Chapter 11 Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 11 Damn it. ...

Jiang Lian's Adam's apple rolled violently once, and again.

Through the telescope, the youthful, tender and flexible lines that were unique to young people forcefully invaded all his senses.

Ye Ling was on the verge of collapse from the greasy dirt on her body, completely unaware. Her thin white T-shirt lay on the ground, wrinkled like a piece of pickled vegetable.

He was shirtless and his brows were furrowed.

"So dirty..." he muttered, like a bird with its claws covered in mud.

He raised his right forearm and rubbed it hard on his left arm, trying to use friction to dispel the sticky touch.

This movement also made the muscles in his shoulders and arms tense and stretch, and his fair skin turned a more obvious red due to the friction, extending from his elbows to his smooth shoulders.

The outline of her chest became clearer, and the light pink was faintly visible under the light.

“…”

Jiang Lian's knuckles tightened around the binoculars. Heat burned through his limbs. The sound of blood rushing through his eardrums pounded.

I really want to... touch him.

I want to use my own fingers to replace the futile friction, stroke the red skin inch by inch, feel the delicate and warm touch, until the annoying stain is completely wiped off and replaced with my own mark.

think……

Wanted to see him tremble at her touch.

I want to see his clear eyes filled with fear and shame.

I want to hear... him let out that pitiful gasp of surprise just now at the entrance...

The telescope locked onto the defenseless body, inch by inch, not missing any detail.

The prying eyes slid down her chest, passed over her flat and firm belly, and finally fell on the small waistline exposed at the edge of her loose trousers.

I really want to... strangle you.

Feel the flexible curve with your palm, feel it... trembling under your control.

In the field of view of the telescope, Ye Ling rubbed it here and there, but the oil stain was still stubbornly stuck to his skin.

The smooth lines of the back, the faintly visible dimples on the waist... were like the most secret invitation, silently teasing Jiang Lian's nerves that were on the verge of breaking.

“Hmm…”

He felt that his sanity was being burned bit by bit by this vivid scene.

I really want to...dirty him.

He wanted to brand him as "Jiang Lian's property" from the inside out.

And then... wash it with your own hands.

It was a long time before Jiang Lian reluctantly put down the telescope until Ye Ling went to the bathroom.

He turned around, walked to the entrance, looked at the messy remains of the "love bento", picked out a piece of love carrot that he had clumsily cut, and put it into his mouth.

As I chewed slowly, the heat in my body finally subsided a little.

The next day, in the Grade 2 (3) classroom.

The afternoon sun lazily shone through the window, casting a winding path of light on the desks.

During recess, the students gathered together, chatting and joking. Ye Ling was scribbling in her notebook, while Su Xiaoxiao, beside her, quietly perused a picture album. The atmosphere was unusually peaceful.

Suddenly, a sharp scream tore through the silence.

"The class funds are missing!" Class monitor Li Ming stood in front of the podium, holding an empty tin biscuit box in his hand.

"This is the class fee I'm going to give to the teacher this afternoon. It's over 4,000..." Over 4,000 yuan is definitely not a small amount for a high school student. Li Ming's voice changed with anxiety. "It was clearly here just now! It was in the desk drawer!"

The classroom suddenly became quiet and the relaxed atmosphere disappeared.

[Host!] 778's excited voice rang out in Ye Ling's mind. [A key plot point is triggered! The heroine is slandered! The hero saves her heroically!]

It was a plot that had nothing to do with Ye Ling, but he couldn't help but get nervous.

"Oh my god, who took it?!"

"Really? You even dare to steal class funds?"

"It must be in the classroom! No one left after class just now!"

There was a buzz of discussion, and eyes roamed over everyone's faces.

Soon, several malicious gazes were directed at the "plague area" in the corner of the last row of the classroom.

"Who else could it be?" Li Wei, a boy who usually likes to lead the commotion, was the first to speak up. He strode over to Ye Ling's desk and said, "Ye Ling! You're the last one to leave after class! And you were even sneaking around the podium just now! Tell me! Did you do this?!"

[…Me?] Ye Ling was stunned.

"Yes! It must be him!" The boy named Wang Qiang immediately echoed, his tone sarcastic, "He's so poor, he eats steamed buns every day, and looking at his shifty eyes, he must have something fishy going on!"

"That's right! Search his schoolbag! It must be hidden in his schoolbag!" The girl Zhang Lili crossed her arms and echoed with disdain.

After completing the missions during this period, Ye Ling had already memorized these faces deeply. They were the leaders who bullied him in the class.

Under their guidance, Ye Ling's seat suddenly became the center of the storm.

"I didn't..." Ye Ling's face turned pale. He wanted to defend himself, but his voice was so weak and was drowned out by the loud accusations.

He subconsciously hugged his schoolbag tightly, as if it was the only barrier to protect himself.

"No? Then why are you panicking?!" Li Wei grabbed the strap of Ye Ling's schoolbag and pulled it hard, "You're feeling guilty, right? Let go! Let us check!"

"No! Let me go!" Ye Ling held on to the schoolbag tightly.

In his schoolbag was his important "Observation Diary"! The fear of being exposed by the diary far outweighed the grievance of being wrongly accused of stealing money.

[Host! This is terrible! The plot has seriously deviated! This was originally the story of the heroine, Su Xiaoxiao! As a new transfer student, she's suspected of stealing class funds, and then the hero comes to the rescue! How did this get put on you?!] 778's voice was so panicked for the first time. [It's over! My performance score will be deducted!]

Ye Ling hurriedly asked: [778, what should I do then?]

778's data brain was working frantically: [Uh... We'll see what happens! By the way, host, listen to me! The heroine, Su Xiaoxiao, is sitting right next to you. She's the suspect in the original plot! You can try to deflect the blame and direct them to the heroine! After all, she's a new transfer student, unfamiliar with the area, and more suspicious than you!]

778's voice was filled with temptation and urgency: "Host, think about it. If you just say a few words, you can get rid of this blame! You will be safe! The mission can get back on track! Hurry!"

Diverting trouble to others?

Ye Ling's mind was buzzing. He looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was also trembling with fear, her face pale and body trembling. The fear in her eyes, hidden by her bangs, was far greater than his own.

Push her out? Let her bear all the insults and harassment for me? Treat her like they treated me? No! Absolutely not! She was my first deskmate, a friend!

Even the weakest chick in the flock would be protected, not to mention she was so scared...

The birds' desire to protect their own kind and their strong sense of morality completely overwhelmed Ye Ling's own fear and 778's instigation.

Ye Ling bit his lip. He stopped looking at Su Xiaoxiao and instead hugged his schoolbag even tighter, holding his head high. His voice was still trembling, but he spoke clearly, "I didn't take the money! You're not a police officer or a teacher, you have no right to check my schoolbag!"

"Hey! Still being stubborn?" Li Wei grinned, exerting even more force, and was about to rip the schoolbag out of Ye Ling's arms. "If it's not you, then who is it? We'll know after searching!"

Ye Ling felt that the strap of his schoolbag was about to be torn off. He was unable to resist the siege of several people and could only watch in despair as the schoolbag slipped out of his hands bit by bit.

"Bang!"

A loud bang, like thunder from the blue sky, exploded in the noisy classroom!

Everyone was frightened and fell silent instantly.

Jiang Lian was standing in the middle row of the classroom near the aisle when he suddenly kicked away the chair that was blocking him.

The metal chair legs scraped against the concrete floor with a sharp, harsh sound, and the chair spun around and hit the desk behind it before stopping.

The whole classroom was dead silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Lian slowly stood up.

He was already tall, and now he was filled with a biting chill and terrifying low pressure, like a ferocious beast that had been disturbed from a sweet dream, waking up, and walking step by step towards the center of the storm.

His eyes swept over the aggressive Li Wei and others, like an ice knife scraping past, making those people's scalps numb instantly. They subconsciously let go of the hands that were snatching Ye Ling's schoolbag, and even involuntarily took half a step back.

The force holding him back vanished, and Ye Ling opened her eyes in shock, meeting Jiang Lian's bottomless eyes. There was no comfort, no sympathy, only a terrifying coldness.

Ye Ling's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and even her breathing stopped.

In the midst of despair, a faint absurd hope ignited in my heart.

Will Jiang Lian... help me? Help a... perverted stalker like me?

Jiang Lian stopped two steps away from Ye Ling, his eyes fixed on the troublemakers.

"That's enough."

Just two words, but they were so powerful that the remaining whispers in the classroom completely disappeared.

He didn't even glance at Ye Ling, whose face was pale, and walked straight to the podium. Under the astonished gaze of class monitor Li Ming, he reached into the messy drawer on the podium.

Then, he took out a bulging manila envelope from an extremely hidden compartment.

"When I was sorting..." Jiang Lian's voice was flat and calm, "I slipped the class funds in here and forgot to tell you."

He casually weighed the envelope, making a rustling sound like banknotes rubbing against each other, and then casually tossed it to the stunned Li Ming, "Squad Leader, keep it safe next time."

Li Ming frantically grabbed the envelope and opened it. Inside was a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills! He was completely stunned, his mouth hanging open, speechless. How...how could this be possible? He had just searched through the drawers!

This money naturally belongs to Jiang Lian.

He reacted very quickly. As he stood up and walked towards the podium, he used his body to cover his surroundings and quickly took out enough cash from his wallet and stuffed it into the envelope he had found.

After handling all of this, Jiang Lian slowly turned his gaze towards Li Wei and the others. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his voice was even colder than before, with an unquestionable tone of command:

"Apologize."

Under Jiang Lian's overwhelming strength and aura, their inherent tendency to bully the weak and fear the strong was fully exposed. Li Wei's face turned red and white, his lips trembling, and Wang Qiang shrank back in fear. Zhang Lili turned away with a grim expression.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Li Wei squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Student Ye Ling, I misunderstood you." Wang Qiang also muttered vaguely.

Zhang Lili didn't say anything, but she ruffled her beautiful long hair anxiously.

Jiang Lian didn't seem to care whether they were sincere or not, his goal had been achieved.

He took long strides, ignoring everyone's doubtful looks, and walked back to his seat calmly. He sat down again and picked up the book on the table, as if the thunderstorm had never happened.

The entire classroom was still immersed in an eerie silence.

Everyone's eyes flickered between Jiang Lian and Ye Ling, filled with shock and confusion.

On the podium, class monitor Li Ming held the lost and found envelope, looked at the cowardly blond boy in the corner with a complicated expression, then looked at Jiang Lian who seemed to be indifferent. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why.

Ye Ling, who was huddled in the corner with his schoolbag strap still hanging crookedly on his shoulder, was completely frozen in place.

The violence of Jiang Lian kicking the chair away, the oppressive and intimidating feeling of walking towards the crowd, the force of forcing those people to apologize to him...

Every scene was like a brand, deeply engraved in his mind.

The impact of this public and forceful defense was a hundred times stronger than the snacks left at the convenience store, the support on the bus, and the person sitting across from him in the cafeteria.

No wonder he is the protagonist of this world, no wonder he is the son of heaven...

Ye Ling's chest felt warm, and a strong sense of gratitude and dependence arose spontaneously. However, the next second, a chilling sense of guilt, like a venomous snake, spitted out its tongue and entangled his heart, which had become hot due to the emotion.

Jiang Lian was the perfect leading man... but I... I was just a despicable, lying stalker. I was secretly filming him! I was writing those perverted diaries! I even sent him disgusting lunch boxes!

Such a huge contrast made Ye Ling feel suffocated for a moment.

Behind the textbook standing upright, Jiang Lian seemed to be concentrating, but his eyes always glanced at the drooping golden head behind him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why are you still... aggrieved?"

"My little tail... has been bullied again."

Damn it.

He frowned hard, and his eyes shifted to the group of perpetrators with ugly faces. A deep and strong dark emotion flashed across his eyes.

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