Chapter 21: The Pretty Boy Group 5+1③

  "Why are you following us?" Pudding classmate smiled slightly, radiant like sunshine, and her voice was also exceptionally gentle, "Classmate, do you have something on your mind?"

  The young man with a pale face was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly: "Right! Right! Right——"

  The boy blushed and spoke to the girl in a humble tone: "I am the deputy head of the study department, I am here representing our club to invite you, Wu Xingmo, to join our department..."

  The boy kept his head down while speaking, occasionally twisting the hem of his clothes with his hand. Only when he mentioned Wú Níngmò's name did he dare to steal a glance at her. Coincidentally, at this moment, Wú Níngmò raised her head and met his gaze. The boy immediately looked down again, startled, counting the ants on the ground.

  The Study Department? Wu Ningmo looked at the pale-faced boy, had he gone crazy? He actually invited Wu Ningmo to the Study Department? Wasn't this a mistake? Wu Ningmo was a typical 'four limbs developed, brain simple' creature, while the Study Department was for those obedient and diligent students, completely incompatible.

  Wu Ning stepped forward one step, just about to say something. Suddenly, another guy jumped out of the bushes: "Wow, found the target!"

  Wu Nong followed the sound and found that it was exactly the same as the rough voice he had just heard. The owner of the voice was also a rough-looking man with a sturdy build. Of course, it needs to be emphasized again that this "rough" is not referring to his appearance, after all, this is Youwu College, where even an average male student's looks can be considered top-notch. Here, "rough" refers to his physique!

  The guy who suddenly appeared on the road was exceptionally tall and large, his upper body only wore a sports vest, which tightly outlined his powerful abdominal muscles and chest muscles; sleeveless, exposing two strong arms; lower body is shorts, length only to knee; feet only stepped on a pair of simple slippers, comparable to Japanese samurai's wooden clogs.

  A sturdy man's eyes gleamed with an unusual light when he saw Wǔ Níngmò, and he rushed over, grabbing her slender shoulders: "Haha, you're Wǔ Níngmò?"

  Wu Ningmo nodded, unsure if she should trust him or not. She didn't remember knowing the guy in front of her. Then, subconsciously, she tried to push away his thick and sturdy palm: "I'm Wu Ningmo. However, kiddo, you're hurting me!"

  That sturdy guy smiled and said "Sorry!" He released his bear-like grip from Wu Xing's shoulder, suddenly feeling a bit at a loss. He had been staring intently at the notoriously fierce Wu Xing, but she was far different from what he had imagined - she was petite, like a girl, barely reaching his chin.