Ying Shao is a Girl

Classmate A: "Ah! Look! That! Is it Mr. Ying?"

Classmate B: "Ahhhh! Yes, yes! It's really Mr. Ying! It's the first time I saw my boyfriend in the cafeteria!"

Classmate C: "Woc! Is Mr. Ying here to save the beauty? I just said that the relationship between Mr. Ying and the school girl Ling is not simple!"

Classmate D: "Quiet, classmates, prepare your benches to watch Ying Shao torture the scum and save the beauty! The school bully is about to finish~"

Classmate E: "Seeds and peanut soda are sold in the front row~"

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Ling Yiche was grabbed by the followers of two short-haired boys. His hands were tied behind his back, unable to move.

He looked miserable, like a wounded cub.

She frowned slightly, looking unhappy.

Is this this shit?

Ying Junchu glanced at the short-haired boy with disdain.

The short-haired boy felt her gaze, and his eyes met with hers in the air.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the feeling of falling into an abyss spread from the soles of my feet.

Her gaze was so aggressive that it made people's backs tingle and their whole body feel cold.

Ying Jun didn't even say hello at first, he just stepped forward to take action.

The figure was like a ghost, so fast that no one could see clearly. Before anyone could react, Ying Junchu had already appeared in front of Ling Yiche.

She looked down at the person in front of her.

He looked arrogant and arrogant.

Ying Junchu easily pulled the person over and held him in his arms with one movement. The familiar fragrance mixed with the faint smell of tobacco hit his face, and the young man's mind suddenly went blank.

The two people who grabbed Ling Yiche realized that the person in their hands was missing. They still maintained the same posture as before, but what they grabbed was just a ball of air, which looked a bit funny.

Ying Junchu didn't leave them a chance. A powerful roundhouse kick drove the airflow in the air to move at high speed. The two of them were swept away several meters away like kites with broken strings.

The surrounding crowd quickly dispersed.

boom---!

There was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The crowd gathered again where the two landed.

The two people surrounded by the crowd screamed, their ribs were broken several times, and they were in great pain.

"you you……"

The short-haired boy looked at the scene in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

His hand trembling while pointing at Ying Junchu.

Ying Junchu ignored him.

Instead, he turned to look at Ling Yiche, "Are you okay?"

The voice was calm and unruffled.

It doesn't appear that he cares about others at all.

"No...it's okay."

"Thank you, Mr. Ying..."

A touch of clouds quietly climbed onto the young man's ears.

Ying Junchu still maintained his previous actions and held Ling Yiche in his arms.

Ling Yiche felt a little uncomfortable and did not dare to look directly into her eyes.

"Um."

Ying Junchu didn't notice anything unusual about him at all.

Then she quickly pushed Ling Yiche aside and said calmly: "Stay here."

Ling Yiche didn't know what she was going to do, but still nodded obediently.

The short-haired boy is not a fool. He still recognizes the person in front of him as Ying Junchu.

After all, he is a big shot, and with the popularity of Ying Junchu on campus forums every day, it is difficult not to know who knows who in the school.

It was rumored that Ying Junchu was especially protective of Ling Yiche, and the short-haired boy didn't believe it at first. He was just taking advantage of others to do things for them.

The heir to the top family in China protects an unknown, powerless high school student? What a big joke!

No normal person would believe it if I told it.

But I didn’t expect this joke to be true!

No, he himself caused trouble for Ling Yiche, and the support came so quickly.

The short-haired boy rolled his eyes. He knew that he couldn't compete with the Ying family, so he had to leave a way out for himself.

The short-haired boy stepped forward and cupped his hands with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Young Master Ying, this is all a misunderstanding!"

"Oh? Misunderstanding?" Ying Junchu raised his eyebrows slightly.

What a misunderstanding! Do you think I'm blind?

Hearing this, the short-haired boy chuckled.

"Yes, yes, this is a misunderstanding. I was just bewitched and obsessed with you before I attacked your people. I take the initiative to apologize..."