Chapter 70 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy (5)
Xie Rong thoughtfully covered him with a blanket, a pleasant smile playing on her lips. "See you tomorrow."
The next morning at nine o'clock, during the student council's morning meeting, those with sharp eyes noticed that their president's eyes were very red, her pale fingertips were supporting her forehead, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes looked slightly haggard, as if something bad had happened.
As the Minister of the Secretariat of the Student Union, Wang Chengxiu was seated right next to the main seat at the long table on the left. He could see the bloodshot eyes in Xie Rong's eyes when he glanced to the side, as if he hadn't slept all night.
He made a cup of hot milk, held it in his palm until it cooled down, and then placed it next to Xie Rong. "What's wrong?"
The other ministers who were preparing for the meeting all looked over.
Xie Rong sighed, barely suppressing the urge to curl his lips into a smile. "This morning, my bodyguard saw that new student from yesterday had his legs broken and was left in an alley while on patrol. I don't know who could be so ruthless."
"Fortunately, it was discovered in time. I have sent him to the school hospital. The school doctor said his leg can still be treated, which is a blessing in disguise."
To ensure that the nobles in the academy receive the best treatment, the school hospital has been equipped with a top-notch team of doctors and medical equipment.
However, for specially admitted students, the medical fees at the university hospital are too expensive, especially the most famous doctors there, who are simply not within their reach.
“President, you’re too kind,” said the head of the Arts and Entertainment Department, who had a silver badge on his chest and still had yesterday’s injuries on his face. “He was so disrespectful to you yesterday. Even if you save him, he won’t thank you for being such a poor guy who only gets a special admission spot by squeezing out the top from the common people.”
"Now that we're all classmates at Pallen Academy, let's not say things like that again," Xie Rong said calmly. "I don't know who did it, but since this matter originated from the student council, I will take full responsibility for it."
He's so smart.
Xie Rong picked up the glass of warm milk and slowly savored its sweetness.
Breaking Lu Siyu's leg and then healing it not only enhanced his false reputation but also vented his anger.
While drinking milk, Xie Rong glanced disdainfully at the nobles on both sides of the long table.
These fools, who were completely manipulated by him, only deserve to sit to his left and right.
After the morning meeting, no one left. Instead, they followed Xie Rong to the school hospital, ostensibly to visit him.
But each of them harbored different wicked intentions.
Xie Rong pushed open the door to the ward, smiled at the person on the bed, and said, "Good morning."
Lu Siyu's eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head away with a dark expression.
No one will feel good if they see the culprit first thing in the morning.
"What do you mean? Our president kindly saved you, and you still..." The Minister of Culture and Entertainment stepped forward angrily, but was pulled back by Xie Rong.
“Suqin, that’s enough,” he said gently.
Su Qin stole a glance at the slender, fair hand on his sleeve, his ears turned red, and he mumbled, "I know... I know, President."
Xie Rong walked to the bedside and sat down, casually picked up an apple from the fruit basket, and began to peel it.
He held a fruit knife, cut off a small piece, and held it to Lu Siyu's lips. Their eyes met, and only Lu Siyu could see the malice beneath his gentle mask. "Open your mouth."
Forced into a corner, the lone wolf had no choice but to lie low for the time being, conceal its ferocity, and bow down to its enemy.
Lu Siyu bit into the apple, staring at the person cutting apples by the bedside, and forced himself to swallow it while suppressing his nausea.
Meanwhile, a new post appeared on the campus forum.
It refreshes continuously at a rate of dozens of messages per second.
Poster: [Image] Anyone who understands, I watched the president feed that ungrateful jerk an apple with my own eyes, I wish I could break my own legs and then frame the student council.
The picture is a candid photo of Xie Rong sitting sideways in front of a hospital bed. One side of his long hair is tucked behind his ear, revealing a ruby earring engraved with the words "Xie Rong". Sunlight shines in from the window, making the tips of his snow-white ears appear slightly red.
Comments section:
The president's hands are so white when he holds the knife; they'd look even whiter if he held mine.
Even though the student council president skipped a grade and is a year younger than us, the way he cuts an apple is so gentle that I can't help but call him "Mommy... Little Mommy..."
[Her profile is absolutely stunning... The president's lips look so full and red, like they've been swollen.]
[It's okay if it's really swollen, right? The president is so kind; he'll forgive me as long as I apologize properly, since he seduced me first.]
[Your waist is so slim! Finally, a new picture! I've edited the last one so many times.]
[*It's no use if it's ruined, just be happy. Anyone who dares to make a move openly will face retribution from those three; they'll make sure you're dead.]
What's going on?
[Is that a freshman upstairs? Two years ago, a nouveau riche kid came to our college. The day before, he cornered Young Master Xie, who wasn't even the student council president yet, and confessed his love to him. The next day, his family went bankrupt, and supposedly, his face was disfigured. To this day, no one knows who did it.]
My crush is graduating from college next year, right? I'll miss him so much.
Who did it?
[Who else could it be? It's just a few people who wanted to help someone get revenge and curry favor, but in the end, they ended up benefiting others.]
[Who did this? I really want to know! Can't you please stop dragging our student council president down? Can't we just let him stay in the student council in peace? He disappeared again during the morning meeting today. I had to beg our department head to let me in for the meeting.]
[Hehehe, I have a terrible idea that will definitely find out who did it. DM me if you want to join.]
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Not long after Xie Rong left the ward, the door was kicked open from the outside again.
Several students with silver badges around their necks strolled in. They gave the person on the hospital bed a sarcastic look, then exchanged a knowing smile.
"You are Lu Siyu?" one of them asked.
Lu Siyu was applying medicine to the wound on the back of his hand that Xie Rong had stepped on. Upon hearing this, he merely glanced at them and expressionlessly wrapped a bandage around his left hand.
"What, you think you can look down on us just because you've gotten on Chairman Xie's good side?" The boy in the lead walked over and grabbed Lu Siyu's collar. "Hey, do you know that the slovenly smell you give off is almost making the school hospital stink?"
The group laughed, seemingly maintaining the self-righteous dignity of noble children even in their laughter, but in reality, they were already corrupt and degenerate without realizing it.
"If you still want to stay here and get your leg healed in peace, that's not impossible, as long as you do one thing for us."
Lu Siyu watched as one of them pulled a pinhole-sized camera from his pocket and clipped it to the collar of his hospital gown.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone still cold and his expression wary.
“Of course it’s for doing good deeds,” the leading student chuckled, his eyes half-closed, a deep infatuation rising in them. “From now on, whenever Chairman Xie comes to see you, pin this to your collar.”
“We need to keep an eye on you. Who knows if a special admission student like you will take advantage of the situation and do something disrespectful to our president!” another person chimed in.
Lu Siyu lowered his eyes and stared at the inconspicuous black spot on the collar.
Before he could even come up with a plan, someone had already delivered a way to get revenge on Xie Rong to his door.
Chairman Xie, Young Master Xie, how long can you maintain your hypocritical facade?
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