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Chapter 4

"Yo~~ Wenyang, wait for me~~" I completely embodied a 'little lackey' as I took up my bag pack and chased after him eagerly. The cold faced guy before me—with coolness that was second to none—tucked his hands into his a pant pockets and walked away; pretending he neither heard nor saw a thing.

Tsk... That pissed off look of his is so cool~~ I thought happily, running a few steps, then throwing myself onto his arm and grabbing it.

"Hiss———" by his sudden grab of me by the ear, I hissed I pain.

Just a little while ago, at the class meeting the topic of 'self-study discipline management' was being discussed. I looked on at Class Monitor Zhou while he stood on stage, at the front of the class, looking all kinds of beautiful; and couldn't help but raise my hand to request to be heard. That guy, reluctantly called my name while using his eyes to constantly warn "If you dare use this important occasion to talk crap, be careful I don't kick you to death!" on the side.

Although I was a problem-student, I wasn't some kind of vile character, okay! Did my face have "I'm going to cause trouble" written all over it or something?

"I'd like to suggest that students should remain quiet during self-study, and that they are to not speak loudly," I said in all seriousness. Looking at the head teacher and Zhou Wenyang, who both released a sigh of relief, as well as wearing satisfied expressions.

"It can possibly affect another student's ability to sleep, don't you think? Such a thing is really too inconsiderate."

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and half of Zhou Wenyang's handsome face, immediately, darkened. Originally there were more wonderful things to come, but I was compelled by that obscene force of his to obediently drop back into my seat. Even with all this co-operative effort on my part, he was actually still angry. Oh my, this guy... Why is he so difficult to please, eh?

"There is a time and a place for telling jokes, this principle, do you not understand it?"

My ears had become bright red, since he still hadn't let go.

"Please, come on! This is a main street, won't you give me a little face? Ya——owowowow..."

"Xiao Yang."

That disembodied voice helped free me from that guy's wicked hand.

I rubbed my ears and turned around to see a middle-aged man standing in front of us. He was extraordinarily tall, and although half his face was hidden beneath a large pair of sunglasses, it still did not conceal his handsomeness.

Wenyang's body instantaneously stiffened.

And I immediately guessed that this man was Wenyang's father.

Un-freaking-believable! On a cloudy as heck day, he's wearing sunglasses!! This preference for ugly-ass glasses by Wenyang was definitely inherited from him.

At such a time, I was naturally very tactful and left; putting a distance of 100 metres between us as I went to a place where I was unable to hear or see them to wait until this father and son meeting ended.

When Wenyang came back, he kept pushing up the bridge of his silver rimmed glasses—even though they hadn't even slipped once. I didn't dare speak wantonly, because I felt that the corners of his mouth curved downwards as if they were going to weep.

"Lin Jing... is there somewhere where I'd be able to drink beer?" While walking on our back home for a few minutes, he suddenly asked.

I was stunned for a bit: "Beer...!"