"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Since the boy had entered Senior Year Class Two, he gently tapped the basketball, his tall frame standing straight like an iron tower. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up, wearing a mocking smile that seemed both lazy and arrogant.
In an instant, almost all the girls in Senior Year Class Two, except for Ling Xuejiu, had their eyes fixed on the boy. Some girls made heart-eyed faces and cooed, "Wow, he’s so handsome!"
"It’s him, Gao Jun."
"No wonder he’s one of Tenglong’s three heartthrobs, so cool!"
"Oh my god, how come Gao Jun is in our class? Oh, damn it, I wouldn’t have come to school without makeup on if I’d known."
Some girls quickly took out mirrors, combs, and compact powders from their desk drawers and hurriedly started to apply makeup and arrange their hair.
Calmly, the boy spoke up, emphasizing each word rhythmically. "Who... is Leng Xuan?"
His soft voice contained not a hint of human emotion, oozing charm that made dozens of girls’ hearts race and left them infatuated.
Li Mengjie had already had an inkling of what was going on since Gao Jun had walked in, and at his words, she couldn’t help but look back at Leng Xuan with a strange smile of anticipation, nudging Ling Xuejiu next to her, who was playing a game on a luxury brand phone. She whispered with a laugh, "Xue Jiu, there’s a good show to watch. Gao Jun is well-known in school for his Thai boxing skills. Although he’s not on par with Wang Shuze and Tang Mo, he’s still quite a big shot. Do you think your Cold Bodyguard can beat him?"
Ling Xuejiu, annoyed at being disturbed while gaming, gave Li Mengjie a glare and rolled her eyes. "Whether he can beat him or not is none of my business, stop bothering me!" Though she spoke this way, she couldn’t help but look towards Leng Xuan, also curious. If Leng Xuan, who had previously fended off Wang Shuze with a single punch, were to face off against Gao Jun now, what would his strength be like?
Leng Xuan was actually chatting with Zhao Xiaotian, but then Gao Jun had suddenly appeared, calling him out by name. He sighed softly, lifted his head slightly, and glanced at Gao Jun, who lounged against the lectern with a leather basketball in his arms. He noticed that the boy really was quite handsome, with a distinct air of aristocracy, no wonder the girls in class were going crazy over him.
Rising to his feet, Leng Xuan met the other’s gaze and said casually, "I am."
He didn’t recognize Gao Jun, but the astonished exclamations of the girls in class had already revealed his name, and previously when the classmates had been gossiping about him dating Su Yurou, they had mentioned Gao Jun’s two-year-long pursuit of Yurou, leading Leng Xuan to somewhat guess Gao Jun’s intentions.
True to form, Gao Jun’s eyebrows raised, and his sharp, cold eyes scanned Leng Xuan. Seeing that the boy in front of him was dressed in shabby clothes, just like the rumors described, a mere bumpkin, he frowned slightly with a hint of derisive scorn on his lips and said in a voice that was both cold and slow, "Listen, Su Yurou is mine. No one else is allowed to approach her!"
The frosty voice carried the air of an ancient emperor’s decree, filled with contempt for all beings!
Having spoken, Gao Jun turned to leave, knowing well that there were few in the school who dared to disobey his words, so he felt no need to stay any longer.
To beat up that kid? It would only diminish his status, and he was someone who took his status very seriously.
"Is that so?" Just as Gao Jun had reached the doorway, leaving only his silhouette behind, a faint voice tinged with a touch of mockery drifted through the air. "What if I consider your words to be nothing but a fart, what would the consequences be?" Brothers, I need your recommendations, favorites, and comments.