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

Jiang Wo looked around uncertainly, and when she realized that Prince Ying Naheng was indeed talking to her, she couldn't help but stiffen.

This is a question that could cost you your life.

Knowing that His Highness Innaheng will inevitably fall madly in love with the protagonist, Shen Chuyan, if he participates in the bullying of Shen Chuyan at this time, and is even the mastermind, then His Highness Innaheng will definitely hold a grudge against him when he fails to win Shen Chuyan's heart in the future.

But if he were to refuse Prince Inna now, he could immediately pack his bags and disappear from St. Eton. That would be the best-case scenario. If things went worse, he might end up missing an arm or a leg and be thrown out of the academy.

The continent of Hobbes has always been a region with a strict hierarchical system. Many years ago, due to an unknown substance infection, alien species and superhumans appeared among humans. Since then, the continent has lost its halo of civilization, and the ideas of power supremacy and the supremacy of the ruling class have become rampant.

To this day, this system of racial and hierarchical theories has become deeply ingrained in people's minds.

The rule of law system still exists, but the groups it serves have long been unbalanced.

Unless it's a particularly serious incident that could cause riots and incite public outrage, people like Jiang Wo, who come from slums and have no powerful connections, are often bullied, humiliated, or even lose their lives. The upper classes always have ways to smooth things over.

"Hey, are you hard of hearing? His Highness Inna is talking to you." Someone nudged Jiang Wo, signaling him to respond quickly.

Jiang Wo knew she was caught between a rock and a hard place, and that she was doomed to die sooner or later.

But right now, I still need to save my life.

So after being pushed, he staggered from the crowd to the center of the field and stood in front of Shen Chuyan.

He stiffly began to take off his shoes.

Shen Chuyan's eyes were as deep and cold as a pool of ice. Just one glance from them made Jiang Wo feel a chill run through her body.

"Your Highness," Jiang Wo called softly, tilting her head, trying to awaken Ying Naheng's conscience. This is your wife, your lover, your protagonist!

"Hmm?" Inna responded in a high-pitched tone, "Don't just stand there, you need to take off your socks too. You can't expect Shen Chuyan to do it for you with her mouth, can you?"

As he spoke, he seemed to think the suggestion was good, "That's quite interesting. You certainly know how to enjoy yourself, troubling our classmate Shen with such a small matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wo deftly took off all her socks. "No, it's no trouble, I can take them off myself."

Because of the swift action, Innaheng didn't even have time to say anything to him.

Those feet were completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Students at St. Eton are required to wear uniforms on campus, even those of high social standing like the Inner Harvest, not to mention Jiang Wo.

Although the design was exquisite, it was still a long-sleeved and long-legged outfit, with very little skin showing. In addition, Jiang Wo had been huddled in the corner since she came in, looking timid and cowardly, which made it easy for people to subconsciously ignore her. Even if they saw her, they probably wouldn't pay much attention to her and would think she was a sleazy person.

Yet this very person was born with such a pair of feet.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her joints were extremely well-proportioned and beautiful. Dark veins extended upwards from the tips of her toes, covered by a thin layer of skin. However, because of her radiant skin, the dark, winding veins appeared particularly clear.

He's clearly a man, but his feet are far too delicate.

These are feet that would be perfect to place on a dark red bed sheet; the joints and every inch of the protrusions are perfect for handling and playing with.

Jiang Wo didn't dare to step directly on the ground. There was too much dust on the ground, and if he stepped on it, his feet would definitely get very dirty. He needed to offend Shen Chuyan as little as possible while obeying Prince Ying Naheng's orders.

Hopefully, in the future, Shen Chuyan will remember that his feet weren't particularly dirty and won't hold a grudge against him too much.

Jiang Wo stepped onto the military green sit-up mat. Because of her nervousness, her feet moved back and forth, and her toes trembled and curled slightly.

"Why aren't you moving?" Ying Naheng asked, her voice slightly different from before, but not by much, so Jiang Wo didn't notice.

Move? Jiang Wo didn't quite understand. Did it mean he had to stretch his foot in front of Shen Chuyan?

However, with his strong survival instinct, Jiang Wo responded even without understanding. Having been the little brother for half a year, he had learned a few things. The most important thing was that he must not let his boss's words fall on the ground, so he hurriedly replied, "It's moving, it's about to move."

As expected, his words provoked Shen Chuyan.

Although she doesn't remember much about the plot of the comic, Shen Chuyan is the most important protagonist, so Jiang Wo still knows his character and image.

A flower on a high mountain, unblemished and aloof, his pride is unyielding, which is also his charm. He attracts many talented young men who want to possess him. Besides his handsome face, what's more important is his challenging and conquering personality.

Shen Chuyan began to struggle violently. It was too humiliating for him to lick the feet of an ugly nobody. He resisted even more fiercely than before, and the two top-notch thugs were unable to hold him down for a while and let him break free.

Among the group of men, Jiang Wo was indeed rather short, and since he didn't exercise much, he didn't have much muscle. After Shen Chuyan escaped, his body bumped into Jiang Wo's shoulder due to inertia.

With that one impact, Jiang Wo was knocked onto the mat.

The pad was thick enough that, apart from feeling a little dizzy, Jiang Wo didn't feel any pain, which was fortunate.

But his relief was short-lived, as he soon discovered some bad news: his glasses had been knocked off.

No wonder he saw stars in front of him; his nearsightedness and astigmatism were so severe that everything looked like stars when he took off his glasses.

Jiang Wo frantically fumbled for her glasses, while Shen Chuyan was pressed down again.

After all, he was outnumbered. Even if he was a strong person, he couldn't defeat so many equally powerful Saint Eton prodigies.

Ying Naheng's voice rang out again, and he said to Jiang Wo, "Our classmate Shen seems a little shy. Why don't you persuade him and say to him, 'Lick my feet'?"

Jiang Wo was anxious because he couldn't find his glasses, but he couldn't disobey his older brother. Caught between these two dilemmas, Jiang Wo didn't have time to think about how strange his brother's words were.

He squinted, not knowing exactly where Shen Chuyan was. His foot seemed to have kicked something soft, probably a human body. So he tentatively stepped on it very lightly, making a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "You, you-one-right, no, it's not dirty."

Because of her panic and nervousness, and because she knew that the person in front of her was someone she couldn't afford to offend, Jiang Wo was a little scared. All sorts of emotions piled up, turning her face into an extremely delicate pinkish-white.

The blush on her cheeks spread all the way to her ears, and her eyes were also tinged with a faint red. Her lips were tightly pursed, but her eyes looked over in a daze.

Shen Chuyan was stunned for a moment.

Knowing full well that this was a humiliation directed at him, and that the other person was also an unlucky guy who had been pushed out, he naturally couldn't bring himself to do anything tempting.

But with that kind of posture, no one would think it wasn't a seduction.

Her appearance was just like that of a canary kept in a golden cage by the upper class; every frown and smile, even when she looked at people, carried a pitiful yet alluring charm.

In that brief moment of emptiness, Shen Chuyan was pressed down on the shoulders by the men on both sides, leaving only a few inches between her face and that bare foot.

The tip of the nose almost touched the tiny, trembling blood vessels on the instep.

Jiang Wo felt the warmth... and he instantly froze, instinctively pulling his foot back.

Without his glasses, he was practically half-blind. He didn't know Shen Chuyan's location, nor whether he was retreating in the right place. He lost his aim for a moment, and the slight difference in distance was completely made up by this one move.

Jiang Wo didn't dare to move at all.