Straight Corporate Slave Accidentally Stumbles into the School's F4 - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Famous from a Young Age, a Teenage Genius of the Sports World.

Ferrio withdrew his gaze and irritably ran a hand through his golden hair, feeling a stifling heat rising in his body. “Not showering.”

“Alright then.”

Qiao Nai remembered Yun Cheng telling him that Ferrio was a germaphobe, so he assumed he found the water here dirty and didn’t say anything further.

“Are you going back with Yun Cheng and the others later?” Qiao Nai stood up and was about to start taking off his pants.

“Yes.” Ferrio froze for a split second, then grabbed the air conditioning remote to lower the temperature.

“Then wait for me a moment, I’ll be finished washing very soon.” Qiao Nai unzipped his pants and, with a kick and a tug, pulled them off, leaving only his underwear.

Qiao Nai paused his hands for a second, remembering that Ferrio was still there. He personally didn’t mind; as a Northerner, he often went to public bathhouses where everyone around him was a man. Stripping in front of them was nothing; no one cared, and if they did, they wouldn’t go to a public bathhouse.

However, he didn’t know if this young master Ferrio would mind…

Qiao Nai’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper. “Lio?”

Not only had Ferrio not finished buttoning his shirt, but he had actually unbuttoned the ones he had done up before Qiao Nai entered.

Qiao Nai originally wanted to ask if he minded him taking off his underwear here, but the words got stuck in his throat. Forget it, better to take them off after going inside.

Qiao Nai didn’t say anything else, picked up his towel, and headed toward the bathroom.

Once Qiao Nai was in the shower, Ferrio splashed his face several times with cold water. It had little effect; his body still refused to listen to him, feeling as if it were about to explode.

He took out a cigarette something he hadn’t smoked in a long time and went to the outdoor smoking room to have one. With great difficulty, he managed to “soften” a bit, but as soon as he thought of Qiao Nai’s palm-wide fair waist, a certain area began to ache dully again.

Unfortunately, that image remained fixed in his mind, refusing to fade.

Yun Cheng and Kablai had temporary business and couldn’t head back first. The studio where Qiao An lived was not in the same direction as Ferrio’s apartment. He suggested taking the bus back himself, but Yun Cheng rejected the idea and handed him over to Ferrio before leaving.

Looking at the man in front of him and the empty car, Qiao Nai pursed his lips. “How about…”

“Get in.”

Qiao Nai’s polite refusal was cut short before he could even voice it.

As soon as Ferrio finished speaking, he turned and got into the back seat.

Qiao Nai followed behind him and sat down, eventually taking Ferrio’s car back to his studio.

Ferrio seemed to be in a hurry; he took several calls along the way, and the car was driven quite fast.

Having followed Ferrio for many years, the driver knew he was a germaphobe. When they got into the car, the driver had proactively given Qiao Nai a coat to wear first.

After walking a few steps from the car, Qiao Nai realized he had forgotten to return the coat; it was still on him. He turned around to go back, but the car had already vanished without a trace.

It seemed he really was in a rush.

I’ll have to send it back. What a hassle.

Helpless, Qiao Nai had no choice but to wear the black coat back home.

Qiao Nai still had memories of where Qiao An lived. He stayed on the top floor of what was the cheapest apartment in the area. There was no elevator, only stairs.

Matching the background description in the book, the exterior walls of Qiao An’s rented studio were dilapidated and the decor was simple. The bedroom faced the bathroom directly, and there wasn’t even a place to do laundry.

Naturally, there was no washing machine.

This wasn’t a dormitory, so there was no communal laundry room. The nearest dry cleaner was a thirty-minute bus ride away.

Meaning that in this cold weather, Qiao Nai would need to hand-wash this overcoat.

Forget it.

Not washing it.

Ferrio’s family was so rich; a mere overcoat surely wouldn’t be worth much to him.

Thinking this, Qiao Nai felt much more at ease. He tossed the clothes aside and turned to tend to other matters.

Speaking of “other matters,” Qiao Nai didn’t know if Qiao An had left him any important tasks. He could only figure things out himself. He inspected every nook and cranny of the house and the area within a three-kilometer radius. Finally, he took out a laptop with an outdated model. After a difficult struggle to turn it on, he found it was locked with a password.

Qiao Nai sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the screen as his brain worked at high speed.

What exactly was the password?

A birthday?

Whose birthday?

Qiao An’s?

But Qiao Nai had just entered the birthday from the student ID card, and it showed an error.

If it wasn’t his own, then it should be a family member’s? But Qiao An had grown up with his uncle, who treated him poorly and squeezed him for his scholarship money; it couldn’t be his.

Then it was either someone else’s birthday, or it wasn’t a birthday at all.

Qiao An’s phone didn’t have a password or fingerprint lock, and there weren’t many apps. Qiao Nai had flipped through it back and forth but couldn’t find any useful information.

But this laptop was different.

Although the model was outdated and the screen was severely damaged, Qiao An had protected it very well. Qiao Nai had found it in a bedroom cabinet, and when he found it, it was covered in a protective sleeve. Combined with the difficult password, Qiao Nai couldn’t help but wonder if there were important things written inside.

After all, something must have happened to Qiao An, otherwise Qiao Nai wouldn’t have transmigrated into his body for no reason.

Therefore, he now had a mission.

That was to open this laptop, see what Qiao An had experienced during this time, and…

How his progress with the original uke was going!

This was the most critical thing.

Since he couldn’t open it with a password, he had to switch to another method.

Force it open.

When he was a corporate slave, he always encountered various problems either the computer would suddenly freeze, or he’d accidentally spill water on the keyboard and fry the motherboard, or the roof would leak. It always failed at the critical moment. After so many years, Qiao Nai had grown used to it and had even developed some skills.

Not remembering a lock screen password wasn’t a difficult task for him; it happened to save him the money he would have spent at a repair shop.

“Sorry, brother, I’m not intentionally trying to look at your privacy,” Qiao Nai bowed twice toward the computer. “I just want to know what you’ve been through and, by the way, help you pursue your love.”

He probably won’t blame me, right?

I’m a good person, a good person helping you pull the red strings of fate.

So, the “good person” long-pressed Shift to restart, selected the Command Prompt, and entered the instructions.

The set of actions was smooth as flowing water without a single hitch. He slammed his hand on the floor.

Mission accomplished!

The computer opened, but the page hadn’t fully loaded yet. While Qiao Nai was stretching, his phone chimed with a message notification.

Qiao Nai picked up his phone and found it was a push notification from the school’s public account. The headline featured three large characters: “Ferrio.”

Having been here for a few days, Qiao Nai hadn’t seen what Ferrio looked like. Thinking of the long passages describing him in the book, Qiao Nai felt a surge of interest. He opened the official school website and typed in the name.

Immediately, the phone lagged for a moment. The blankness lasted only an instant before the screen was filled with posts related to Ferrio.

Qiao Nai had expected Ferrio to be famous, but he hadn’t expected him to be this famous. He couldn’t even finish scrolling through the dozens of pages of posts related to him.

Qiao Nai frowned and scrolled down several times, but he couldn’t reach the end. He had no choice but to return to the top and click on the first post, which was the official introduction post the school had created for Ferrio.

Ferrio, full name Ferrio De, Junior in Public Administration, American Football player.

Famous from a young age, a teenage genius of the sports world

Age 7: With his father as his first coach, he began high-intensity training. By the following year, he could steadily throw a 20-yard football, his ability far exceeding his peers.

Age 10: Selected for the local elite youth football team. With his precise skills, he won the national invitational tournament and became the Best Offensive Player.

Age 13: Passing accuracy reached 70%. Became the top scorer in the Warner League and was called the “next football legend” by local media.

Age 15: …..

You don’t know until you look the world really is a wonder. While his peers were still playing 4399, Ferrio had already been secretly “evolving” behind their backs.

Qiao Nai smiled bitterly.

Seeing all these letters crowded together gave him a headache. Halfway through reading, Qiao Nai tossed the phone aside.

At the same time, the computer interface had jumped to the user accounts, and now he could reset the password. However, Qiao Nai clicked exit; he didn’t plan to reset the password for the time being, as strictly speaking, this wasn’t his computer.

Returning to the desktop, the computer data hadn’t been lost. Qiao Nai clicked around a bit and saw a folder in the upper left corner of the desktop.

The folder was encrypted and couldn’t be opened.

Sure enough, just as he thought, there were some of Qiao An’s “secrets” stored in the computer.

Because he had been sitting cross-legged for too long, his legs felt numb. Qiao Nai set the computer aside and used the edge of the table to push himself up from the floor.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a photograph placed under the coffee table.

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