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

Backstage.

Li Ruo changed her clothes and stood in front of the mirror.

She was wearing a pure white dance costume, the skirt reaching her knees, revealing her slender and straight calves.

Her hair was neatly styled into a bun, revealing her smooth neck and delicate collarbone.

With light makeup, she looked as pure and innocent as a white lotus flower just emerging from the water.

But those eyes were so bright they looked like stars had been shattered.

The Minister of Culture and Entertainment stood behind her, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

"Are you really sure you want to replace her on stage?"

Her voice was very low, and she glanced instinctively at the door, as if the six men might burst in at any moment:

"Those six outside... they're terrifying. I stood at the door for ten seconds just now, and their eyes almost killed me."

Li Ruo smiled at herself in the mirror.

That smile was cunning and unrestrained, as if it held the secret of an entire summer.

"What are you afraid of?"

She lowered her head and straightened her skirt, her fingertips gently tracing the silver threads.

"I'm here to see them."

The minister was stunned: "You...know them?"

Li Ruo did not answer.

She simply looked at herself in the mirror, a slight smile playing on her lips. The person in the mirror had curved eyebrows and eyes, exactly the same as five years ago.

Of course she knew them.

How could she not recognize them?

VIP seating in the auditorium.

The standoff between the six people has reached a critical point.

The distance between Zhou Si and Lu Xingzhou shrank to one meter. Zhou Si twirled the folding knife in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly.

Lu Ran stood to the side, ready to pull the two apart if they actually started fighting.

Uh... but he wasn't sure who he would pull.

Pei Qingrang pushed up his glasses, the reflection in the lenses obscuring the emotions in his eyes, only his tightly pursed lips betraying a hint of tension.

Guo Yiling stood in the middle trying to reason with them, but even he himself felt that his words were pale and powerless.

Jiang Wu remained seated, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

He continued to stare blankly in the direction of the stage, but today a faint flame burned in his usually dull eyes.

The alumni in the seating area were almost driven crazy by this damn oppressive feeling.

"That school bully's eyes are still so terrifying... He wouldn't actually use a knife, would he?"

"My legs went weak. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move... I was afraid that as soon as I stood up, one of them would target me, and that would be worse than death."

"Call the police? Would calling the police even be of any use?"

"Someone, please save us..."

Just then, the lights in the auditorium suddenly went out.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Music begins. A soft, soothing melody, like a stream flowing under the moonlight.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Immediately afterwards, a white figure slowly walked out from the side of the stage.

It is as light as a cloud, or as light as a fog.

The spotlight followed her, illuminating every detail of her body, inch by inch.

She wore a pure white long dress with an off-the-shoulder design, revealing her delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders. The neckline was embroidered with extremely fine silver thread, which shimmered slightly under the light.

The waist was cinched tightly, highlighting its incredibly slender figure. The skirt flared out from the waist, with layers of tulle cascading down like clouds until it reached the ground.

With each step she took, the hem of her skirt swayed gently.

Like ripples on water, like moonlight, like a dream.

Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her slender neck and graceful shoulder line.

A few stray hairs fell beside her ears, swaying gently with her movements.

She wore light makeup, with pale peach-colored eyeshadow that shimmered with a delicate pearlescent sheen under the light.

The eyelashes were brushed until each lash was distinct, like two small fans.

The lip gloss is a glossy nude pink, making the lips look full and alluring.

She stood there on the stage, bathed in the spotlight.

Like an elf emerging from the moonlight, like a princess stepping out of a fairy tale.

Everyone held their breath; the auditorium was deathly silent.

Then, someone exclaimed in surprise:

"It's...it's Li...Li Ruo?!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it stirred the stagnant water in the auditorium.

The six men in the VIP section, who were on the verge of exchanging blows, froze instantly.

Zhou Si's folding knife stopped in mid-air.

He remained in that position, like a statue suddenly frozen in place. Then, with a clang, the knife fell to the ground.

He didn't pick it up.

He didn't even look down.

He just stared straight at the white figure on the stage, his eyes widening and his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

Lu Xingzhou's gentlemanly smile vanished completely.

The tablet slipped from his hands and fell to the carpet with a dull thud.

He seemed oblivious, but his pupils contracted sharply, and his usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now churning with turbulent waves.

Lu Ran opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, but no sound came out.

He wanted to call out that name, but it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Pei Qingrang's glasses slipped down a little, but he didn't go to fix them.

The book in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, but he didn't pick it up.

He just stared intently at the person on the stage, as if trying to see through her, to understand her completely, to see into her very bones.

Guo Yiling gripped the folder in her hand tightly, her back straight, completely stiff in her seat.

Jiang Wu's once dull eyes now seemed to be filled with stars.

They stared intently at the graceful figure dancing on the stage, their eyes glued to her.

They watched her walk barefoot on the stage.

Watching her slender figure twirl in the spotlight, she looked like a white butterfly.

Watching her supple limbs flow like water, every movement was as beautiful as a painting.

Looking at her face.

That face they had thought about for five years, searched for for five years, and waited for for five years.

She was still so beautiful, still so clean, and still made their hearts stop.

But... something seems off.

Five years have passed, she should be twenty-four years old now, but she looks... like she's still nineteen?

She's still that little girl in the white dress, munching on strawberries, laughing carefree.

It's still that girl who drives them crazy, breaks them down, and makes them willing to give everything.

Could it be... just an illusion?

Is it because I miss her so much that I'm hallucinating?

The same thought popped into the minds of the six lunatics.

Definitely.

That's definitely the case.

That familiar, bittersweet longing welled up in my heart once again.

They looked at her, then quietly returned to their seats.

-

Zhou Si's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

"Li... Ruo..."

The two words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

With a trembling disbelief, with five years of suppressed madness, and with longing about to overflow.

He dared not shout.

I'm afraid that if I shout, this illusion will shatter.

Lu Xingzhou remained silent.

He just stared at her, staring at her without blinking.

Those peach blossom eyes were churning with turbulent waves, yet their surface remained as calm as a stagnant pool.

five years.

He had seen her in his dreams countless times, but each time he woke up, it was all for naught.

She's on stage right now, right in front of him.

He didn't even dare to blink.

I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, this sudden hallucination will disappear, and I'll never see her again.

Lu Ran's eyes reddened.

He desperately tried to hold back his tears.

Oh shit.

I'm a racing god, I can't cry.

But the eye sockets wouldn't cooperate.

Pei Qingrang pushed up his glasses, his hands trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, but his heart was already pounding uncontrollably.

Guo Yiling's knuckles turned white as she gripped the folder.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Only Jiang Wu burst into tears.

Large tears streamed down his face, landing on the back of his hand, but he seemed oblivious to the pain.

He just watched her, watched her every move, watched her spin on the stage.

He muttered to himself:

"Sister... Sister's back... Sister's finally back..."

On stage, Li Ruo's dance continues.

She didn't know that the six people had completely lost their minds; she was just jumping around.

Her dance was as light as a butterfly, as agile as a deer. Spinning, leaping, bending over, glancing back…

Every movement was breathtakingly beautiful.

That face still had the pure and lovely look of a young girl, and those eyes were still as clear as a nineteen-year-old girl's.

She hasn't changed at all.

She was still the same nineteen-year-old Li Ruo.

It's still Li Ruo, the one who drove them crazy for five years.

Zhou Si lowered his eyes, silently picked up the folding knife, cut his fingertip, and let the blood flow out.

Only when he was controlled by this nightmare could the pain keep him awake for a moment.

But this time...

Blood flowed out, and the pain in my fingertips was real.

Why am I still trapped in a nightmare when I look up?

He looked at the figure on the stage and sneered inwardly.

It seems I have truly gone mad with desire.

Lu Ran was doing the same thing.

When he saw the face he had been dreaming of for five years, he thought he was hallucinating again.

He rubbed his eyes.

I rubbed it again.

Keep kneading.

That figure etched in my heart is still on the stage.

Hey!

He must be so desperate for her that he's gone mad.

No.

This shameful habit needs to be addressed.

He silently took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and fed it to her mouth without anyone noticing.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

That lingering shadow is still dancing on the stage.

This medicine usually takes effect in three minutes.

Why is this hallucination getting stronger and more real?

He just increased the dosage, taking three times more medicine than usual.

How come it's not working?

Lu Ran stared at the white figure on the stage, his mind a jumbled mess.

No.

It seems that it's not just a problem with the nerves.

Next time, I'll have to add ophthalmology and neurology to the consultation.