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

"Look how thin you've gotten! Let's cook together!"

After Li Ruo finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the kitchen, but after taking two steps, she stopped and turned back:

"By the way, those guys might beat you up, so be careful."

Jiang Wu paused for a moment, then looked at the five people in the reception room.

Zhou Si had already stood up, and the folding knife in his hand had been opened at some point, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Lu Xingzhou leaned back on the sofa, a smile playing on his lips, but none in his eyes.

Lu Ran had already stood up. The wound on his foot had reopened, and blood was seeping through the gauze, dripping onto the floor.

But he didn't look down; his eyes were fixed on Jiang Wu, like an enraged cheetah.

Guo Yiling stood the straightest, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles making a cracking sound.

Pei Qingrang came out of the restroom, looked him over for a few seconds, and then began to take off his glasses and slowly wipe them.

He looks cunning and calculating; he's not easy to deal with.

Jiang Wu looked at them, then slowly pushed the door open completely and walked out into the corridor.

He walked to the center of the reception room, stood still, and then bowed to the five people.

A deep 90-degree bow.

When he bent over, his vertebrae bulged out one by one, like a row of mountain ridges.

"I'm sorry, brothers..."

His voice was muffled in his chest: "That night... it was me."

Zhou Si's folding knife flew out.

The sharp scissors grazed Jiang Wu's earlobe and flew straight past.

Finally, the tip of the knife pierced the wall, halfway in, and the handle vibrated and hummed in the air, like a butterfly that had been pinned down.

"You fucking—!"

Zhou Si's voice was squeezed out of his throat, as low as a wild beast's roar.

He strode towards Jiang Wu, his fist already raised, the force of his punch sending Jiang Wu's hair flying backward.

Jiang Wu did not hide.

He just stood there, eyes closed, waiting for the punch to land.

The fist stopped a centimeter in front of his nose.

Zhou Si's fist was trembling, his entire arm was shaking, and bulging veins ran from the back of his hand down to his forearm, exuding a violent and bloodthirsty aura.

Why didn't you dodge?

He was breathing heavily, his chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Jiang Wu opened her eyes and looked at him.

Those amber eyes held no fear or guilt, only endless emptiness, like an empty shell stripped of its soul.

"Because my sister said you guys would beat me up."

Jiang Wu smiled morbidly: "She said so, so I'll just stay put."

Zhou Si clenched his fist even tighter, his knuckles cracking.

Looking at Jiang Wu's pale, thin, and innocent face, and at those clean, clear eyes that seemed to have never done anything wrong, he suddenly felt...

What's the point of throwing that punch?

What good would it do to keep fighting?

If we keep fighting, will that night not have happened?

If I hit her, will the marks on her neck disappear?

If we keep hitting him, will he be able to act like nothing happened?

……cannot.

So he withdrew his fist.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's that fighting would be pointless.

But just because he withdrew his fist doesn't mean others did too.

Lu Ran limped over and punched Jiang Wu in the shoulder.

The punch was so heavy that Jiang Wu staggered back two steps, crashing into the wall with a dull thud.

He didn't fight back, or even raise his hand to block. He just leaned against the wall, head down, letting Lu Ran's second punch land on his chest.

"You fucking bastard—! You fucking bastard—!"

Lu Ran's voice was choked with sobs.

His fists pounded on Jiang Wu one after another, not hard, but many, as dense as raindrops.

He hit and cursed at the same time. Towards the end, his voice changed. It became hoarse, broken, and sounded more like crying than cursing.

"What right do you have—! What right do you have to go first—! I've been swimming for four hours—! What right do you have…!!"

Jiang Wu leaned against the wall, letting Lu Ran's fists fall on her.

His lip was cut open, and blood seeped from it, trickling down his chin and dripping onto his black T-shirt, making it invisible.

His eyes reddened, but he didn't cry. His eyes remained fixed on the figure in the kitchen.

Li Ruo remained oblivious to everything that was happening behind her.

It's not that she's cold-blooded, but rather that whenever she makes a move, an even fiercer battle erupts.

Therefore, all we can do is stand by and watch.

After all, they're all mature lunatics now, and they should be able to handle their own problems.

Final fantasy

Lu Xingzhou stepped forward and pulled Lu Ran away.

Lu Ran was still struggling, and the wound on his foot opened up even more, with blood gushing out from the gauze and leaving a long trail of blood on the floor.

"That's enough." Lu Xingzhou's voice wasn't loud, but it was deep.

Lu Ran stopped moving.

He leaned against Lu Xingzhou, panting heavily, and tears finally fell silently, drop by drop, onto the floor, mingling with the blood.

Lu Xingzhou patted Lu Ran on the back, then let go of him and walked up to Jiang Wu.

He did not make a move.

He just stood there, looking down at the river mist.

Jiang Wu was half a head shorter than him, leaning against the wall, looking up at him. The two stared at each other for a long time before finally speaking:

"You have her marks on your neck?"

Jiang Wu did not deny it.

"You kissed her that night while she was asleep?"

Jiang Wu smiled and looked up at him, saying, "Brother Xingzhou is so smart, you guessed it."

"She didn't know it was you."

Lu Xingzhou's eyes were dark: "She thought she was dreaming."

Jiang Wu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Xingzhou looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, and a smile slowly curved his lips.

"So, you're just a thief, a thief who can't be brought to light."

Jiang Wu's body tensed up suddenly.

His fingers clenched even tighter, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out one by one.

His lips were trembling, his eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was red.

Lu Xingzhou gradually broke down his psychological defenses: "He's just a thief, not enough to make me take action."

Jiang Wu's tears finally fell.

Silently, drop by drop, it welled up from those amber eyes and trickled down her pale cheeks.

He didn't wipe it away; he just stood there leaning against the wall, letting the tears flow, letting his nose turn red, and letting his lips tremble.

Then, as tears streamed down his face, he suddenly smiled:

"Yes, I'm a thief, a burglar, but so what?"

"I got a sister!"

"But what about the brothers? Besides fighting and grabbing here, what else can you do? Hahaha..."

Jiang Wu laughed wildly as he spoke.

The few lunatics present ground their back teeth, but they were helpless against this madman.

Guo Yiling stood at the very back and didn't move.

He looked at Jiang Wu's face, which was tearful yet laughing maniacally.

Looking at the blood-soaked gauze on Lu Ran's foot, looking at the folding knife that Zhou Si had plunged into the wall, and looking at Lu Xingzhou's calm expression, which was as still as a lake.

He suddenly realized that he had already lost the bet before it even started.

It's not about losing to one person, it's about losing to everyone.

We lost to their madness, we lost to their recklessness.

He thought he was the most rational one, the most qualified one, and that as long as he gave her a legitimate reason and a decent way out, she would go with him.

But she even remembered Jiang Wu.

I remember he was still hungry, I remember the sound of him calling for his sister, I remember the way he waited in the dark.

She remembers everyone.

And each of them loved her in their own way.

Crazy, obsessed, reckless, pretending not to care, hiding love in data, hiding love on the edge of a knife.

Every kind of love is real, and every kind of love is so heavy it can crush a person.

What does he have to bet with these people?!

He took a deep breath, walked over, and pulled Jiang Wu up from the wall.

Jiang Wu's body was very light, as light as a piece of dry firewood, and he could be lifted up with just a pull.

"Stop going crazy."

Guo Yiling's tone was cold and hard, as if she were giving a lecture.

But he moved very gently, as if he were helping a child who had fallen down:

"Go wash your face. She wants us to cook."

Jiang Wu looked up at Guo Yiling through her teary eyes.

"Sister...sister said she wants us to cook together?"

"Yes. The six of us will go together."

Jiang Wu's tears welled up again, but he was smiling, a very ugly smile.

He cried and laughed, laughed and cried, tears and smiles mixed together, his whole face was a mess.

"My sister is worried about me, isn't she?"

His voice sounded strained: "She always remembered I was here...she was worried I'd go hungry..."

Looking at his messy face, Guo Yiling suddenly felt a tension that had been building up for five years ease.

[Waaaaa, Jiang Wu is out! He's finally out!]

Zhou Si's knife was embedded in the wall! He was furious, but he didn't strike.

Because he knew hitting her wouldn't help. It had already happened that night; the marks on her neck were already there, and she had called his name.

[Lu Ran was hitting, cursing, and crying all at the same time. He wasn't hitting Jiang Wu; he was venting. He was venting the grievances of the past five years, venting the resentment of swimming for four hours only to be beaten to it, venting the anger of "I swam for four hours, what right did you have?"]

[Lu Xingzhou's psychological warfare tactic is brilliant! No wonder it's the oppressive aura of someone in a superior position!]

Guo Yiling was the most rational person, but rationality doesn't mean he wasn't in pain. He had been in pain for five years, but he just hadn't spoken of it.

Because he knew that Jiang Wu was him five years ago, that he had been waiting in the darkness, that no one remembered him, that he was superfluous.

[The six lunatics have finally all gathered! I have a feeling this is the last time they'll get together because of Li Ruo...]