Chapter 21: Pretty Boy Group 5+1 (2)
As soon as Mo Xuan Yu left, Wu Ning felt an unusual aura. There was a figure lurking behind her, hiding in the nearby bushes, making some small movements that caused the shrubs to rustle.
With just this little trick, you still have the nerve to learn from others how to tail someone? Wu Xingmo was stifling a laugh, and happened to see a small goose egg-sized stone on the ground below. She slightly lifted her right foot, and with a light kick, the quietly lying stone on the road surface lightly jumped up. When it flew to just below knee height, Wu Xingmo bent her right leg, aiming for the timing, and as soon as she kicked out, the stone was sent flying.
The goose-soft stone statue was given life, it moved in a parabolic trajectory at an extremely fast speed. With just a "slap" sound, the goose-soft stone hit squarely on the head of a certain sneaky ghost, and the person's shadow let out a miserable cry: "Ah——" before falling backwards and tumbling over.
"What are you hiding for?" In an instant, Wu Jingmo had already moved to his side, looking down at him from a high position. Wu Jingmo sized up the boy, with clear eyebrows and eyes, wearing thick-framed glasses like Mo Xuan Yu, looking very gentle and refined.
Just a light blow, and Wǔ Níngmò had only used a fraction of his strength, yet he was left reeling, with a red and swollen forehead. A pale-faced bookworm, who didn't seem to know any martial arts, what did he want from her? Wǔ Níngmò looked at him in surprise, then deliberately put on a fierce expression, lifting one foot onto the edge of a nearby flower pot, and placing one hand on his knee. As he spoke, he lazily swung his leg back and forth: "Brother, who told you to follow me? Do you have some business with me?"
The white-faced student had long been scared stiff, and just as he was crawling up from the ground, he was startled by Wu Xingmo's sudden movement and fell to the ground again. His whole body was trembling: He was Wu Xingmo, a bloodthirsty devil of Class A, who was said to have single-handedly killed over 100 elite assassins of the Dark Organization (the strongest assassin organization in the country) yesterday!
The pale-faced scholar was so nervous that he stuttered, his lips opening and closing, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"Brother classmate took a step forward and gave him the brightest smile in the world: "Classmate, it's okay. Little Dance is just joking with you! Get up..." He stretched out his friendly right paw to the boy on the ground."
It was just a brilliant smile, yet it could be so pure and without any impurities. The little boy on the ground was stunned, he didn't know boys could also smile so beautifully! He stared blankly at his buddy's shoes for a long time before snapping out of it. He lowered his head, blushed, and extended his paw, which his buddy gently pulled, helping him stand up.
If Pudding knew that his simple act of kindness would lead to a crush, he'd rather die than be a good Samaritan! He's always been friendly and approachable, and when he helped the guy brush off dust from his clothes, he was just being his usual self. Little did he know, the guy had fallen head over heels for Pudding...
