Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 72

Chapter 72 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 7

“What are you doing?” Xie Rong would not miss any opportunity to show off, reaching out to help the person up, “Bullying your classmates in front of me?”

“Just give him a small warning,” Chu Mu innocently spread his hands and couldn’t help but smile, “In case he can’t distinguish his identity, a broken man with a purple badge, do you still want me to come to congratulate him in person?”

“President Xie, are you angry with me because of him?”

Xie Rong circled the riding crop in his hand several times and said warmly: “Of course not. As the president, I have to set an example. I will never take these little things to heart.”

So disgusting.

Xie Rong felt like vomiting every time he said such hypocritical words.

But he couldn’t help but be excited.

He thought that the protagonist pretended to be benevolent and righteous, so he probably felt the same way, right?

How interesting it is to watch these guys being fooled by their false side.

Could it be that the person named Lu likes it?

He likes it too.

Chu Mu put a hand on his shoulder, lowered his head and leaned into his ear, “I just thought I saw the classmate you sent to the school hospital fell down in the aisle. He was sitting in the auditorium in the east area, which happens to be Xu Xi’s territory. Alas, I don’t know what is going on now.”

“Xu Xi has always had a bad temper. Unlike me, even if I hate that special admissions student, for your sake, I won’t go against him.”

The close distance was enough to smell the fragrance of Chairman Xie’s hair.

It was difficult for Chu Mu to describe this feeling. It was like a blood pearl that was offered to the spire by the nobles of the empire. In order to prevent anyone from taking it away, the stairs leading up were cut off. No one could take it down. But as long as you passed by or took a sneak peek, you could always taste the sweet fragrance coming out of the clam shell.

Xie Rong frowned, turned around and walked towards the audience seats that had not yet left.

The East End aisles were packed with people.

Fortunately, as long as he walked over, someone would clear a path for him.

As the crowd dispersed to both sides, he also saw Lu Siyu’s wheelchair and the protagonist who was holding the wheelchair and moving to it bit by bit.

[The protagonist’s pain value +10!】

Xie Rong stood at the edge of the crowd. Lu Siyu lowered his head, his forehead covering the upper half of his face. He couldn’t see the other person’s expression clearly.

All that could be seen was that Lu Siyu’s arm muscles bulged, the blood vessels in his neck protruded, his lips tightened, and he struggled to move to the wheelchair.

But how can it be enough if we only climb a little bit?

Xie Rong tilted his head and glanced at Wang Chengxiu in the crowd inadvertently.

Wang Chengxiu tilted his head and gave some instructions to the attendant beside him. The attendant ran out of the crowd, took Lu Siyu’s wheelchair and walked to Xie Rong, blocking Xie Rong’s view of Lu Siyu, chatting with him and talking a lot of nonsense.

Of course, President Xie, who would never be rude, could only listen to what he had to say and had no time to take care of Lu Siyu.

Ten minutes later.

“Okay, can we take care of the rest of the matter when I get back to the student union?” Xie Rong wanted to put his hands in his pockets, but then he remembered that these hands had just helped a lowly poor man settle down, and there might be some bad luck on them.

He should have washed his hands immediately!In the end, they were all delayed by these guys!

Damn it.

A hint of gloom quickly flashed across Xie Rong’s eyes, with a patient smile still on his face.

The boy he was talking to had never seen him so close before. He stayed there for a few seconds, scratched his head and ran away with a red face.

Xie Rong lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Siyu, raised the corners of his mouth, and sighed helplessly, as if he was surprised, “Why did you crawl over by yourself?”

Just like a dog, a bitch of heaven.

Without saying a word, Lu Siyu finally climbed into the wheelchair and sat down. Xie Ronggang reached out and put his hand on the handle behind the wheelchair.

“I’ll do it myself,” Lu Siyu said in a hoarse voice.

Xie Rong put a hand on his shoulder, bowed his head in front of everyone, half-smiling but not smiling, “Junior, are you sure you want to reject me?”

Lu Siyu stopped talking and clenched his hands tightly on the armrest.

Others would be deceived, but not him.

After the two left.

The crowd gradually became lively.

“Isn’t this person just a special admissions student? He actually asked the president to personally push him back?”

“Everyone who comes to Marseille looks like he is suffering from a lot of hatred. His whole person is gloomy. This is obviously a rat crawling out of the ditch, right? What does the president like about him?”

“He actually kept a straight face when the president pushed him a wheelchair. I was so angry!”

A few words drifted into Xie Rong’s ears, and he raised the corners of his mouth happily.

“How could they say that about you?”

Lu Siyu: “Isn’t this exactly what you want?”

The driver was waiting outside the racecourse in his car. Xie Rong made a show of it, and there was no one around. He kicked his wheelchair over and said coldly: “Take him into the car.”

The young butler was calm and ordered the two bodyguards to move the tall and powerful young man on the ground but unable to fight back into the trunk.

The car moved slowly.

Xie Rong was sitting in the back seat, and the housekeeper knelt on one knee beside him, took out the alcohol pad he carried with him, held his wrist bones respectfully, and wiped his hands for him.

From fingertips to fingertips to every line in the palm of your hand.

“That man actually dared to challenge me on the racecourse. You know what to do.” He looked at the butler with a gloomy face.

“Don’t worry, young master,” the butler whispered, “anyone who displeases you will never appear in Parren Academy again.”

Xie Rong was quite satisfied. He raised his hand and patted the butler’s face, “Good dog.”

The butler silently tightened his jaw, his Adam’s apple rolled silently, and continued to wipe his other hand.

In the trunk, Lu Siyu closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the back seat, taking everything in his ears.

He became more and more certain that the royal family member who committed suicide must have an inseparable relationship with Xie Rong.

Only by staying with Xie Rong can he find the truth, expose the true face of this vicious and hypocritical student union president, and punish him with imperial laws.

His dark eyes were cold, he bit the bandage on his wrist, turned his head, and untied it circle by circle.

The wound crushed by Xie Rong’s sole had already suppurated.

Since Xie Rong likes obedient people, he can only learn a few points of Xie Rong’s acting skills and endure the humiliation.

When Xie Rong returned to the villa, he strangely discovered that although Lu Siyu was still silent, his eyes were no longer sharp, and all his claws were restrained. Even if he was slapped by him for no reason, he did not glare at him.

[Host, the protagonist has surrendered?】

“Maybe,” Xie Rong didn’t care much.

He experienced one small world after another and lived life after life, not just for the protagonist’s 100 points of pain.

He came here to enjoy being a villain and have fun.

As for the pain value, it’s just incidental.

Therefore, he likes the way the protagonist hates him, hates him, and hates him. For some reason, he has to endure humiliation and surrender to him and pretend to be well-behaved. He likes it even more.

He was always easy to please.

After Xie Rong finished taking a bath, he opened the bathroom door in a bathrobe, sat on the edge of the sofa, and looked sideways at the person in the corner who was no longer in a wheelchair.

“Climb over here,” he crossed his legs and took a bite of the orange that the butler fed to his mouth. Water droplets flowed down his calves into the small hollows under the ankle bones, “wipe your feet for me.”