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

Jiang Wu seemed not to feel any pain.

His eyes were fixed on Li Ruo, never leaving her from the moment he was dragged in.

This pale-faced boy was the craziest and most ruthless of the six.

At this moment, he knelt in a pool of blood, yet his amber eyes smiled the brightest, most radiant, and most innocent smile.

Fu Chenzhou's gaze fell on his chest.

"Your name is Jiang Wu?"

"Yes."

Jiang Wu nodded, her tone as obedient as a primary school student.

But those amber eyes stared straight at Fu Chenzhou, without a trace of fear, only a pure, innocent, and naive curiosity.

Fu Chenzhou looked at him, a deeper interest flashing in his gray eyes:

"Aren't you afraid of the pain?"

"I'm not afraid."

Jiang Wu shook her head, her smile growing even brighter.

That smile was as innocent as a child's, yet it sent chills down your spine:

"You're most lucid when you're in pain."

"When you're in pain, you know best that you're still alive."

Fu Chenzhou paused for a second, then said:

"I want your heart."

His tone was so calm, as if he were saying, "I want that book, give it to me."

"You're so unafraid of pain, your heart must be very special."

He leaned down slightly, looking at Jiang Wu's chest, as if admiring the beating heart through the skin:

"I'm going to dig it up and keep it."

[A heart?! Fu Chenzhou wants Jiang Wu's heart?!]

This is going to kill him! Will Jiang Wu agree to this?!

He would definitely agree! He's a madman anyway!

The five lunatics' expressions changed drastically in an instant.

heart?!

That would be fatal!

Zhou Si roared, struggling like a mad wolf: "Fu Chenzhou, you motherfucker!!"

Lu Xingzhou's voice was as cold as ice: "This is murder!"

Lu Ran's eyes turned red: "Damn it! You want his life?!"

Pei Qingrang's face turned completely cold, and the look in his eyes behind his glasses was so chilling it could freeze a person to death.

"Mr. Fu, your request is excessive."

Guo Yiling gritted her teeth: "You madman, you'll get your comeuppance!"

Jiang Wu was still smiling, like a child whose mind had not yet been fully developed.

He tilted his head and looked at Fu Chenzhou as if he were looking at an interesting and wise elder.

After all, in his mind, he believed that what Fu Chenzhou wanted was similar to his own needs, like a kindred spirit.

"After I'm dug out, will I still be alive?"

His tone was frighteningly naive.

"No." Fu Chenzhou said the truth.

"oh."

Jiang Wu nodded, then fell into deep thought.

Then he subconsciously looked at Li Ruo.

In that instant, his amber eyes changed.

It's no longer that naive and morbid emptiness, but a overflowing, almost overflowing, longing.

Like a puppy that has finally found its owner.

"elder sister……"

His voice was soft and gentle, almost like he was pleading:

"If my heart were taken out, could I still give it to my sister?"

He tilted his head, his smile both innocent and cruel:

"I want my sister to see what color my heart is..."

Li Ruo's nails clenched so tightly that her teeth trembled.

pain.

But she didn't move.

He didn't say anything.

Jiang Wu looked at her and waited for her.

I waited for three seconds.

She did not speak.

Then he smiled.

That smile seemed to indicate that he had received the answer he wanted.

"Does my sister's silence mean she agrees?"

His tone became lighter:

"Alright then."

He turned to Fu Chenzhou, his amber eyes sparkling, his tone light as if he had already decided what to have for supper that night:

"for you."

"Dig it."

Fu Chenzhou looked at him for three seconds.

For those three seconds, a novel desire for exploration surged in his gray eyes.

This seemingly naive but wildly eccentric boy is capable of creating far more surprises for him than he imagined.

Then he nodded.

He turned around and walked towards Pei Qingrang.

The eldest son of the Pei family was pressed against the wall, his gold-rimmed glasses askew, revealing his cold eyes.

But his eyes remained frighteningly calm.

He was as calm as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

Fu Chenzhou walked up to him, reached out, and took off his glasses.

Pei Qingrang did not struggle, nor did he even blink.

He just looked at Fu Chenzhou, his eyes as cold as the stars on a winter night.

"The Pei family."

Fu Chenzhou spoke softly, as if reciting a brief introduction:

"A family of scholars, with generations of distinguished and virtuous lineage."

"Our ancestors included three imperial tutors and two grand secretaries. In this generation, they remain the most distinguished family in the capital."

He tilted his head slightly, sizing up Pei Qingrang:

"You have inherited all the best qualities of the Pei family."

His gaze moved from Pei Qingrang's eyes to his forehead, and then to the bridge of his nose...

It's like appreciating an antique, or dissecting a corpse.

"A brilliant mind."

"A calm mind."

"Accurate judgment."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"A deeply hidden ambition."

Then he looked down at Pei Qingrang's nose.

Pei Qingrang's nose.

Straight, exquisite, with perfect lines, it looks as if it was carved stroke by stroke with the finest carving knife.

"The third young master of the Pei family."

Fu Chenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice very soft, as if he were revealing a secret:

"I've heard that your sense of smell is ten times that of an average person."

"It can smell the ink from fifty years ago, distinguish the authenticity of antiques, and detect danger from a hundred meters away."

"so……"

He paused, his tone as if announcing a verdict:

"I want your nose."

Pei Qingrang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just like that.

But everyone saw it.

nose?

Without his nose, is he still Pei Qingrang?

Is he still the same Pei Qingrang who can smell all the truth, judge everything by smell, and satisfy all his collecting desires?

Without a nose, how can he find bargains in the antique market?

How can you distinguish between genuine and fake items at an auction?

How could I... smell her scent from a distance of a hundred meters?

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Li Ruo.

Even from several meters away, he could clearly smell her scent.

That refreshing scent, permeating his very being, filled him with a joyful and lingering fragrance that he cherished every time he smelled it.

That was her scent; he remembered it, he had remembered it long ago.

Pei Qingrang smiled coolly and calmly.

That smile, with Pei Qingrang's unique aloofness and reserve, was like looking at an exhibit in a museum, or like going through the motions at a boring banquet.

"OK."

His voice was calm, as if he were saying yes:

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

Fu Chenzhou nodded.

Finally, he stopped in front of Guo Yiling.

Guo Yiling knelt on the ground, her knees digging into the cold floor tiles, the pain making them numb.

But he raised his head and looked directly into Fu Chenzhou's eyes, without flinching or showing any fear.

Fu Chenzhou looked at his lips.

Guo Yiling's lips are thin and sharp, with distinct lines; they are lips naturally suited for debate, persuasion, and controlling people's hearts.

"The eldest son of the Guo family."

Fu Chenzhou spoke softly, as if reading from a file:

"I've heard that you've been eloquent since childhood, able to talk the dead back to life and the living to death."

He leaned slightly closer:

"At fifteen, he represented his school in the national debate competition, single-handedly defeating three opponents and becoming famous overnight."

"I joined the student council at the age of eighteen, and in three years, I transformed it from a mere figurehead into an organization that could challenge the school administration."

"At the age of twenty, he became the student council president and formulated the student code of conduct that is still in use at Teito University today."

He straightened up, his gray eyes devoid of emotion.

"This mouth can engage in fierce debates and control people's hearts."

"I want your tongue."

Guo Yiling's face was as white as paper, and her lips trembled slightly.

Tongue.

Without a tongue, how can he speak?

How can we debate? How can we speak at a conference? How can we reason with people, explain rules, and discuss the law?

How else can he... protect those things he's willing to risk his life to protect?

He turned his head and looked at Li Ruo as well.

Li Ruo stood there, her whole body trembling slightly.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her face was pale, and her eyes were red, but she didn't utter a single word.

He looked at her.

Looking at her clenched fists, her reddened eyes, and her trembling body.

Then he thought, could her tongue be more important than her life?

He will only lose his tongue, his ability to speak, and what he is most proud of.

And she, without him, without them, would be stuck here forever.

Stay by this madman's side.

She stayed by the side of this pervert who wanted to turn her into a specimen.

He closed his eyes.

three seconds.

Then open your eyes.

"……good."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to recognize him, but his eyes remained as firm as ever.

He was as resolute as when he gave his final statement in a debate.

"for you."