The handsome, clean-cut boy was taken aback by Mo Yanyu's forceful actions.
I asked instinctively, "Are you Ji Yao's brother?"
Why does it look a little off?
Mo Yanyu glanced at the boy with a cool look. With just one glance, he could see the restless thoughts in his heart, and he felt a little annoyed.
Knowing full well that Ji Yao, with her outstanding looks and cheerful personality, had no shortage of suitors at school, the strange feeling when actually facing her was like a rusty trap. You think that if there are no scars on your hand, you won't feel pain, so you cut recklessly, not knowing that even if it's rusty, it's still a trap.
How could they remain completely indifferent?
Especially this kind of lingering effect, like ants gnawing at your heart, it won't kill you instantly, but it will keep tormenting and stimulating your nervous system.
"Because Ji Yao doesn't look like you, and she has a cheerful personality, while you seem to have a bad temper," the boy said, seemingly simple-minded and incredibly straightforward.
...Is he not in a good mood?
...Is he not in a good mood?
...Is he not in a good mood?
Everyone, "..."
Upon hearing their president's incredibly blunt words, all the student council members instinctively creased their foreheads with a few black lines, wanting to cover their faces in embarrassment.
They all silently complained to themselves, "Our president's emotional intelligence is truly worrying! It's absolutely terrible. If he really is Ji Yao's brother, hasn't he offended his future brother-in-law with just one sentence?"
Mo Yanyu's eyes darkened, and she tightened her grip on Ji Yao's hands, telling herself not to care and to ignore it, but the murderous aura around her involuntarily intensified.
Does he look like Ji Yao's brother?
And he's the kind of older brother who doesn't look quite like him?
A slight, cool smile curled at the corner of his lips. It seemed this person had a serious problem with their eyes...
Everyone else who witnessed this scene shuddered and shrank back.
Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine...?
It's not even October yet, and it's already so cool and breezy. Looks like I should go back to the dorm and put on some extra clothes.
The boy subconsciously felt a chill run down his neck, but he was oblivious to the impending danger. Death stood before him, stubbornly blocking his way, "You haven't answered my question yet. I can't let you take her away."
Does anyone know who he is?
Mo Yanyu's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer. "Do I need to explain this to you? Why should I?"
The implication is that he has no right to interfere in this matter.
The boy actually thought about it seriously for a moment, frowning in confusion, then after two seconds his brows relaxed, he looked up at Mo Yanyu, and answered with unusually firm eyes.
"Because we are classmates, I have an obligation to know if you are Ji Yao's brother. I will only agree to let you take her away if you can guarantee her safety."
A dozen or so steps behind, the student council members who were closely watching their situation were all facepalming with frustration. What kind of ridiculous answer was that?
President, couldn't you come up with a slightly more plausible excuse?
Their usually brilliant president is actually less emotionally intelligent than a middle school student.
No wonder he's been working with the Minister of Culture for almost three years without making any progress; they're still stuck in the same place.
Others have the advantage of being close to the water, but even his proximity to the water is useless.
This is hopeless, hopeless...
"It's none of your business." Mo Yanyu sneered, her eyes looking at him with a desolate gaze, cold and devoid of any warmth.
He doesn't need to explain to him.
An ordinary classmate who wasn't even a friend actually dared to stand in his way.
Shouldn't he also praise him for his commendable courage?
The boy, whether out of his mind or simply dazed, failed to see the murderous intent in Mo Yanyu's eyes.
He kept repeating the same sentence, "You have to answer my question before I'll let you go."
"Get out of the way." Mo Yanyu frowned, looking very impatient, her usually cold and indifferent eyes becoming incredibly sharp.
He simply didn't have the patience to waste any more time here.
If he hadn't been holding Ji Yao in his arms, he would have kicked this eyesore away long ago. How arrogant! Who does he think he is to Yao Yao?
Those gathered at the conference room door felt a chill run down their spines. This man had come on strong, with a cold and aloof demeanor; a single glance from him was enough to leave them speechless.
The silence was so profound it bordered on oppressive, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Just as the two of them were at an impasse, Ji Yao, who was in Mo Yanyu's arms, unconsciously mumbled, "Yanyan, I feel bad, I feel so bad... Yanyan."
Mo Yanyu's brow twitched. Hearing the unconscious murmurs of the person in her arms, she sighed with a mixture of helplessness and resignation, and whispered in her ear, "Be good, I'll take you to the hospital now."
What could he do? She was his calamity. No matter how hard he tried to avoid her, he couldn't escape her. As soon as she shed a tear, he would offer her his whole heart without reservation.
Seemingly after being coaxed by Mo Yanyu, Ji Yao's muttering gradually subsided, and she became much more well-behaved, but her fair and delicate face grew increasingly red.
"Move aside, don't make me do it a third time." Mo Yanyu was extremely anxious inside, but she remained calm on the surface.
However, her eyes gazed at him with a deep, cold, and indifferent look.
If they don't leave, he can't guarantee he won't resort to violence.
Their powerful aura was even noticed by the student council members who were a dozen steps away.
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