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

The study door closed silently behind me.

Li Ruo stood still, without moving.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, its orange-red light accompanied by a soft crackling sound.

The flickering firelight sliced ​​the entire study into fragments of light and shadow.

The owner of the manor sat at the center of those fragments.

He didn't look up.

Li Ruo could only see his outline:

His shoulders were straight, his back was slightly leaning forward, one hand was resting on the armrest of the sofa, and the other hand was flipping through the booklet on his lap.

The firelight danced across his body, but it couldn't illuminate his face.

It's as if he himself is a forbidden zone of light.

[I just randomly sculpted this? God, are you asleep? I can't sleep.]

This description reminds me of the perfect maps run by AI, but AI maps don't have that same sense of pressure.

The phrase "inhuman" gives me goosebumps!!

Li Ruo suddenly remembered Xia Qinghe's expression when she said those words:

"Fu Chenzhou... he's from another world."

She didn't understand at the time.

Now she understands.

They are not from another social class, nor are they people of another identity.

Rather, they are people of another kind.

Time passed by, second by second.

How long did the fire in the fireplace burn?

Three minutes?

Five minutes?

Li Ruo didn't know.

She only knew that her back was starting to ache and her calves were starting to stiffen, but she didn't move.

It's not that we're afraid to move.

Rather, it is the silence itself that carries weight.

It pressed down on her shoulders, on her breath, on every inch of air in this study.

at last.

Fu Chenzhou slowly raised his head.

Li Ruo saw his face clearly.

For a moment, she almost forgot to breathe.

It was a kind of beauty that shouldn't exist in the human world.

It's not the kind of perfection that humans consider beautiful.

Facial proportions, skin texture, bone structure—those are all too superficial and simplistic.

Fu Chenzhou's perfection is a thorough and extreme kind of perfection that is chilling.

It is a kind of perfection that transcends the scope of human cognition.

It carries a strong sense of inhumanity.

It's as if God, when creating man, suddenly grew tired of the crudeness of the mortal body and casually sculpted an existence that should only exist in imagination.

It's like something crawling out of an abyss, wearing human skin but having forgotten how to mimic human temperature.

Every line of his facial features looked as if it had been measured with the most precise instruments and then sculpted by the hands of a deity.

Deep-set brow bones cast a light shadow on the eye sockets;

His nose bridge was as straight as a knife, cutting through distinct light and shadow;

The curve of her thin lips was aloof and noble, as if they had never been touched by warmth.

The jawline is so sharp it could cut through one's line of sight.

These perfect facial features combine to create a face that evokes a sense of aloofness that makes one hesitant to look directly at it.

It's like the highest-ranking Buddha statue in a temple.

It is both beautiful and cold to the extreme.

Believers can only kneel in worship and dare not get close.

[Believers can only kneel and worship, they dare not approach... Help! I'll kneel down and call him Daddy!!]

[Lips that have never been touched by warmth... I don't dare to think about it!]

This description reminds me of those ice sculptures; they're undeniably beautiful, but touching them could cause frostbite, and that's also true.

But what truly sent chills down Li Ruo's spine was his eyes.

Those silver-gray pupils.

Like a frozen lake in winter, clear but cold.

Like the sky before a storm, it harbors a danger that could erupt at any moment, making it oppressive and suffocating.

Like a rock 20,000 meters below the surface of the ocean, unseen for millions of years, it has long lost all emotion and silently witnessed the annihilation of countless lives.

Those eyes just stared at her, devoid of any emotion.

There was no curiosity, no interest, no aversion, no liking.

There was only a deathly silence and an absolute, bone-chilling cold.

The most terrifying thing is the absence of emotion; if there's no disgust, it means they don't even consider you a human being!

Sisters, this isn't a domineering CEO, this is the abyss itself!

The two were less than a meter apart.

Those eyes were looking at her at that moment.

Li Ruo could feel that gaze.

It's not about watching.

It is penetration.

It means to cut it open.

It is a process of dissecting a living person into lines, proportions, and light and shadow, breaking them down into fragments from skin to bones to soul.

Then they evaluated, measured, and weighed each piece individually.

It's not the way a man looks at a woman.

It's for collectors to look at their collections.

It is Death that looks upon those who are about to die.

It is the abyss that stares at the ants that dare to step onto the edge.

Li Ruo's fingertips curled slightly, her nails digging into her palm.

It hurts.

She is still alive.

But she didn't look away.

"Li Ruo".

He spoke.

The voice was deep, with a metallic quality, as if it came from a very deep place, or as if it were hitting her eardrums directly.

"sit."

He lowered his head and continued flipping through the booklet in his hand.

Long, slender fingers turned the pages with an elegant yet casual motion.

She was just a guest who arrived on time, and everything tonight was just an ordinary evening.

Li Ruo walked over.

She controlled her pace.

Don't go too fast, or you'll seem impatient;

Don't be too slow, or you'll appear timid.

Each step was taken at a steady pace, keeping the spine in a graceful curve.

She sat down at the other end of the sofa, keeping the furthest distance between them.

The sofa was so soft you could almost sink into it.

But she kept her back straight, only sitting a third of the way up, with her hands folded on her knees, her posture impeccable.

But she knew that no matter how she sat, she was being observed by those lowered eyes.

[Li Ruo's mental fortitude is truly remarkable; my legs would have gone weak by now...]

[Sitting only one-third of the way down, is this socialite posture ingrained in their DNA?]

But no matter how elegant you are, you can't escape those eyes...

Li Ruo's gaze fell on the booklet in his hand.

The booklet is open.

There was a photo pasted on it.

It is a portrait of a young man.

The man was handsome.

No, it's stunningly beautiful.

But his eyes were empty, like a beautiful doll whose soul had been taken away.

They look exactly like the people in the paintings downstairs.

Below the photo, there is a line of text:

"Item No. 137: Perfect proportions. Acquisition date: March 15, 2024. Condition: Excellent."

Li Ruo's pupils contracted slightly.

Collection.

Saved status.

excellent.

She lowered her eyelashes, suppressing all her emotions in her eyes.

She did not speak.

It didn't even disrupt my breathing.

But something climbs up from the very bottom of the spine.

Cold, wet, and fishy-smelling.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning.

But she no longer felt warm.

Time continued to pass.

The only sounds in the study were the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the occasional rustling of him turning the pages.

Li Ruo sat there motionless, her taut back already starting to ache.

She wanted to move around and loosen her stiff muscles.

But she... was hesitant to act rashly.

She didn't dare disturb the man opposite her.

His aura was so cold.

It was so cold that the temperature in the entire study was ten degrees lower than outside.

It was so cold that the air seemed to have frozen into ice.

It was so cold that Li Ruo felt frost forming in her lungs with every breath she took.

That wasn't a deliberately released sense of oppression.

Rather, it is something innate.

Like a sleeping, ancient ferocious beast.

Just by sleeping, he silenced all living beings.

[An ancient ferocious beast...the kind that doesn't even dare to breathe when it's asleep??]

The most terrifying kind of oppression isn't the kind that's deliberately released; they're born monsters!