immediately switched to another email. But Rong Ziyin had set his account to block all non-friends, completely impenetrable.
The rich kid felt a surge of rage welling up inside him, desperate to rush to the village and confront Rong Ziyin face-to-face.
【Second rich generation rage +2000】
【Second rich generation rage +2000】
【Second rich generation rage +2000】
Rong Ziyin received three consecutive notifications, clearly indicating the rich kid was on the verge of losing his mind.
Meanwhile, back in the dorm, the other four roommates were also steadily feeding Rong Ziyin dozens or even hundreds of anger points. They were clearly getting angrier by the minute, itching to drag Rong Ziyin out and strangle him.
Yet Rong Ziyin, leisurely watching his gold coins rise, found their fiery, unfiltered “genuine emotions” particularly amusing. He took the opportunity to observe the recently neutered boar.
Earlier, Rong Ziyin had acquired the [Thunderbolt] skill, but his first patient was a large-scale livestock farmer.
While humans were also living beings, it was difficult to observe the effects on them concretely. This boar provided the perfect opportunity.
Rong Ziyin’s technique was solid; the incision was deliberately kept small. Typically, such procedures required a five-centimeter cut, but Rong Ziyin completed the surgery with just a three-centimeter incision.
Now, as the anesthesia wore off, the boar slowly opened its eyes.
Rong Ziyin examined it and was surprised to find the incision not only stopped bleeding but showed signs of healing.
Observing the boar’s condition post-awakening, it appeared energetic and alert. Far from listless, it was restlessly scanning its surroundings, clearly preoccupied with its own “backyard.” It seemed utterly unaware that it was no longer a “real man.”
Rong Ziyin glanced at the bullet chat floating above the boar’s head: Dedicated Sea King, Flirting Online.
After a moment’s thought, he offered a consoling remark: “If it makes you happy…”
Then he gathered his things and prepared to leave.
The large-scale breeder family settled the bill for the boar’s castration and escorted him out. They also gifted him two thousand gratitude points. Combined with the previous contributions from the four dorm mates and the rich kid, it perfectly totaled enough for a fifty-pull.
System: I’ve calculated it—SSR guaranteed.
Rong Ziyin: Fine, fine, fine. I’ll get started as soon as I get back.
The System was brimming with enthusiasm, convinced that even the most unlucky person could definitely get a good drop after fifty pulls. Rong Ziyin was equally excited, even digging out a large bamboo basket that had never been used in the house—clearly having calculated that one basket could hold fifty salted duck eggs.
System: Can’t you have some ambition?
Rong Ziyin: Does getting rich off salted duck eggs count?
Faced with such a host—lacking grand aspirations and possessing an E-grade luck stat—the System was utterly helpless.
And this time, after fifty consecutive rolls, the familiar routine began again on the interface before Rong Ziyin.
Salted duck eggs, salted duck eggs, salted duck eggs…
After a full twenty-three salted duck eggs, a streamlined, pointed object finally appeared.
System: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What is this?!