Chapter 91
To tell the truth, he had disliked these boys for a long time. He just took advantage of this opportunity to teach them a lesson, to tell these students how cruel the real world was.
"Run!"
Just as Ye Fei was ready to fight them, Zhong Mei tightly grabbed his hand and ran for the door.
Ye Fei hesitated for a moment, but seeing her panic, he didn't struggle, and ran with her. He quickly overtook her, so that he was the one pulling her.
"The b.a.s.t.a.r.d is getting away!"
"Is he a man? Who runs away without a fight?"
Three of Lu Xueman's followers looked at each other and rushed together after Ye Fei.
However, he noticed them and, when they were about ten meters away, suddenly grabbed two dinner plates from a table and threw them at them.
The plates spun in the air like flying saucers and clonked two of the boys right between the eyes, sending them to the floor. The third stumbled over his friends and fell over as well.
Lu Xueman screamed in horror as leftover gravy splashed onto her head and her expensively dyed hair got wet. Her expression changed to pure outrage.
In the confusion, Ye Fei already pulled Zhong Mei out the door, and the students could only look at his back as he got away.
Around the campus were well-groomed, tree-lined avenues and many small gardens. On the surface of the small man-made ponds bloomed pale, pink lotuses.
Ye Fei held Zhong Mei's hand tightly and ran on the gravel path toward a small garden. Seeing no one chasing them, they stopped in a pavilion.
Zhong Mei's forehead was covered with sweat and tears sparkled in her eyes, but on her ugly face was a wide smile.
Yes, it was indeed a smile.
It was the first time that Zhong Mei had been so happy since her father died.
At the same time, this feeling made her want to wail.
However, the more she wanted to cry, the more she wanted to laugh!
She remembered how, when her dad was dying, he would stroke her face and tell her she had to live happily.
Zhong Mei had tried her best, but… she couldn't do it.
"Are you okay?"
Ye Fei looked at her strangely. She was crying and laughing at the same
Zhong Mei was a young girl. She should have been innocent and cute, but in this girl's eyes there was too much coldness and indifference. She seemed to have suffered much bitterness.
This kind of thing was called evil!
Everyone had evil thoughts in their hearts, which always showed up when they were not wanted.
Disgust, humiliation, abuse, ridicule!
The evil thoughts people recklessly poured out onto this young girl made Ye Fei uncontrollably sullen.
And also... feel the camaraderie and sympathy that similarly afflicted people have for each other.
Ye Fei too had suffered much more bitterness than most.
"No... I'm fine, I just haven't had a good run for a long time," Zhong Mei smiled, wiping the tears in her eyes. She sat on a stone chair inside the pavilion, watching the bright golden light fall on the pond and enjoying the sparkling, beautiful scenery. She slowly calmed down.
"Beautiful, too beautiful!" Ye Fei blurted out.
"Beautiful..." Zhong Mei said with a wry smile, "Yes, the scenery here is quite beautiful."
Zhong Mei was going to stand up and go, so that her ugliness wouldn't tarnish the beautiful scenery.
"Don't move! This angle is perfect, it's too beautiful!"
Ye Fei looked around and saw a drawing board inside Zhong Mei's bag. Seems she had been to cla.s.s that day.
"I'll draw you a picture. I am not so good at drawing, so I hope the star student of the art department will correct it for me," he said.
Hearing this, Zhong Mei looked slightly shocked and immediately said in amazement, "You can draw? I thought you were a bodyguard?"
"A bodyguard can't draw? Besides, I am not an ordinary bodyguard. I used to be a soldier, a sniper in the army," he winked.
Zhong Mei was even more surprised. "A soldier... A sniper? So? You should not be able to draw."
Ye Fei sighed helplessly. Civilians really had no clue what the role of a sniper entailed. First they doubted Ye Fei's mathematical ability, and now for some reason he wasn't allowed to draw.
However, Zhong Mei was simply curious and bore no ill will.
"I can't blame you for thinking that. Most people wouldn't see a real sniper in their entire life. Most people think a sniper is like a genius on TV; doesn't learn anything and can do everything from the moment he was born. Of course, I know geniuses like that must exist in this world somewhere. But I'm not a genius."
Ye Fei patiently explained to Zhong Mei, "A professional sniper must have the ability to capture the scene in front of him even if a camera is not available. Therefore, sketching is a skill we must master. I certainly can't compare with you, but please do not underestimate me."
Ye Fei took out Zhong Mei's drawing board and a charcoal pencil.
Because of the birthmark on her face, the things Zhong Mei hated most were mirrors and cameras. Although she was an art major, she never let anyone draw her.
She was hesitant at first, but seeing Ye Fei's intensely focused face, she thought of how selflessly he had helped her and finally made up her mind.
"You can draw me. But after you finish, throw it away. I don't want to see myself."