Chapter 506
"You little bastards are just little bastards, daring to come up to us and act all high and mighty. We'll beat you dogs from Second Middle School to a pulp."
Wen Xin was walking from home to school when she encountered a group of problem students fighting in a small alley.
she:"???"
Is this the standard outfit for the female lead when she goes out?
Of course, she still felt that these kids were really too idle, fighting every other day. Was it because they didn't have enough homework? Or was the pressure of high school studies not high enough?
They should be given more sets of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" materials.
The alley was brightly lit in the early morning. A group of troubled students dressed in blue and white school uniforms, looking like gangsters, were beating up a group of chuunibyou students in blue and white school uniforms with brightly colored hair.
The middle school student was beaten so badly that he was howling and still managed to say something threatening, telling the problem students to wait.
A problem student with a skull necklace around his neck kicked a chuunibyou student and sneered arrogantly, "Where did you bastards get the courage to keep your grandpas waiting? Besides sneak attacks, when have you ever been able to beat us grandpas? We told you to behave yourselves properly, but you wouldn't listen."
"Wan Dapeng, you bastard..."
"You call Wan Dapeng your grandson? Call him grandpa!"
"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated," the middle school students fought back desperately... and the group continued fighting.
Suddenly, an iron rod was thrown out by someone and landed right at the feet of a boy leaning against a telephone pole, almost hitting him.
The alley suddenly fell silent.
Whether they were problem students or middle schoolers, they all showed a look of fear on their faces.
"Um, Brother Mu, we didn't mean to."
The boy had one hand in his pocket and a cigarette between his fingers, but it wasn't lit.
He leaned lazily against the telephone pole, his eyes lowered, a gentle breeze ruffling his soft black bangs, obscuring his delicate eyebrows and eyes.
But from his high nose bridge, perfectly curved thin lips, and tight, smooth jawline, one can tell that he is a boy with the good looks of a school heartthrob.
"You're not calling the police this time?"
The boy's clear voice seemed to contain a faint smile, yet it inexplicably made people feel immense pressure, as if they were being watched by some ferocious wild beast.
"Brother Mu, what are you saying?"
The problem students and the second-year middle school students were all confused.
Why would a group of them fighting call the police?
It's not like they have a core in their brain.
"Hey? Isn't this that brainless pretty girl who called the police a few days ago?"
Wan Dapeng's henchman suddenly spoke up.
Everyone turned to look at the entrance of the alley.
Wen Xin, who suddenly became the center of attention: "..."
You're the one who's brainless, your whole family is brainless!
These immature brats have the nerve to talk about her?
While inwardly criticizing her, Wen Xin's pretty face turned pale, and her clear, bright almond-shaped eyes became misty, like a little white deer startled in the morning.
She clutched the bag tightly to her hands, looking wary and at a loss. Surprisingly, the oversized blue and white school uniform looked good on her, giving her a delicate, gentle, and scholarly air.
Wan Dapeng scratched his head. "Why did I run into her again? Could she be an undercover agent sent by the police?"
The younger brother honestly replied, "We don't have that kind of prestige to have the police send an undercover agent!"
"Idiot, shut up!"
Wan Dapeng slapped them across the face. They were the ultimate school bully group that dominated all the middle schools in Qing City. Didn't they have any dignity?
The middle school students: "..." Damn it, all these idiots at Qingyun Middle School are sick.
But when they glanced at the boy leaning against the telephone pole, they couldn't help but shed a tearful lament.
This guy is a legend among school bullies. Not only do the problem students at Qingyun Middle School follow his lead, but students from other schools are also terrified of him.
After all, no matter how arrogant they are, they are just a group of underage students. But when Zong Mu gets ruthless, he becomes a true gangster.
We can't afford to mess with them!
If it weren't for him backing up those idiots at Qingyun Middle School, would they always be losing?
The middle school students were completely dissatisfied and extremely frustrated. Why wasn't Zong Mu from their school?
Wen Xin would say: You are all a bunch of chuunibyou!
Zong Mu ignored the group of delusional teenagers and walked slowly toward Wen Xin.
The girl, who looked as delicate as an innocent little white rabbit, was terrified and tried to back away.
Zong Mu's thin lips curled slightly, "Trying to turn yourself into an idiot again?"
Wen Xin: "..."
Who is this fool calling a fool?
snort!
Why did this person look so annoying when he was young?
He completely lacked the composure, forbearance, gentleness, and consideration found in the fragments of his soul's memories.
The girl trembled as she clutched the bag, asking, "W-what are you doing?"
Zongmu suddenly reached out to her...
The little girl closed her eyes in fright and sobbed softly, "Don't hit me!"
However, she didn't feel the pain she expected; she was simply trapped in a corner by his arms.
The boy was a head taller than her. When Wen Xin looked up, she met his dark, calm eyes, which were as still as a deep pool. His brows were filled with a cold and fierce aura that was not to be trifled with. No matter how handsome he was, he could make people afraid of him at first glance.
No wonder the fragments of his soul from his past life were terrified of him during high school. Every time he encountered him, he was like a little white rabbit encountering a big bad wolf, completely unable to think and trembling the whole time.
This not only gave Cui Wenlin an opportunity, but also, through his repeated provocations, the fragments of the soul continued to regard the young man in front of them as a violent, cold-blooded, and ruthless terrorist who would fight and kill at the slightest disagreement.
From an outsider's perspective, Wen Xin could see clearly that even though the incident of her calling the police because of the fragments of her soul led to their arrest, and she later failed to explain herself clearly, almost sending him to a juvenile detention center, he had never done anything bad to her.
Whether it was the school bully group or the group of fangirls, they at most just spoke coldly to her and never really made things difficult for her.
This doesn't seem like the behavior of those problem students who act recklessly; it could only mean that he's backing her up from behind.
Later, he mocked her several times, saying she wasn't smart enough and that she shouldn't be fooled. This was also a warning to her that Cui Wenlin had ill intentions towards her.
Unfortunately, at that time, she was completely focused on Cui Wenlin and regarded him as a violent villain, so how could she possibly listen to what he said?
But in reality, he never hurt her; on the contrary, she owed him far too much.
Tears welled in the girl's eyes; she looked timid and pitiful, making one feel guilty even to touch her. Yet, a surge of malice within him made him want to bully her and torment this beautiful little white rabbit.
Zong Mu's eyes darkened slightly, and his long, slender, pale fingers brushed against her eyelashes, which were wet.
He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her ear, causing her pearly white ears to turn pink. The swan-like neck beneath her ears was graceful and delicate, its whiteness gleaming, but as he drew nearer, it gradually turned pink.
His smile deepened, and he teased her in a wicked tone, "So sensitive, little white rabbit."
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