Looking like demonic statues, the three of them sat down next to An Huanhuan. Xiao Luo remained unruffled by their threatening vibes, but poor Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai were too rattled to even play with their phones.
“Boss, it’s these three dogs behind us!”
Tang Yuze glimpsed at Xiao Luo while whispering to Song Jianan. Although the wounds from his fight with Xiao Lu had healed, his resentment had festered. Backed up by Song Jianan, he was hell-bent on revenge and did not fear Xiao Luo at all.
Zhu Xiaofei’s and Ding Kai’s faces turned green. They were feeling lucky a few minutes ago because they thought Song Jianan was here for An Huanhuan. But that wasn’t the case. He was here to settle a score.
Song Jianan was someone who could break bricks with his bare hands, for heaven’s sake. Were their bodies were stronger than bricks?
What should we do? Flee or not flee?
If they fled, those goons would come to their dorm room. If they stayed put, they’d get beaten up after the bell rang. Either way, they were sitting ducks.
Song Jianan glanced disdainfully at Xiao Luo and the other two guys and said faintly, “Ignore them for now. Wait until the class ends.”
Zhu Xiaofei’s and Ding Kai’s bodies were trembling uncontrollably, and they felt sick to their stomach. So, Song Jianan was waiting for the class to end.
“Wait until the class ends?”
Hearing this, An Huanhuan turned to Song Jianan and asked, “What are you guys up to? What did Zhu Xiaofei and the others do to provoke you?”
“Pfft. How could those three good-for-nothings possibly do to provoke me? It’s just that these two buddies of mine got beaten up by them, and I need to help them vent their anger. You don’t have to get involved, Huanhuan. I’ll go easy on them since they’re your classmates.” Then Song Jianan placed his thick arms on her shoulders.
She pushed his hands away, “This is the classroom. Try touching me again, and I’ll yell!”
“I can’t touch you in the classroom? How about when we’re alone?” Song Jianan grinned.
An Huanhuan was pissed. She never thought so before, but looking at him objectively as his ex-girlfriend, she had to admit that he was like a muscle-bound thug or gangster. If she hadn’t been so vain and self-obsessed during her first year and thought that going out with a “bad boy” was cool, she would never have agreed to be Song Jianan’s girlfriend.
“Don’t be angry. You’re not attractive when you’re that way. Come on, how about a smile?” Song Jianan extended his hands to pinch An Huanhuan’s cheeks.
An Huanhuan was angered speechless by his boldness. Her eyes were raging. “Don’t touch me!” she said.
“Shh, keep quiet. Class is still in session.”
Song Jianan made a keep-quiet gesture and then moved his hands around An Huanhuan, disregarding her warning.
Unable to tolerate his behavior any longer, An Huanhuan stood up to move to another seat.
However, Song Jianan grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her back to her chair. “Huanhuan, what do you want me to do? Rip my heart out and give it to you on a silver platter?” he asked.
An Huanhuan couldn’t free herself from this raging bull. After struggling a few times to no avail, she grimaced and said softly, “Let go of my hand. Did you hear me? Let go of me.”
“Not unless you forgive me and continue being my girlfriend.”
Song Jianan wasn’t giving up. He grabbed An Huanhuan’s white and tender thigh with his other hand and stroked it wantonly.
An Huanhuan felt that her lungs were about to explode in anger. It’s not that Song Jianan hadn’t touched her while they were dating. That wasn’t the real issue. What upset her more was that he was acting up in class. She was embarrassed and wanted to slap him on the spot.
But Song Jianan had good reflexes: When she raised her hand, he grabbed it as if she was about to fan his face.
“Don’t be like this, Huanhuan. I love you. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Go and die then!”
Feeling wronged, An Huanhuan stared at him exasperatedly as her eyes turned red. She didn’t understand how she ever got involved with such a complicated guy. He was a thug, a hooligan, a ruffian.
He frowned and said, “That isn’t nice of you. Huanhuan, you know I can’t live without you. All my friends know of your existence. If you’re not my girlfriend anymore, they’ll laugh at me behind my back. I’m the president of mixed martial arts. I can’t afford to be ridiculed or to look foolish.”
“That’s none of my business! Let me go!”
An Huanhuan unleashed all her strength in an attempt to break free from Song Jianan’s grasp.
“I’m not letting you go! Even if I die, I won’t let you go…”
“Ahe-hem… you can lead a horse to the water, but you can’t make him drink. Are you deliberately acting like a d*ck by touching a girl in front of so many people? Did you know that any unwanted physical contact, including but not limited to kissing, holding hands, or touching someone’s butt, is classified as sexual harassment? You’d better let go of An Huanhuan, or I’ll call the police now and let them handle this.”
The faint voice belonged to Xiao Luo, who was sitting behind An Huanhuan.
Initially, he was reluctant to interfere. But An Huanhuan was his classmate. When he looked at her struggling, and on the verge of tears, he knew had to take a stand.
An Huanhuan looked at Xiao Luo with surprise. She never expected him to stick up for her.
After all, Song Jianan’s name was notorious. Everyone was afraid of him. If it weren’t for this very fact, she would have used Xiao Luo as a shield before this.
Zhu Xiaofei and Ding Kai gulped as they thought to themselves, it’s over with us. There’s no more room for any form of kindness.
“Call the police?” Was he serious?
Song Jianan’s expression soured as he then turned around to look at Xiao Luo with hazy eyes, “Hey kid, are you living in la-la land? Do you think the police have nothing better to do? Do you think they give a f*ck about such a minor issue?
“You’re wrong. First, you might have a face that’s desperately aging, but I’m older than you. Hence, you have no right to call me kid. You should be calling me big brother instead. Second, harassing any female is no trivial issue. If you don’t believe me, I’ll call the police now, and you’ll see if they care about this.” Xiao Luo took out his phone and tapped on two ones without delay.
F*ck, this dogshit is going to call the police!
Tang Yuze and Chen Jie’s faces changed abruptly.
The same happened to Song Jianan as he loosened his grip on An Huanhuan.
Xiao Luo didn’t continue to tap zero. He lifted his head and smiled playfully, “See? You think the police care about this “minor issue,” too, right?”
“You’re a piece of dead meat!!!”
Song Jianan’s face turned deathly pale as he stared down at Xiao Luo with his triangular eyes.
Xiao Luo ignored him and said to An Huanhuan, “When someone bullies you, you don’t have to put up with it. The police have our back on that score.”
The police have our back? Did I hear him right?
Although what he said made sense, it would never have occurred to her to get involved with the police her lifetime, much less over something like this. When she heard Xiao Luo saying that with a straight face, she knew he meant it. Nodding slowly, she said, “I got it, Hero Luo!”
After that, she looked at Xiao Luo with affectionate eyes, feeling that at this moment, he was very manly and cool.