He is so hypocritical

  "Let go!" A cold and low growl pushed away the darkness.

  I hadn't yet made out the man's appearance, only felt a mountain pressing down in front of me. A steel-like fist smashed over.

  Just as a fierce fist wind swept past my shoulder, a foot flew over.

  His fist hesitated for a moment and missed its target.

  My body, which was about to collapse, was caught by Han Yool, who retracted his long legs.

  My jaw almost dropped.

  Wow, I didn't expect Han Yooli to be a Taekwondo practitioner!

  The street lamp illuminated Han Yuli's anger, and even I couldn't help but shudder.

  "Hao Ze An!!!!" Han Youli fiercely roared into the darkness, stunning the person in the dark.

  "How dare you yell at me?"

  That voice in the shadows let out a sarcastic snort.

  Han Youli glared at him with a stifled expression.

  At a glance, it's clear that Han Yool has been oppressed by that person for a long time.

  My gaze fell on the person in the shadows, who was just called Hao Ze An by Han Youli, could it be that this evil spirit is actually the school's flower and PK expert.

  "Mie Ru'er, how are you?" Han Youli's gaze turned towards me and his eyes suddenly softened.

  I waved my hand, "I... I'm fine."

  My goodness! This is the real deal, the legendary Han Yu Li!

  Hao Ze'an's appearance is the best proof.

  It's been more than three years since I came to Huamu, and all I've heard about Hao Ze'an is from everyone else's discussions. He himself is very low-key and lives a regular life. Go to school, get off work, go home. Occasionally, on the stage of public speeches, I have admired his politician style, which is completely different from the feeling he exudes now standing in the shadows. This oppressive momentum, tall stature, and arrogant tone immediately made me think of that big troublemaker who was still waiting for me in the car.

  As soon as he came into my line of sight, Hao Ze An took a step forward, and I got a clear view of his entire appearance. His broad shoulders were illuminated by the orange glow of the streetlights, as if surrounded by an aura. His messy bangs floated across his forehead, with a few strands scattered across the bridge of his nose. Hao Ze An's nose was not flat like those typical of Eastern people; the curve of his nasal bone was like a sharp mountain ridge. His eyelashes were long and thick, paired with the classic sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes of an Eastern handsome man. Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of mixed blood in his features.

  When Hao Ze'an's gaze fell on me, I clearly felt that between breaths, his aura had softened, soft like a warm and gentle light.

  At this moment, I worried about Hua Jingyan.

  Hao Ze'an is so outstanding and shining brightly.

  What's most frightening is that he is so hypocritical, hypocritical to the point of being natural, making people feel not even a bit artificial.

  "Hello, I'm Hao Ze'an." Hao Ze'an extended his hand to me, his Apollo-like handsome face bearing a kind smile, approachable yet with an air of noble detachment.

  As if he were a king and I a commoner, his friendship is a great gift.

  He said I am Hao Ze An, rather than saying my name is Hao Ze An.

  Is it his pride or confidence?

  A faint smile crossed my lips as my gaze fell on his hands. They were a pair of slender and fair hands, with distinct joints and strength.

  "Hao Ze An?" I softly murmured this name, and gently grasped his hand. "Hello."

  My careless response did not anger Hao Ze'an, and a smile still hung on his face.

  I batted my eyelashes, lightly shifted my chin and turned to Han Yooli.

  "Who is he, dear?"

  At this moment, I saw Hao Ze'an narrow his eyes with a hint of danger.