[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

73: The Sun God 12

If someone had to pick which student had the easiest winter break in all of Qingyang High School, Ye JingMing would probably end up in the top three.

When the second semester of his senior year began, he wouldn't return to class. Instead he'd switch over to the International Department of Qingyang High School.

The International Department was a place where people could burn money while they studied. Ye JingMing was only there to go through the motions. He'd already applied for the TOEFL. As soon as he passed, he'd begin applying to colleges.

Although Ye JingMing's performance in other subjects wasn't that great, his English was excellent. That was partly due to the fact that his father's import/export business frequently dealt with foreigners.

Although the International Department and the general high school were built on the same site, the International Department was a world of its own. They didn't even share a cafeteria. The dining hall of the International Department was a high-end restaurant where students could order from a menu. Their dormitory was a single room in a villa. Their school uniforms were London-style plaid skirts with a shirt, or a Western suit and tie with black leather shoes. It was worthy of the high tuition fees.

Given his situation, Ye JingMing didn't have to face the pressure of the college entrance exam. He was spending his time at home playing games every day, completely carefree.

Of course, all the students knew Ye JingMing was headed to the international Department. His little brothers took great pains to organize a farewell party for him.

Young Master Ye had attended Qingyang School from kindergarten through high school. He'd been a school tyrant since junior high. During that time, he invited his classmates to dinner on weekends and paid bills costing tens of thousands with a generous hand. There were plenty of students willing to follow him.

Class 3 of senior three had decided to go to a bar during winter break to hang out, but when Ye JingMing sent a message to Zong Yan the previous day, the other party said he was in the United States and might not be able to make it.

"Weird, what's he doing in the U.S.? That's not a good place right now."

Ye JingMing was lying on the sofa. The Filipina maid fixed him a glass of Coke with lemon and ice and set it on the coffee table. He turned on the TV while he played with his cell phone.

His family's TV channel subscriptions were very much in line with the family business. They had all the international news channels.

A moment later, Ye JingMing spat out the Coke in his mouth.

There was no way he'd mistake the face on TV.

"That's... Zong Yan?!"

It wasn't just Ye JingMing. All over the world, wherever it was broadcast by the local media, everyone saw the video livestream from White House press conference.

The gray-haired man in a top hat elegantly lifted his black umbrella. The next moment, an army of shadows rose up from the ground and transformed into glittering black spikes that stabbed into the oncoming wave of ghouls. In seconds, their heads were separated from their bodies with surgical precision. Body parts rolled to the ground with fractured bones visible and green blood splattering from the wounds, but not a single drop stained the hem of the Night Watchman's trench coat.

His posture was elegant and graceful, like he was attending a courtly dance in the ballroom of a historic castle, instead of slaughtering his way through a night-dark city, surrounded by submissive shadows.

The first reaction of everyone, including the news media: "Did the White House just cut over to a Hollywood movie?"

The second reaction: "Ooh! That guy's so good-looking. Where did Hollywood find such a fresh-faced young actor?"