Chapter 74 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 9

If that's the case, then it makes sense why their Chairman Xie is always willing to help specially admitted students.

Xie Rong tilted his head slightly.

The system on his shoulder instantly understood that its host was angry!

Xu Xi is such a jerk! The host would never like a poor wretch!

A crisp slap echoed throughout the entire swimming pool.

Xu Xi's head was knocked to the side, and he felt a burning pain on his cheek. He was stunned for a long time before slowly turning his head back.

"Xu Xi, you've gone too far," Xie Rong said calmly. "Just because I never bully others, you think I'm easy to bully, is that it?"

Immediately, all those around him cast condemning glances at Young Master Xu.

They could have just watched the live stream on the campus forum secretly, why make a scene in front of the person in question! The reason they watched it secretly and shared their thoughts in private was simply because they were afraid of upsetting Xie Rong, right?

Xu Xi glanced at Xie Rong's red palm and snorted, "If you're angry, just be angry. Why use so much force? Don't you know how delicate you are?"

Xie Rong ignored him, picked up her phone again, and sent another message to Lu Siyu.

"Come to the swimming pool right now. I'll give you a chance to vent your anger from the horse farm."

Anyone with common sense could guess who orchestrated Lu Siyu's fall from his wheelchair.

Xu Xi actually dared to verbally offend him; a slap wouldn't be enough to teach this guy a lesson.

Xie Rong snatched back the swimming goggles, glared at Xu Xi, and jumped into the water, splashing water all over Xu Xi's face.

Xu Xi wiped the water off his face, recalling Xie Rong's glare, and licked his lips.

So all that gentleness before was just an act? She deliberately glared at him, and now she can't resist trying to seduce him?

You could seduce him, but Lu Siyu, a special admissions student, doesn't deserve to be ranked ahead of him.

Xu Xi sat by the pool, staring at the figure swimming in the water, when suddenly a strong force came from behind, a hard arm gripped his neck and pulled him to the ground.

He turned his head and met Lu Siyu's cold eyes.

Xu Xi had been learning Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) since childhood and had never been afraid of anyone. However, Lu Siyu had learned some unorthodox techniques from who-knows-where, and he carried a ruthless streak from the slums, always targeting vital points with deadly force.

The two men fought fiercely, each using their own strength, one seeking revenge and the other to save face after being offended, like two vicious dogs locked in a battle.

The swimming pool was in complete chaos. Xu Xi had many followers, so naturally they had to step forward to help. Otherwise, when Xu Xi settled accounts later, they would be the ones who suffered, and even their families would have to be prepared to be suppressed by the Xu family.

But who would have thought that Lu Siyu, who was so quiet and obedient in front of the president, was now a monster who would kill anyone who got in his way. Anyone who came near him would have a piece of flesh torn off by him, just like a mad dog that had been released from its cage after its ropes were removed.

After Xie Rong swam two laps in the pool, the poolside was already in complete chaos.

He feigned surprise, suppressed a smirk, stepped forward, and frowned, saying, "Stop it, all of you!"

Lu Siyu was the first to get up, without saying a word, and wiped the blood from his lips.

Xu Xi pushed away the attendants who came forward to help him, stood up himself, and said with a sullen face, "Do I need your help?"

"The student council has clearly stipulated that fighting is not allowed on campus," Xie Rong said, glancing at the two of them with an air of official business. "Come with me to the student council to receive your punishment."

Half an hour later, the student council.

The school doctor rushed over with his medicine kit and applied medicine to the two of them.

Through a half-open door, Xie Rong leaned against the railing, while Wang Chengxiu stood beside him with one hand in his pocket, saying, "You used to make me do things like this."

Xie Rong, chewing on an orange-flavored lollipop, innocently raised an eyebrow: "So?"

Wang Chengxiu lowered his eyes, looking at the busy student council members downstairs, "So, you don't need me anymore."

They don't need him; they need a lowly special admission student instead.

That's ridiculous.

Wang Chengxiu turned and left without looking back.

Xie Rong also turned around, leaned against the wooden railing, and smiled at Lu Siyu through the half-open door.

As punishment for violating student council rules, the two of them, one carrying a bucket and the other a mop, mopped the small castle, which could hold thousands of people, inside and out.

Xu Xi was humiliated. After mopping the last piece of land, he left in a hurry with a somber face.

Xie Rong was in a good mood. He pushed open the door, walked in, and sat down in his office chair.

Lu Siyu had already learned Xie Rong's temperament over the past few months. He had endured humiliation for so long, so what was a little longer? After all, he would soon gain the trust of this devil, Xie Rong.

He walked over, knelt down on one knee next to Xie Rong, and waited for Xie Rong to pat his head as usual.

But Xie Rong didn't touch it.

Lu Siyu looked up and glanced at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xie Rong glanced at him sideways.

“It’s nothing,” Lu Siyu said, lowering his eyes again.

Xie Rong had been swimming for too long at the swimming pool, and now that she had come to her senses, her thighs and calves were very sore.

“Give me a leg massage,” he commanded.

Lu Siyu reached out and lifted Xie Rong's ankle, his rough and strong fingertips massaging Xie Rong's calf upwards.

Xie Rong's legs were soft, just the right amount of flesh to prevent him from being too thin, perfectly conforming to a beautiful, slender curve.

The massage was indeed very comfortable at first, but it also gradually revived some memories in Xie Rong's soul, which had experienced many worlds.

Even though he doesn't need yang energy to refine Gu, nor does he need the emperor's essence and fortune to provide demonic power, why is he still a little hungry?

Xie Rong half-closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes reddening slightly, as he eagerly recalled the methods he had used to make himself feel better.

But he wasn't ignorant of human affairs in this world; nobles had teachers who taught them about physiology from a young age.

Someone as lowly as Lu Siyu, a special admission student, is not worthy of doing that kind of thing with him.

Xie Rong bit her lip in frustration, kicked away the poor special admission student who was still engrossed in massaging her, and yelled, "Get out!"

Lu Siyu stood up and silently left the president's lounge, but he didn't leave. Instead, he looked through the crack in the door with a sinister gaze.

He was stunned after just one glance, and then subconsciously pulled off the camera on his collar.

Through the crack in the door, Xie Rong was slumped in a reclined office chair, his head tilted back so that most of his face was covered by his hair, with only his slightly red nose and cheeks showing.

He haphazardly ripped open the intricate buttons of his shirt, kicked off his boots and socks, his slender white fingers groping aimlessly, his two bare legs trembling slightly, and a whimper like that of a young animal escaping his throat.

[Congratulations, host! The protagonist's pain level has increased by 1.]

One minute passed.

[Main character's pain level +1]

Another minute passed.

[Main character's pain level +1]

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Xie Rong's legs went limp, and his unfocused pupils gradually converged.

When he was in a daze, he seemed to hear four or five system prompts.

But he was too busy pleasing himself to torment Lu Siyu at all.

What is there to be in pain about?