Chapter 80 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 15

Xie Rong's fingers were soft, but she didn't know how to apply pressure. Lu Siyu groaned, his chest muscles tensed, and beads of sweat slid down his neck and into his collar.

He lowered his eyes to look.

Xie Rong's face was fair with a rosy glow, her chin was delicate, and thick, curled eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes. Because she didn't like wearing shoes in the room, she was bare-skinned with her fair feet, wearing only a very short bathrobe.

It was as if a porcelain doll in a shop window had come to life, escaped, and snuggled into a boy's arms, touching his chest muscles all over.

Lu Siyu pursed his lips, his face gradually turning red.

He then thought of the deleted posts on the forum.

Xie Rong kept touching him; it really seemed like she was trying to seduce him.

But what those people in the forum said was completely wrong.

It only has a little bit of pink, like an unripe peach.

“Starting tomorrow, I’ll move you to an apartment in the West District,” Xie Rong said, pointing to the scar on his chest. “You know what to do, right?”

Lu Siyu asked in a muffled voice, "Then I won't see you anymore. I'll eat your leftovers."

The two weeks he spent in the basement made him develop an almost obsessive attachment to the only person who could feed him.

So attached was he that he completely forgot how his leg had been broken and how Xie Rong had starved him.

"..." Xie Rong almost thought he had misheard.

He grabbed Lu Siyu's chin, turned him towards himself, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, uttering a malicious remark: "You're even more despicable than those other men."

"Don't worry, someone will come to pick you up at mealtimes from now on, and you'll get a free meal of your leftovers."

The next day, Lu Siyu moved to the West District Apartment Dormitory.

After finishing his classes during the day, Xie Rong returned to the villa and couldn't wait to turn on the monitor connected to the camera.

The image on the screen flickered a few times.

While waiting for the image to stabilize, he took the freshly squeezed orange juice from the butler, took a big sip, and his handsome features immediately scrunched up.

"You dare to juice such sour oranges?!" He slapped the butler across the face, and could only repeat the same few harsh words over and over again.

What a down-and-out, what a worthless wretch, what a blind dog.

Those nobles who thought highly of themselves during the day were nothing compared to Chairman Xie at this moment.

The butler kept his head down, so his expression was not visible. He reached his long fingers into the glass jar on Xie Rong's table, took out a small piece of rock sugar, and offered it to Xie Rong's lips.

Xie Rong snorted coldly, opened her lips and bit into her mouth, her tongue accidentally brushing against the butler's fingertips, leaving a wet, glistening mark.

The butler's fingertips trembled slightly, and he silently curled up.

Xie Rong, having recovered from the sourness, continued to suck on the orange juice through the straw while holding the rock candy in her mouth, then turned to look at the monitor.

The image on the screen has stabilized.

The dormitories at Pallen College are all four-bedroom, two-living-room apartments, and the room shown in the picture appears to be someone's room.

Three tall figures were surrounding the bed, fighting over something.

Xie Rong immediately became excited.

He's finally caught these idiots' secret!

He opened his round eyes wide and leaned closer, but he still couldn't make out the thing's exact appearance.

It wasn't until Lu Siyu stepped forward and snatched the item away that things continued to unfold.

It's a photograph, and the person in the photograph is Xie Rong.

"Weren't all the forum posts deleted? Why do they still have my photos?" Xie Rong's face turned cold, her delicate eyebrows pressed down on her eyes with a heavy expression, her face twisting in an instant.

The photo clearly shows him stepping on Lu Siyu's shoulder to humiliate him on that day, right after he came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe.

Why did these people hide his photos?

Are you deliberately keeping evidence of his deception so you can threaten him later?

Xie Rong's eyelids gradually reddened, he bit his tender red lips, and a deep resentment rose in his eyes.

He showed great mercy by not punishing the person who posted the message, yet these people still want to deal with him?

Xie Rong never holds back his temper, nor does he wait when he gets angry.

He didn't even have the patience to change his clothes; he was already wearing the bathrobe.

A bathrobe that barely covers the thighs when you lift your leg slightly.

The butler caught up and took off the oversized coat that was too big for Xie Rong, draping it over him.

"It's cold outside, young master, please take care of yourself," the butler said in a low voice.

Xie Rong sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. The driver sensed his suppressed and agitated emotions and dared not drive the car even slightly, but he had to arrive at the West District apartment before Xie Rong's patience ran out.

Fortunately, the path to Pallen College has always been smooth.

On the sixth floor of the apartment building, three tall, burly boys were furious because Lu Siyu had taken away their hidden treasure.

"Lu Siyu, you think you're so great? You really think you're superior just because you've become Chairman Xie's lackey?"

"Aren't you afraid the president will find out where those photos came from? I personally hid them in your collar, and you didn't object!"

"Hand over the stuff right now!"

"Let me see what it is!" The apartment door was kicked open.

The butler moved a chair first, and while Xie Rong sat down, several bodyguards locked the door from the inside.

“Taking photos of other people’s privacy will result in expulsion from the academy,” Xie Rong said, sitting with his legs crossed on the chair. Beneath the hem of his overly long trench coat were firm, snow-white legs.

He was still wearing the same fluffy slippers he wore in the villa, with a menacing cat head on the toe.

"President... I don't think the academy has such a rule, right?" The leading boy glanced at his calf and licked his lips.

“Now we have it,” Xie Rong said without looking up at them, fiddling with something on his phone. Then he picked up his phone and pointed the live stream camera at them.

"Since you're so concerned about my true identity, then I'll let you see it all you want," Xie Rong smiled. "I hope you'll be satisfied with this result."

After saying that, he coldly ordered the servants behind him, "Do it."

...

Someone posted a live stream on the campus forum again this month.

People who clicked into the live stream with great excitement hadn't even had a chance to see the screen clearly before they were already typing comments.

[Still daring to livestream? Are you out of your mind?]

Let me see if the student council president is flirting with that special admission student again!

Once they saw what was happening on screen, all the comments seemed to be paused.

The image shows an enlarged, exquisitely beautiful face.

He smiled at the camera, his skin glowing with a soft, white luster. "Good evening, everyone."

Someone immediately realized: "The...the president?"

Some people were still captivated by the sudden amplification of her beauty, typing dreamily: "Good evening, my wife."

"This is my first time using the campus forum, and I'm not used to it yet, so I just wanted to say hello to everyone," Xie Rong said, turning the camera around.

The scene then shifts to a tall, handsome young man lying on the ground, his face being stepped on by his furry slippers.

"President... I was wrong! I'll never take pictures of you without permission again!"

Xie Rong smiled and said, "You scared the viewers in the live stream."

Otherwise, why are the comments in the live stream not moving?

He was so focused on stepping on the young man's face that he didn't notice what was happening below his phone's camera—

Beneath the clearly masculine trench coat were a pair of long, slender, and straight legs.

His legs were slightly apart, but because the tender flesh at the base of his thighs bulged slightly, they were pressed together to form a slit.

Parron Academy has a mandatory shooting course, so the students at the academy have calluses on their fingers.

If you forcefully insert a finger through the gap formed by the flesh of a leg, it will definitely turn red.