The most demonic eyes of Young Master 02

  Hua Jingyan is an unimaginable guy. Even a hairstyle that has been washed, cut and blown dry, when put on him, becomes exceptionally high-end and elegant.

  I couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, what a freak!"

  But unexpectedly fell into another joke.

  In the big bus, bursts of loud laughter suddenly erupted.

  Hua Jingyan's eyes narrowed into a line, and what he heard most was venomous, tyrannical, and demonic. So, he was called the Three Evil Young Master.

  He heard for the first time that someone described him as a demon, and he couldn't help but look at me with more eyes. The red glow on my face had already burned to the roots of my ears.

  Life teacher Ma Lingling pulled open her powerful soprano, covering up my embarrassment.

  "Quiet!"

  Le Xiao Yu stuck out her tongue and sat back in her own seat, while the other classmates covered their mouths to stifle their giggles. Ma Lingling led Hua Jingyan over to my position.

  I stared blankly at the two tall mountains in front of me.

  "Mi Ru'er, is Liang Su'na feeling unwell today and not participating in school activities?" Ma Lingling asked.

  I nodded, and what appeared in my mind was Liang Su Na's noble and cold face.

  "She... has caught a cold."

  I'm just kidding.

  Actually, both teachers and classmates know that Liang Su Na went to the city center to watch an opera today. The cold is just an excuse.

  Ma Lingling no longer asked about Liang Sona's affairs. Liang Sona's grandfather was an American oil tycoon, and the annual donation to the school was more than what ordinary people could earn in eighteen lifetimes.

  When encountering such a headache-inducing student, teachers who understand the rules all turn a blind eye.

  "Hua Jingyan has just transferred from France and doesn't speak the language, please help him a lot!" Teacher Ma Lingling pointed to the empty seat next to me where Liang Suhua usually sat, Hua Jingyan stared at me for two seconds before sitting down beside me.

  "Oh." I replied dully, my heart suddenly racing.

  Waiting for Teacher Ma Lingling to get off, the bus returned to its bustle. Amidst everyone's laughter and chatter, the big bus slowly headed towards the destination of this spring outing, Guixian Island.

  "He is a high school student!"

  The students in the front row heard Yue Xiaoyu's loud voice and turned their heads one after another.

  "It's an upperclassman!"

  Luo Xiao Yu's exaggerated tone sent shivers down my spine and gave me goosebumps.

  Le Xiyu is a school journalist, occasionally writing articles about campus life that are published on various online platforms, with responses as deep as the ocean. However, she didn't lose heart and instead sparked her powerful creativity.

  "Le Xiao Yu, which class are you in?" The person in front of her, who shared the same interests, transmitted his voice from afar, completely ignoring Hua Jing Yan herself.

  "Class 13!"

  Le Xiao Yu's unbridled and uninhibited voice echoed through the air, triggering dissatisfaction among some of her classmates, especially the boys.

  "Le Xiao Yu, don't bully others just because they're not good at Chinese!"

  "Teacher Ma just said he didn't understand the language, it's not like he couldn't hear anything at all!"

  Le Xiao Yu didn't make a sound anymore, her expression was awkward, and she secretly gave me a signal with her eyes.

  I read the mischievous idea in Le Xiao Yu's eyes - Le Xiao Yu asked me to test Hua Jing Yan's Chinese level. I turned my head, pretending not to see, and Le Xiao Yu was furious.

  Le Xiao Yu's eyes rolled around and she pulled out her trump card.

  My phone was flashing, I opened it and saw that Le Xiao Yu had sent a message in the BFF WeChat group.

  Mi Ru'er, test Hua Jingyan's Chinese level, give you 100 yuan.

  I put down my phone and remained silent.

  One hand resting on the armrest, I gazed out of the window, where a reflection of the flowers outside stretched across the glass.

  He sat elegantly, his golden red hair flowing down his slender neck, sweeping over his symmetrical shoulders. From the side, his eyes, like peacock blue, exuded a charm that was extremely beautiful.

  At Hanamori Noble Academy, there are many foreigners. My desk mate, Suzuna Ryūgū, is a Chinese-American mixed-blood. However, Suzuna's eyes are light brown.

  Hua Jingyan's eyes are the most beautiful and also the most demonic I have ever seen in this life.

  I peeked through the window and secretly gazed at Hua Jingyan, whose gaze seemed to also pass through the glass window and gaze back at me, my face inexplicably flushing red.

  The phone in his pocket vibrated again.

  Two hundred!

  Le Xiao Yu raised the stakes. I shook my head helplessly, finding Le Xiao Yu's childish behavior both laughable and boring.

  Just about to laugh at her, a WeChat message came from Liang Sona.

  Le Xiao Yu, you're too stingy! I'll give 500!

  The phone vibrated twice again, and Le Xiao Yu sent a prostrating emoji.

  My hand trembled, 500... This is the total salary for three days of work in a week. The image of my father and mother's tired faces after work floated before my eyes, deleting the content that mocked Xiao Yu word by word.

  Deal.

  I don't know why I sent such a message, but when a wave of shame surged up in my heart, it was accompanied by a thread of excitement, the kind of excitement that comes from doing something bad.