Negut really wanted to slap the previous Negu. What the heck was going on here? Giving 99 roses every day, even driving a pink Porsche—what the heck was the 'old Negut' doing?
Could it be that the 'old Negut' had some kind of intellectual disability?
But after thinking carefully, Negut felt that it could very well be the case. What normal man would drive a pink Porsche and buy 99 roses every day for a girl?
Also, every time the girl received the roses, she would give them to her friends to distribute to others.
It must be known that this is the post-apocalypse, and although there are safe zones, people are more focused on growing food than flowers.
That's why flowers are very expensive, even more expensive than some other essential items.
The 'old Negut' gave 99 roses every day for two months, which means the amount of money spent on flowers is also incredibly enormous.
"Young master..." Uncle Wells suddenly spoke: "Is there a problem?"
Negut sighed and replied, "No, it's just that today, I don't want to give her flowers anymore."
"You mean..." Uncle Wells was stunned, his face showing a bit of confusion.
"Yes, I've come to understand that pursuing someone who doesn't like me is meaningless. No matter how many roses I give her, she will never like me."
Uncle Wells was startled when he heard this, but then he smiled, nodded slightly, and patted Negut on the shoulder: "Young master, you've grown up."
In fact, Uncle Wells had served Negut's family for a very long time, even before Negut was born. Therefore, Uncle Wells also considered Negut as his son, full of care and concern.
"Ack!" Negut was startled; he didn't think that just one small action would make Uncle Wells recognise that he had grown up.
That alone was enough to understand how foolish the 'old Negut' was.
"Alright, Uncle Wells, I want to drive that car. This pink Porsche is too feminine; I don't want to drive it anymore."
"Young master..." Uncle Wells frowned and asked: "Are you really giving up on Selvia?"
"Yes." Negut sighed: "There are plenty of women in this world; I don't want to forsake an entire garden for just one flower."
"Hahahaha... very good." Uncle Wells laughed heartily: "Young master, all the cars here belong to you; you can drive any car you want."
"And the keys?" Negut asked.
Uncle Wells smiled and said: "Young master, have you forgotten again? All the cars here have had their lock mechanisms changed; you can open them all with just one key you have."
"Moreover, all the cars here have been modified to fit the young master's physique and requirements."
Hearing this, Negut took a key from his pocket and pressed the button.
Pip!
Pip!
Pip!
Pip!
…
The continuous sound echoed, and all the lights of the cars in the basement flashed, illuminating the entire place.
Negut's mouth dropped open, feeling that his family was insanely rich. How rich would they have to be to do something like this?
Once again, he felt that the 'old Negut' was unbelievably foolish. He had such an enormous fortune, but he didn't enjoy it; rather, he sought to end his life.
Ack! No, Negut should thank the 'old Negut'; it was because of the 'old Negut's' stupidity that he could be here.
'Wait a minute! I'm here to be a villain, so should I thank or curse the 'old Negut'?'
Negut didn't know. He shook his head, dismissing those ridiculous thoughts from his mind, and then drove a black G63 out of the house.
Negut, based on the 'old Negut's' memories, drove to the 'Survival Academy'. Looking out from inside the car, he felt that the place was very familiar, as if he were on Earth.
However, Negut knew this was another world. Yet he also felt that humanity was indeed terrifying. Even when pushed to the brink of extinction, they could still struggle and rise powerfully.
Perhaps no species could adapt as extraordinarily as humanity.
Back to the original issue. Negut was going to the academy because he wanted to test out the method he had thought of.
Initially, he wanted his father or Uncle Wells to immediately kill the protagonist named Alec.
However, after thinking it through, he realised that was almost impossible. If the protagonist were that easy to kill, every novel would only have about 10 chapters.
Therefore, Negut decided to use another method, which was... changing everyone's perception of him, especially the protagonist and the heroine.
If they thought he was a villain, an evil person, then starting today he would be a good guy.
Moreover... Negut also thought about the possibility of becoming the protagonist's best friend.
That way, he wouldn't have to worry about being killed by the protagonist in the future. On the contrary, he would be protected by the protagonist, and he could live under the dazzling halo of the protagonist.
He could enjoy his wealth while being protected by the protagonist. Besides, being the protagonist's subordinate is better than being killed by the protagonist.
With that thought, Negut drove straight to the academy.
…
Survival Academy.
At the academy gate, a black G63 sped inside at a considerable speed, causing a few students to be startled and step aside.
"Damn it! Who the hell is driving? Are they blind?"
"Why are they driving so fast? Want to kill me?"
"Hey! Quiet down, look at the license plate!"
"My God! Van-666, that's Van Negut's car!"
"Damn! So what if he's rich? No matter how rich he is, he's still useless."
"No matter how useless he is, he's still not someone we can badmouth."
"That's right; after all, his starting point is far ahead of ours. His father is the governor; badmouth him, and tomorrow someone might find your body in a ditch."
"Huh! I don't believe it; can he cover the sky with one hand?"
"Believe it or not, just don't drag us into it. Even if he can't cover the sky entirely, he can cover almost all of it."
"Right, enough talking; let's go. If he hears us badmouthing him, our fate won't be good."
"Don't think about reporting him to the academy management. Even the principal would smile and invite him for tea if they saw him."
"Alright, let's go."
The group was initially angry, but after seeing the license plate, they sighed in frustration and left.
Negut had parked in the area reserved for teachers, but he didn't care because no one dared to punish him for it.
He quite enjoyed this; after all, it was a privilege of status and power.
Besides, Negut really didn't want to do things like this, but he worried that if he behaved differently, people would notice something strange.
Negut followed the 'old Negut's' memories to a special place. He didn't rush to his class but instead went to the 'Music Room'.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Negut knocked but heard no response or any sound from inside the room.
It must be noted that based on the 'old Negut's' memories, every time he came here, he would hear the sound of a piano from inside the room.
'Strange, could she not be here?' Negut thought to himself: 'That can't be right. She's here every day; could the 'old Negut's' memory be wrong?'
"Are you looking for me?"
"AA!!" Negut screamed in shock; he immediately turned around, and he saw the owner of the voice.
That voice came from a beautiful woman; no, just using the word beautiful wasn't enough to praise her appearance.
Her eyebrows were like willow leaves swaying in the wind, her skin white as jade, and her lips like roses.
Her eyes were especially like two peaceful lakes on an autumn evening, reflecting the moonlight, making them even more shimmering and magical.
Her long, platinum-blonde hair reflected the sunlight, radiating a golden glow, making her even more divine.
She was like an ancient melody, full of elegance, friendliness, and gentleness.
However, her face carried an indifference as if nothing in this world could interest her.
That face bore no emotions; instead, she carried a kind of dreamy and lazy demeanour, as if she wasn't on the same frequency as the world.
"Se…Selvia…" Negut stammered, trying to stay calm.
Selvia looked at Negut, and suddenly, her eyes flashed with a pink light. However, that light seemed to appear and disappear in an instant so small that Negut didn't notice it.
At this moment, Negut felt that the way she looked at him changed completely compared to before.
No, more precisely, it was completely different from the way she looked at the 'old Negut'.
She tilted her head, looking at him: "Today you didn't bring flowers?"
"Ack! Flowers? Selvia, I came here to apologise to you." Negut immediately got straight to the point.
"Apologise to me?" Selvia
"Yes." Negut tried to smile friendly: "I know that I have bothered and annoyed you recently. That's why I came here to apologise to you."
"I'm very sorry; I promise that I will…"
"But…" Selvia suddenly interrupted Negut. Her voice carried a bit of laziness and confusion: "You haven't answered my question."
"Your question?!" Negut frowned.
"Um… where are your flowers?"
Negut: "..."