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

Fu Chenzhou raised an eyebrow:

"Have you thought this through? Without your eyes, you'll never see her again."

Zhou Si's smile faltered for a moment, then he countered with a question:

"I've thought it through. I want to keep these eyes. Will you let us leave then?"

Fu Chenzhou: "Of course not."

Zhou Si scoffed coldly:

"It doesn't matter whether I keep these eyes or not."

"At least... I saw her before I could see her."

"I'll remember her."

Li Ruo's hand tightened even more.

The fingernails dug into the palm.

But she still didn't say anything.

Fu Chenzhou looked at Zhou Si for three seconds.

In those three seconds, a slight glint appeared in the depths of his gray eyes.

Then he nodded, signaling the guard to write it down.

He turned and walked towards Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou was forced to kneel there by the guards, but his back was ramrod straight.

He was kneeling, but his imposing presence remained undiminished.

The kind of privileged upbringing and privilege that comes from being born at the top cannot be suppressed by kneeling.

Those peach blossom eyes were now filled with coldness.

Even in the cold, it is still stunningly beautiful.

Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and her pupils were light in color, as if they held a pool of spring water, or as if they hid ten thousand feet of ice.

Fu Chenzhou's gaze, however, bypassed his eyes and landed on his hands.

Lu Xingzhou's hand.

Those were extremely beautiful hands.

His bones were well-defined, long and strong, his skin was fair, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

Even when controlled and forced to hang by her side, she still maintains a natural and elegant posture.

Hands born to be pianists, hands born to be artists.

Those were hands that had been pampered since childhood, never having done any rough work, never having been injured, and had been carefully cared for for twenty years.

But it is also a pair of hands that can precisely control the steering wheel, can fight, and can fire a gun.

More importantly, those were hands capable of writing the most meticulous business plans, signing the most complex contracts, and managing the entire Lu family business empire.

"Young Master of the Lu Family".

Fu Chenzhou leaned slightly forward, as if admiring a priceless treasure:

"Your hands are beautiful."

His gaze followed Lu Xingzhou's fingers, the back of his hand, and his wrist, as if caressing him with his eyes.

"One of the most beautiful hands I've ever seen."

He paused, a smile of appreciation curving his lips:

"That power to control everything is hidden beneath the elegance; it's the quality of a top-tier work of art."

He straightened up, a determined glint in his grey eyes:

I want both of your hands.

Lu Xingzhou's breathing also stopped.

His fingers twitched involuntarily for a moment, just for a split second.

These hands are everything to him.

How can the future leader of the Lu family be without hands?

Playing the piano requires hands.

To hold a gun, you need your hands.

Taking control of the Lu family's business empire requires hands.

Signing contracts, signing documents, gripping the steering wheel, pushing open the meeting room door... all require hands.

Even embracing your loved one requires hands.

If he doesn't have hands... how will he sign anything? How will he hold the steering wheel?

How... should I hug her?

His gaze also fell on Li Ruo.

Li Ruo stood there quietly the whole time.

But her hands, hanging by her sides, were clenched into fists, her knuckles white.

Lu Xingzhou saw it, and then he smiled too.

That smile carried Lu Xingzhou's uniquely nonchalant air of nobility.

It's like admiring flowers in your own garden, or like killing time at a boring party.

"OK."

His voice was calm, as calm as if he had just agreed to what to eat for dinner:

"I'll give you my hands, both of them."

He looked at Fu Chenzhou, his peach blossom eyes showing no fear whatsoever:

"Let her go."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile that held a noble air with a hint of provocation:

"Anyway... I still have my brain."

"Cousin!"

Lu Ran's eyes widened, his red hair gleaming like a burning flame under the light.

"Are you crazy too?!"

"Go ahead and go crazy."

Lu Xingzhou looked at Li Ruo.

Those peach blossom eyes held a tenderness that had been hidden for so long but could no longer be concealed.

"Anyway, these hands of mine have already touched her."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking about some incredible secret:

"I also remember the feel of her touch."

"Giving her freedom is worth it."

Fu Chenzhou nodded, indicating that he would write it down.

Then, he walked towards Lu Ran.

Lu Ran knelt there, his fiery red hair disheveled, his shirt full of wrinkles and bloodstains, but his eyes still held an untamed arrogance.

Like a wild beast locked in a cage but still refusing to bow its head.

Fu Chenzhou's gaze fell on his legs.

Lu Ran's legs.

Long, strong, with perfect lines.

Wrapped in tight pants, the smooth contours of muscles are visible, a testament to the power and beauty honed through years of racing.

These are legs that can race on the track.

It's a pair of legs that can make a motorcycle drift and bend so hard that sparks fly from the knees.

They are a pair of legs that represent freedom and speed.

"The Lu family's little race car driver."

Fu Chenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your legs are quite outstanding."

"These are the most suitable legs I've ever seen for racing."

"I want your two legs."

Lu Ran's body stiffened.

He looked down at his legs, the legs that had helped him win countless championships.

He started learning to drive at six, competed at ten, won his first championship at fifteen, and broke the track record at eighteen.

These legs are his proudest asset.

If he loses it... he can never race again.

If a race car driver loses his legs, is he still a race car driver?

Without legs, how can he ride a bike? How can he corner? How can he speed along the track? How can he feel the freedom of the wind whistling past his ears?

How else can I... pursue her?

But his gaze also unconsciously fell on Li Ruo.

Li Ruo's hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, as white as paper.

Lu Ran saw it, and then he grinned and smiled.

That smile was arrogant and flamboyant.

Like the middle finger he gives to the audience every time he crosses the finish line, or the stubborn way he acts after being scolded by Li Ruo.

"Fine," he said nonchalantly. "Even if I lose my legs, I still have my hands."

He looked at Fu Chenzhou, his eyes full of provocation: "I can still beat you even if I ride a bike with my hands."

Fu Chenzhou nodded, indicating that he would write it down.

"Lu Ran!"

Zhou Si shouted from the side, his voice trembling, "Don't—"

"Shut up!"

Lu Ran interrupted him and looked up:

"If Ah Si can give me eyes, and my cousin can give me hands, what's wrong with me giving me two legs?"

He looked at Fu Chenzhou, raised his chin, and his arrogant posture was as if he were issuing a challenge:

"Take it, I don't want it!"

All three of them agreed!!!

They've really gone mad!!! They'd give up everything for Li Ruo!!!

[Zhou Si's eyes! Lu Xingzhou's hand! Lu Ran's leg! What kind of divine sacrifice is this?!]

[Li Ruo's expression! She's trembling!]

Li Ruo's body began to tremble slightly.

She looked at the three men, watching them agree without hesitation to give up a part of their bodies.

Zhou Si's eyes lit up when he looked at her.

Lu Xingzhou's hands that had once gently touched her.

Lu Ran's legs were always chasing after her.

They stood there, covered in blood and in a sorry state, but all they wanted was to protect her.

The way they looked at her was still so intense.

Like fire.

Like light.

It's as if even if I were to fall into the abyss, I would still push her towards the light.

She bit her lower lip.

The spot on her lip where she had bitten herself was still throbbing slightly.

But she didn't say anything.

Because Fu Chenzhou has already set his sights on his next target:

River mist.

The pale boy covered in blood, who kept staring at Li Ruo.

Jiang Wu knelt there, covered in wounds, his dusty shirt torn in several places, revealing his pale skin underneath.

The wound on his arm reopened in several places, and blood dripped down his wrist, falling drop by drop to the ground.