noffsinger Chapter 794: Not convinced? Kill him (14)
Chapter 794: Not convinced? Kill him (14)
Xing Rong stared intently at the boy in front of her. The light from the setting sun outlined the sharp contours of his profile. His every move seemed to exude an innate aura of nobility, and his eyebrows were as deep and handsome as the ink cut from distant mountains.
When he talked with people, there was always a faint smile in the corner of his eyes, like the breeze in spring, gentle and warm, and even the arc of the folded cuffs seemed so just right.
He is worthy of being the school hunk. No wonder Zhou Silin is so obsessed with him.
Unfortunately, in the original story, Xu Xiangyang discovered that Zhou Silin was secretly involved with the underworld and broke up with her without hesitation.
After dealing with the original owner, Zhou Silin resorted to all means to frame Xu Xiangyang, his talented director father, and his superb dancer mother. The fate of their family fell into an abyss, from heaven to hell in an instant. Not only was the whole family sent to prison, but they also suffered inhumane torture from the people arranged by Zhou Silin in prison, making their life worse than death.
Xing Rong didn't care about the heated argument they were about to have, but interrupted them and said, "Xu Xiangyang, I know my sister likes you, but please stay away from my sister."
Xu Xiangyang was stunned when he heard this. He never expected Xing Rong to say this so directly. Moreover, he was already accustomed to girls' confessions, but this kind of warning was the first time in his life.
Mu Yebai couldn't help but retort, "Hey, little sister, how can you talk like that? You clearly know that it's your sister who likes our Xiang Yang, but you're talking as if Xiang Yang is pestering your sister! We even wanted to treat you to a meal today to apologize!"
Apology over a meal?
Xing Rong's eyes flickered slightly, and Xiao Wei's next words just happened to confirm her guess.
Xiaohei: Little Star, what Xiaobai said seems to be true. I saw Zhou Silin and her bestie buying the latest fashions and dressing up! I guess they didn’t tell you because they wanted to treat this meal as a romantic date!
The next moment, Xing Rong showed an innocent and harmless smile, as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom, "I accept your apology, so I'll skip the meal! But I hope you will take good care of me in the future."
As she was speaking, she controlled the wheelchair and prepared to leave, but suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, please don't tell my sister what I said to you today. Although I asked you not to get close to my sister, I will still help her if I should."
Xu Xiangyang and Mu Yebai looked at each other, completely confused by what she said. They had no idea what she meant. They watched in confusion as Xing Rong controlled the wheelchair and went away.
……
An alley near the school
Xing Rong casually glanced at the environment in the alley. Although this place was remote, it was spotlessly clean, and there were no homeless people's clothes or bedding.
Xing Rong: Hey, are you sure your realm master is here?
Xiaowei: Of course! According to the movements of the Realm Master in the past few days, he will come to this alley to rest after finding food today.
Xing Rong raised her eyebrows suspiciously. Based on Xiao Wei's intermittently unreliable abilities, she felt that she might return empty-handed today.
She stood at the entrance of the alley, staring blankly and waiting quietly, but there was no movement in the alley, not even a single figure in sight.
Xing Rong: Hey, look where he is?
Xiao Hey: Don’t be anxious, the Lord of the Realm will be here in 1 minute!
After confirming that he could see Tianjie of this world, Xingjun stopped talking.
Soon, she felt someone slowly approaching from the other end of the alley.
The young man who was walking towards him seemed like a crumpled newspaper, with hay sticking to the ends of his hair, shaking off tiny spots of light as he staggered. The sunburned and peeling skin on the back of his neck was a shrimp red, forming a glaring dividing line between him and his dirty neck.
The collar of his blue and white striped T-shirt had been washed to a dull gray hue, and sweat stains formed spots on his back like salt marshes; the straps of the plastic sandals on his feet were broken in two and tied with bicycle chains, making dull metallic sounds with every step he took; he was carrying a large bag of cans on his back, which swayed and made varying depths of water sounds as he walked.
The boy suddenly squatted down, his sunburned arms slithered across the hot ground like a snake, picking up the half-dropped bottle of mineral water. His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, revealing a mixture of old and new scars from mosquito bites.