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1.5 Bad Dog

Bad Dog (V): Big Dog is Ignorant, Small Dog Comes to Make Up the Numbers (Page 1/3)

    Xu Weiran handed in his paper early and left the school, then found Lu Yuan according to the system prompt. He naturally saw the fact that Lu Yuan was beaten by a group of people. But Xu Weiran was used to being calm, and he and Lu Yuan were just a one-night stand, not close enough to help.

    If the system hadn't said that if he didn't take action, Gu Xiaoxue would "accidentally" run into the injured Lu Yuan here after school, and the plot would become the routine of "the virgin heroine who picked up the injured male protagonist and took him home", and it would probably start to drag on.

    Xu Weiran thought about it, took out his mobile phone and pressed a few keys.

    [Host, what are you doing? ]

    "Call 120."

    [Huh? ! ! At this time, shouldn't you - 'carefully take the male protagonist to a hidden residence, take good care of him and increase his favorability'? ! ]

    [Host, why don't you follow the plot again? Xu

    Weiran ignored the system's complaints: "Hello, is this 120? Hello, this is——"

    He just said halfway when he felt his pants being pulled. He looked down and saw a bloody hand holding his school pants tightly. The boy sitting on the ground raised his head with difficulty. His hair, which had finally dried, was stained with crimson blood and stuck to his forehead. A pair of fierce eyes looked straight at the person who came, and his bloody teeth were clenched tightly, which was very creepy.

    It is estimated that only someone as strong as Xu Weiran would raise his eyebrows without changing his expression.

    "Don't...don't call!" Lu Yuan endured the pain and ordered breathlessly. ...Damn, it seems that my ribs were broken by someone.

    Xu Weiran tilted his head to think about it, and finally hung up the phone and squatted down: "Young Master Lu, this is not the attitude of begging."

    "...Take me here...I, I will pay you." Lu Yuan said an address intermittently.

    "Lu Yuan, can't you even say 'please'?" A hint of coldness flashed in Xu Weiran's answer.

    "What nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about--Hmm!" Lu Yuan used some force to speak, and the pain from the injured ribs made him lose his strength all of a sudden, and he sat there panting heavily.

    "Hmm?" He only heard a low question, and the other party actually pressed his hand directly on the wound on his chest, and Lu Yuan gasped in pain.

    "Fuck you--ah!" But before he finished cursing, he felt that person pressing down fiercely on his wound. The boy immediately lost the strength to curse, and his hand barely grasped Xu Weiran's arm that was pressing on the wound, making a useless resistance.

    There was no sympathy or pity in his dark pupils, but he was quite interested in fiddling with the wound. Looking at Lu Yuan's increasingly pale and exhausted expression, the bloodshot on his face seemed to be much brighter, with a kind of sadistic charm, which made Xu Weiran feel happy instead.

    "Say...'please'." He said.

    After the boy came back to his senses from the pain, he was furious: "Fuck! Who do you think you are! You are nothing--ah!?"

    As expected, the strength of Xu Weiran's hand increased a few points.

    ".......Say, 'please'."