Chapter 63: You Are My Little Underling
Shen Xun grabbed helplessly onto Song Yaoyao’s wrist. “Song Yaoyao, are you f*cken serious?”
He gritted his teeth and parted his lips as his eyelids twitched in pain.
This brat aimed specifically for his face. Didn’t she know to never aim for one’s face?
Holding the advantage, Song Yaoyao looked at him quietly and tilted her head. “Why would I not be serious?”
She gently twisted her wrist and freed herself from Shen Xun’s grip without him noticing how she did it.
After that, another punch fell upon Shen Xun…
Shen Xun gritted his teeth. “If you keep hitting my face, I’m going to be angry!”
Shen Xun knitted his brows and stretched his arm to grab Song Yaoyao. His thoughts were simple: first, he had to subdue her, then they could talk.
He never actually had the intention to fight. If word got out that he bullied a delicate girl who looked like she could be swept away by the wind, he would become a laughing stock.
But who would have guessed, that in the following minute, the amusement in his eyes would be replaced by never-before-seen seriousness?
She was like a slippery little loach that couldn’t be caught,
Moreover, she was very strong; it was impossible for Shen Xun to subdue her…
Huo Ningxi watched and his gaze also became serious.
So it wasn’t by chance?
When Song Yaoyao’s foot came flying toward Shen Xun like it was floating gently across the air, he was knocked against the wall, and he finally gave up.
“Stop, stop, stop! I admit defeat!!”
Shen Xun’s confidence was greatly damaged as he raised his hands and surrendered.
He didn’t hit women, but even if he did, he couldn’t guarantee that he’d be able to beat Song Yaoyao. This realization gave him profound feelings.
Huo Ningxi raised his eyebrows and stared at Shen Xun.
He did not see any reluctance.
Was he being serious?
Song Yaoyao huffed and puffed. A layer of sweat had formed on her forehead and she no longer felt cold.
“You lost fair and square. From now on, you are my little underling,” she said in seriousness as she lifted her head.
Shen Xun held onto his stomach and leaned against the wall. For some reason, he actually found this quite funny. “Who would have known. Classmate Song, were you born with heavenly strength?”
A 1.8m tall boy couldn’t even beat her.
“Don’t forget our bet.”
Huo Ningxi’s doubtful gaze alternated between the two. He still couldn’t believe that Shen Xun had lost.
The more likely reason was that he never wanted to actually fight with Song Yaoyao.
But only one that had experienced being hit by the girl would know how much explosive force was contained in that petite little body.
Moreover, she had an amazingly fast reaction, and she was very persistent and serious. Since she agreed to a fight, then she was determined to win.
Song Yaoyao lifted her feet and started heading upstairs. The fight had caused her to sweat, but now that the cold wind was blowing on her, it was so cold that it made her shiver.
She moved quickly. But just as she passed by Huo Ningxi, he suddenly grabbed onto her wrist.
Huo Ningxi glanced to the side and furrowed his brows. “Song Yaoyao, are you crying?”
Didn’t she win?
Song Yaoyao’s hand retreated into her sleeve. As she sniffed, she brushed his hand away and said dully, “It’s none of your business.”
After saying this, her petite figure quickly disappeared down the corridor.
“Is she crying?” As Shen Xun spoke, the wound on his lips hurt and he hissed in pain. “Shouldn’t I be the one that’s crying?” he asked speechlessly.
Huo Ningxi burst into laughter. “The almighty school bully actually lost to a petite girl. If word got out, wouldn’t that be humiliating?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. Seeing that the rain had lightened a fair bit, he decided not to return to the classroom. Instead, he headed straight down the stairs.
But there was hostility in Shen Xun’s eyes as he laughed casually. “I don’t have as much pride as Young Master Huo. Does it still hurt where you were hit yesterday?”