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

Li Ruo stared at the text message for a few seconds, then replied:

〔good.〕

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

Jiang Wu in the dimly lit art studio: ?

She agreed so readily?

Driven by curiosity, Jiang Wu couldn't resist sending a second text message:

[They dared to come without even asking who I was?]

Li Ruo: Why are you asking? Is the phone call free?

According to the information provided by the comments, Jiang Wu has extreme emotions, pursues the ultimate aesthetics, has a serious collecting obsession, and in his previous life, he regarded Xia Qinghe as a perfect work of art and wanted to possess her.

So, what strategy should be used to deal with this kind of person?

In the darkness, Li Ruo seemed to have thought of something, and slightly curled the corners of her lips.

I pinched Zhou Si's abs today, they felt so good, some white, some pink, I don't know...

A sudden downpour began outside.

Li Ruo was kept awake by the noise. After tossing and turning for a while, she opened her contacts and found the number of the student union's discipline minister.

Feeling lonely late at night... how about sending a message to cheer yourself up?

Li Ruo revealed a hint of smugness, her fair and slender fingers typing a text message.

While his roommate Guo Yiling was still in the office holding a meeting to enforce discipline, Zhou Si, who was currently squatting in the dormitory bathroom, wasn't constipated or scrubbing his feet, but rather—

She squatted there, coldly washing her lace lingerie.

A message popped up on my phone.

While he was flicking soap suds and cigarette ash off his hands, he opened the text message.

It's raining so hard here tonight, I wonder if it's raining hard where you are, brother?

Zhou Si stared at the text message, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

rain?

Is it big or not?

He glanced out the window almost instinctively.

The rain was pouring down, pounding against the glass with a loud crackling sound; it was indeed heavy.

What the hell is this thing?!

His first thought was that some idiot had sent the wrong weather forecast.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he instinctively wanted to yell, "Are you fucking crazy?"

The finger hovered over the screen, but the movement stopped.

Then, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he squinted and looked down at his hands, which were covered in soap bubbles, and at the pile of delicate and alluring lace trinkets in the basin.

Water droplets slid down the translucent fabric, meandering into the suggestive crevices.

The rain is so heavy...

The bastard string in my mind snapped shut.

"Hold!"

A low growl rolled out of his throat, filled with disbelief and an instantly ignited evil fire.

He stood up abruptly, his movement so sudden that his knee almost hit the edge of the sink, and the slippery black lace in his hand nearly flew out of his grasp.

This is not a weather forecast!

This is a text message with color overlay, and it was sent to me proactively!

Who? Who is so unafraid of death?

Ignoring the foam all over his hands and the pitiful piece of cloth, he hastily wiped his fingers on the towel, grabbed his phone, and stared intently at the unfamiliar number.

Who would dare send him something like this... something so damn ambiguous and hooking?!

His first thought was that some clueless suitor or rival was playing a prank.

But this tone...

She doesn't seem like those delicate or timid girls.

It was nothing like the style of his rough-and-tumble brothers.

In a flash, the face of that deceptively beautiful woman from the daytime, who was so audacious as to cut his arms behind his back and make him wash his underwear, suddenly flashed into his mind.

Chestnut brown curly hair, peach-colored lips, innocent and pure eyes, and the monstrous strength and infuriating calmness hidden in that slender body!

Li Ruo.

Who else could it be but her?!

A surge of anger, interest, and provocation rushed to his head.

Zhou Si touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and felt a slight itch in his back molars.

He quickly swiped his thumb across the screen and dialed back.

I tried calling again, but it was still busy.

"Hold!!!"

He cursed again, "Did he deliberately flirt and then run away?"

He messaged me: "Where the hell did you get my number?"

send.

I waited for half a minute, but there was no reply.

Zhou Si licked his dry lips and grinned, letting out a wild and unrestrained smile.

Fine, you're playing with fire, huh?

Let's see who gets it burning first.

He squinted, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending out another line:

[Whether it's big or not, come and see for yourself!]

send.

Still no movement.

Zhou Si's reckless and unruly spirit came to the fore.

He simply tossed the wet lace in his hand into the sink next to him, not caring whether it would wrinkle, and leaned against the cold tile wall, starting to edit the third line under the dim light.

A cold smile played on his lips, his eyes gleaming like a wild beast that had caught the scent of its prey.

[What, you sent a pretty bold text message, but you're chickening out in real life? You dared to send it but don't dare to admit it?]

[Or is that all you're capable of? All you can do is flirt?]

Two messages were sent, but they were ignored.

Zhou Si scoffed softly, the anger in his heart burning ever brighter.

You just want to see it, right?

Satisfy her.

In the dark dormitory, Li Ruo ignored the barrage of text messages from Zhou Si.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, just as she had expected, she managed to completely break down the mad dog's defenses and send him a freshly taken selfie.

In the cramped bathroom, a tall, broad-shouldered, and narrow-waisted boy stood in front of the sink mirror where water droplets slid down. His white tank top, wet and clinging to his chest, was lifted by his well-defined fingers, revealing his clearly defined eight-pack abs.

There are also clear V-lines on both sides.

This selfie cleverly reveals a small portion of her pectoral muscle on one side, bulging and swollen, exuding a silent boast and an alluring desire.

The shooting angle was a bit crooked, and the lighting was a bit dim, but the sense of surging power and wildness was palpable.

The caption, just three words, is arrogant and direct, full of Zhou Si's scoundrel style:

[Compare?]

In the darkness, the girl's face, illuminated by the light from her phone, revealed a lewd smile.

Sure enough, the stray dog ​​reacted very strongly when provoked.

Compare?

Let's have a contest.

We're already being generous by giving you a little treat; do you really want to open a candy shop?

Turn off your phone and go to sleep.

-

The next morning, Li Ruo was awakened by the school bell.

She got up, washed up, changed into her school uniform, and put on a lighter makeup than yesterday.

She only applied lip balm and barely wore any eye makeup, making her incredibly delicate and striking face look even more innocent and pure.

Xia Qinghe was taken aback when she saw her attire:

"Li Ruo, why are you dressed so formally today?"

Yesterday, Li Ruo was sexy and alluring; today, she's pure and lovely—the contrast is striking.

"Didn't you say last night that the president told us to follow the dress code?"

Li Ruo said while packing her schoolbag:

"I think he's right. Students should act like students."

Xia Qinghe: "..."

She felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The two went to the cafeteria for breakfast together, and then went to class.

Along the way, Li Ruo could feel many eyes on her.

The boys were amazed, and the girls were jealous.

Although her outfit today was much more conservative than yesterday's, her face and figure were still incredibly attractive.

When I arrived at the door of Class 2A, the noisy classroom fell silent for a moment.

"These are the two transfer students?"

All eyes turned to Li Ruo.

"It's so beautiful..."

"She looks like a vixen; things are going to get dangerous in our class!"

Upon hearing these words, Xia Qinghe's wildly beating heart suddenly tightened.

She lowered her head even further, adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, and didn't dare to make eye contact with her classmates in the classroom.

She was afraid that she would become the center of attention again in this life.

But in the end, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart, and slightly turned her head to look at the last row of seats by the window.

I can finally see him again.

Gu Yan.

That was the safe haven she longed for but could not obtain in her past life, and the only one she wanted to hold onto after being reborn in this life.

The morning sunlight shone through the glass, casting a light gold hue on the boy's slender shoulders.

He was wearing a plain school uniform that had faded a bit from washing, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of clean-cut forearms. He was looking down intently at the open textbook, his profile clean, his nose straight, and his long eyelashes casting a light shadow under his eyes.

He was surrounded by the deliberately suppressed whispers and stares of the noble children, but he sat there like a tall bamboo growing quietly alone in the noisy world.

In her past life, when Xia Qinghe was suffocating from being harassed by those six obsessive and crazy people, Gu Yan was the only light in her heart.

At that time, she was naive and ignorant. She was sent to St. Lia Academy by her family as a tool for a political marriage. Because of her outstanding appearance and gentle personality, she was targeted, fought over, and imprisoned by six obsessive madmen...

She was like a canary trapped in a magnificent cage, her wings being broken inch by inch, her breath being slowly taken away.

At that time, Gu Yan was already a prominent figure who was specially admitted based on top scholarships and competition results. He was a poor but proud academic genius and the unattainable white moonlight in the hearts of countless girls.

She was already an object of ambiguity in the academy, marked by several powerful and influential madmen.

But during those dark years, Gu Yan was the only one who never coveted or schemed against her, and was even willing to lend her a helping hand.

She remembered that rainy night when she fled in a panic from some crazy man's villa, falling down in a back alley of the college, soaking wet and in a sorry state.

It was him, holding a simple black umbrella, silently tilting it over her head, handing her a tissue to wipe her tears, then taking off his coat and draping it over her shivering shoulders. He didn't ask anything, only saying:

"Don't cry, I'll protect you."

He gambled his entire life on that promise.

Later, when she was cornered in an alley by Zhou Si's men, he disregarded his own safety and stood up to try to reason with her. As a result, he was beaten until his head bled, but he still stood firmly in front of her.

When Jiang Wu was morbidly admiring and stalking her, it was he who sensed something was wrong and repeatedly pulled her away from the brink of danger.

Gu Yan was the only person in this glamorous yet corrupt academy who made her feel safe.

His integrity, kindness, resilience, and gentleness devoid of any desire were the solace of her dark past life, and the safe haven she was determined to hold onto tightly after her rebirth.

She will never repeat the same mistake in her life!

She wanted to stay away from all the lunatics and be with Gu Yan peacefully and innocently.