“Han Qilu, you’re not like this.” Mo Xinwei says quietly to Han Qilu. She doesn’t care that he’s shaking her off his arm.
Han closes his eyes, his body continues on quivering.
“Who put the wash basin on the door?” His voice trembles in terror. “Do not let me ask a second time.”
Several boys look at each other before standing in front of Han. “We did it.”
“Why did you do that.” His tone was of a statement, not doubt. He is used to the pranks but at the moment, the humor is lost.
“We were trying to teach the old man
a lesson today… he has left class several times… about five or six minutes…” one of the boys confesses.
The other boy continues on; “Who knows if the old man has left for the whole period!”
“We did not expect the water to fall onto the young master’s friend… ,” four or five people rush to defend the prank.
“Who is Han Qilu’s friend? That woman who slapped Han Qilu called young master ‘friend’? Don’t you have a brain or was your brain soaked in water?!” Mo Xinwei questions unhappily. She cannot allow any other female to become close to Han Qilu and add to the list of
of her female friends!
“Shut up!” Han Qilu is fired up. He picks up one of the boys and slams him against the wall. “You’re all pissing me off! Xinwei, you are also pissing me off!”
Han Qilu needs to calm down. Otherwise, he will lose control and tear directly into Chuxia and feed her to the dogs!
No, he can not be so cruel… No, the woman is not cruel. She will bow until her nose touches the ground!
Han Qilu takes a few steps back to sit on a stool, but he realizes everyone has left the classroom. Only Mo Xinwei stands before him.
“Did I not tell you
tell you to get out?” He once again wrinkles a good-looking brow at her. She is more trouble than it’s worth. Why can’t science explain why women are such troublesome creatures!
“Leave!” He slams the table heavily. Shocked, Mo Xinwei hurriedly runs out of the classroom. But just as she runs out a few steps, she stops mid-pace.
She needs to know the woman who angered Han Qilu!
“Ying Taoqiu!” She walks quickly until she gets to her side.
“Oh, my eldest sister, Han Qilu is livid. We are far enough for us to speak,” Ying Taoqiu
says after pulling Mo Xinwei away from the Year Two Class A classroom.
“Aren’t Class A classroom.
“Aren’t you exaggerating?” Mo Xinwei says in disdain. “Han Qilu would never really be angry with me.”
Ying Taoqiu shrugs and says softly, “That’s not necessarily true… he’s nicknamed you Wang.”
“I asked you here to finds out the name of the new girl in your class and is she Han Qilu’s fan?” Mo Xinwei crosses her arms on her chest; her eyes cold. “I want her to understand that annoying Han Qilu carries serious consequences!”
“My sixth sense tells me you should not intervene.” But as she finishes, Ying Taoqiu immediately suffers a blow from Xinwei. “Well okay, I take it that won’t work well… .”