Becoming The White Lotus Queen Of The Noble Academy Chapter 12

Chapter 12 12

The black locomotive raced across the sea-crossing bridge.

The sound of whistling and honking was endless. Zhong Wan was not wearing a helmet, staring at the headlights in front of him, his eyeballs were blood red, and there was a faint trace of blood on his forehead under his blond hair.

Tonight is his coming-of-age night.

The day before the banquet, Grandpa rushed back to the city of Vis from the capital Avalon.Zhong Wan was taken upstairs by the old housekeeper and knelt on the cold floor waiting for punishment. Grandpa sat behind the desk, turning a blind eye to him and concentrating on his work.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Zhong Lin finally raised his head from his work, came to Zhong Wan, and handed him the medical report in the butler’s hand.

“One is seriously injured, one is being rescued, and the other is still unconscious.”

Zhong Wan twitched the corner of his mouth and said unruly: “You can punish me.”

Anyway, he has been beaten so many times since he was a child. He learned all his skills from his father, and his character is getting more and more violent. Grandpa has always known about it, and hasn’t he ever disciplined him?

It is the fault of the son for not teaching his father, and they are the ones who planted the fruit for what he is like today, and they should pay for it.

Zhong Lin stared at him and actually smiled: “Zhong Wan, do you think you are brave like this?”

Zhong Wan raised his head and looked at him coldly: “I feel ridiculous.”

Without waiting for Zhong Lin to answer, he continued to sarcastically say: “Who is the banquet for tonight? Me? But I became an adult last month. It was my father who heard that you liked children born in September and thought it was auspicious, so he changed my birthday to September without permission.”

“Are you embarrassed that you gave birth to such a stupid son? I feel embarrassed too. It’s hard for everyone to expose him, so every year you pretend not to know and celebrate for me. The way you celebrate is also embarrassing, you know.”

Zhong Lin didn’t speak. When Zhong Wan stopped talking, he said, “Are you done? Go and wash up after you’re done.”

“Many business partners will come tonight. Clean up. I will ask Butler Mo to let you out of the solitary room at 7:30.”

“Awan, I know you have always been ambitious, otherwise you wouldn’t have been among the best in grades from childhood to adulthood.”

The old man raised his hand and pressed Zhong Wan’s shoulder hard. His voice was calm and dignified: “On the night when the young master of the Zhong family comes of age, no matter how big of a sin he has committed, he will be forgiven. I will let go of everything that happened before tonight.”

“After tonight, I will treat you as an adult. Zhong Wan, please take care of yourself.”

Do you want to take care of yourself?

Zhong Wan just wanted to sneer.

All his smart devices were removed, leaving only the watch on his wrist, and he was escorted into a solitary room.At seven o’clock, the watch suddenly rang, and a string of passwords and irises popped up.

Zhong Wan found it really interesting.

He laughed, feeling that the person who sent the password still didn’t know the Zhong family well enough.In addition to the electronic lock in his grandfather’s confinement, there was also a group of bodyguards guarding the outside.Zhong Wan opened the door and was met with a scratch on his forehead with an electric shock baton.

Blood dripped.

He became excited and broke away from the bodyguard’s restraint with red eyes. When passing by his mother’s room, he stopped.

“Which dress do you think I should wear…A Wan? It’s okay. The old man has sense and won’t do anything to him.”

The roar of the locomotive sounded.

With an expressionless face, Zhong Wan rode a heavy motorcycle out of the heavy siege of the Zhong family and rode onto the sea-crossing bridge from the main road.The night and car lights in front of him reflected each other, and Zhong Wan suddenly wanted to rush off the bridge and die tonight.

If he dies, will his mother regret it at all?

He won’t die.

Why should he die? He should kill everyone who makes him unhappy.

The locomotive roared into St. Weston, rushed into the manor, and crashed into the gorgeous decorations on the lawn.

The servants screamed, and the blond boy’s sun twitched: “Shut up!”

“Everyone get out!”

No one dared to speak, and the servants left tremblingly, as if there were ghosts chasing behind them.

Zhong Wan kicked over two tables, turned around, turned off the lights, and locked the door of the manor so that no one could open it.

After doing all this, he suddenly sat down on the dining chair in the yard, lowered his head, and vaguely saw the dazzling array of food and cakes placed on the long table in front of him.

Although the lights in the yard were turned off, the aroma was not deceiving, and the smell lingered in his nose through the darkness.

So quiet.

Tonight was supposed to be a blast.

Zhong Wan was suddenly stunned and confused.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

Suddenly, a cheerful voice singing a birthday song suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhong Wan paused and turned back coldly.

In the darkness, a young man unexpectedly appeared, holding a cake filled with candles, and walked out of the room with a smile. His innocent face stopped when he saw everything in embarrassment in front of him.

Zhong Wan narrowed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled coldly.

“Talk about bird green.”

He called out Lu Que’s name word by word, stood up, and slowly approached the young man, his voice hoarse: “You are very brave.”

Did he send the password?

What does he want to do when he sneaks in here secretly?

Tan Quelu seemed to be frightened, panicking like a rabbit, looking around for the servants: “No, I just came to give you a birthday gift…”

Zhong Wan was displeased, so she grabbed his chin and pulled it over, wanting him to only look at her.

Tan Quelu hates others touching him.

He knocked off Zhong Wan’s fingertips and then smeared the cake with candles on Zhong Wan’s face.

The cream mixed with the burning candle caused the blond boy to recoil suddenly.

Zhong Wan was so angry that he shouted: “Talk about the green bird!” His hair was about to catch fire!

Tan Quelu thought he was happy, so she was stunned, and actually started to clap and scream: “I’m here! Happy birthday, Zhong Wan!”

“Talk about green!”

“I’m here!”

“Talk! Bird! Green!”

“I’m here!”

The system was talking about Qinglu’s head, and she was laughing so loudly that she screamed: [Quack!Let you show off!】

Zhong Wan is going to be pissed off!

Tan Quelu watched F1 burn for a few more seconds, then she showed mercy and hurriedly picked up two bottles of juice filled with ice cubes on the dining table and poured it on Zhong Wan’s face.

Bah.

The smell of burnt hair mixed with the aroma of green grapes and butter suddenly filled the air.

Zhong Wan’s face was covered with cold juice and cream, and his perfectly bleached platinum forehead was singed by a few centimeters. A small piece of crushed ice slipped from his temples, and dripping drops of water formed along his sharp chin.

How embarrassing.

Tan Quelu clearly saw the overwhelming anger in his eyes, but she still couldn’t help but laugh. Her crescent eyes were like crescent moons, and she raised her body and pointed at him: “Zhong Wan, you look like a drowned rat in butter, hahaha!”

Zhong Wan was so angry that he wanted Tan Quelu to leave immediately.

But his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he saw the young man’s beautiful face, bright and happy in the moonlight.The smile that was about to overflow almost extinguished his anger at the moment.

How long has it been since anyone smiled like this at Zhong Wan?Pure, intimate, warm.

He actually knew that before beating someone in the lounge that day, Tan Quelu also heard those people’s gossip.The other party interrupted them loudly when those rumors involved his mother.

So he didn’t give him any more trouble.

…It would be nice if Tan Quelu’s method of sneaking into this place was more clever.

That way I might be able to pretend to be blind.

Thinking of this, Zhong Wan suddenly lost interest.

He raised his feet and passed by Tan Quelu expressionlessly. He pulled out a few pieces of paper and slowly wiped the cream off his face.

After a while, Zhong Wan turned around and turned on the light, looking at Quelu coldly: “What do you want?”

“Money, or brand-name clothes, jewelry, garage, please give me a price.”

Quelu looked at him innocently: “What?”

“Need me to make it more embarrassing?” Zhong Wan looked coldly and said with a sarcastic smile, “Okay, you’re here to give me a gift, right? Where’s the gift?”

It’s just an excuse, right?

Tan Quelu oh-ohed twice: “You’re talking about gifts, here -”

The boy lowered his head, pulled out a simple gift bag from the lawn under the dining table, opened it, and found a bright red handmade parasol inside.

“Happy birthday!”

“…”

Zhong Wan gritted his teeth: “Tan Quelu, are you kidding me?!”

“Are you kidding me?” Tan Quelu frowned, a little dissatisfied: “This is an umbrella I made myself. I put every frame on it. If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense.”

Actually no, there is a machine in the juvenile detention center, and this one is a defective product that was returned because it was not up to standard.

Zhong Wan was stunned unexpectedly.

Did he make it with his own hands?

…Also, Tanquelu is a special admissions student. You can tell by the look of his clothes that he is very poor. He can’t afford any expensive gifts at all, so he can only give him things he made by himself.

If you look closely, this umbrella is actually quite beautiful.The bright red color scheme is vivid, which proves that Tanquelu’s aesthetics are high-end, and the handle is comfortable to touch, which proves that Tanquelu’s craftsmanship is excellent.

All in all, it is not inferior to those five-digit umbrellas, and it is very handy.

Zhong Wan took the handmade umbrella and said in a disgusted tone: “…I know, I reluctantly accept it.”

Look back and see what clothes will go well with it.

Tan Quelu looked at him with a smile: “Then you are not angry anymore? I was just embarrassed. I was really just a conditioned reflex.”

What kind of tone is this? It’s like coquettishness. Are they that familiar?

Zhong Wan twitched his lips, just about to say something sarcastic.

Tan Quelu suddenly raised her hand, touched his forehead with her fingertips, and frowned slightly: “Wait, are you injured? It’s bleeding here.”

The young man’s fingertips were warm and covered with a very thin layer of cocoon.His strength was not light, but rather hard. He pressed the cocoon on the bleeding wound mercilessly, like a fire burning through the heart.

Zhong Wan’s reaction was huge and he took a step back and said angrily: “What are you doing!”

“I’ll help you look at your wound.” Tan Quelu said inexplicably, “Are you sick? You have such a big reaction.”

He turned around and said, “Then I’ll call you a doctor.”

The roots of Zhong Wan’s ears were red. It was the first time someone touched his face. His heart was pounding. An unprecedented strange feeling was running through his mind.

He grabbed the umbrella in his hand, obviously wanting the doctor to handle it, but when he saw the green and thin back, his hands were one step faster than his brain, and he grabbed the young man’s wrist first.

The cold palm left at the touch: “Wait, don’t go… I’m fine, no need to deal with it.”

Tan Quelu turned around: “Is everything okay?”

“…Really.” Zhong Wan withdrew his gaze and stared coldly at the lawn. After a while, he stiffly changed the subject: “You helped me celebrate my birthday. What do you want in return?”

“Say it and I’ll do whatever you can to help you.”

True or false.

Tan Quelu stared at Zhong Wan suspiciously: [System, F1 is so backward?】

The system is all positive: [The host gave you a handmade umbrella. It’s normal. The welfare NPCs have given you a handmade umbrella in return!】

Too.

Tan Quelu smiled and shook his head: “No need.”

“Why don’t you use it?” Zhong Wan had a habit of being mean-mouthed. He frowned and stared at Qinglu, and said in a cold voice: “Don’t pretend to me, just say what you want. I know you sneaked in tonight on purpose.”

“You think you’re doing something smart? You idiot, in the eyes of a superior, many things don’t require proof. If he thinks you did it, then you just did it. Do you understand?”

“Hurry up and make your request, or get out. I don’t have time to watch you act.”

You are so stupid. You have tried so hard to make him happy, so you can take advantage of it quickly.

Without any warning, Tan Quelu raised her hand and slapped Zhong Wan on the face: “Shut up if you don’t know how to speak properly.”

The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the courtyard.

Zhong Wan froze in place, tilting his head in disbelief as waves of tinnitus accompanied by relentless pain hit him.

He was trembling all over, staring at Tan Quelu with shame and anger. He didn’t understand why the person who just smiled and wished him a happy birthday suddenly turned against him, raised his hand and slapped him.

Turning one’s face is like turning over a book, and one’s face changes faster than that of a middle-aged impotent man.

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