coobybook Chapter 228 The Head of Students at the Elite School (28)
Chapter 228 The Head of Students at the Elite School (28)
The siblings had been arguing for a while, and had just sat down when they heard a knock on the door.
"Knock-knock-knock-"
"Knock-knock-knock-"
The knocking was very rhythmic, with even the intervals between knocks being extremely precise.
After knocking several times, Le Yan finally signaled Yan Shaoyu to open the door.
"Who?"
Yan Shaoyu spoke loudly, addressing both the person at the door and Le Yan.
He wasn't stupid. Judging from his sister's reaction, he could tell at a glance that she knew the person outside the door, and that they probably had a deep connection.
Yan Shaoyu narrowed his eyes, suppressing his many thoughts, and with a polite smile, he quickly opened the door.
There stood a man at the door, his appearance as handsome as an immortal. Just looking at him, one felt as if he were bathed in holy light, a god descended to earth.
Yan Shaoyu was momentarily stunned, and it took him a while to pull himself away from that stunning appearance.
It's so captivating. This face is probably even more stunning than Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty in ancient Greek mythology.
Yan Shaoyu subconsciously took a step forward, pulling his hand back from the door, completely blocking Le Yan's view.
He didn't want his sister to see this man.
A strong sense of wariness and vigilance rose in Yan Shaoyu's heart. He had already forgotten his previous speculations about his sister and the person outside the door. He simply asked with a serious expression, "Excuse me, who are you? Who are you looking for?"
The man, whom they were wary of, remained silent. His cold eyes looked down at Yan Shaoyu with disdain, and after scrutinizing him, they were filled with disgust.
"Yan Yan, won't you see me?"
The man bypassed Yan Shaoyu and spoke directly to Le Yan inside the room.
His voice was clear and pleasant, with a hint of amusement, which made Le Yan's ears twitch unconsciously.
She pursed her lips, her fingers curling slightly.
It has to be said that the man is truly exceptional; everything about him is perfect, from his appearance and physique to his voice—everything about him perfectly aligns with the aesthetic standards of the world.
It's a pity he's mentally ill.
While complaining, Le Yan stepped forward, patted Yan Shaoyu's hand, and said, "Shaoyu, make way, I know him."
Yan Shaoyu frowned, "Sister—"
He wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a surge of malice coming at him, a chill ran through him, and he felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
The malice lingered around his neck, as if if he uttered another word, his neck would be snapped.
Yan Shaoyu's words caught in his throat. Le Yan knew what was wrong with him, so she immediately pulled him behind her, protecting him while coldly watching the man.
"Xie Qingyan, that's enough."
A sharp shout made Xie Qingyan quickly withdraw his killing intent towards Yan Shaoyu.
He softened his expression and looked intently at Le Yan, "Yan Yan, I didn't do anything."
"You just haven't done it yet."
Le Yan glanced at him. Although she was much shorter than him, when she looked at him, it was as if she was the one looking down at him.
Xie Qingyan's breath hitched, a surge of fervent infatuation instantly washing over him. His eyes, dark as ink, were fixed intently on Le Yan, their depths swirling with unpredictable turmoil.
That's the feeling, that's the aloofness he exudes. Yet, Yan Yan remains as adorable as ever.
Le Yan frowned and looked away in disgust. Although she was used to him always looking at her with all sorts of strange eyes, she still found it hard to accept.
She said coldly, "If you have something to say, say it; if not, get lost."
I stopped her once in the morning, and caught up with her in the lounge in the afternoon. What about tonight?
Don't let them break into her villa.
Le Yan twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling a headache coming on from her own guess.
For no other reason than that she felt it was a very likely thing to happen.
There's nothing that Xie Qingyan, that bastard, wouldn't do.
Despite having the appearance of a banished immortal, he does all sorts of messy things.
Xie Qingyan lowered his eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved. "Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"
If there's nothing else to do, you can only get lost?
He won't leave.
All he does is sleep with the sheets.
Xie Qingyan raised his eyes again, his bright eyes fixed on Le Yan, his desire barely concealed.
Le Yan gritted her teeth, glared at him, and thought, "You madman, always thinking nonsense."
She took a step back, not wanting to talk to Xie Qingyan anymore, and reached out to close the door.
Xie Qingyan raised his hand to stop them, but before he could move, he heard several footsteps. He turned around and saw the three Huangfu sisters standing expressionlessly at the top of the stairs.
"Instructor? What's up with you at the teacher's door?"
Huangfu Li looked coldly at Xie Qingyan.
Her words didn't elicit a response from Xie Qingyan, but they puzzled Le Yan, who was about to close the door.
She nudged Xie Qingyan, and upon seeing Huangfu Li and the other two, she asked directly, "Why do you call him Instructor?"
Could this damn guy have some kind of mysterious identity?
Le Yan had a bad feeling.
Yan Shaoyu's brows were furrowed, and he hadn't relaxed them since then. He kept glancing at Xie Qingyan and then at Huangfu Li and the other two, his face tense and serious.
Sister, where did you meet so many people?
And this Xie Qingyan, could it be that...
Thinking of a certain possibility, Yan Shaoyu's gaze towards Xie Qingyan suddenly turned cold and sharp. If he was his sister's ex-boyfriend, then he was the one who hung up on him 158 times and blocked him.
Ha, you bastard!
Yan Shaoyu gritted his teeth in anger, wanting to say something, but seeing the current situation, he shut his mouth.
He reached out and held Leyan's hand tightly, afraid that if he accidentally let go, his sister would be taken away.
Le Yan followed his lead, still looking at Huangfu Li and the others with curiosity, waiting for their answer.
Huangfu Li's heart skipped a beat. She met her eyes, pursed her lips, and replied, "The three of us were taught by an instructor when we were young. He was our mentor in life."
A mentor who guides you through life's journey?
Le Yan tilted her head, and suddenly a thought struck her. Her lips twitched, and she was speechless with frustration.
What a damn life mentor! Why not just say you were taught to be the world's number one, number two, or number three assassins?
She said, "How could Xie Qingyan be so ridiculously ill? It's like he came from a den of dead bodies."
Although there was no plot about the Third Princess seeking revenge, based on Le Yan's understanding of this kind of story, she knew that the Third Princess must have gone to a place called "Death Island" for training when she was young.
Xie Qingyan, according to their address, was the instructor there.
Thinking of this, Le Yan felt a wave of dizziness. She really knew how to talk.
This relationship is a bit deadly!