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

soon.

Five lunatics, carrying sanitary napkins, swaggered back to the yacht.

Jiang Wu stood guard outside the door like a well-behaved dog watching over the house.

Hearing the commotion of the others returning, his dangerous eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance.

Li Ruo opened the door a crack and saw five boys outside, each carrying various bags and with different expressions.

Then I saw the mountain of sanitary napkins in the bag.

silent.

"you……"

She spoke with difficulty:

"Does this mean you're buying my entire supply for the next year?"

Zhou Si scratched his head: "Um... I didn't know which ones you liked, so I bought them all."

Lu Ran handed the bag in his hand forward:

"I also bought a hot water bottle and hand warmers! The shop assistant said these are helpful for stomach aches!"

Guo Yiling adjusted her glasses and handed over a thermos: "This is... hot milk. Less sugar."

Pei Qingrang silently handed over a small notebook, which was filled with detailed notes on the use and precautions for various sanitary napkins, as well as a handwritten menstrual care guide.

Li Ruo: "..."

Lu Xingzhou stood at the front, carrying the most bags, his face displaying a complex expression that said, "I, Lu Xingzhou, have never been so humiliated in my life, but it's worth it for you."

Li Ruo looked at them.

Looking at this group of arrogant lunatics who usually couldn't stand each other, now they were standing at the bathroom door like a bunch of clumsy idiots, carrying all sorts of messy women's items.

For some reason, her nose felt a little sore.

But the next second, she saw that among the pile of sanitary napkins, there were also several packs of... adult diapers?!

Li Ruo: "..."

She raised her head and looked at Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou remained expressionless: "The shop assistant recommended it. They said it's safer if you're buying a large quantity."

Li Ruo remained silent for three seconds.

then.

She smiled slightly.

That smile seemed to wash away all the awkwardness, embarrassment, and chaos that had just been there.

She took the pile of things and said to the five boys standing at the door, their faces flushed, awkward, but their eyes filled with worry:

Thanks.

"I'll treat you to brown sugar ginger tea once I've finished tidying up."

Then, the door closed.

Outside the door, five lunatics stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Zhou Si whispered, "Did she... just laugh?"

Lu Ran: "It seems so."

Guo Yiling: "Then... you shouldn't be angry anymore?"

Pei Qingrang pushed up his glasses:

"Based on my observation, her current emotional state is one of being touched and amused, which is a positive emotion."

Lu Xingzhou leaned against the wall and let out a long breath: "...It's good that you're not angry."

He looked at the closed door and recalled the moment she laughed.

Those eyes were bright and sparkling, like a kitten that had just stolen some fish.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Fine.

I was so embarrassed tonight, it was truly humiliating.

But it was worth it.

wrong!!!

The five lunatics exchanged glances, their eyes simultaneously turning cold, and then spoke at the same time:

"Who gave you permission to talk to me—"

"Who cares to tell you—"

It's one thing to buy sanitary napkins for the same girl, but now they're all getting this excited in perfect sync?!

Five crazy people who could only mute themselves at the same time: "..."

...Forget it.

Only someone without a brain would waste time arguing here.

Meanwhile, the diligent and ambitious Jiang Wu had already slipped into the yacht's kitchen unnoticed, like a ghost, eerily appearing as if by magic.

"How do you make the brown sugar ginger tea that my sister wants?"

-

Half an hour later.

Inside the yacht's open kitchen, a spectacle worthy of being recorded in the annals of Saint Leah is unfolding.

Six arrogant and irrational individuals, who usually couldn't stand each other, sat around the island counter in the yacht's open kitchen, fiercely protecting the pot of brown sugar ginger tea they had brewed.

"Mine is the best! No arguments allowed!"

Zhou Si crossed his arms, chin slightly raised, exuding an air of self-confidence that said, "Even though this is my first time cooking, I'm the chosen one."

"The brown sugar used is top-grade traditional black sugar, the ginger is freshly cut old ginger, and the water is imported mineral water from the yacht."

"The heat is just right, boiling for three minutes, simmering for two minutes to release the aroma, one sip refreshes the mind, two sips warm the uterus and dispel cold, three sips—"

"Three sips and you'll die instantly, right??"

Lu Ran interrupted him with a discordant voice, chuckled, and slowly placed his pot next to Zhou Si's.

The two pots of ginger tea were placed side by side, and the difference in appearance alone made it clear which was better.

In Zhou Si's pot, the ginger was cut into pieces the size of fists, the brown sugar hadn't completely dissolved, and there were still unstirred sugar chunks at the bottom of the pot, like they'd been gnawed by a dog.

Lu Ran's pot of tea was made with ginger shreds as fine as hair, brown sugar completely dissolved, and the tea soup was crystal clear. A thin slice of lemon was even inserted into the rim of the cup as a decoration.

"You bumpkin. What's the most important thing about brown sugar ginger tea? It's temperature control! I kept the temperature under control the whole time, so none of the nutrients were lost."

"She drank mine, and she'd definitely hate your pot of... brown sugar-flavored foot bath water."

Zhou Si's face darkened: "You fucking—"

"Both of your methods are wrong."

Guo Yiling adjusted her glasses and elegantly straightened her casserole:

"I followed the tutorial strictly."

He emphasized:

"Every step was correct!"

His pot was indeed the most visually appealing, with an even color, fine ginger shreds, and a thoughtful addition of two red dates as a garnish.

"Those drinks you made by guesswork are all substandard and don't deserve to be given to her."

Zhou Si: "...Who are you saying is unworthy?"

Lu Ran: "If you're so good, why don't you do it? It's only just finished cooking!"

Guo Yiling adjusted her glasses; the lenses reflected light.

"I did participate, and my finished product was clearly superior to yours."

Upon hearing this, Pei Qingrang silently pushed his own pot forward.

He didn't say anything.

However, his pot, whether in terms of color intensity, uniformity of ginger shreds, or its amber luster, was clearly a level above Guo Yiling's.

The four lunatics fell silent.

Zhou Si: "...You cheated!"

Pei Qingrang remained expressionless:

"I simply followed the principles of molecular gastronomy and precisely controlled the water temperature, time, and the ratio of brown sugar to ginger. 1:0.618, the golden ratio."

Lu Ran: "...I don't understand."

Guo Yiling: "...academic misconduct."

Zhou Si: "...Get lost!"

That bookworm, he's such a damn good actor.

Jiang Wu, who was squatting in the corner, had a pink mini milk pot boiling in front of him, with strange bubbles rising from the pot.

He spoke in a cold, hushed tone:

"I don't like brown sugar ginger tea... I love my milk tea the most."

The other four people all turned to look at him.

What Jiang Wu was holding in the pot was more like a biological weapon than milk tea.

The color was an eerie pinkish-purple, with unidentified particles floating on the surface, and suspicious flocculent sediment hanging on the inside of the pot.

"That stuff of yours will kill people, won't it?" Lu Ran's lips twitched.

Jiang Wu raised her head, her amber eyes filled with sincerity:

"No, I put in my sister's favorite strawberries, and my treasured rose petals, and..."

He looked down at the small saucepan and thought about it seriously:

"And paint?...I don't remember."

The four people: "…………"

Zhou Si couldn't stand Jiang Wu, that scheming green tea b*tch, and that pot of poisoned milk tea:

"Are you sure that mixing all that stuff together won't poison Li Ruo?!"

Jiang Wu blinked: "No. Because I released love."

The other four: "..."

Can love cure poison?!

"Get out!!!" the four shouted in unison.

Lu Xingzhou leaned back on the sofa, holding a cup of ginger tea he had brewed himself, and elegantly crossed his legs.

He did not participate in the melee.

Because he knew—

He just carried Li Ruo into the suite, and almost...

Although there was a slight mishap at the end... well, a very big one, but!

This proves at least one thing:

Li Ruo did react to him.

And it was that kind of reaction.

This is enough.

What's the point of all these other people fighting so fiercely?

He took a sip of ginger tea casually, his brows furrowing slightly.

It's a bit spicy.

But thinking that Li Ruo would be drinking it later, he also felt that the spiciness was quite sweet.

"I'm telling you guys—"

Zhou Si suddenly spoke, his gaze sweeping over the others, his tone sarcastic:

"What's with all this fawning? Who are you all, Li Ruo? Who delivered breakfast today and tomorrow, huh?"

He focused his attention on Lu Ran: "You, with your misogyny, why are you taking a hot water bottle?"

Lu Ran's face flushed red and then darkened after being rebuked, it was unclear whether he felt guilty or something else:

"I...I was saving you from your suffering. I wanted you to see the true face of that little vixen."

"I bet you're just trying to steal my boyfriend! I treated you like a brother, and you...!!"

Zhou Si's chest heaved violently with anger:

"I deliver breakfast to her every day, I know her tastes best! Do you know if she likes sweet or salty food? Do you know what time she gets up in the morning? Do you know how well-done her fried eggs are?"

Lu Ran muttered under his breath, "Is delivering breakfast such a big deal? I even tasted it myself..."

Guo Yiling sneered:

"It's just delivering breakfast. The student council has all the students' information; I know her height, weight, blood type, and allergies. What do you know?"

Zhou Si: "...Blood type?! You even checked that?!"

"Reasonable work requirements."

Guo Yiling pushed up her glasses, her expression unchanged.

Pei Qingrang spoke softly, uttering a startling statement:

"Based on the amount of bleeding, I estimate her menstrual cycle to be around 28 days, and the next one is expected to be..."

"Shut up!!!" the three lunatics roared at the same time.

Jiang Wu squatted in the corner, hugging his pot of unidentified objects, muttering to himself:

"What are you all arguing about? My sister likes me the most. She kissed me. In the elevator. Twice."

"!!!"

silence.

Dead silence.

Five pairs of eyes simultaneously shot towards Jiang Wu.

The spoon in Zhou Si's hand fell into the pot with a "clatter".

Lu Ran gripped the pot handle tightly.

Guo Yiling's eyes widened in surprise, and her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose.

Pei Qingrang paused in his act of serving ginger tea.

Lu Xingzhou's elegant crossed legs gave an inelegant twitch.

"What did you say?!"

The five people spoke in unison.

Jiang Wu blinked her innocent-looking big eyes, but a smug and irritating smile curled at the corners of her mouth:

"In the elevator. I stopped my sister in the elevator before she went to see Zhou Si."

He spoke slowly, his voice rising, each word piercing the heart:

"I said, 'I won't let her leave until my sister kisses me.' So my sister kissed me."

He pointed to his left cheek: "I kissed him here."

He then pointed to the right: "I kissed him here too."

"And here, here, here too~"

Then, he squinted and smiled sweetly:

"After the kiss, my sister's face turned red."

Zhou Si's face turned completely dark.

So, at the hotel at noon, Li Ruo was two minutes and seven seconds late, not because the elevator was slow, but because this madman blocked her in the elevator and kissed her?!

Lu Ran slammed the pot down on his hand with a loud bang, splashing scalding soup everywhere.

Guo Yiling snatched the glasses that had slipped off her nose and clutched them tightly to her fingertips.

Pei Qingrang remained expressionless, but a dark undercurrent surged beneath his calm eyes.

Lu Xingzhou's elegance shattered completely at this moment.

He recalled the effortless and natural response Li Ruo had given him when he kissed her in the suite earlier…

Damn, so that's how you train?!