Chapter 69 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 4
Lu Siyu's jaw was roughly pried open by two bodyguards wearing white gloves.
His jaw was clenched, his back was arched, his muscles were tense, and his eyes beneath his bangs were filled with rage.
If looks could kill, Xie Rong would have been killed countless times by now.
A dark green suit uniform was draped over Xie Rong's shoulders. Perhaps because he was wearing a shirt clip, the hem of his white shirt was neatly tucked into his dark black suit trousers, so it wouldn't be pulled out even when Xie Rong bent over.
He swirled the deep red wine in the glass and expressionlessly fed it to Lu Siyu.
[Protagonist's Pain Level +5]
Before the other person could even swallow, the liquor spilled from their mouth and dripped onto the ground.
"Look at you, you've made a mess of the wine everywhere," Xie Rong glanced at the spilled wine on the ground. "How could you be so wasteful? Do you know how many of your worthless lives this glass of wine could buy?"
Lu Siyu's eyes were bloodshot from choking on the alcohol, and he glared at him fiercely.
The seemingly kind student council president in front of you is actually the most venomous snake in Pallen Academy.
The viper, with his handsome face, smiled at him, his eyes crinkling. The irregular, light-colored crescent-shaped birthmark on his cheekbone made him appear so innocent, yet his words were incredibly vicious: "Make him lick the wine off the ground."
The two bodyguards were taken aback. "How are you supposed to lick this?"
Two idiots.
Xie Rong leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes, and said impatiently, "He'll lick it however Dora licks it."
Dora is a dog that Xie Rong keeps on the manor, and she is treated better than most people in the aristocratic circle.
Two bodyguards tried to pin Lu Siyu down, but his body was like a steel plate, and they couldn't push him down.
"Useless," Xie Rong said coldly.
The student council president, who appears kind and gentle to outsiders, vents his frustrations once he returns to the villa.
He stood up and stood at Lu Siyu's feet, smiling as he raised his foot and stepped on Lu Siyu's head, slowly stomping the other's head to the ground.
He lowered his eyes and watched Lu Siyu panting heavily, his face pressed into the wine, his dark eyes still staring at him gloomily beneath his messy bangs.
"You're nothing but a toy that Pallen took in out of pity. When he's in a good mood, he'll give you a scholarship; when he's in a bad mood, you're the lowest servant in the academy. And you dare to go against me at the banquet?" Xie Rong tilted his head, his eyes innocent and seemingly puzzled. "Are you worthy?"
Lu Siyu raised his hand, his fingers trembling, trying to grab his ankle.
Xie Rong swiftly withdrew her foot, then stepped on Lu Siyu's hand, gently grinding it, and couldn't help but crinkle her eyes, "A cornered dog will bite, won't it?"
Lu Siyu remained silent, as if he felt no pain.
“I’ll give you two choices: either I’ll have your legs broken so you can crawl out of Pallen Academy and never bother me again, or… become my dog and fill the void when Dora isn’t around.”
After speaking, Xie Rong turned around and sat back on the sofa, sinking into it completely, her eyes reddening with a hint of sensuality, patiently waiting for the other person's answer.
However, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Lu Siyu put all his strength into it and instead delivered an over-the-shoulder throw to the bodyguard.
"Your dogs aren't any better." The tall young man's expression was gloomy as he straightened his dislocated wrist with his bare hands and wiped the blood from his forehead.
Perhaps due to puberty, Lu Siyu's voice was excessively hoarse, so he didn't like to talk, but when he did, he liked to say harsh things.
Young men who are agile and too young often think that they can scare away their enemies and escape unscathed by being fierce and aggressive.
Unfortunately, Xie Rong's villa was never short of servants willing to go through fire and water for him.
Even the most formidable lone wolf can only lie down or kneel here; it cannot stand.
Finally, Lu Siyu was tightly bound with rope by a group of bodyguards, and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.
“Look, you’ve made the wrong decision,” Xie Rong said, propping his head up with one hand. “You’re about to lose both your legs.”
Despite being younger than him, she couldn't hide the bloodshot in her eyes when she heard this, no matter how cold she tried to appear.
The world's plot is clearly written: the protagonist is merely disguised as a special student by royal orders, but he is also a member of the royal family. He has been living outside the royal family and is not recognized by the royal family because of his mother. He is about to complete the mission and find out the truth so that he can gain the royal family's recognition, inherit the throne, and walk the path of the dragon overlord paved for him by the heavens. How could he be willing to have his legs broken and be driven out?
But Xie Rong had already given him a chance.
Isn't that right?
Xie Rong took the orange juice brought by the butler, took a leisurely sip, and said casually, "Break his legs."
[Host, aren't we being a bit too cruel?] The white slime covered its face. [What if the main storyline collapses completely?]
“Then let’s just break one,” Xie Rong said, squinting. “You can take the other one for him.”
Let's interrupt both of them then.
Lu Siyu was dragged away.
Xie Rong savored the memory of the protagonist being dragged away, and those particularly terrifying eyes staring at him, and couldn't help but feel excited.
I love it so much, I love it so much.
Whether it was the intense hatred, anger, or disgust in those eyes, they all made him almost climax with pleasure.
These emotions are collectively referred to as pain in the system's detection.
Xie Rong drank orange juice, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding, and her eyes half-closed.
He was like a naive boy in love, if you ignored the fact that he had just ordered someone to break Lu Siyu's legs.
Ten minutes later.
[Congratulations, host! The protagonist's pain level has increased by 50.]
When the butler came to report, he couldn't wait to go to the basement.
In the pale light, Lu Siyu lay on the dilapidated wooden bed, his lips pale and his breathing intermittent, only his eyes filled with hatred, still fixed on him.
Xie Rong walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled as she reached out her hand.
A soft hand, carrying the fresh scent of oranges, gently touched Lu Siyu's sharply defined face.
"Kill me if you dare," Lu Siyu continued to threaten, "Otherwise..."
His words came to an abrupt halt, his face flushed crimson, and even his breathing stopped.
The student council president, whose leg had just been broken, actually lowered his head and kissed his eyelid.
Xie Rong stood very close to him, her eyelids drooping, and casually stroked his head. "Does it hurt a lot? If you're good and act like my little puppy, it won't hurt anymore, right?"
That decadent, sweet fragrance was pervasive, like venom clinging to Lu Siyu's very bones, making him tremble uncontrollably.
It's like punishing a disobedient dog and then arrogantly giving it a date.
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