Chapter 42 Part 2
Many were now convinced that Han Ye had a strange illness, and that his roommate, Yang Zhiyuan, who cursed him using metaphysics, was just unlucky to be discovered. The two incidents were unrelated.
Han Ye, unable to reason with Yang Zhiyuan, could only look at Wu Heng on screen pleadingly.
Doctor Wu Heng had told him to use the foot bath to expose Yang Zhiyuan, there must be a reason.
Wu Heng, meeting Yang Zhiyuan’s provocative gaze, said calmly, “Take out the insoles of your roommate’s new shoes and examine them.”
Sneakers usually had several layers: the upper, the outsole, and the midsole sandwiched between them.
Everyone’s gaze immediately shifted to the two pairs of new sneakers by the doorway. Yang Zhiyuan’s expression changed slightly.
Han Ye, almost driven mad by his condition, just wanted to know the cause. Hearing Wu Heng’s words, he immediately rushed towards the shoes.
One of his roommates said, “What are you doing? Don’t damage them, they’re eight thousand yuan!”
Han Ye retorted, “I’ll pay for them!”
Yang Zhiyuan was enraged, “Han Ye, we all sympathize with your illness, but don’t go too far! These are the new shoes from my family’s company. You’ll damage their reputation, and I’ll see how you can compensate for that!”
His family was only middle-class, but the legal ramifications from the domestic shoe giant would be devastating, and Han Ye hesitated.
Wu Heng’s gentle yet powerful voice echoed in his ear, “Open them.”
Han Ye immediately grabbed a fruit knife and stabbed the sole of one of the shoes, ripping it open.
[Holy crap, like that? I was planning to watch the review of these running shoes today, just destroying them like that?]
[I’m heartbroken, they’re eight thousand yuan, I wouldn’t even dream of buying them.]
[Great, now they can’t even be sold as secondhand shoes.]
[Is there something in the midsole…?]
Sanshui Zhenren, also watching, suddenly understood upon hearing Wu Heng’s words, clapping his hands together excitedly. “I see, I see!”
Han Ye, ignoring the cut on his finger from the knife, ripped the shoe open, revealing the midsole.
Fan Xuan blocked the doorway, stopping Yang Zhiyuan who was trying to leave. “Where are you going, Junior?”
The next moment, Han Ye pulled out the insole, and the millions of viewers in the live stream were stunned.
Tucked inside the white insole was a passport-sized photo of Han Ye against a red background. On the back of the photo were his name and birth date!
Han Ye froze, then grabbed the knife and ripped open his other roommate’s shoe, also finding a photo of himself with his name and birth date written on the back, hidden inside the midsole.
[!! Holy crap! Oh my god, Xiao Han’s photo and birth date in the insoles?!]
[The camera didn’t move, so it’s real? I’m panicking, I also bought these shoes, I even tried them on.]
[Is this a coincidence, or do all the shoes have this? Terrifying.]
Han Ye collapsed to the floor, staring blankly at his photo. He couldn’t believe his information was inside brand-name shoes.
The first batch of five thousand pairs was already sold out, and pre-orders for the second batch had already reached thirty thousand.
“Hahaha… hahaha…”
Han Ye laughed and cried. So that’s why his height was shrinking so rapidly! Because of these shoes!
These shoes were released yesterday, and people had started receiving them this morning. Sneakerheads would naturally wear them immediately.
With so many people simultaneously stepping on his photo and birth date, how could he not shrink?!
No wonder Wu Heng said he would eventually die from organ failure due to his shrinking height.
Five thousand pairs of shoes, five thousand people stepping on him, how could he possibly survive?
Han Ye’s veins bulged, his voice trembling with rage, as he gritted out, “Yang… Zhi… Yuan!!”
Han Ye lunged at Yang Zhiyuan, and they started fighting, so fiercely that their classmates couldn’t pull them apart.
Some streamers, seeing the news, decided to live stream themselves unboxing the shoes, all finding Han Ye’s photo inside.
He Yunxiao and the others were having lunch in the cafeteria, watching Wu Heng’s live stream.
Li Hao, wanting everyone in his high school to witness Doctor Wu’s beauty, had secretly projected the live stream onto the cafeteria’s large screen.
The students were in an uproar.
“Is there something wrong with my new shoes?” a second-year student showing off his new sneakers asked his friend, shocked.
Everyone looked down at their shoes.
He Yunxiao was secretly relieved, so that’s why, thankfully he listened to Doctor Wu and didn’t wear them.
“So what? It’s not my photo being stepped on,” a rich kid across from them said nonchalantly, showing off his new shoes.
This was true.
Many didn’t care, after all, it wasn’t them suffering, so why worry?
Some, with twisted minds, even felt a perverse sense of pleasure. A handsome, tall university student from a prestigious 985 university was being stepped on by them?
They even imagined Han Ye crying and begging them not to wear the shoes, their twisted desires satisfied.
Li Hao and his friends deliberately sat at He Yunxiao’s table, looking at the students wearing the new shoes, some even jumping up and down, the soles squeaking against the floor.
Li Hao sneezed, then canceled his pre-order for the second batch, saying, “I told you there were people crazier than us, look at them jumping.”
This was… the evil of human nature.
Wu Heng, watching the fight on screen, saw the barrage comments fly by.
[Hit him, Han Ye, beat up your roommate, he’s so vicious, I’d want to stab him!]
[This Yang Zhiyuan is the only son of the shoe tycoon, Yang Xing. Yang Xing is a self-made man, started from nothing, how could his son do such a thing?]
[Mr. Yang is such an upright entrepreneur, he wouldn’t do this, must be his son’s doing, doesn’t he know this will ruin his family’s business?]
[No one will find out, right? Who would rip apart such expensive shoes?]
[What an unfilial son, if he were my son, I’d beat him to death. A petty grudge between classmates, escalating to this level, unforgivable.]
These netizens were right.
Yang Zhiyuan’s father, Yang Xing, had found out about the cinnabar curse.
As soon as he found out, Yang Xing slapped Yang Zhiyuan hard across the face and yelled,
“You unfilial beast! What kind of monstrous thing did you do? Cursing your classmate like that?!”
Yang Zhiyuan knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to answer.
“You beast! Don’t you know that such malicious actions will result in karmic retribution?!” his righteous father, sitting in his wheelchair, roared, clearly enraged.
Yang Zhiyuan had just wanted to get revenge on that bastard Han Ye, he hadn’t expected his father to react this way.
“Retribution? What should I do? Can I wash it off now? But the practitioner said it can’t be removed for seven days!”
Yang Xing, looking at his terrified son, thought for a moment and made a decision for him.
Distribute the risk.
There was safety in numbers, right?
One person killing someone was murder, five thousand people each dealing a blow resulting in death, could they execute all five thousand?
Now that things had been exposed, he couldn’t let others resent his company.
Yang Zhiyuan, his face bruised and swollen from Han Ye’s beating, was prepared to take all the blame.
But Wu Heng, looking at the barrage comments, said, “Committing malicious acts will affect your merits, cursing someone to death will result in karmic retribution.”
“‘Shoes’ and ‘evil’ are homophones (in Chinese), shoes have always been associated with attracting Yin energy.”
“Who among you wore those shoes outside? Prepare to get sick.”
The students who were jumping up and down in the cafeteria froze: “?”
What?!
Getting… sick?
Holy crap, wasn’t this an undeserved misfortune? Why should they be implicated?!
The principal, with his hands behind his back, came to the cafeteria to inspect the students’ morale on their first day back.
Before even entering, he saw a group of well-dressed students carrying brand new sneakers, tiptoeing outside barefoot.
And there weren’t just one or two, but dozens, their faces filled with pain, anxiety, and fear.
Principal: “?”
What kind of performance art was this?
The principal, after pondering for a long time, suddenly understood and roared angrily, “You students, raised under the red flag, put your shoes on! Stop imitating those Japanese people!”
The almost crying students turned to look at their furious principal. “Huh?”
Not only were they suffering an undeserved misfortune, but their nationality was even changed?!
