The Black-Bellied Young Master's Forced Love

  Time is slowly passing by, and before I know it, it's almost time for school to let out.

  At this time, "Bang!" The classroom door was roughly knocked open.

  "Hey!! Who?"

  Ouyang Si's face was unsightly as he raised his head, his voice like an icy sword that pierced the person mercilessly.

  "Master Si... Master Si! Something's wrong, something's wrong, hurry!!" Just then, a personal attendant (Shi Hai) rushed in, panting heavily.

  "What's wrong?" Oyas suddenly stood up and asked with a frown.

  "Qǐ nán tā... āi, bú yào shuō le, nǐmen kuài gēn wǒ lái!!!" He said, then grabbed the standing Ouyang and ran out.

  Jin Yuzhe and Xiao You saw that things were not going well, so they immediately followed him out.

  "Moto?" Oyasu bent over, panting heavily, gazing at the bar in front of them that they often came to.

  "Ah, inside... ...quickly!" Xia Hai pointed inside, panting and saying.

  They felt that something must have happened inside, and their faces became increasingly unsightly.

  Ouyang Si rushed in anxiously with her head covered, but was stunned by everything before her eyes.

  It was unbelievable, really unbelievable, that the person standing in front of him was actually the most important person who had disappeared for five years.

  Ouyang Si stared blankly at the petite woman in front of him, who was still as exquisite and flawless as ever.

  "Has she really come back?" Euras's deep eyes were filled with either surprise or doubt.

  Five years have passed, and her beauty seems to have never been intentionally adorned, yet it always inadvertently moves everyone's heart.

  The girl with no strength to truss a chicken heard some unusual noises, slowly raised her head, and her bright eyes like water revealed a thread of unnatural tension and fear.

  She gazed at Oyas who had just rushed in, his skin as white and clear as jade, his facial features delicate to the extreme, his facial outline distinct, his straight nose bridge outlining an arrogant temperament.

  But in his deep and bottomless eyes, a cold aura was constantly emanating, and Ke Er sensed a hint of unintentional worry between his stern eyebrows.

  The girl's bright eyes had a faint sense of relief, and the fear on her face was slowly dissipating. Under her neat nose, her pink lips curved into a perfectly charming arc.

  Her faint smile made Oyas's expression lose its soul once again.

  "Ah, you're here!" Qinan, who was leaning against the wall, shouted at Si.

  At this time, some lost Eulas suddenly woke up a lot, staring at the tense atmosphere with fierce eyes.

  Ouyang Ke saw his beloved woman being tightly grasped by someone else, and unprecedented anger suddenly erupted.

  "Let her go!" Oyas's warning was chilling to the bone, and the people around him couldn't help but tremble all over.

  Rather than a warning, it's more like an order, an order with danger attached to it.

  The man with a scar above his left eyebrow turned around to gaze at Eurus's manic grin, but his trembling body betrayed him.

  "What the...?! Where did this stinky little brat come from, daring to cause trouble here? Ignorant guy!" The small brother beside him trembled and went over to whisper something in the man's ear, after which the man's face turned greener and greener.

  Ouyang's face turned even uglier, his tightly clenched jaw revealing a cold and ferocious aura.

  "Is this guy ignorant?" At that moment, he was like a ferocious lion about to devour people, causing the entire audience to shudder.

  "I should have let you know who's the ignorant one earlier!" Oyas shouted in anger, then threw a heavy punch at the person in front of him.

  "Ah!" He was hit by Oyas's fierce punch and rolled miserably to the corner of the wall, crying out in pain.

  At this time, Qinan also broke free from his restraints and rushed to Yasu's side along with Yuze and Xiaoyou.

  Facing an enemy several dozen times their own number, with many of them holding weapons in hand, yet they showed not the slightest fear. With clenched fists and a resolute expression, they fought on, casting aside all concern for their lives.

  In less than a few minutes, all the so-called big shots were holding their heads in pain and wailing, begging for mercy.

  However, the four of them were not much better off either. After all, it's not easy for one person to take on dozens of others. Their clothes were tattered and hung loosely on their bodies, with fresh red gashes from clubs and fists visible on their skin, a pitiful sight to behold.