Chapter 72 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 7

"What are you doing?" Xie Rong wouldn't miss any opportunity to feign compliance, and reached out to help the person up. "Bullying a classmate in front of me?"

"Just giving him a little warning," Chu Mu spread his hands innocently, unable to help but smile, "so that he doesn't forget his place. Does a down-and-out guy with a purple badge really expect me to come and congratulate him in person?"

"President Xie, are you going to be angry with him because of me?"

Xie Rong twirled the riding whip in his hand a few times and said gently, "Of course not. As the president, I must set an example. I would never take such trivial matters to heart."

How disgusting.

Xie Rong felt like vomiting every time he said such hypocritical things.

Yet I couldn't help but feel excited.

He thought, this is probably what it feels like when the protagonist pretends to be benevolent and righteous.

It's so funny to watch these guys get completely fooled by my fake side.

Could it be that someone surnamed Lu likes it?

He likes it too.

Chu Mu put a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I think I just saw the classmate you took to the school hospital fall down in the aisle. He was sitting in the East Division audience seats, which is Xu Xi's territory. Sigh, I wonder how he is now."

“Xu Xi has always had a bad temper, unlike me. Even if I hate that special admission student, I won’t make things difficult for him for your sake.”

At such close range, one could smell the fragrance emanating from Chairman Xie's hair.

Chu Mu found it hard to describe the feeling. It was like a blood pearl that was kept on a spire by the imperial nobles. To prevent anyone from taking it away, the stairs leading up to it were cut off. No one could take it down, but as long as you passed by or secretly glanced at it, you could always taste a hint of the sweet fragrance emanating from the shell.

Xie Rong frowned and turned to walk towards the audience seats that were still open.

The passageway in the east wing was packed with people.

Fortunately, as long as he walks over, someone will clear a path for him.

As the crowd parted to both sides, he saw Lu Siyu's wheelchair, and the protagonist who was slowly moving onto the wheelchair while holding onto it.

[Protagonist's pain level +10!]

Xie Rong stood at the edge of the crowd, while Lu Siyu lowered his head, his bangs covering the upper half of his face, so he couldn't see the other's expression.

All that could be seen was Lu Siyu's bulging arm muscles, prominent neck veins, and a tense smile as he struggled to move into his wheelchair.

But climbing just this little bit isn't enough!

Xie Rong turned his head and glanced at Wang Chengxiu in the crowd as if it were an unintentional gesture.

Wang Chengxiu turned his head and gave an instruction to his follower. The follower then ran out from the crowd, snatched Lu Siyu's wheelchair, walked to Xie Rong's side, blocked Xie Rong's view of Lu Siyu, and chattered on and on about a lot of nonsense.

Chairman Xie, who was never impolite, could only helplessly listen to him finish speaking, having no time to pay attention to Lu Siyu.

Ten minutes later.

"Alright, can I deal with the rest when I get back to the student council?" Xie Rong wanted to put his hands in his pockets, but then he remembered that his hands had just helped a lowly, down-on-his-luck person, and might have been tainted with bad luck.

He should have gone to wash his hands right away! But these guys kept him from doing so!

That's damn good.

A shadow of gloom flashed across Xie Rong's eyes, but he still wore a patient smile on his face.

The boy who was talking to him had never seen him this close before. He stood there for a few seconds, scratched his head, and ran away with a red face.

Xie Rong lowered her eyes to look at Lu Siyu, a smile playing on her lips. She sighed helplessly, feigning surprise, "How did you crawl over here by yourself?"

Like a dog, a vile dog of Heaven's will.

Lu Siyu climbed into the wheelchair without saying a word and sat down. Xie Rong just reached out and put his hand on the handle behind the wheelchair.

“I can do it myself,” Lu Siyu said in a hoarse voice.

Xie Rong placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned down in front of everyone, and asked with a half-smile, "Junior, are you sure you want to reject me?"

Lu Siyu fell silent, his hands clenching tightly on the armrest.

Others might be fooled, but he won't.

After the two left.

The crowd gradually became lively.

"Isn't this guy just a special admission student? Why did the president have to personally push him back?"

"He looks so miserable and resentful just from coming to see Marseille. He's so gloomy. He looks like a rat that crawled out of a sewer. What does the president like about him?!"

"The president was pushing his wheelchair, and he still had a long face! It made me so angry!"

A few words drifted into Xie Rong's ears, and he smiled with pleasure.

How could they say such things about you?

Lu Siyu: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

The driver waited outside the horse farm in the car. Xie Rong made a show of it, and when no one was around, he kicked over the wheelchair and said coldly, "Take him to the car."

The young butler remained calm and directed two bodyguards to lift the tall, strong but helpless boy from the ground into the trunk.

The car moved smoothly.

Xie Rong sat in the back seat, while the butler knelt on one knee beside him, took out alcohol wipes he carried with him, and respectfully held his wrist to wipe his hands.

From the fingertips to the spaces between the fingers, and then to every line on the palm.

“That man dared to provoke me at the horse farm. You know what to do.” He glanced at the butler with a gloomy face.

“Don’t worry, young master,” the butler said in a low voice, “anyone who has displeased you will never appear at Pallen Academy again.”

Xie Rong was fairly satisfied and patted the butler's face, "Good dog."

The butler silently tightened his jaw, his Adam's apple bobbing silently, and continued wiping his other hand.

In the trunk, Lu Siyu closed his eyes and leaned back in the back seat, taking in everything.

He became increasingly certain that the royal family member who committed suicide must have had an inextricable connection with Xie Rong.

Only by staying by Xie Rong's side can he find the truth, expose the true face of this vicious and hypocritical student council president, and punish him with imperial law.

His dark eyes were icy cold. He bit the bandage on his wrist, turned his head, and ripped it off, unwrapping it layer by layer.

The wound from being crushed by Xie Rong's shoe sole had become infected.

Since Xie Rong liked obedient people, he could only learn some of Xie Rong's acting skills and endure the humiliation.

When Xie Rong returned to the villa, he was surprised to find that although Lu Siyu was still silent, his eyes were no longer sharp, and he had also restrained all his claws. Even after being slapped by him for no reason, he did not glare at him angrily.

[Host, the protagonist has given in?]

"Perhaps," Xie Rong said, not particularly concerned.

He experiences one small world after another, living life after life, not for the protagonist's hundred points of suffering.

He came here to enjoy being a villain, to have some fun.

As for the pain level, it's just a side effect.

Therefore, he likes the protagonist's hatred, disgust, and hostile gaze towards him, and he especially likes the protagonist's forced submission and obedience due to certain reasons.

He can always be easily pleased.

After Xie Rong finished showering, he put on a bathrobe, pushed open the bathroom door, sat on the sofa, and glanced at the person in the corner who no longer had a wheelchair.

"Crawl over here," he said, crossing his legs and taking a bite of the orange the butler fed him, water droplets trickling down his calves into the hollows beneath his ankles. "Wipe my feet."