I'm just a lackey of a prestigious academy, why do they all kiss me?

Jiang Wo's hand was right next to Shen Chuyan's face, very close. He felt that Shen Chuyan's face was like a ball of fire, burning his palm.

Things changed too fast. He had just received Shen Chuyan's forgiveness that morning, but now, not long after, he was about to offend her again.

And what's most damning is that, upon closer examination, this disaster was actually caused by himself.

The reconciliation achieved through bread ultimately led to an even worse situation because of the bread itself.

The guilt in his heart grew heavier, especially when Shen Chuyan stared at him with those cold, deep eyes, Jiang Wo's fingertips trembled slightly.

If he really hit Shen Chuyan, she would definitely hate him. He didn't lay a hand on her during the abandoned warehouse incident, and he could still manage to repair his relationship with her with gifts. But this time is different. This time he's going to physically assault Shen Chuyan. Even if he gives her ten gifts, she probably won't forgive him.

Moreover, the only thing he could give away was candy... Thinking of this, Jiang Wo realized with some sadness that even if he wanted to give a gift, he couldn't come up with ten.

When will His Highness Innaheng finally realize this? He's bullying Shen Chuyan now simply because he's deeply attracted to her.

His Highness has been standing on high for too long and rarely encounters anyone who dares to directly defy him. Shen Chuyan's stubbornness in not yielding to power, her rebellious spirit of daring to resist, and her tenacious and admirable qualities all stir His Highness Yingnaheng's heart.

This was love at first sight.

Any suppressed emotion, once it reaches a critical point, will unleash an extremely terrifying power. Don't be fooled by how smug Prince Innaheng is bullying Shen Chuyan now. Once he realizes his true feelings, he'll regret it to the core. If he gets ruthless, he might even slap himself in the face.

If His Highness can even slap himself, then one can imagine the treatment Jiang Wo will receive for slapping Shen Chuyan; she might even get her head turned into a pig's head.

After being disemboweled, Jiang Wo was subjected to another form of punishment: being turned into a pig's head.

Jiang Wo really wanted to leave with some dignity.

His body trembled slightly as he turned his head to look at Innaheng, his eyes filled with helplessness, and his voice pitiful, "Your Highness..."

"Calling Your Highness won't do any good." Innaheng thought to himself that this silly snail was being coquettish again, but this time, he was heartless. He ignored the electric current surging up his spine and said coldly, "Keep fanning yourself. You can't stop until I tell you to."

Jiang Wo's plan to awaken the seed of love named Shen Chuyan hidden deep within Prince Ying Naheng's heart has failed.

Prince Innaheng is terrifying when he has a cold face. Jiang Wo never dares to challenge his authority. Offending Prince Innaheng means death now, and offending Shen Chuyan means death in the future.

Whether you die sooner or later, you're going to die anyway.

Everyone must die eventually; some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather, or some may die a little later.

It's better to die a little later.

Jiang Wo thought to herself that she was really a bad person with a terrible personality.

With her pleas for help yielding no results, Jiang Wo had no choice but to face Shen Chuyan once again.

He tried his best to ignore Shen Chuyan's gaze, constantly bolstering his courage and preparing himself mentally.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and the air rushed past as the slap landed hard... then touched Shen Chuyan's cheek.

Yes, in the eyes of everyone watching, it could only be considered touching, and even for Shen Chuyan herself, it could only be considered touching.

Because it doesn't hurt at all; not only does it not hurt, it's incredibly tender.

It even... has a very pleasant sweet scent.

After gathering all that strength, all I managed to do was poke someone with my claws.

Not to mention the boys around him, even Ina Heng was stunned by what was happening.

While Innaheng was slightly stunned, Jiang Wo mistakenly took his silence as dissatisfaction.

Just now, His Highness Innaheng said that if he didn't tell me to stop, I absolutely cannot stop.

So this means he needs to keep playing.

Practice makes perfect, and Jiang Wo could only continue to slap Shen Chuyan in the face against her conscience.

As he fought, he apologized to Shen Chuyan in his heart, and also apologized many times to his future self who was about to suffer a terrible sacrifice.

After hitting him more than a dozen times, Ying Naheng finally couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed Jiang Wo's wrist, almost gritting his teeth, "I told you to hit him, why are you touching him like that?"

"I'm playing..." Jiang Wo said subconsciously.

Before she could finish speaking, Ying Naheng interrupted her, "Still hitting him? At the rate you're hitting him, you could beat a dog so hard it'd roll over and you could pet it. If you keep going like this, our classmate Shen is going to be beaten to death by you."

Jiang Lettuce was stunned.

He glanced at Shen Chuyan instinctively and saw that Shen Chuyan's eyes were bloodshot and the tips of his ears were an unnatural red. He was clenching his jaw, as if he was enduring something painfully.

It was clearly a humiliating posture of enduring insults, not the kind of pleasure that Prince Inna-heng described.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Wo understood. This was probably what the old folks meant by "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Although Prince Innaheng did not yet understand his own feelings, his instincts told him that Shen Chuyan was very alluring. Therefore, no matter what Shen Chuyan looked like, Prince Innaheng would automatically put an alluring shell on him in his mind.

The power of love is truly terrifying.

Jiang Wo couldn't help but worry even more about her future.

But before he could worry for long, Ying Naheng pinched the tip of his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe through his nose. Jiang Wo immediately snapped back to reality.

Inna clicked his tongue, somewhat disdainfully, and said, "How can you be so stupid? You can't even slap someone properly, you need someone to teach you." He paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Idiot, your nose is being pinched, breathe through your mouth."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wo gave a soft "oh" and then began to exhale through her mouth.

He thought that His Highness Innaheng was angry and deliberately not allowing him to breathe, which was why he had been holding his breath. It turned out that His Highness just wanted to pinch his nose.

"Little Lettuce, tell me the truth, how did you grow to be so big?" Inna asked.

The topic changed so quickly that Jiang Wo was a little caught up in Ying Naheng's train of thought. However, since his older brother had asked, Jiang Wo, as the younger brother, naturally had to answer. He licked his lips and cautiously began, "I make a living."

Innaheng: ...

He decided to skip the topic.

This little idiot seems to have no idea that he's an idiot.

Jiang Wo blinked, not understanding why Prince Innaheng had suddenly stopped talking.

Could it be because he lied?

Rice was a precious commodity; he hadn't actually eaten it many times before coming to St. Eton College.

However, eating is a very broad concept. In a broad sense, humans must constantly eat in order to survive. Perhaps it would have been more accurate for him to answer that he was eating and absorbing energy.

But before he could explain, Innaheng seemed to have skipped the topic again.

"Since you don't know how, then follow me and learn properly," Innaheng commanded.

Jiang Wo, the younger brother, accepted the order and nodded subconsciously.

Innaheng was slightly satisfied. He stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and said to Jiang Wo, "Put your hand here."

Jiang Wo did as she was told, carefully placing her hand in Ying Naheng's palm and softly asking, "Is this how it is?"

Innaheng nodded. "Now, place the back of your hand against my palm, palm up, and spread your five fingers apart."

Jiang Wo obediently cooperated.

"Very good," Inna said, then placed the little finger of his other hand into Jiang Wo's palm and instructed, "Hold it."

Hold the ginger and lettuce in your hand.

Innaheng lifted his hand up slightly to test his grip strength, then said, "Okay, let go."

The ginger and lettuce slowly loosened up again.

Innaheng then continued, "Now I'll repeat it three times: I am the strongest man in the world."

Jiang Wo blinked, not understanding, but did as she was told.

"I am the strongest person in the world."

"I am the strongest person in the world."

"I am the strongest person in the world."

After speaking, he looked at Innaheng.

Innaheng: "Who is the strongest person in the world?"

"I...I am...the strongest person in the world?" Jiang wo stammered, spouting a blatant lie that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe.

Innaheng frowned and said firmly, "Not decisive enough. Answer me firmly in your loudest voice: Didn't you promise me you'd study hard? Are you slacking off now?"

Jiang Wo was accused of being passive and uncooperative, and she really reflected on herself.

Therefore, when Innaheng asked again, "Who is the strongest little snail in the world?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Wo crisply declared, "I am the strongest little snail in the world!"

He realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking.

But what's even more wrong is yet to come.

After he finished speaking, Ying Naheng smiled with her eyes crinkled and her lips curled up. She covered the back of his hand with her large hand and then slapped Shen Chuyan hard across the face.

A bright red handprint appeared on Shen Chuyan's profile, perfectly matching Jiang Wo's palm.

Innaheng was satisfied, but after staring at the handprint for a few seconds, he felt that something was making him very uncomfortable.

As for Jiang Wo, the villain in his heart was already weeping.

Alas, fate is hard to defy.

He's destined to turn into a Dora-shaped pig's head in the future.