Villain Young Master Doesn't Want to Fall in Love with the Cute Domineering Female Lead

"Huh? Wait, President, are you saying...?"

Nan Qingshui, suddenly realizing, widened her eyes and looked at Su Qian.

Could it be that the President was planning to...

"Who knows... maybe it was just a whim..."

Su Qian flashed a charming smile. It was just an idea that crossed her mind.

After all, the student council of Huihuangxing Academy wasn't something just anyone could join.

Moreover, the reason she had this idea wasn't solely because of Wu Liang.

"That girl... it's been a full year since she last contacted me."

Su Qian murmured softly. Her once closest sister had now become Wu Liang's rumored girlfriend.

She really didn't know whether to be angry or happy about this. After all, she could no longer be called the other party's best friend.

Su Qian wanted to mend this lost relationship, which was why she needed Wu Liang's assistance.

After all, in this academy, the only person who could make that child genuinely care was Wu Liang.

Chapter 58: Young Master Wu Liang Doesn't Want to Run Long Distance

"Why aren't you going back and just following me?"

Wu Liang asked Ning Shuang, who was trailing behind him, confused.

Ever since they left the rooftop, this person had been following him. When did he get a stalker?

"If I go back, I'll just be studying. It's better to wander around outside. Besides, why aren't you going back?"

Ning Shuang said with her hands behind her head, bored, occasionally pouting her lips with a dissatisfied look at Wu Liang's face.

Did this Wu Liang really not see it, or was he pretending not to see? He had no reaction to the fox mask on her face at all?

Didn't the old Wu Liang always show great interest in her true appearance? Why was today's Wu Liang so calm?

"My class this period is Coach Xing's physical education."

Wu Liang rolled his eyes at Ning Shuang. To be honest, PE class was very painful for a shut-in like him.

Especially the 1200-meter run in Huihuangxing Academy's physical fitness test. That was enough to make those pampered young masters and ladies cry for their mothers.

"Then you're in for a tough time..."

Ning Shuang immediately found it amusing upon hearing this. It was Coach Yuwen Xing's PE class again.

If she remembered correctly, that guy really liked to have students do long-distance running training.

The old Wu Liang had gone to great lengths to avoid that so-called long-distance run. (Although he was eventually caught by Yuwen Xing for some "loving discipline.")

"You're not following me on purpose to watch me make a fool of myself, are you?"

Wu Liang sighed as he looked at his classmates who had already started their long-distance run in the distance. He had returned at just the right time.

"I'll cheer you on, just don't die too miserably."

Ning Shuang walked with Wu Liang to the sports field. She grinned as she looked at the boys lying on the grass, seemingly unconscious, not far away.

It seemed like there would be some entertainment today. However, she was a little curious that Wu Liang didn't have any intention of slipping away.

If it were the old Wu Liang, she was afraid she wouldn't even see a shadow of him, let alone him coming to the sports field.

"Then you'll probably be disappointed."

Wu Liang sneered a few times. He truly wasn't afraid of this so-called 1200-meter long-distance run anymore.

Not to mention this mere 1200 meters, even if it were 12,000 meters, he felt an inexplicable confidence. The source of this confidence was his current bizarre body.

Wu Liang had discovered when he was dealing with the thugs in the alley that the explosive power and endurance of his current body far surpassed that of ordinary people.

He had a feeling that if a brawl like the one before happened again, he could even boastfully shout, "I can fight a hundred!"

Although he didn't know why this body had become like this, overall, it wasn't a bad thing.

"Oh, I hope you're as strong as you say. Don't come crying to me later."

Ning Shuang jogged ahead, saying with a smile, then quickly ran to the spectator stands and found a seat.

She pulled out two or three bags of potato chips and a large bottle of soda from under her skirt. Ning Shuang gave a thumbs-up.

"Where did that guy pull the snacks from?"

Wu Liang was slightly stunned by Ning Shuang's mysterious action.

He had heard of drawing a sword from under a skirt, drawing a gun from under a skirt, and even drawing a missile from under a skirt.

But this was the first time he had seen someone pull out so many snacks from under their skirt. So, Ning Shuang's skirt was also a four-dimensional pocket?

"Wu Liang! Why are you still spacing out there, kid? Hurry up and gather. The next group is you! Don't think about slacking off!"

A rough roar pulled Wu Liang back to reality. Looking at the middle-aged man with his arms crossed, looking at him with dissatisfaction in the distance, Wu Liang raised his hands in surrender.

He was only ten minutes late, and Yuwen Xing was being a bit too serious.

"You're late, you brat."

Yuwen Xing frowned, looking at Wu Liang's lazy demeanor. The downturned mustache on his lips twitched, making him look rather comical.

He had only given Wu Liang fifteen minutes earlier, but the brat had dragged it out to half an hour.

What, was he not taking him seriously? Wu Liang, that brat, shouldn't think he'd go soft just because he changed his hairstyle and looked better.

"It's already incredibly difficult for me, a frail man with many illnesses, to carry classmate Nan Zhu back. Do you think I'm Hercules, the god of strength, Teacher?"

Wu Liang walked up to Yuwen Xing, rubbing his "slender" arms with a troubled expression.

He actually didn't dislike Yuwen Xing. Yuwen Xing was a very straightforward person; he said what he meant and didn't play any dirty tricks.

Although the man's appearance was a bit fierce, Yuwen Xing was very caring towards his students. (Except for Wu Liang.)

"Oh, come on. Aren't you, classmate Wu Liang, capable of fighting ten people at once?"

Yuwen Xing sneered as he glanced at Wu Liang.

With Wu Liang's height of over 1.8 meters, plus his solid muscles, just standing there...

You call yourself a sickly person with poor health? No one would believe a word you said.

"You flatter me, Teacher, you flatter me."

Wu Liang smiled humbly, then shifted his gaze to Rat, who was in the same group as him.

Seeing Rat's pale, pained expression, Wu Liang smacked his lips.

It seems the physical fitness of today's young people is really not good. A mere 1200-meter run has them scared like this. (Rat: Your statement is going to cause public outrage.)

"You glib, brat. Alright, hurry up and get ready. If you don't warm up properly, you might just suffocate!"

Yuwen Xing slapped Wu Liang on the back. However, the pain that shot up his hand made Yuwen Xing gasp involuntarily.

He stared blankly at his now red palm, a tingling sensation spreading from his palm causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

What the heck? How could this kid's body be as hard as a rock? He actually hurt his hand.

"Boss! What are you doing here? I thought you'd already slipped away."

Rat was stunned when Wu Liang suddenly walked up to him.

Hadn't Boss just slipped away? Why had he suddenly run back?

And Boss actually came to participate in this so-called long-distance run? Seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

"I'm afraid I'll have to repeat the year if I don't participate. If Yuwen Xing puts me on his blacklist, won't I be miserable?"

Wu Liang cracked his arms, stretching his body. But speaking of which, he had never actually run a 1200-meter race before.

At least, in his previous life, he hadn't exercised much since graduating from university.

"Uh, that... it's not that I'm saying this, but Boss, is your body really okay?"

Rat couldn't help but recall Wu Liang's usual expression of near-death after finishing a long-distance run.

While it was true that Boss had explosive bursts of energy, he just wasn't very sustainable...

Chapter 59: Young Master Wu Liang's Astonishment

The previously noisy sports field was now so silent that the sound of a falling needle could be heard clearly.

The students who were warming up all stopped what they were doing and looked at the group of people on the outer track.

To be precise, they were looking at one male student who was sprinting at high speed.

Not only the students, but the physical education teachers were also staring dumbfoundedly at the figure rapidly weaving across the track.

Especially those from Class 5 of the second year, who had already finished the race and were lying on the ground like dead dogs, gasping for air.

Upon seeing the familiar figure, everyone sat up and stared blankly into the distance.

"My heavens..."

The most shocked was Yuwen Xing himself. His eyes were wide like a bull's.

Had this kid taken the wrong medicine or what? Who starts a 1200-meter race at full sprint from the beginning??

Starting with a sprint would only accelerate energy consumption, depleting stamina instantly. How could he possibly finish the race?

"But that brat Wu Liang... he's been sprinting at that speed for almost a minute now..."

Yuwen Xing swallowed hard, his hand holding the stopwatch trembling slightly, sweat beading on his palm.

Watching the numbers on the stopwatch tick by, Yuwen Xing's heart raced along with the changing digits.

Where was the usual little rascal today? Had Wu Liang taken drugs?

But even with drugs, he shouldn't be this fierce. This, this... if he keeps up this speed...

"Is this even human?"

The boys sitting on the ground stared blankly at Wu Liang, who was sprinting at full speed like a perpetual motion machine.

This was already beyond the physical capabilities of a high school student, wasn't it? Was he a Super Saiyan??

"Look when Wu Liang runs, the muscle definition on his body is so clear."

"It really is... I never noticed that Wu Liang was that kind of lean, handsome guy..."

"Wu Liang hasn't looked like a hooligan since he was discharged from the hospital. If it were the current Wu Liang... I could..."

Compared to the boys' rational analysis of Wu Liang, the girls' focus was clearly less practical.

Instead, their gazes were entirely fixed on Wu Liang's handsome face and his streamlined muscle lines.

This was the first time they had observed Wu Liang so seriously, and also the first time they had been so captivated by him.

Although they had already witnessed Wu Liang's god-like appearance before, they never imagined that Wu Liang's physique would be so impressive.

"Mmm... If Wu Liang has truly reformed... I suppose I could reluctantly be his girlfriend..."

A cute girl, blushing and rubbing her calf, shyly gazed at Wu Liang's retreating back.

"I think you're dreaming!"

A girl close to her gave her friend a side-eye.

If her own sister could get together with Wu Liang, it would be like a female cow flying on an airplane – incredibly amazing.

"Exactly, exactly! Don't be greedy and try to keep him all to yourself! Classmate Wu Liang belongs to everyone!"

The girls, who had somehow gathered together and were chattering about Wu Liang, spoke in unison.

Now, Wu Liang was tens, even hundreds, of times better in terms of looks, physique, and personality than before.

Furthermore, even though Wu Liang's past behavior was bad, it hadn't really affected them, which had led to a portion of the female students becoming Wu Liang's fans.

"Boss... what's gotten into him..."

He dragged his legs, which felt as heavy as lead, across the track.