The only students who often came here at this time were him and Ning Shuang.
This fenced-off corner had become Wu Liang and Ning Shuang's favorite place to rest.
"Huh? You actually got played too? Who could possibly be that capable?"
Ning Shuang reached out and pushed back the premium cigarette Wu Liang offered her. This guy's taste was still as bad as ever.
Couldn't he smoke something decent? She really didn't know what was so appealing about that kind of cigarette.
"You want to know?"
Seeing Ning Shuang refuse, Wu Liang stopped pressing the issue and pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
He fumbled around for his lighter, only to remember that he had left it on Nan Zhu's desk earlier.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Wu Liang shoved both hands into his pockets and looked toward the distant field.
"Don't smoke that stuff. Try mine."
Ning Shuang looked at Wu Liang's profile, then suddenly snatched the cigarette from his mouth.
She selected a slim cigarette with pink trim from an exquisite case and roughly shoved it between Wu Liang's lips.
"Here, try it."
She then took out something resembling a tube of lip balm and held it near Wu Liang's mouth, pressing down with her thumb.
With a click, a wisp of bluish-purple flame instantly lit the cigarette.
"Hm? Your cigarettes don't have nicotine?"
Wu Liang held the cigarette in his hand and looked strangely at Ning Shuang beside him.
He couldn't smell the scent of nicotine from it. Had the cigarettes Ning Shuang smoked always been this kind?
"What? You're only realizing that now? Did you think everyone was an old chain-smoker like you?"
Ning Shuang found Wu Liang's odd expression rather amusing.
Had Wu Liang really failed to notice after being around her for so long?
"What's the point of smoking if there's no nicotine?"
Wu Liang examined the cigarette in his hand for a long while, then took another deep drag.
There truly was no distinctive nicotine scent, only a refreshing yet soothing aroma.
It was much milder than mint, yet without the cloying softness of women's cigarettes.
Strictly speaking, it couldn't even be called a cigarette. In Wu Liang's opinion, cigarettes without nicotine had no soul.
"What, you don't like it?"
Ning Shuang hopped behind Wu Liang and patted him on the back.
Guys probably really didn't like this type of cigarette.
"It doesn't even compare to premium cigarettes. It doesn't have nicotine. This is just a child's toy."
Wu Liang flicked off some ash, took a hard drag, then tossed the butt to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot.
Yeah, he felt nothing. It wasn't his type.
"But it isn't especially bad."
Wu Liang added that afterward. Overall, it wasn't too bad.
That refreshing sensation cleared his mind considerably, freeing him from the stifling mood from before.
"You still haven't answered my question. Who pissed you off?"
Ning Shuang touched the mask on her face, walked to the side, leaned against the railing, and stretched her body forcefully.
Her graceful curves were drawn taut like a longbow, while the pair of soft peaks that nearly seemed ready to burst forth stretched her shirt tight.
It had to be said that Ning Shuang had an amazing figure, perhaps the best among all the girls Wu Liang had seen since coming to this world.
Even the voluptuous Milutin and Su Qian couldn't compare to Ning Shuang, especially her long legs and ample breasts, which always made Wu Liang unable to resist taking a few extra glances.
Sometimes, Wu Liang even wondered whether Ning Shuang was deliberately teasing him.
"The student council president, Su Qian."
Wu Liang snorted irritably. He still owed Su Qian one favor.
Who knew what bizarre, nonsensical conditions that woman would demand from him.
If he'd known, he might as well have arranged for Yao Shi and the others to help him look into those female leads...
Forget it. The instant that thought arose, Wu Liang dismissed it.
He didn't want Yao Shi or his other subordinates to know that he was secretly investigating those female leads.
If Yao Shi found out, it would only cause even more trouble. He wasn't stupid enough for that.
This was a game to begin with, and he was a player. Exploring this sort of thing himself was more interesting.
"Ah... Su Qian..."
Upon hearing Su Qian's name, Ning Shuang was clearly stunned for a moment, surprise appearing on her pretty face beneath the mask.
Wu Liang had actually come into contact with Su Qian? She had thought they wouldn't interact at all before Su Qian graduated.
"What is it? You know Su Qian?"
Ning Shuang's reaction made it seem like she knew Su Qian.
Leaning against the railing, Wu Liang asked curiously. In the game, were Ning Shuang and Su Qian acquaintances? It didn't seem like they were, did it?
"Huh? No, I don't know her. How could I know the student council president? I'm just curious how she offended you."
"I thought you two belonged to completely different worlds."
Ning Shuang hurriedly took several steps back, trying to cover up her embarrassment with vague excuses.
"Something special happened. For the time being, I need to do some things for that woman."
Wu Liang shrugged. The moment Su Qian was mentioned, the image of her emerging from the bath surfaced in his mind.
Especially her seductive appearance wrapped in a bathrobe—it was branded into his heart like a hot iron.
"Demons and monsters, get the hell away."
Wu Liang hurriedly shook his head, driving Su Qian's image from his mind.
He had no desire to be toyed with by that cunning woman.
If he got sucked in, he might not even know how he died.
"Did she get some leverage on you?"
After thinking for a while, Ning Shuang quietly asked Wu Liang.
If Su Qian really had some dirt on Wu Liang, it would be very difficult for him to break free.
Why had Su Qian suddenly come into contact with Wu Liang?
Was it because of her? No, that wasn't right. How could Su Qian possibly still care about her...
Su Qian, the Student Council President's Melancholy
Inside the student council room, Nan Qingshui moved all the files to one side. After organizing the documents in her hands, she looked at Su Qian, who was changing clothes.
Remembering how Su Qian had been wearing only a bathrobe earlier, Nan Qingshui covered her forehead and sighed helplessly.
"What is it? You look so troubled. Don't tell me you're still bothered by what happened earlier."
With both hands behind her back, Su Qian fastened her buttons, then lifted her skirt and pulled up her black stockings.
Su Qian tugged lightly at the edge of her stockings twice, feeling them against her thighs. Mm, these gossamer-thin stockings really were a little uncomfortable.
"Senior, why did you talk to Wu Liang and the others dressed like that earlier? They saw everything."
Nan Qingshui put down the files in her hands, pouting unhappily at Su Qian.
Her senior was rather bold and open-minded, but she had never acted like that in front of unfamiliar boys.
What had gotten into her senior today? Hadn't she heard the rumors about Wu Liang?
"You took all my clothes to be washed. Did I have anything else to wear?"
Su Qian spread her hands innocently. Qingshui had been the one who insisted on sending her stained uniform to the dry cleaners.
So how had it suddenly become Su Qian's fault? She hadn't had any other clothes to wear at the time, so wasn't a bathrobe her only option?
"I won't argue with you... I couldn't win anyway..."
Nan Qingshui walked over to the sofa and sat down as if sulking.
"Aren't you going to explain Nan Zhu to me?"
Wearing her little leather shoes, Su Qian turned around on the spot, admiring her perfect reflection in the mirror.
Her gaze fell on Nan Qingshui. That transfer student named Nan Zhu was actually Qingshui's older brother, yet Qingshui had never mentioned it to her.
"What is there to explain about my brother? Why don't you tell me about Wu Liang instead?"
Nan Qingshui shrugged and turned her head aside.
"You little brat."
Su Qian let out a soft laugh. Qingshui really was adorable.
"Fine, fine, we won't talk about your brother. Let's talk about Wu Liang instead."
"I heard that you've already had some contact with Wu Liang before. Can you tell me what kind of person he is?"
Su Qian smiled helplessly at Nan Qingshui's agitated reaction.
"Wu Liang... I think he's a pretty decent person, at least not as outrageous as the rumors make him sound."
"Though there have been rumors lately that a shot put hit him in the head and made him abnormal."
As she spoke about Wu Liang, Nan Qingshui rested her chin on a cushion and spoke softly.
The current Wu Liang wasn't as violent as the rumors claimed, nor was he some bastardly villain.
Wu Liang gave her the impression of being somewhat cold and lonely, like an ordinary person lacking friends.
"So getting hit on the head made him come to his senses..."
Su Qian smiled and raised an eyebrow. She knew that man had been hospitalized after being hit in the head before.
But for him to become the way he was now because of a blow to the head—that was a little too novel-like.
"President, why did Wu Liang ask you for student records?"
Once Wu Liang came up, Nan Qingshui grew curious as well. Why had that guy suddenly wanted such things?
"I don't know either. With Wu Liang's strength and background, it would be very easy for him to learn about certain students."
Su Qian held her chin and thought silently. She couldn't guess Wu Liang's intentions either.
It would clearly be more convenient to have the subordinates around him investigate. He probably had some secret he couldn't let others know about.
"So you agreed?"
Actually, Nan Qingshui had a very good impression of Wu Liang.
Not only had he saved her brother, but he had also patiently taken her on a tour of the academy. Judging from those two things alone, Wu Liang was indeed a friend worth making.
"Yes, I agreed, but I gave him a condition as well."
"Speaking of which, Qingshui, don't you think our student council has been rather quiet lately?"
Suddenly shifting the topic to the student council, Su Qian looked around the spacious room.
The student council currently had only six members, and two of them were often absent. The entire student council felt lifeless, without any sense of activity.
"Yeah. Ever since those two seniors stopped coming here, hardly anyone comes to the student council anymore."
Nan Qingshui spoke with a lonely expression. The student council was practically becoming a disorganized mess.
Other than Senior Su Qian and herself, the other four rarely came here.
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