護花近衛 - 第83章 新任四大惡少 - 清風書屋

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Chapter 83 — The New Four Great Scoundrels

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Wei Zhao went upstairs and arrived before the door of Class 5, Grade 12. He glanced inside through the window by the door: it was a self-study period, and there was no teacher present.

Wei Zhao pushed the door open and walked straight in. Many heads lifted for a look; when they saw it was Wei Zhao, they went right back to burying their heads in their own work. Senior year was a tense time, and nobody cared to mind anyone else's business.

Shen Yushu poked Gu Mengyao beside her with a finger. "Yao-jie, Arrow-Shield Bro's here."

"So he's here. What's that got to do with me?" Gu Mengyao knitted her brows, a little displeased at Shen Yushu's behavior. "Xiaoshu, why are you so fixated on him? I'm telling you, you haven't actually fallen for him, have you?"

"A living, breathing person walked into the classroom and I looked up and saw him. What do you expect?" Shen Yushu shrugged. "Since he's got nothing to do with you, I won't mention him again."

"..." Gu Mengyao opened her mouth, said nothing, shook her head at herself, and went back to the review materials in her hands.

Shen Yushu took in Gu Mengyao's expression, smiled faintly, and busied herself with her own affairs as well.

"Xiaoshu, what do you make of this Wei Zhao? He gets up first thing in the morning to change his dressing, so why does he only show up in the afternoon? Don't tell me he's hooked up with Qiu Lingshan again?" Gu Mengyao suddenly turned her head and asked.

"Huh? Weren't you done paying attention to him?" Shen Yushu looked at Gu Mengyao with a smiling face.

"My daddy paid good money to bring him in as my arrow-shield. If he won't stay honestly at my side and goes off running wild outside, of course I'm not happy about it." Gu Mengyao could not say why she was suspicious of Wei Zhao, but she had found herself an excellent reason: her father had hired Wei Zhao with money, so he had to earn that pay.

"Then go talk to him about it. Tell him he's not allowed to be fickle, that he can only be your arrow-shield and yours alone." Shen Yushu offered this suggestion quite casually.

"What do you mean, mine alone?" A flush of red surged onto Gu Mengyao's face. "Xiaoshu, the way you put that is so wicked, so ambiguous."

"Well, he is yours alone. Your daddy hired him, not mine," Shen Yushu said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "And if you think that's inappropriate, then let him be my arrow-shield too. We probably won't need one in high school anymore, but you never know, it might come in handy in university."

"Get out of here. You've already got your brother, what do you need an arrow-shield for?" Gu Mengyao laughed, though she felt a little uncomfortable inside, especially since Shen Yushu made it sound as if she were snatching something of hers...

When Wei Zhao came into the classroom, Zhong Yongliang instinctively shrank his neck. His father had already given him a thorough dressing-down and told him to behave himself from now on. As he saw it, all of this was Wei Zhao's doing.

But he also knew that bare-handed, he was no match for Wei Zhao at all—and not just bare-handed; even Brother Black Panther with a pistol was no match for Wei Zhao. That kid was just too fierce.

So Zhong Yongliang wanted revenge, and he knew he could not use the usual methods anymore. He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to teach Wei Zhao a lesson through some other means.

As for Kang Xiaofeng, Zhong Yongliang had thought it over carefully after going home yesterday. Since Wei Zhao was so protective of the kid, he would just let him be. If he beat the kid up and then got beaten up by Wei Zhao in return, that would hardly be worth the trouble.

"Hey, Boss, you're finally here!" Kang Xiaofeng was thrilled to see Wei Zhao; the moment Wei Zhao entered the classroom, he waved at him.

"What are you doing, sitting there waving? You think you're the president?" Wei Zhao kicked Kang Xiaofeng with a laugh and sat down at his own desk.

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