The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

The back gate of St. Lia's Academy.

The first vehicle to rush into the school gate was Lu Ran's motorcycle.

The silver-gray car, its engine roaring, ripped through the afternoon tranquility like a bolt of lightning. The gatekeeper, about to stop it, was stunned by its imposing presence.

"Young Master Lu... Lu Ran?!"

Lu Ran ignored him and rushed into the campus, leaving behind an arrogant back view.

The second vehicle is Zhou Si's modified off-road vehicle.

With its massive tires and raised chassis, it resembles a roaring beast.

Zhou Si sat in the driver's seat, his head wrapped in bandages, which were originally meant to cover his eyes, but he had to leave a slit between his eyes because he was driving.

He had one hand on the car window and the other gripping the steering wheel, muttering curses under his breath:

"Damn it! Why is this road so winding and twisting?! It's a complete waste of my time!"

The security guard was dumbfounded.

Young Master Zhou Si... has gone blind?!

The third vehicle was a Maybach owned by Land Rover.

The silver car glided gracefully into the school gate, but the scene inside...

Lu Xingzhou's hands, from wrists to fingertips, were tightly wrapped in thick white bandages. He sat in the back seat, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

The driver in front asked cautiously, "Young master, your hand...?"

"Don't ask too many questions."

Lu Xingzhou's voice was low and indifferent: "Drive your car."

The fourth car was Pei Qingrang's black sedan.

He sat in the back seat, his expression still aloof and distant, but he would occasionally raise his wrist to check his watch, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The fifth vehicle was Guo Yiling's minivan.

He sat in the car, looking at the row of cars in front of him, his brow furrowed.

The sixth vehicle...

no car.

Jiang Wu is always elusive; no one has ever seen how he gets around each day.

He stood at the back gate of the campus, panting heavily, the bandage on his chest completely soaked with blood.

But he smiled brightly: "Sister... I'm here..."

Six different ways of making their entrance, arriving at the academy's back gate almost simultaneously.

Then, the situation completely spiraled out of control.

When Lu Ran's wheelchair emerged from the alley with a drift that could be described as a work of art, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

The wheelchair was custom-made, with a streamlined silver-gray body, and even ambient lighting was installed on it.

Lu Ran raised one leg high, with a heavy cast on it, and pushed off the ground with the other leg, which was also in a cast, using the momentum to drift and come to a steady stop in front of everyone.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Ran raised his chin: "Never seen a high-quality human wheelchair before?"

Zhou Si got out of the car, pretending to hold a guide cane in his hand. He had pulled back the bandage around his eyes a crack and was looking around haphazardly.

Upon seeing the cast on Lu Ran's leg, he immediately widened the gap in the bandage over his eyes, stared at Lu Ran for three seconds, and then burst into laughter, slapping the car door.

"Hahahaha, Lu Ran, you've finally met your match! A wheelchair?! You fucking drove here in a wheelchair?! Where's your motorcycle? Did you eat it?!"

Lu Ran sneered, his wheelchair spun around, and he shoved directly in front of Zhou Si:

"Laughing at me? Take a look in the mirror first. Are you some kind of mummy that's come to life? With so many wraps around your head, why don't you just wrap yourself up completely? So you don't embarrass yourself when you come out."

Zhou Si's laughter stopped abruptly.

"This is a styling! Don't you understand what styling is?!"

Zhou Si pointed to his head: "This is called an 'atmospheric bandage'! It's the trendiest outfit right now!"

"oh,"

Lu Ran drawled, "Outfit? Well, you're dressed really well. I suggest you wear it straight into your coffin, and I'll offer incense to you this time next year."

Zhou Si: "...You fucking bastard!"

Just as he was about to rush forward, a glance to the side caught his eye—

Pei Qingrang stepped out of the black car, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a sharp suit, and a shirt collar that was neatly tied, exuding an air of refined elegance and abstinence.

Zhou Si's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned his gun around:

"Hey, what a great day it is today! Even the academic genius Pei is here! Could he be shamelessly trying to gnaw on Li Ruo's leftovers?"

Pei Qingrang raised her eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and a graceful smile appeared on her lips:

"Zhou Si, weren't you blind? How can you still see me? Is it a temporary lucidity before death?"

Zhou Si: "!!!"

Pei Qingrang continued slowly and deliberately:

"However, I suggest you cover your eyes. After all, there's not much difference between having your eyes open or closed; it's all an eyesore."

A bunch of fools, do they really think Li Ruo doesn't know Fu Chenzhou's tricks?

She knew perfectly well whether her eyes had been gouged out or her legs had been sawed off.

What's the difference between performing this now and being a clown jumping around?

Zhou Si's forehead veins bulged: "Pei Qingrang! You son of a bitch—"

"Don't get angry."

Pei Qingrang raised his hand and made an elegant "stop" gesture:

"Considering you've lost your eyes, if you'd better be gentle with your words, perhaps I could consider showing you some compassion?"

Zhou Si: "...!!!"

Lu Ran was laughing so hard his wheelchair was shaking.

"Hahahaha, Zhou Si, you've finally met your match! Pei Qingrang did a great job! I support you!"

Pei Qingrang turned to look at Lu Ran, his smile still elegant:

"You support me? Then lend me your wheelchair for a bit. You seem to be sitting quite comfortably. I'd like to experience what it's like to be paralyzed from the waist down."

Lu Ran's smile froze.

"Oh, right."

Pei Qingrang tilted his head, his tone sincere:

"Lu Ran, are you serious about those legs? Or did you realize you're too short and need a wheelchair to be at eye level with everyone?"

Lu Ran: "...Pei Qingrang! I'm going to cripple your legs today!"

His wheelchair lurched forward two steps, then stopped.

My leg is in a cast, so I can't reach it.

Pei Qingrang looked at him and sighed softly, "Forget it, I won't argue with a disabled person."

"Have you two finished arguing?"

A cool, clear voice interrupted.

Lu Xingzhou slowly stepped out of the Maybach, his hands hanging at his sides. The bandages were wrapped so meticulously, each circle even and neat, clearly the work of a professional.

He looked rather grim because he had been waiting in the car for a full three minutes without anyone opening the door for him.

He owned it himself.

This is highly illogical for an elegant person who claims to have "lost his hands".

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

Lu Ran's eyes lit up, and he hopped over on one leg:

"Oh my! Look who this is! Our Saint Leah's piano prince! What happened to his hand? Did it get caught in a door or was it chopped off?"

Lu Xingzhou gave a forced, insincere smile:

"Lu Ran, do you think you're so cool just because you're in a wheelchair?"

"That's not a wheelchair! That's a mobility scooter! Don't you even know what a mobility scooter is?!"

Lu Ran got angry.

"oh,"

Lu Xingzhou slowly raised his bandaged hand and admired it in the sunlight:

"Your mobility scooter is still a bit inferior to my bandages. After all, these are medical bandages air-freighted from France—breathable, skin-friendly, and antibacterial."

"Can you drive with those bandages on?"

Lu Ran interrupted him:

"Really? But my commuter car can! Did you see that drift just now? It's just as cool and exciting as driving a race car!"

Zhou Si was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight:

"Hahaha, you two stop arguing! One has a broken leg, the other has a broken arm; together they make a complete person!"

Lu Xingzhou and Lu Ran turned their heads at the same time, and all four eyes stared at him.

"What the hell are you laughing at, you blind man?"

The two spoke in unison.

Zhou Si's smile froze.

"Your hand..."

Pei Qingrang spoke calmly, seeing through things but choosing not to expose them:

"I saw it when I opened the car door just now; the fingers were moving very nimbly."

Lu Xingzhou froze for a moment.

The next second, without changing his expression, he subtly pulled his hand back into his sleeve:

"You're seeing things."

Pei Qingrang: "My eyesight is 5.0."

Lu Xingzhou: "Then there's something wrong with your brain."

Pei Qingrang: "..."

Lu Xingzhou smiled.

One or two of them wanted to gain his sympathy and snatch Li Ruo away from him, without even asking whether Lu Xingzhou agreed.

Guo Yiling got out of the car at this time, and upon seeing this scene, her first reaction was to retreat back into the car.

late.

Zhou Si, with his sharp eyes, called out to him directly:

"Could Chairman Guo really have had his tongue ripped out by that silver-haired monster?!"

Lu Ran: "Finally, I don't have to listen to him nagging every day anymore. It's so good!"

Pei Qingrang added insult to injury: "I observed the celestial phenomena last night, and I suspect that Chairman Guo's injury wasn't so much to his tongue, but rather to his pride?"

Lu Xingzhou continued:

"You're all wrong. Chairman Guo's injury is internal. Do you understand what internal injury is? The kind you can't see."

Guo Yiling: "..."

He regretted it, he really regretted it. He shouldn't have been so late.

As expected, the last one to appear got ganged up on and beaten up by a group of people.

Guo Yiling opened the car door, got out, and her serious expression perfectly resembled the grumpy face of the headmaster.

"Pei Qingrang, don't you think you're so aloof, so arrogant, so uninjured, and so antisocial?"

"If you're perfectly fine, why did you even come here?"

What are you doing?

Pei Qingrang glanced at the five people in front of him.

One was in a wheelchair, one was blind, one had a crippled hand, one had internal injuries, and one had a real chest wound; their smiles deepened.

"Let's see just how stupid you five can get."

Guo Yiling: "..."

The other four: "..."

Jiang Wu stood not far away, clutching the candy box tightly in her arms, blinking her melancholy eyes as she watched the group of people bickering back and forth.

Blood was still seeping from his chest, and the bandages were already red.

But he didn't rush forward. After observing for a while, he slowly stepped forward and asked:

Why did you lie to my sister?

Upon hearing this, several people simultaneously glanced in that direction.

Zhou Si: "Don't ask, I won't tell you even if you do."

Lu Ran: "I advise you to mind your own business, or you might lose your tongue."

Lu Xingzhou: "Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs."

Pei Qingrang: "..." I won't say anything, I'll just watch your performance quietly.

Guo Yiling: "Lie to her? Do you think I'd have so much free time?"

Jiang Wu hugged the candy box even tighter, raised her eyes, and scanned their faces one by one.

It was still that innocent face, still that harmless expression.

But what he said instantly broke everyone's guard:

"Now that my brothers are all crippled, does that mean... my sister is mine alone from now on?"

Jiang Wu paused, tilted her head, and smiled as brightly as a little white flower:

"Don't worry, brothers. After you're sent to the sanatorium, my sister and I will come to visit you often."

“…………”

The five people stood there, their expressions so varied they could be dyed a dye shop.

Seeing their reactions, Jiang Wu's smile widened even further.

He opened the candy box, took out a candy, slowly unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

Sweet.

Why are you all so quiet?

With a candy in his mouth, he asked indistinctly:

"Do you want some candy too? But... this was given to me by my sister."

"Only I have it."

She said my blood was the sweetest, so she would only eat the candy I peeled.

"No matter how much blood you bleed... it won't make a difference."

He blinked, and the bloodstains on his chest seeped out a little more, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain. He simply hugged the candy box contentedly and added softly:

"That's what my sister said."

The five people stood there, as if struck by lightning.

Zhou Si's guide cane fell directly to the ground.

Lu Ran's wheelchair moved back half a meter.

Lu Xingzhou's bandaged hand froze in mid-air.

Pei Qingrang pushed up his glasses, unsure of what to say for the first time.

Guo Yiling took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her last shred of dignity:

"When...did she send you that message?"

Jiang Wu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked with a puzzled look:

"Huh? Does my sister need to check the time before sending you messages?"

"Isn't it... supposed to be released at any time?"

Five lunatics completely broke through my defenses.

This is not over yet,

Jiang Wu looked down at the blood on his chest again, a hint of pride in his voice:

"My sister is most worried about me bleeding."

"So she'll be even more heartbroken because of all the bleeding today."

"Right?"

The five people watched him in silence.

That smile, that face, was flawless.

The words, which are clearly those of an extremely manipulative and scheming woman, sound strangely innocent coming from his mouth.

This is the highest level of green tea.

No, it's green tea that has come to life.

Lu Ran finally found his voice: "...Damn it."

Zhou Si bent down to pick up the guide cane, his voice trembling: "This...is this a human being?"

Lu Xingzhou silently put his bandaged hand into his pocket, not wanting to say anything more.

Pei Qingrang looked at Jiang Wu and, unusually, spoke from the heart:

"You're amazing."

Guo Yiling pushed up her glasses, her smile completely fading:

"...So we're the Joker?"

Jiang Wu hugged the candy box again, her eyes crinkling with a smile:

"He's not a clown."

"Who are you...?"

He thought for a moment, as if he had finally found the right word:

"She's just a tool my sister uses to make me happier."

"Because of you guys, my sister thinks I'm the best behaved."

"Thank you all."

Five people: "...!!!"

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

After the execution, you still have to say thank you.

The five people stood there, watching Jiang Wu carry the candy box and walk briskly towards the cafeteria.

Blood was still flowing from his chest, but he seemed completely oblivious, only looking down at the candy box in his arms, muttering softly:

"Sister, let me peel some candy for you... When you see my injury, you'll hug me first, right..."

The figure receded into the distance.

Five men were left standing bewildered in the wind.

After a long silence, Lu Ran finally spoke:

"...So, what exactly is the purpose of our injuries?"

Zhou Si: "To make her feel sorry for me."

Lu Xingzhou: "In the end, she only felt sorry for that little madwoman."

Pei Qingrang: "...She messages Jiang Wu every day?"

Guo Yiling: "She said her blood... is the sweetest? Is her blood... sweet?"

The five people exchanged glances.

Zhou Si: "Anyway... I'm not leaving!"

Lu Ran: "Retreat?! I've brought my wheelchair!"

Lu Xingzhou: "My bandages were airlifted from France!"

Pei Qingrang paused for two seconds: "I...I'm really not injured. But I think I can still be saved."

All four of them turned to look at him.

Pei Qingrang said expressionlessly, "We have it now."

He lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a thin bandage around his abdomen, and spoke calmly:

"internal injury."

"The kind that can't be seen."

"It's more expensive than yours."

Guo Yiling: "..."? "Dare to steal my lines?"

The other three: "..."