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

"Li Ruo!"

Xia Qinghe stopped Li Ruo, who was about to go to the art building with the group, clutching her stomach and showing a pained expression:

"My stomach suddenly hurts a lot, I think I ate something bad this morning. I'll miss art class... could you please ask the teacher for me?"

Seeing her obviously exaggerated acting, Li Ruo understood.

[Here it comes! The female lead is starting to hide from the river mist!]

The art building is Jiang Wu's territory, the place where the female protagonist's nightmares from her past life began.

[The supporting character is going to step on another landmine for the female lead again; I'm always happy to see this.]

I wonder how Li Ruo will deal with the yandere artist this time? I'm curious!

"Okay, cousin, you should get some rest!"

Li Ruo didn't expose her, nodded, and turned to follow the class.

As Xia Qinghe watched Li Ruo's slender figure merge into the crowd and walk towards the art building that she remembered as a den of iniquity, the fear in her heart gradually dissipated.

See, things are developing as she expected. Li Ruo is going to face that crazy, yandere Jiang Wu in her place.

As long as Li Ruo attracts Jiang Wu's attention, she will be safe.

The art building has a spacious interior with excellent natural light. The corridors are lined with outstanding student works and reproductions of famous artists, and the air is filled with the faint smell of turpentine and paint.

The art class for Grade 2 Class A was arranged in a large studio on the fourth floor.

After the teacher gave a brief explanation of today's theme, "Light and Shadow and Structure," the students were allowed to freely choose still life or models for their sketching practice.

Li Ruo chose a spot by the window, with the easel facing a set of plaster geometric shapes and a vase filled with withered branches.

She adjusted the drawing board, picked up the charcoal pencil, and began to sketch the outline with focused concentration.

Having never taken art classes in the slums, her movements were not professional and even a bit clumsy, but her attitude was extremely serious.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, bathing her in golden light and gilding her chestnut-brown hair. Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows on her fair cheeks, and her slender yet steady fingers held the charcoal pencil.

The studio was very quiet, with only the scratching of pens on paper and the occasional hushed conversation.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Ruo felt a gaze fall upon her.

It wasn't the occasional curious glances from classmates, but a colder, more focused, and more intense gaze.

She looked up and gazed at the entrance to the art studio.

A tall, slender figure leaned against the doorframe, his fingers unconsciously tracing the dark red paint stains on his cuff.

The boy stood there quietly, his gaze like invisible threads, clinging to Li Ruo, from the tips of her hair to her eyebrows and eyes, to her fingers holding the charcoal pencil, and then to the slightly naive but clean-lined sketch on the drawing board.

The surrounding students also noticed this handsome and aloof junior, especially the students from the art department, who recognized this renowned genius painter, and a low commotion immediately broke out.

But Jiang Wu completely shut out these disturbances; his world consisted only of Li Ruo in the frame by the door.

Li Ruo stared at him for a few seconds.

Then he did something that surprised everyone.

She faced the doorway, like a simple, confused fawn, tilting her head slightly to reveal a suspicious, adorable expression.

That little expression seemed to be asking: Who are you? Why are you looking at me?

Jiang Wu's fingers, which were rubbing against his sleeve, suddenly stopped.

Those amber eyes stared at Li Ruo for a full ten seconds.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and quietly left the studio door, as if he had never been there at all.

There was a moment of silence in the studio, followed by suppressed murmurs:

"Was that... Jiang Wu, the genius painter from the first year?"

"Why did he come to our class's art studio?"

"He seems to be looking at that transfer student..."

"Li Ruo? Do they know each other?"

The comments section scrolled wildly after Jiang Wu left:

[?? They're leaving already?]

[Li Ruo's expression just now! Absolutely amazing!]

[Her expression is so cute! It's totally like, "Who are you? Why are you looking at me like that?"]

[Jiang Wu didn't come in? Didn't say anything? Just left like that? This doesn't make sense!]

[I guess Jiang Wu was bewildered by Li Ruo's pure curiosity? He's used to people fearing him, disliking him, or being scrutinized by him, but this kind of completely innocent confusion...]

[Possibly! The thought process of a yandere cannot be judged by normal standards!]

[Li Ruo's response... I would call it a stroke of genius!]

She seems to be seriously considering how to deal with each of these crazy people, and she's even using different strategies for each one!

This woman is terrifying! But also incredibly alluring!

After art class, Li Ru packed up her art supplies and followed the crowd out of the art building.

Looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the setting sun dyed the sky orange-red, casting a warm afterglow over the college buildings.

But when she reached the third floor, Li Ruo left the crowd and walked into the corridor, knocking on the door of one of the art studios.

"Enter."

A lazy male voice came from inside.

Li Ruo pushed open the door and went in.

The studio was large and well-lit, with walls covered with paintings of various styles, and the air was filled with the smell of turpentine and paint.

A boy stood with his back to her in front of the easel, holding a palette and painting.

He was tall, wearing a white shirt stained with paint, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

His hair was slightly wavy and messy, but it did not affect his temperament at all, exuding a kind of decadence and elegance unique to artists.

"Junior Brother Jiang Wu?" Li Ruo asked softly.

The boy paused, then turned around.

With the distance closer, Li Ruo could see his face more clearly.

He was very handsome, but with a sickly pallor.

His eyes were deep-set, with light-colored pupils, like amber. He was staring at her intently, his gaze filled with a kind of fanatical light.

"Senior Li Ruo?"

He spoke, his voice was very pleasant, but a little hoarse.

"Yes."

Li Ruo nodded: "Junior, did you need something from me?"

Jiang Wu slowly approached her, walking very slowly, his gaze fixed on her face, as if admiring a work of art.

"I saw my senior in a dress last night, and she had a kind of broken beauty that would make her perfect as my model."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, wanting to touch her face.

Li Ruo didn't flinch; instead, she tilted her head slightly to meet his gaze.

"Junior, shouldn't you introduce yourself before inviting someone to be a model?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, making it easy for people to feel protective of her.

Jiang Wu's hand froze in mid-air.

interesting.

He looked at her, then suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with a morbid excitement:

"Isn't my sister afraid of me?"

"Why be afraid?"

Li Ru blinked: "Junior, you're an artist, not a monster."

Jiang Wu's smile widened. He withdrew his hand, took a step back, and gave an exaggerated bow.

"Jiang Wu, a first-year art student specializing in oil painting. Now, may I invite you to be my model, senior Li Ruo?"

"Okay," Li Ruo nodded, "but I have one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

Li Ruo turned to look at the paintings covering the entire wall: "I don't like these styles. Could you paint something more unique for me, junior?"

"for example?"

"For example, body art," Li Ruo said.

Jiang Wu: "?"

"My sister doesn't care about boundaries," she added.

Jiang Wu: ...?

He followed behind, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

He saw it.

In this girl, he saw the ultimate sense of contradiction he had been searching for.

She has a pure and innocent appearance, but her eyes are clear and determined.

Beneath her delicate appearance lies a powerful heart.

This contrast, which even exceeded his expectations, was so beautiful.

So beautiful... that he wanted to keep it forever.

At this moment, the comments section erupted with warnings:

[The yandere is about to have an attack! He wants to keep Li Ruo as a possession!]

[Li Ruo, be careful! Jiang Wu is even more dangerous than Zhou Si and Guo Yiling!]

He really does lock people up!

But Li Ruo doesn't seem afraid at all?

She's playing with fire again! She's always dancing in the most dangerous and dangerous areas!

After Li Ruo finished looking at all the paintings and seeing the genuine inner thoughts of this yandere in the comments, she turned to face Jiang Wu:

"If you want me to be your model, I hope you can draw a true likeness of me, not... an empty shell. Is that alright?"

Jiang Wu stared at her for a long time, so long that the air seemed to freeze.

Then he suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with an almost manic excitement:

"Okay, very good."

"Of all the girls I've ever drawn, my senior is the most well-behaved."

He reached out, his fingertips touching her delicate, flawless face:

"I promise you, I will paint the real you. Now, may I invite you to my private studio?"

"A private art studio?"

"yes."

Jiang Wu's gaze was fixed on Li Ruo's face, his eyes almost overflowing with fervor:

"We need a place that is absolutely quiet, absolutely private, and perfectly lit..."

His tone carried a chilling longing.

[Private art studio! Don't go, Li Ruo! Going in will be the end of you!]

[In her previous life, the female protagonist was lured into Jiang Wu's private studio under the pretense of becoming a model, and was almost turned into a live specimen by him using special drugs and methods!]

[Jiang Wu's idea of ​​forever collecting is definitely not a metaphor!]

[Li Ruo, run! Don't go with him!]

Li Ruo, however, seemed completely oblivious to the danger, and even nodded in agreement:

"Hmm, you've really thought this through, junior. Shall we go now? I can't wait to see your personal creative space!"

Very nice.

So obedient.

And she is as beautiful as a darling of God, carefully sculpted.

【Has Li Ruo gone mad?!】

She volunteered to go to a private art studio?! And right now?!

[Oh no, she's walked right into a trap! This woman is hopeless!]

Jiang Wu stared at Li Ruo for a few seconds, then slowly uttered a few words, his voice even lower than before, mixed with a hint of suppressed excitement and a kind of triumphant gloom:

"...Okay, let's go now."

He turned around and gestured for Li Ruo to follow.

Li Ruo obediently followed half a step behind him, her eyes lowered, looking docile and harmless.

Jiang Wu's private studio is not in the main building of the art building, but on the top floor of a relatively quiet annex building at the back.

The corridor was empty and quiet, with only the echoes of their footsteps.

Jiang Wu used his fingerprint and password to open a heavy black metal door.

Inside the door lies a world entirely different from the public art studio.

The space is extremely large with a high ceiling, and the overall style is an industrial aesthetic with a cool color scheme.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were partially covered by heavy black velvet curtains, filtering the light into a dim and concentrated state.

In addition to the stronger, more pungent smell of turpentine and oil paint, there was also a faint, slightly astringent odor of chemical reagents in the air.

In the center of the studio stood a huge easel and all sorts of painting tools, while unfinished paintings and sketches were scattered on the floor.

There are several heavy glass display cases against the wall, which seem to contain specimens of various shapes and sizes.

The light was too dim to see clearly.

On one side of the room, there was a small, strangely styled photography studio with professional lighting equipment and a uniquely shaped sofa chair covered in black velvet.

The entire space was eerily quiet, like a secluded tomb or a meticulously crafted prison.

The live chat was flooded with horrified comments:

[Holy crap, this place! It must be where the female lead was imprisoned in my past life!]

Those glass cases! Are they filled with...?

[Li Ruo, run! There's still time!]

How can she remain so calm?!

"Junior's art studio...it's so big and so professional," Li Ruo couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Jiang Wu walked to the easel, turned back to look at her, and a cryptic smile curved his lips:

"Do you like it? You'll come here often in the future."

Once he sets his sights on a prey, there's no escaping his control.

"often?"

Li Ruo tilted her head slightly: "As long as my junior needs me to be a model, I will definitely do my best to cooperate."

Jiang Wu said no more, and pointed to a spot in the center of the room that was specially illuminated by the light:

"Go there. Take your skirt off."

"it is good."

Li Ruoyi walked to the area of ​​light as instructed.

Today she wore a beige knitted cardigan over a light apricot-colored slip dress. The dress had a delicate metal zipper on the side of the waist that snaked down to the top of the hips, serving as both decoration and an opening for putting on and taking off the dress.

She first took off her cardigan and draped it over the back of a chair.

Then, she reached out and pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt.

It didn't budge.

She tried again, but the zipper seemed to be stuck somewhere and wouldn't budge.

Li Ruo frowned slightly, used both hands to pull harder, and even blushed slightly from the effort.

But the zipper was as if it had been welded shut, firmly stuck in place.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wu's voice came from behind the easel, cold and eerie.

"Jiang Wu..."

Li Ruo turned around, her fingers awkwardly gripping the stuck zipper pull:

"The zipper on my skirt... seems to be stuck. I can't pull it."

She raised her eyes, her watery gaze fixed on Jiang Wu, a hint of pleading and embarrassment in them, like a small animal instinctively turning to the only person beside it for help when it encounters trouble.

Jiang Wu put down his charcoal pencil and walked over.

His gaze fell on the metal zipper stuck on the side of Li Ruo's slender waist, then slid over her chest, which was slightly heaving from the exertion, and her flushed cheeks.

"Let me see," he said in a low voice, extending his hand.

Li Ruo cooperated by turning her body slightly to the side, completely exposing the zipper to his view.

She was breathing very lightly, and her body seemed a little stiff from nervousness.

Jiang Wu's fingertips touched the metal zipper buckle, feeling a slight coolness.

His fingers were very nimble, and he tried to pull it up and down a few times, but the zipper remained stubbornly stuck.

"It seems like it's really stuck," Jiang Wu said, her voice very close to her ear.

"Then... what should we do?"

Li Ruo's voice trembled slightly, whether from fear or something else, it was hard to tell.

Jiang Wu didn't say anything, but increased the force in his hand, trying to forcefully pull down the zipper.

Li Ruo could feel the warmth of his fingertips through the thin fabric, and smell the unique, cold scent emanating from him, a mixture of paint and other odors.

She held her breath.

Jiang Wu pulled hard—

"Sizzle!"

A soft, cracking sound as if fabric was being torn.

It wasn't the smooth sound of a zipper being pulled open, but rather the stitching around the zipper pull snapping with tremendous force, and then the entire zipper completely detached from its track!

The gap on the side of the waist, which was originally closed by the zipper, suddenly split open, and because it was no longer restrained by the zipper and because of the inertia of the force just now, the tear quickly widened along the texture of the fabric and the cut lines!

The soft, light apricot-colored fabric, like a petal that has lost its support, slipped down from Li Ruo's waist, following the smooth curves of her body!

From the side waist, to the hip line, and then to the side of the legs...