"Ah..." Li Mengjie screamed, "Xue Jiu, you’re so annoying, you got my hair all wet. Hmph, believe it or not, if I go to school tomorrow and say that a transfer student took your first kiss, it will be fun once it gets to Wang Shuze’s ears."
Ling Xuejiu felt genuinely disconcerted and said, "You... if you dare to spread that rumor, I’ll sever ties with you!"
"That serious, huh? Well... okay, I won’t say anything." Li Mengjie was deliberately teasing Ling Xuejiu and again giggled, "Xue Jiu, what does a kiss from your Cold Bodyguard actually feel like?"
"You little devil, go to hell..."
"Haha!"
"..."
As the night passed and morning came, Leng Xuan’s body had recovered quite a bit, but his complexion still looked a little off. Healing Master Ling this time really drained his vital energy, his cultivation level had regressed by two or three years at least. However, he had known this would be the outcome the moment he decided to save the Old Master, so it didn’t affect his mood.
What surprised Leng Xuan was that when he opened his room door and stepped out, Ling Xuejiu and Li Mengjie were already up. Seeing him, Li Mengjie said, "You’re up, you look much better. Heehee, let’s not bother with cooking breakfast this morning, just some milk and bread will do."
Leng Xuan smiled faintly, didn’t say much, and the three of them had breakfast and went to school.
Xu Renjie spent a whole day lying in the hospital, fuming inside. One of the Tenglong Five Tyrants, humiliated by a transfer student—it was really damn frustrating. Last night, he had called Niu Peng and Zhou Qiang, wanting them to go to school today. It seemed he was planning revenge against Leng Xuan.
During the early self-study period, Li Mengjie and Ling Xuejiu were seriously reading their books, whereas Leng Xuan lay down on his desk, asleep. Suddenly, "bang," the door was kicked open, and Xu Renjie walked in with his two sidekicks looking anything but friendly.
The classmates, who were reading, glanced toward the door and went back to their books upon seeing Xu Renjie. It seemed they were quite accustomed to his habit of kicking doors open and found nothing unusual about it!
"Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan..." Zhao Xiaotian nudged the sleeping Leng Xuan and whispered, "Xu Renjie and his guys are here."
Leng Xuan just grunted and didn’t look up. Zhao Xiaotian, getting anxious, was about to speak again when Zhou Qiang gave him a glare. He turned back around, took a book, and began reading, clearly somewhat intimidated.
"Boss, where’s that guy!" Niu Peng pointed at Leng Xuan.
"Do you think I’m blind?" Xu Renjie was inexplicably furious, thinking to himself: Is that bumpkin too damn arrogant? He knows I’m here but doesn’t even bother to look up; isn’t that a clear sign of contempt?
For some reason, although he had planned to teach Leng Xuan a lesson as soon as he got to class, now he found himself hesitant to make a move, perhaps intimidated by Leng Xuan’s indifference. Just as he was brimming with anger with nowhere to vent it, someone bumped into him from behind. Turning around, he saw it was Jack, the African who had betrayed him, and he exploded, shouting, "Damn! You still dare to show up in class? Motherfucker, you betray me and now you’re asking for death, aren’t you?"
These past two days, the number of favorites on my phone has been growing slowly, so I’m feeling a bit down, dear...