Chapter 69: This Is a King!
His sword-shaped brows slanted upward, giving him a heroic air, while his cold, strikingly handsome features and obsidian-bright eyes radiated an unyielding sharpness. His flawless, sculpted face was so perfect it seemed chiseled, exuding an icy aura; within several meters of him, people could not help but shiver. This was a king! There was an almost irresistible urge to bow down to him. His overwhelming presence rendered everyone unable to meet his gaze.
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The moment Zhan Su arrived, silence swallowed the entire scene.
Talented Lin had never imagined she would meet her long-desired Prince Charming so soon; it seemed her suicide attempt had proven quite effective. Overwhelmed with joy, tears streamed down her cheeks, her delicate face streaked with sorrow as she pleaded, “Young Master Zhan…”
Just those two words brimmed with unspoken emotion, circling endlessly, as if they held a thousand sentiments.
Shi Qingqing had no idea what others were thinking, but goosebumps prickled over her arms.
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Zhan Su was merely passing through when he spotted Shi Qingqing in the crowd. Amidst a sea of immaculate, tailored uniforms, she stood out in her T-shirt and jeans, instantly catching his eye.
She was skulking about, a sly grin on her face, up to who knew what mischief…
On a whim, Zhan Su decided to approach.
He overheard someone say they had tried to join the Tea and Talk Society for his sake, only to attempt suicide when they failed! Such antics were nothing new to him.
A look of disdain and mockery curved his lips—women like this were the ones he despised most.
Crowded occasions like this were rare for him; they made him extremely uncomfortable. Yet, for reasons unknown, with Shi Qingqing present, his aversion to women seemed to ease.
In such settings, he could handle himself with composure and no longer felt unbearably uneasy.
“What are you doing?” Zhan Su’s voice was as cold as ice that had lain untouched for years.
The crowd instinctively stepped back, including the tearful Lin.
She quickly set down the razor blade, her face flushed with excitement.
Hidden among the students, Shi Qingqing snuck a glance his way. Today, Zhan Su wore the school’s distinctive long-sleeved uniform: a white shirt embroidered with the academy’s insignia, deep blue trousers, and a diamond-studded leather belt—a subtle display of luxury.
Shi Qingqing couldn’t help but marvel. Who else but Zhan Su could make a school uniform look so stylish and chic?
Damn, beauty truly brings calamity—just look, even girls were driven to suicide for him.
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Lin Jiao began her confession, “Young Master Zhan, I… like you… I’ve thought about you… every day…”
To confess her love to Prince Zhan in person—Lin Jiao felt so ecstatic, she thought her soul might leave her body.
The other onlookers, especially the girls, were equally beside themselves with excitement.
But in Zhan Su’s obsidian eyes, a flicker of impatience passed. Before Lin Jiao could finish, he cut her off coldly, “You like me? On what grounds? Do you know what kind of girl I hate most? Girls like you!”
Lin Jiao was struck as if by lightning on a clear day.
No, impossible.
She had been so devoted, all for Prince Zhan…
How could Prince Zhan…
“No, no, Young Master Zhan, didn’t you come to my class to see me yesterday? How can you be so heartless today?”
Zhan Su paused, slightly taken aback. “See you? Who are you?”
“I’m Lin Jiao! The one who wrote you a ten-thousand-word love letter under the name ‘Talented Lin’ on the forum! Yesterday, when you came to our Class Sixteen to see me, you even broke up a fight between two girls from Class Seventeen, and helped them reconcile. Someone as kind as you could never treat me like this, right?”