Tsundere Young Master x Little Assistant 9

o lift his face. His eyes, which weren't wet but shimmered with a hazy mist, stared right at me.The boy bent over, his breathing growing lighter. "Do you like this face too, Ning Ge"Shi Ran straighten...Gu Chen was a little distracted, his hand reaching out involuntarily hooking onto the boy's.

The person in front of him seemed startled, reacting by abruptly pulling his hand away and stepping back.

Until the boy's face turned a little cold.

Ning Shucai only then realized what he had done. He looked at the man nervously: "I'm sorry, Young Master, I just..."

I'm just not used to such intimate touches.

Even though Ning Shu had no experience in this kind of situation, he instinctively sensed that Gu Chen's eyes and actions were a little intriguing.

He didn't think Gu Chen was interested in him, the other party had admirers lining up at his door on this level.

He might have just found it amusing, or perhaps he had a twisted sense of humor about it.

Ning Shu couldn't help but let out a sigh, he might have angered Young Master.

As expected.

Gu Chen stared at him for a while, not angry but smiling: "Are you so afraid of me"

Ning Shu hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

Gu Chen remained silent, taking the bottle of water and tossing it into his arms. A smile flickered in his eyes that didn't quite reach them: "Go out for a breath of cold air."

Ning Shu did not disobey his order and walked out of the classroom.

The air still carries a slight chill, and there aren't many people in the corridor. A few of the guys probably saw Gu Chen's displeased expression just now, and they glanced at Ning Shu with a smile and whispered, "Young Master Gu has always been polite, being able to make Young Master Gu angry, he is considered the first."

"He's so effeminate, with skin white as milk...."

Ning Shu had heard those words countless times. Though he and Ning Xi were twins, for some reason, Ning Xi was a healthy wheat color. But he could never tan, and many boys would whisper about him behind his back.

He had grown accustomed to it, so he pretended not to hear such words.

Just because Ning Shu doesn't provoke them doesn't mean someone else won't.

Those few boys had, to some extent, the mentality of wanting to vent their anger on Gu Shao's behalf. In their eyes, Gu Chen's attitude made everything clear—the unknown kid standing before them was just a small follower of Gu Chen.

Gu Chen not only detested it from the bottom of his heart, but also clearly intended to humiliate him.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the classroom blunders and the humiliation of buying water.

Then they jostled and shoved each other, laughing as they did so, knocking the boy standing in the hallway to the ground. One of them even pretended "accidentally" stepped on the other's hand, grinning down and saying, "Sorry about that."

Ning Shu lowered her head and said nothing.

How could he not see that these people were intentional He covered his hands, his cheeks a little pale.

Then she raised her voice: “I apologize.”

Those few boys were taken aback, as if they hadn't expected someone who looked so harmless to say such things. They spoke with malice, "What are you, thinking you can make us apologize to you"

Ning Shu got up, her dark eyes staring at the person.

He is no longer the Ning Shu he used to be. Those people looked at him because of the Ning family, and they wouldn't dare to bully him. Here, he is nothing. Anyone in this school with a little bit of status can treat him like weeds to trample on.

But that didn't mean Ning Shu could be bullied at will. He silently memorized the faces of these people, his eyes lowered slightly as he prepared to walk past them.

"What are you looking at"

The boy across from him said, looking at him with a disdainful sneer: “Just a dog, you think Gu Shao really cares about you.”Shi Ran is lonely or pitiful.Ning Shu asked the last question.Damn, this person is actually going to call the cops on meNing Shu was slightly startled and couldn't help but ask the other party why the...