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

Zhou Si went to the window to answer the phone.

Lu Ran walked up to Li Ruo, his eyes filled with her lively and playful nineteen-year-old girl appearance:

"Li Ruo, I just..."

"Senior Lu Ran, five years ago,"

Li Ruo raised her eyes and said slowly:

"You said you wanted to be a race car driver, to win the world championship, to make everyone know your name, Lu Ran. When I left, you were still racing all over the world. You should be a champion by now, right? Why are you still the same as before, getting all worked up over the slightest thing?"

Lu Ran looked at her, his eyes reddening, and his voice hoarse:

"Li Ruo, do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

"I know."

Li Ruo's expression didn't change much. "Five years. Everyone's talking about five years. My phone's been bombarded with messages."

Lu Ran was stunned.

Li Ruo looked at his face, pale from being soaked in seawater, at the cuts on his body from the rocks, and at the fire in his eyes that had burned for five years without going out.

Her expression remained unchanged, but her voice softened slightly:

"You have injuries, let me treat them for you."

Lu Ran stood still.

He looked at her for a long time, and then he smiled.

That smile was exactly the same as it was five years ago—bold and arrogant, carrying that unique youthful spirit of never giving up.

But underneath, there's another layer, etched in over five years, indelible, like a scar.

"Li Ruo,"

His voice rolled out from his chest, carrying a hint of laughter, a hint of ruthlessness, and a kind of madness that made it hard to tell whether he was serious or joking:

"Can I be one more person to love you?"

Zhou Si: "..."

Li Ruo: "..."

She almost dropped the glass of ice water she had just received.

"What did you say?"

She thought she had misheard: "Say it again?"

Lu Ran stood on the steps, his body covered in wounds, his hair like a burning flame, his laughter arrogant and unrestrained:

"I think I don't dislike you as much as I used to."

Li Ruo couldn't help but laugh when she saw his embarrassed yet stubborn expression.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Ran looked up, his face flushed red.

"I'm laughing at you," Li Ruo said. "Five years have passed, and you haven't improved at all."

Lu Ran was hit where it hurt and instinctively retorted:

"How can you say I haven't improved? I've won seventeen world championships, broken nine records, and I'm now a god in the underground racing world!"

I was talking about pursuing girls.

Li Ruo interrupted him: "You haven't improved at all. All you can do is turn your ears red."

Lu Ran: "..."

[Hahahaha, Li Ruo, your mouth is so sharp!]

[Lu Ran: I've won seventeen world championships! Li Ruo: You still only know how to get red ears!]

Five years have passed, and the racing legend is still the same racing legend, and the innocent young man is still the same innocent young man! Zhou Si and he truly are brothers in misfortune!

[Lu Ran: I'll prove to you I've improved! Then he pins Li Ruo against the wall and kisses her. Will he? No. He'll just blush.]

Lu Ran took a deep breath, trying his best to look less disheveled.

"Li Ruo, you just wait," he said. "I'll get back to you sooner or later..."

"Sooner or later?"

"Sooner or later you'll see how much I've improved."

Li Ruo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, but her expression was more infuriating than any words.

She doesn't believe it.

She simply didn't believe it.

Lu Ran was so provoked by that expression that he impulsively grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

His movements were fierce, with the explosive power unique to race car drivers, but when his hand gripped her waist, the force suddenly became lighter, as if he was afraid of crushing her.

His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his nose brushing against her skin.

He could smell her scent, the fragrance of her shower gel mixed with her unique sweetness.

His lips were pressed against her neck, but he didn't kiss her; he just stayed there, feeling her pulse.

dong dong dong.

soon.

It was faster than he had imagined.

"Your heart is beating fast," he said, his voice muffled in the crook of her neck.

Li Ruo didn't move: "You scared me."

"That's a lie."

Lu Ran's lips brushed against her skin, very lightly, like a soft cloud:

"Was your heart beating this fast when that bastard Lu Xingzhou kissed you?"

Li Ruo did not answer.

Lu Ran looked up and gazed into her eyes.

She met his gaze, and there was something in his amber eyes that she couldn't understand.

"Li Ruo, I don't care who you sleep with."

Li Ruo was stunned for a moment.

"No," she said, "you care."

"I don't care!"

Lu Ran repeated it seriously, then his voice softened:

"What I care about is whether you're happy."

Li Ruo looked at him without saying a word.

"Whatever makes you happy."

Lu Ran: "It doesn't matter who you're with, or how many traces of other people you have on your body. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

Li Ruo tilted her head in confusion, seemingly puzzled: "...Hmm?"

Lu Ran: "I love being the third party in a game; it makes me happy."

Li Ruo: "..."

Upon hearing this after finishing the phone call, Zhou Si exclaimed: "!!!"

[Aaaaaaah! He said it!!! He really said it!!!]

Lao Tzu loves being the third, being the third makes me happy! I want this sentence engraved on my tombstone!

[Lu Ran, wake up!!! Being a mistress is nothing to be proud of!!!]

He said, "I don't care who you sleep with, I care if you're happy," and then his next sentence was, "I love being a mistress!" The contrast is incredible!

He truly didn't care. He just wanted to be by her side. Even if not the only one, even if just one of them.

Is this the mindset of a race car driver? Not caring how many finish lines there are, only caring about being on the track?

[Lu Ran: I won't be the main wife; being the main wife is too tiring. I'll be the mistress; being the mistress gives me energy.]

Lu Ran continued:

"If Lu Xingzhou, that smiling fox, can be one, why can't I? He can leave a mark on your neck, so can I! He can leave marks on your body, so can I! He can make you cry, so can I!"

"I'm more energetic than him, stronger than him, and better at..."

"Enough! Enough! Enough!"

Li Ruo raised her hand to interrupt him, her expression indescribable: "Shut up."

"Don't close it."

Lu Ran hugged her even tighter.

He was almost a head taller than her, and the angle from which he looked down carried a kind of aggressiveness unique to mature men.

"I've kept this up for five years, and you're telling me to shut up?"

"You've been holding it in for five years, and this is all you can say?"

Li Ruo looked up at him, her expression complicated: "Me, love being a mistress? Do you know how outrageous that is?"

"So what if it's outrageous?"

Lu Ran's lips curled up in a wide smile:

"I was born outrageous!"

"If it weren't outrageous, would I wait five years? If it weren't outrageous, would I swim four hours to get here? If it weren't outrageous, would I stand here and tell you I want to be the other woman?"

He paused, then lowered his head and brought his face closer to hers.

His breath sprayed onto her face, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the unique warmth of his body.

"Li Ruo,"

His voice suddenly lowered:

I don't care what number I am.

"The first one, the second one, the third one, or any other one is fine."

"I only want you."

Li Ruo looked at him without saying a word.

Zhou Si stood there stiffly, watching this scene, his lips twitching.

"You two,"

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, carrying a helpless, resentful tone:

"What if I don't exist?"

Lu Ran turned his head, looked at him, and gave him a carefree smile:

"Zhou Si, don't worry."

"You're the first, I won't fight you for it. But don't stop me from being the third."

"We're all brothers, we share the good times and the bad, we..."

"Lu Ran!"

Zhou Si's voice rose: "Shut the fuck up!"

Li Ruo leaned against the table, watching the two men.

A man with a dark face walked over to confront him, a cigarette between his fingers, his temples throbbing with anger.

A man stood before her, covered in wounds, his smile arrogant and irritating, like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

She took a deep breath and placed the glass of water on the table next to her.

"You two,"

Her voice carried a hint of languor: "Can you be normal for once?"

Both of them looked at her at the same time.

"Zhou Si,"

She looked at Zhou Si:

"You hid me on the island for three days, and wouldn't even let me make a phone call. Do you know I have nine hundred and ninety-nine missed calls on my phone? Do you think that just because you locked me up, I'm really yours?"

Zhou Si's lips tightened.

"And you,"

She turned to Lu Ran and looked him up and down:

"You swam here for four hours, covered in injuries, just to tell me you're going to be a mistress? Are you crazy?"

Lu Ran blinked, his expression utterly innocent:

"I am indeed sick. Lovesickness, terminal, incurable."

Li Ruo: "..."

Zhou Si let out a muffled groan that was hard to decipher, somewhere between a sneer and a sigh.

Looking at Lu Ran's irritating face, Li Ruo took a deep breath, then another.

"come over,"

She said it with a resigned helplessness in her voice:

"Take care of your wound first. If you look like this, people will think I just beat you up."

Lu Ran's eyes lit up: "Then you'll help me handle it?"

"Otherwise what? How could you lick the wound on your back yourself?"

"After you've treated my wound, could you let me...?"

Li Ruo: "No."

Zhou Si, possessive of his food: "Want to die?"

Lu Ran: "I...I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Li Ruo: "I know what you're going to say without you having to finish. No."

Lu Ran's smile remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment.

That moment was so brief that Zhou Si didn't even notice it.

"……oh."

Lu Ran silently took two steps back.

His smile remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment.

That moment was so brief that Zhou Si didn't even notice it.

But Li Ruo noticed it.

He stood very straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his walking posture had that relaxed yet tense air unique to race car drivers.

Like a sports car that can accelerate to 300 mph at any time, slowly driving on city roads, feeling uncomfortable but enduring it.

Li Ruo's expression softened a tiny bit, really just a tiny bit:

"Take care of the injury first."

"The rest...we'll talk about it later."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ran finally smiled knowingly from the bottom of his heart.

That smile was as bright as the one he wore when he won championships on the track five years ago.

Pure yet flamboyant, brimming with the youthful spirit unique to young people.

"Okay," he said, "we'll talk about it later."

He reached out and put his arm around Zhou Si's shoulder:

"Hey bro, can I borrow your bathroom? I'm covered in salt, it's killing me."

Zhou Si slapped his hand away, his face turning ashen: "There are guest rooms and bathrooms on the first floor."

"Why can't I go upstairs? There are too many people and eyes on the first floor. What if someone spyes on me while I'm showering?"

Zhou Si: "Upstairs, Lu Xingzhou is washing."

"Who? Lu Xingzhou?"

Lu Ran's eyes lit up again:

"Then I'm definitely going up!"

"I'm going to tell him that from today onwards, I'm part of this family too..."

A part of it?

opposite,

Zhou Si gritted his teeth, wishing he could chop these invaders into pieces and throw them into the sea to feed the sharks.

But she couldn't bear to upset Li Ruo.

Li Ruo: "..."

Ok.

Now everyone can truly reunite and make dumplings together.

Lu Ran and Zhou Si turned around at the same time and looked at Li Ruo, who looked a little embarrassed.

One with a dark face,

One was rubbing his temples.

Their expressions were remarkably similar, all conveying a sense of helplessness, as if they had owed the other person something in their past life.

Then, Li Ruo, feeling embarrassed, burst into a wide smile:

"I...I don't know anything...hehe."

The two: "..."

Lu Ran sighed: "Fine, fine, first floor it is."

He walked towards the bathroom, took two steps, then stopped and turned back.

"Li Ruo".

"What's wrong now?"

"You said you'd treat my wound, right?"

"count."

"Then hurry up and come. I'm waiting for you."

He turned and went into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Zhou Si stood there, tall and imposing, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking at Li Ruo, who was shrouded in his shadow.

Another damn bathroom invitation.

This time she won't...