Chapter 116 Nobles 14
Pei Wei took off his coat, revealing a sweat-soaked black bodysuit underneath that accentuated his strong and muscular physique.
This body is full of violence and is extremely intimidating.
Pei Wei spent most of his day boxing and drinking to vent his energy and numb his senses. He was interrupted halfway through a boxing session by a message from Lu Xuejin. Already dissatisfied, he scoffed at the sound of her voice.
"So willing to do that? Aren't you afraid I'll hurt him?"
His gaze shifted, locking onto the silence. He twitched his neck, exuding a nervous urge from head to toe.
"It seems your master doesn't cherish you very much."
He slowly clenched his fist.
He silently took off his glasses.
Lu Xuejin casually picked up the glasses and put them on. The gold-rimmed glasses framed the clear and bright sapphire blue lenses, adding to his elegant aristocratic demeanor.
Lu Xuejin asked with a smile, "Will it get damaged?"
Silently shaking his head, his eyes calm and unwavering, he clearly didn't take Pei Wei's threat seriously.
Pei Wei: "..."
The sight of these two being all lovey-dovey is really an eyesore.
His expression grew increasingly cold, and the bloodshot veins in the whites of his eyes were terrifying. He suddenly took a step forward.
Thud—
Surprisingly, the specially admitted student's physical abilities matched his physique.
Although Pei Wei was mentally unstable, he was very calm when he fought. His first few punches were full of ruthlessness and extraordinary momentum, attacking vital points quickly, ruthlessly and accurately.
Silently bent down to avoid the fist the size of a sandbag, leaned back slightly, and decisively thrust his elbow upward, but Pei Wei nimbly dodged it.
After this round of probing, both of them had a better understanding of the situation.
When fists and feet clash, there's no way to avoid it. Besides, Lu Xue has spoken; if we keep dodging, wouldn't that look bad?
The fist slammed into Shen Mo's forearm, which was blocking the attack, making a dull thud. Pei Wei chuckled cruelly, his silent face remaining expressionless, showing no sign of pain, though his eyes narrowed slightly.
His blocking movements were concise and effective, wasting almost no energy. Pei Wei's attacks came down like a storm, but most of them missed or were blocked. Occasionally, a few grazed Mo's cheekbone or neck, but they obviously did not cause any real damage.
After several rounds, Pei Wei's breathing gradually became heavy, but the rhythm of his silence remained unchanged.
Lu Xuejin watched with a smile from behind. When Pei Wei paused, she said, "Pei Wei, be careful. He's my top henchman, a veteran of countless battles."
The way he looked at Shen Mo was so tender, as if he were gazing at a beloved person, yet he was cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
On what grounds?
Why should I?!
Pei Wei's anger burned ever brighter. His mind had been damaged by years of rage, and from then on, any slight movement concerning Lu Xuejin could make him lose his temper.
He spotted an opening and threw a hook straight for Mo Chen's jaw. Mo Chen tilted his head slightly with even greater speed, letting the fist graz his skin. As he bent over and stood up, his left fist, like a lurking viper, silently struck Pei Wei in the ribs.
The punch was incredibly powerful and landed in a tricky spot. Anyone else would have been stunned and in pain, but Pei Wei seemed oblivious to the pain, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, living up to his nickname "Mad Dog."
But this is clearly insignificant compared to the battle-hardened silence.
Dong Yao, with keen insight, commented: "Your husband's skills were honed on the battlefield; the simplest yet most efficient killing techniques. Pei Wei's punches are decent, but he clearly hasn't seen much blood; he's destined to fail."
Why do you enjoy watching fights that have absolutely no entertainment value?
Lu Xuejin exhaled a breath of warm air, which fogged up his glasses. He took off his glasses and rubbed them haphazardly with his fingertips, but instead of removing the fog, he left even more streaks.
"What do you know?" Lu Xuejin smiled wickedly, staring directly into Pei Wei's glance. "What's beautiful isn't the fists, but the blood, the fire, and the love."
【like? 】
I don't understand this stuff at all, and I don't want to understand it.
In the latter half of the night, snowflakes began to fall, fluttering down from the sky.
Lu Xuejin held the snowflakes in her hands, watching intently as they fell silently and melted.
"Pfft." He helped with the voiceover.
The sound of a fist landing on a person is probably similar.
The snow fell more and more, faster and faster, piling up on Lu Xuejin's silky golden hair in the blink of an eye, forming a pure white crown.
The punches came faster and faster.
Pei Wei's blood volume increased, and as heat was lost, his body finally could not withstand his mad emotions.
He was thrown to the ground, his cheek pressed against the icy, biting snow. His vision was blurred and swaying due to bloodshot eyes, but he still stubbornly raised his eyes, looking beyond the silence at Lu Xuejin.
The other person stood under the warm light, tall and elegant. The warm yellow light gave him a soft, fuzzy edge, making him look so gentle and harmless.
His eyes crinkled into a smile, pure and innocent.
Raise your hands and applaud their wonderful performance.
Pei Wei wanted to laugh, but when he opened his mouth, it was full of blood and foam, and he could only make hoarse gasps in his throat.
In all his years at Silver Oak, he had always been the one hitting others, never the other way around—Pei Wei had never been so humiliated.
If those idiots saw him now, they'd be shocked, then they'd gloat. The truly fearless ones would probably take pictures and post them online, mocking him until next winter.
But the culprit showed no excitement on his face. He simply got up calmly and walked naturally to Lu Xuejin's side, falling half a step behind.
The glasses that had been taken from him were returned to his hands, but they were clearly no longer wearable. He smiled helplessly in silence.
To Pei Wei, that smile was nothing but smugness.
After all, Lu Xuejin has always been indifferent to people, without even being affectionate, let alone playing pranks.
He saw Lu Xuejin's beautiful eyes, which were curved in a smile, but when he glanced at her, there was a blank indifference in her eyes. There was no pleasure, no hatred, and not even much interest in them.
"See, I warned you to be careful." Lu Xuejin bent down slightly, her gaze sweeping over Pei Wei, and let out a pitying sigh. "Now, you'll have to stay in the hospital for at least half a month."
Pei Wei smirked. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
Lu Xuejin frowned almost imperceptibly between her brows.
Silence immediately followed with a punch.
Pei Wei was too weak to resist and let the fists draw out more blood.
“You guys are really in sync, cough cough—” Pei Wei coughed wildly, but no matter how much blood and foam he spat out, it couldn’t seal his mouth shut. “Gentle president? Haha, Lu Xuejin, those idiots were completely fooled by you. In reality, you are self-centered, cold-hearted, and do whatever you want, not taking anyone seriously. Have you ever really looked at them?!”
Lu Xuejin yawned out of boredom.
"You never came to school before your little pet showed up, and those idiots were waiting for you. Now that you're finally here, you just treat them like props for playing with your pet. Am I right? Cough cough, a bunch of fools!"
As he spoke, Pei Wei couldn't help but think of what he had seen on the tree hole before leaving home.
[I love the student council president in winter, does anyone understand?>< The student council president in the snow really has that white moonlight vibe, pale, indifferent, aloof and untouchable, like she might abandon us at any moment... (Stacked Armor: It's not that the student council president herself is cold, it's her aura!)]
[Leng Baiyue is really captivating! Although Jin Bao's appearance and personality aren't cold, perhaps it's because we're too far removed from him, always gazing at Jin Bao in his radiance from afar, a world apart, unable to get close, creating a subtle sense of estrangement.]
[It's even better that the president treats everyone equally, without any favoritism!]
[I hate the bright moon! The bright moon shines on me? Fine, fine!]
[Actually, he's quite the sweet and gentle Bai Yue. Jin Bao's smile is so beautiful, with those little dimples, he's so adorable I just want to kiss him to death.]
【Our Silver Oak's unique sun and moon.】
White moonlight?
Pei Wei laughed silently and maniacally, then suddenly stopped.
Is there anything more ironic than this?
“I knew it all along, I knew you were a beautiful monster, evil, cruel, and inhuman. Only fools believed how gentle you were,” he murmured.
How ironic. He couldn't help but fall in love with such a beautiful monster.
From our first meeting to every subsequent one, I loved him sadly and hopelessly.
The flames of agony twisted and boiled, burning fiercely in his chest and brain, consuming his morality and reason.
Pei Wei couldn't even move a finger; his entire body was numb and cold, as if he had fallen into the River Styx. But there was a slow, warm current flowing through his chest, which grew hotter and hotter under Lu Xuejin's condescending gaze.
And yet, she couldn't help but love him even more.
Even when Pei Wei was sober, he would berate himself for being despicable.
But then, the surging love in her heart suddenly transformed, swallowed up by a barrage of negative emotions including intense hatred, resentment, anger, self-mockery, and despair.
Here we go again!!
Pei Wei's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and broken, each word squeezed out from deep in his throat, "You won't even allow me to love you!"
A sudden, intense wave of nausea struck Pei Wei, causing him to curl up violently and dry heave uncontrollably.
He vomited violently, tears mixed with blood smearing his face, and roared even more frantically, "I'm not even allowed to love you! Why! Why!"
The feeling of love being forced to turn into hate is unbearable, and even after experiencing it countless times, Pei Wei still cannot endure it.
[…It’s so miserable. 】
"Isn't it interesting?" Lu Xuejin said in a tone of sharing a toy. He didn't care at all about Pei Wei's breakdown. He put his finger to his lips and said softly, "Pei Wei, keep your voice down, don't disturb others."
After saying that, he took out his phone, pointed the camera at Pei Wei, and said, "Let's take a picture to remember this moment."
They also found Lu Chen's contact information.
A few minutes later, Lu Chen appeared under the streetlight.
"Senior, take him back."
Hearing that title again, Lu Chen's heart still fluttered.
He stepped aside, bowed to Lu Xuejin, and watched him leave in silence, his gaze lingering for a moment on the special admission student's red and bloodied hand.
Lu Chen rushed toward Pei Wei, who lay on the ground barely recognizable as a human. His eyes were unfocused, and he was muttering incoherently.
"Why...because...I love you...Xu..."
Lu Chen practically dragged Pei Wei back to the boxing room.
Once inside, he wiped the sweat from his brow and immediately contacted the Pei family's doctor.
"What white moonlight!" Pei Wei suddenly sat up, his eyes twitching nervously, pretending to be crazy.
He suddenly looked up at Lu Chen and said in a strange tone, "You like it too, don't you?"
Lu Chen's fingers, gripping the phone, froze for a moment, too frightened to reply.
If Pei Wei were to assume that he harbored designs on Lu Xuejin, his fate would be... Several images of him being forced to drop out of school in a sorry state flashed through his mind.
Seeing his ugly smile, Pei Wei also laughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said coldly, "Useless!"
Lu Chen lowered his eyes, maintaining a docile demeanor, and followed the doctor's instructions to treat Pei Wei's wounds.
Is it useless?
Lu Chen encountered Lu Xuejin when she first enrolled in school. At that time, the young man was alone, and some dissolute young men, attracted by his good looks, swaggered to the side and stopped him, asking for his contact information with frivolous words.
"Whose child are you? Or are you a special admission student? Let's be friends. I'll take you to the entrance banquet, where there are many upperclassmen and upperclasswomen."
That person was handsome and charming, treating the school like a harem. His family background was indeed enough for him to act domineeringly in the circle.
Lu Chen had clashed with him several times, and was surrounded and beaten bloody by him and his men on several occasions.
Seeing the young man who was blocked from leaving, his eyes downcast, looking timid and pitiful, Lu Chen wanted to go forward to help him.
He had it all planned out: first, he would stop the man and let the young man run away. Even if the man surrounded him and beat him up again, it wouldn't matter. As long as he wasn't killed, it would be a win.
Perhaps we could try asking him to be a friend?
At that moment, Lu Chen felt inexplicably happy just thinking about it, even if he was about to be beaten up, he didn't care.
Unexpectedly, a large group of people arrived immediately, disrupting his plans. Even more unexpectedly, before the next day, his enemies had vanished without a trace.
Later, when he became a henchman, Lu Chen learned of the other man's fate—his tongue was cut out, his limbs were broken, and after being sent back to his family, they dared not take him in and exiled him to the countryside to fend for himself.
"His family is stupid too, raising their son to be so arrogant, daring to offend even that Lu family member." Lu Chen's former leader swirled his wine glass, his eyes filled with envy. "The Lu family is an enemy state..."
After finishing a glass of wine, the eldest brother glanced at him drunkenly and said earnestly, "Xiao Lu, I have high hopes for you. You are flexible and capable. Unlike me, I just rely on my family to live a life of ease. You have been helping me all this time, and I am grateful to you. The young master of the Lu family is someone I can never reach. To put it bluntly, I am not even qualified to be his servant—you shouldn't think too much about it."
Lu Chen laughed and said, "How could a small fry like me dare to dream of climbing up to the young master? I was just hot-blooded at the time and wanted to help out. The young master probably didn't even see me."
"Hahaha, it's good that you've figured it out. Don't let this get out of your mind, or I really won't be able to protect you."
Later, the eldest brother introduced him to the Pei family, and he rose to prominence overnight.
Lu Chen thought Lu Xuejin wouldn't recognize him, since he had been hiding in a corner and hadn't taken any action. Even later, when he met Lu Xuejin thanks to his employer, he didn't think the high and mighty young master of the Lu family would pay attention to a lowly henchman.
At most, people would think he was a student in the same grade as them.
However, however—
"Senior."
Lu Chen walked out of the hospital, closed his eyes tightly, and gave a bitter smile.
Maybe I really am a piece of trash.
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