護花近衛 - 第407章 憋屈死了 - 清風書屋

"It wasn't me—my drink isn't even finished!" Gu Mengyao frowned. She knew perfectly well that Shen Yushu was just messing with Zhong Yongliang, but she had no intention of being blamed for nothing. Her, throw a bottle at Zhong Yongliang? She couldn't even be bothered to hit him. Who did he think he was?

As she spoke, Gu Mengyao pulled her drink out of her desk and waved it at Shen Yushu. "Would it kill you to stop running your mouth? Believe me, I'll pull your tongue out again!"

"Fine... I'll shut up. But I'm not falling for it again—I'm not opening my mouth!" Shen Yushu clapped a hand over her mouth. Zhong Yongliang was so furious sparks seemed to fly from his eyes. Shen Yushu was obviously toying with him, and yet he was utterly helpless! He couldn't afford to offend Shen Yushu either! Never mind how formidable her brother Chen Yuxuan was—just her status as Gu Mengyao's best friend meant he didn't dare cross her. Zhong Yongliang had swallowed a bellyful of rage, and now he could only vent it on someone else: "I'll count to three. Whoever threw that bottle, stand up right now, or don't blame me for what happens next!" Zhong Yongliang was truly at the end of his tether. He had suppressed his temper again and again, and now it all came bursting out. He was about to explode!

"All right, all right, it was me!" Feng Xiaoxiao hadn't expected Zhong Yongliang to react so violently. Seeing Wei Zhao watching her with a faint, knowing smile, she had no choice but to stand up and confess. Even if she didn't, Wei Zhao would give her away.

But she had misjudged him—Wei Zhao couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters, especially when the one getting hit was Zhong Yongliang. Even if Zhong Yongliang were beaten to death, it would have nothing to do with him.

"Huh?" Zhong Yongliang hadn't expected the drink bottle to have been thrown by Feng Xiaoxiao! His face twisted at once. He felt he was going to suffocate with frustration! He didn't dare provoke Wei Zhao, nor Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu—but right now, Feng Xiaoxiao was the one he dared provoke least of all!

"Little sister Xiaoxiao... it's fine now, ha." Zhong Yongliang swallowed his anger and sat back down. At that moment he felt like a giant balloon, ready to burst at the slightest movement! Yet there was nothing he could do. He couldn't afford to offend them, so all he could do was hide.

With Zhong Yongliang making such a scene, he had lost face more than a little. The classmates wanted to laugh but didn't dare, all stifling their snickers with their heads down. Zhong Yongliang knew he had embarrassed himself and felt thoroughly gloomy. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have stood up at all. Three times he had shouted and postured, and three times he had slunk away in disgrace. What rotten luck!

"Damn it! Ever since Wei Zhao transferred into this class, nothing has gone my way!" Zhong Yongliang was so furious he hurled a book at the wall. At that moment, the wall was the only thing he could vent his rage on.

"Brother Liang, just bear with it. Once Paozi comes down from the mountain, it'll be Wei Zhao's day of reckoning!" Gao Xiaofu already knew where Zhang Naipao had gone, and he was very much looking forward to Zhang Naipao's return, fully trained.

"Yeah, but the moment he showed up, even my pursuit of Gu Mengyao has gone badly, and now my relationship with her is getting worse and worse!" Zhong Yongliang said indignantly.

"That..." Those tricks from before didn't work either." Gao Xiaofu fancied himself a regular armchair strategist, specializing in underhanded schemes. "But Brother Liang, you need to hurry. We're about to graduate, and once we're in university it'll be even harder—if you two don't end up in the same department, just meeting will be difficult!"

"You're right. I need to hurry!" Zhong Yongliang nodded. "Do you have any good ideas?"

"My ideas are all useless, and I haven't come up with anything good for now!" Gao Xiaofu shook his head.