Chapter 66 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 1
Dark clouds pressed down on the library's hemispherical dome, and the torrential rain and thunder rose and fell in waves, drowning out the muffled thuds of flesh rolling down the stairs.
The students walking past the stairs were all dressed in dark green suits. This unusual welcome ceremony for new students did not conform to Pallen College's people-oriented teaching philosophy, but they seemed to take it for granted and ignored it, only glancing at it before laughing and leaving.
"How could you be so careless?" Three boys walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace. The boy in the lead had a golden eagle emblem pinned to his chest. He kicked the person on the ground and said in a casual tone with a smile, "Did you deliberately roll down the stairs to wait for him to save you?"
“My senior asked me to supervise the discipline of studying in the library. You ignored the student council rules and disobeyed the student council’s control first. He hates bullying classmates who don’t follow the rules. If he finds out what happened today, he will definitely be unhappy.” The young man’s hair was pulled up by the boy’s follower, revealing his bruised and swollen face. He gritted his teeth, but there was no fear on his face. “No wonder he hates you so much.”
"No wonder you're a lackey trained by the student council," something must have stepped on his tail. The boy's gleaming leather shoes pressed down on his face, his narrow eyes narrowed, a dark cloud hanging between his prominent brow bones. "Since—"
He suddenly paused.
The heavy doors of the library were slowly pushed open from the outside, and the wind and cold rain rushed in, making the carefully styled hair of the group of people look disheveled.
Pallen College has very strict rules, including a strict ban on students driving onto the college grounds, but this rule is obviously an exception for visitors.
A waiter in a black suit and vest respectfully opened the car door for him, while holding an umbrella in one hand to ensure that the person getting out of the car would not get wet from the cold raindrops.
It was already night, and it was very dark outside. Under the streetlights, one could only vaguely see the slender waist of the person under the umbrella and the pale finger bones hanging naturally at their side.
He walked into the library, and a waiter beside him folded his umbrella. He thanked the waiter, who blushed with embarrassment.
"Xie Rong," the boy stared intently at the newcomer's pale and beautiful face, his gaze tracing from the tip of her upturned nose to her sharp chin that could be encircled by one hand, a strong interest rising in his eyes, "What, here to play the Bodhisattva and save all sentient beings again?"
Xie Rong walked over, his soft bangs partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, making him appear exceptionally gentle, yet not too approachable.
He also wore a golden eagle emblem on his chest and walked straight past the boy without paying him any attention.
Her waist-length hair swayed in the wind, brushing against the boy's nose.
The boy licked his lips, reached out and hooked a strand of hair, but the carefully maintained hair slipped easily through his fingers like silk.
The boy turned his head and watched as Xie Rong reached out and helped the person on the ground up.
"Thank you, senior," the person who was helped up said, bowing their head and revealing slightly red ear tips, trying hard to hide their face covered in bruises.
After Xie Rong helped him up, she quickly withdrew her hand without leaving a trace, seemingly unaware of the other's disappointed and melancholy gaze.
"Obstructing student council work and bullying classmates," Xie Rong smiled. "Xu Xi, is there nothing else you've done besides these two things?"
Xu Xi slumped back lazily, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at him with a defiant raised eyebrow, "Then find me something to do?"
Xie Rong looked around, picked up a broom from a corner, and tossed it into Xu Xi's arms. "Parlen is big. You can start sweeping from the north gate."
After saying that, he didn't look at Xu Xi's darkened face, but turned to the student council member with a bruised and swollen face and said gently, "Come with me, don't be afraid."
He led the person to the car, waited for the waiter to bring the first-aid kit, carefully applied medicine to the wound on the face, and patiently calmed the person down before saying goodbye.
The black sedan drove away from the library, and the young man who got out of the car stood there, standing in the rain, staring blankly as it left.
Inside the car, Xie Rong leaned back in the back seat, glancing down at the wet footprints by the car door. "After we get to the dorm, wash the car inside and out."
He paused for a moment, then smiled and casually explained, "Maybe it's because of the heavy rain today, but there's a nauseating musty smell in the car. Didn't you smell it?"
The waiter driving the car responded in a low voice, without arguing, even though the car had just been washed when he left home that day.
The black sedan smoothly drove into the villa area.
As the empire's top boarding school, Pallen Academy attracts almost all the noble children of the empire to study here, and naturally provides students with excellent accommodation conditions.
To ensure the satisfaction of all nobles, the academy, from its inception, created colored badges for its students to represent different ranks, based on the strict and insurmountable hierarchical structure among the nobles.
Gold is the best, followed by silver, then purple, and finally blue.
Only four students in the entire academy possess the gold badge, and the academy has specially designated a villa area for these four students, with each student receiving a villa.
Xie Rong's residence in the southern district is his private villa dormitory.
As soon as the car came to a stop, the butler, who had been waiting for a long time, kindly opened the car door for him.
The housekeeper was someone his family insisted on assigning to take care of his daily life. Of course, Xie Rong did feel that his family members were more to his liking, so he didn't refuse.
As soon as he entered the villa, the smile on his face vanished completely, his soft forehead and eyebrows lost their gentleness, and his gloom was like the dark clouds piling up outside the window.
Xie Rong went straight up to the second floor and into the bedroom. He pushed open the bathroom door and stopped in front of the sink.
He stared at his bloodshot eyelids in the mirror, turned on the tap, pressed the hand sanitizer and disinfectant, rubbed his ten fingers together to create bubbles, and rinsed them clean with water.
He was already very skilled at this process, but after the seventh time, he accidentally broke the already delicate and thin skin on his finger joints.
The slight stinging sensation acted like a switch, causing Xie Rong, who was already on edge, to completely break down.
He grabbed the glass bottle containing orange-scented hand sanitizer and smashed it on the ground, his eyes red with anger and glistening with tears.
The butler, who was holding a towel and about to come in, stopped in his tracks.
"How much longer must I put up with these lowly special admissions students?" Xie Rong's voice trembled slightly as he nervously brushed his hands with a brush he had deliberately made with soft bristles. "He actually dared to touch me with those filthy hands covered in calluses, and he didn't even refuse when I applied medicine to his hands!"
"So filthy...so filthy...I can imagine how much dirty, lowly garbage his hand has touched, and that broom, I actually had to get it myself, is he blind?"
“Young Master, the car has been sent for cleaning,” the butler comforted him gently, stepping forward to smooth his slightly disheveled collar. “Young Master is the most outstanding and perfect heir of the Xie family. Everything you have done today is only to make the path you take when you inherit the family in the future easier, so that those people will have nothing to say.”
Xie Rong gradually calmed down.
The butler was right; nothing was more important than his perfect aristocratic demeanor.
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