Chapter 71 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 6

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Lu Siyu had fractured both legs, and even if the school hospital had the best doctors, it would take at least six months for him to fully recover.

This means that for the next six months he will be unable to do anything and will be confined to this bed.

Even if Xie Rong is in a bad mood, just a glance at the doctor will cause his leg to inexplicably ache for several days.

Fortunately, the student council president has been busy with the upcoming equestrian competition and has no time to deal with him.

Lu Siyu saw Xie Rong again half a month later, on the day of the equestrian competition.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, and Xie Rong slowly walked in, smiling at him.

Because the competition was about to begin, Xie Rong no longer wore his dark green suit uniform, but changed into riding clothes instead.

His long hair was tied into a low ponytail and fell behind his head. A light gray vest tightly bound his waist, which could be wrapped with one hand. White riding breeches clung to his long, straight legs, and riding boots perfectly outlined the smooth lines of his calves.

Every step he took as he walked over exuded the innate elegance of nobility, the heels clicking crisply. Even his pace was carefully controlled, his chin slightly raised as he looked down at his playthings on the hospital bed.

"Bring the things in," Xie Rong said, sitting down on the sofa by the wall, crossing his legs, and casually playing with the riding crop in his palm with his black leather gloved hand.

Two bodyguards pushed the wheelchair in.

"The Palen Academy's equestrian competition is held only once every three years, and the Crown Prince will personally come to watch it. Wouldn't it be a pity to miss it?" Xie Rong said understandingly. "It was specially prepared for you."

Two bodyguards, under the pretense of doing what was best for him, forcibly placed the man, who should have been resting in his hospital bed, into a wheelchair.

Xie Rong looked him up and down, his smile growing even more gentle. "I knew it suited you perfectly."

How can he stay in the hospital room all day to recuperate? Of course, we have to bring out the most beloved protagonist of the Heavenly Dao and let everyone see him.

Mocking under the guise of concern, and ridicule under the guise of visiting, are all just pretentious acts of kindness.

In this way, the protagonist can experience the humiliation he suffered when he was a cripple hundreds or thousands of times over.

very nice.

“Don’t be afraid,” Xie Rong walked over, bent down and stroked the young man’s gloomy eyebrows with his fingers, “I will stay with you, forever and ever.”

He couldn't help but laugh.

The camera led by Lu Siyu could not record sound.

In the video posted anonymously on the campus forum, all that could be seen was their student council president, who never got too close to anyone, bending down and touching the person's face very closely. When speaking, he would always move his bright red lips and occasionally reveal a bit of his tongue.

It's like she's seducing this person.

The comment section exploded instantly.

Who's so bold as to hide a camera? Are they out of their mind?

The fact that this video was even released means that those three have tacitly approved of it. After all, our dear student council president is busy rescuing those lowly special admissions students and hasn't even logged into the campus forum yet.

[With her hair tied up, she looks like a perfect wife. I can't even imagine how comfortable it would be if the student council president sat on my lap from this perspective. If I got his pants dirty, would he be angry with me? He's so kind, he definitely wouldn't have the heart to blame a junior who likes him so much, right?]

[Not only do I dare to dream, I actually wear the suit and project the video, making it feel like the president is touching me. It's so satisfying! I'll film and post as many videos as possible. I don't dare to offend the president openly, but I have to satisfy him secretly, right?]

Is this equestrian outfit really that flashy? The waist is cinched so tight.

[The riding breeches are so tight, they're making our class president's thighs bulge out [crying], that's so mean, haha.]

The equestrian competition is about to start! I need to go to the venue to deliver orange soda to the president; if I'm late, there won't be any seats left.

This comment is from the same ID as the one that said they wanted to get Xie Rong's pants dirty, and even the one that tore Xie Rong's photos to shreds in the previous post.

His two-faced behavior immediately drew criticism from others in the comments section, who subjected him to half an hour of insults and private messages.

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Xie Rong 'accidentally' placed Lu Siyu's wheelchair in the aisle of the busiest spectator section and then went to the horse farm to see his horses.

"Divine Sparrow, have you missed me?" He lowered his head and nuzzled the head of the Akhal-Teke horse, gently stroking its neck with his fingers.

Unlike professional equestrian competitions, Palen Academy does not provide standardized horses for its equestrian events.

Because the essence of this competition has never been about who has the better equestrian skills.

Xie Rong's horse was a gift from his grandfather when he was young, and it was so unique that even the royal family would not have a second one.

Xie Rong likes unique things, which means that only he has them and no one else does.

So whenever there was a Marseille race, he would take his divine bird out for a few laps.

Even if he accidentally got drunk and lazily lay on the horse's back, the BMW that he had raised since it was a baby could still carry him steadily to the championship.

This is the equestrian competition for the nobility.

Therefore, in today's equestrian competition, the champion was undoubtedly just a personal show by the young master of the Xie family.

Xie Rong fed the divine sparrow a handful of horse grass, and the sparrow snored and kept rubbing its head against his chin until Xie Rong stroked it many times before it calmed down.

He led his horse to the racetrack and mounted it.

At the referee's signal, Xie Rong gently spurred his horse, flicked the whip, and galloped away.

However, a dark horse emerged on the field today.

Not only did he stand shoulder to shoulder with Xie Rong several times, but he also turned around on horseback to greet Xie Rong.

Xie Rong had no choice but to get serious, his face turning cold as he recalled the horsemanship his instructor had taught him, finally managing to leave that annoying idiot behind.

As soon as he dismounted after the race, the young man approached him.

The young man's cheeks were flushed, his head was down, and his eyes kept sneaking glances at him. "I still need to learn more about horseback riding from my senior."

What does that mean? Is she deliberately trying to provoke him, thinking that by learning more she can steal his championship title?

Sure enough, there are always some damn idiots at Pallen Academy.

Xie Rong suppressed his agitated emotions and smiled gently, "Second place is already very impressive. There aren't many horses that can catch up with the Divine Sparrow."

"Xie Rong."

Xie Rong turned his head and looked at the person who had come.

"Champion, may I have the honor of offering you a drink?" Chu Mu said with a grin, handing him a bottle of orange soda.

Xie Rong politely accepted it, a polite, fake smile on his face: "Thank you."

He took a slow sip, half-closing his eyes, and thought coldly to himself:

This is also a money-losing product that's eager to serve others.

"Hey, this must be the junior who almost surpassed you just now, right?" Chu Mu grinned, squeezing open the gap between the two of them. "You're amazing."

The boy was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground.

"Oh, sorry," the boy was about to get up when Chu Mu stepped on his hand with his leather shoe. The other man still smiled without any malice, but his two tiger teeth gleamed with a cold light. "You're so good at riding a mutt, how come you can't even stand up?"