Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye-Chapter 442 The Childe in the Tang Family Lives Off A Girl 9

Seeing his regrettable look, Wuyou raises her hand to touch his head.

Gungun rubs at her hand. When he just wants to rub a few more times, they hear Zhao Shen shout.

“What the hell! Childe Lang, is that your little princess?”

As soon as Gungun looks up, he sees a chubby kid running fast in the corridor, and she quickly runs into their classroom.

“Brother. Wow...” Sweet Orange looks up in a hazy tearful look. When she finds where Gungun and Wuyou are, and then rushes over, “Sister... Sister... Quickly go and save... Save An’an...”

Wuyou picks her up and walks out, and Gungun follows with a serious expression. 𝗳𝔯𝙚e𝒘e𝚋𝘯𝚘ν𝙚l.𝑐o𝙢

“What are you going to do?” Zhao Shen sees Zhang Li running out hurriedly and pulls her.

Zhang Li stamps, “There must be something wrong. Go to help, fool!”

“Oh!” Zhao Shen hurries to follow her.

The Caesar campus is larger than that of Yanjing University. From the high school to the elementary school, a large playground has to be bypassed, and there is a shadowy path filled with willow trees. Thinking of Sweet Orange running so far alone and crying over, Gungun has already boiled with anger.

“Xing Ailin asked An’an to teach her math. When An’an was unwilling, she cried. She said that An’an had bullied her, and then when the class was over, her brother came and called An’an out. I saw them throw An’an’s book. Woo woo woo...”

Wuyou hugs her and pats her back to soothe her, and then she says, “Don’t cry. I will go to protect An’an.”

“Did Xing Ailin bully you at ordinary times?” Gungun asks.

Sweet Orange complains while sobbing, “She didn’t... But I don’t like her because she always says something against me!”

“I will scare her to avenge you later!” Gungun says solemnly.

But Sweet Orange lies prone in Wuyou’s arms. Compared with her brother who usually looks as frivolous as her uncle, she trusts her elder sister who is a skilled fighter better.

“If someone bullies you in the future, tell me as soon as possible.” Gungun doesn’t know that he has been rejected by his younger sister, “Or tell the teacher. Do you know?”

They run to the door of the twins’ class and see the little An’an standing against the wall under the back window. Three or four junior high school students surround him, and the middle student waves a book in his hand.

“What do you want to do?” The cold voice startles those students,

Sweet Orange comes down from Wuyou and runs to An’an to hug him.

“An’an, are you okay? Don’t be afraid! Sister will beat them.”

Those junior high school students haven’t spoken yet. A gust of wind is blowing in their ears. Wuyou’s fist is only a centimeter from their faces.

“Wait... Wait a second!” The junior high school student with the book in his hand jumps up, “Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding!”

Gungun holds up An’an and checks his situation, “Did they hit you?”

“No.” An’an glances at the frightened junior high school students.

“Did they throw your book?” Gungun asks again.

“No, he didn’t take the book well and dropped it himself.”

Gungun is speechless.

“Sister... Sister!” One of the junior high school students says in a hurry, “I... We didn’t bully him. We just talk... Talk!”

Wuyou’s eyes flash across the faces of the junior high school students. Those teenagers shiver and their legs are soft.

Mom, please save me! So terrible! Trembling...

“Do you know my brother?” Wuyou asks.

“No... We don’t know.”

“If you don’t know him, what did you want to talk about?”

Wuyou raises one junior high school student with one hand, “Bulling a child aged 6 or 7 years old, do you deserve to be called a man?”

“...” Sister, I’m a boy not a man. Woo woo woo... Teacher, please save me.

The one next to him finally can’t help crying loudly, “Sister... Sister, we really didn’t bully him. We just wanted to ask him if he could help... Help Xing Zhiheng’s sister learn.”

Sweet Orange pulls a long face to shout at them, “You are lying! I saw you remove An’an’s book and hit him with it!”

“We really didn’t!” Xing Zhiheng is almost scared to pee for he has been raised into the air by Wuyou, “It... It was him that accidentally dropped the book by himself. I picked it up and wanted to give it to him. Who knew that he didn’t move or take it...”

Gungun is silent for a while because he believes such a saying.

Because An’an has a morbid fear of getting dirty. It will be impossible for him to take the book which has been dropped onto the ground. It is really impossible anyway.

“An’an, they really didn’t hit you, did they?” Sweet Orange turns her head and asks An’an.

An’an keeps staring at his book at the moment. It seems no longer dirty because it has been wiped clean by the junior high school students.

“No.” He stretches out his hand.

Xing Zhiheng quickly hands him the book, and Wuyou puts him down, “My younger brother is not a teacher and has no obligation to help your younger sister learn.”

“Yes, yes, we know that we are wrong.” Xing Zhiheng cries to say, “I will never dare to do so again.”

Gungun appears with a smile on his face, “It turned out to be a misunderstanding! Then it is okay to make it clear. You guys also have responsibility. Why did so many people come to talk about it with him? You scared my younger sister to think that it was school violence.”

After being scared by Wuyou who is awful, the junior high school students are stunned when they see Gungun’s smile.

“Really... Really beautiful!” Xing Zhiheng says stupidly.

Gungun twitches the corner of his mouth secretly and continues to say with a smile, “Do you know Caesar’s rules?”

“Know... We know!” The junior high school students collectively sink into the beautiful smile and shout in unison, “We can’t make trouble for students of other grades. We can’t fight and go back to complain to our parents after losing!”

Gungun nods, “Very good. I am very pleased to have junior fellow students like you! Then pay attention next time. Don’t casually run to the elementary school. Do you know?”

“Senior, we see!”

Then the three junior high school students walk away, hand in hand, bouncing and vivacious.

Zhang Li, who watches all the course not far away thinks: ‘Ha ha ha ha...’

“An’an.” Wuyou squats down and stares at An’an horizontally, “You should tell Sweet Orange next time if there is no danger. She ran so far today to find us. What if there was danger on the road?”

Although there will not be big danger in the school, but it is not good to fall or hit something. Wuyou seriously looks at An’an, showing that she is not kidding, nor discussing with him, but requires him to do so.

“I see.” An’an nods obediently.

Gungun winks the corner of his mouth. An’an, the scheming kid, even occasionally played a trick to Tang Duo in recent years. Among all the family members, he only fears Lang Ruoxian and Wuyou. He fears Lang Ruoxian because Lang Ruoxian the devil is more scheming than him. As for Wuyou...

Probably because he still wants to stay alive!

Wuyou takes Sweet Orange to wash her face, and then sends the two little children back to the classroom. The girl in front of Sweet Orange sees them and is scared to lie prone on the table without moving. Then Gungun walks over.

“Girl.” He squats and lowers his voice.

Xing Ailin carefully turns to look, and Gungun looks at her with a smile.

Xing Ailin stares in awe, her eyes being wide open.

Then she hears this handsome brother say with a smile, “If you displease Lang Sese again in the future, I will cut off all your hair.”

“...” Xing Ailin stands up suddenly.

Gungun also stands up and continues to say with a smile, “Children should attach importance to comity and fraternity!”

Then he turns and pulls Wuyou away.

A few seconds later, crying of terror comes from the classroom.

“God!” Zhao Shen is startled, “Why is she crying again? Do children make so much noise?”

After returning to their own classroom, Zhang Li secretly asks Gungun, “What did you say to the little girl that made her cry?”

“Do you want to know?” Gungun raises an eyebrow.

Zhang Li hesitates for a while, and always feels that she will bring disgrace on her own head by keeping asking, but her curiosity makes her unable to resist, “I want to know...”

“I won’t tell you!”

Zhang Li is speechless.

In the last class in the afternoon, the teacher asks the students to select class cadres. She has chosen the monitor. It is Zhao Qingyu.

“Zhao Qingyu, send the list to my office after class.”

Zhao Qingyu takes a small notebook and stands on the podium, “Don’t quarrel. You can recommend others or choose yourself!”

She peeks at the right corner of the classroom and gets up the courage to ask, “Lang Xuanyuan, do you want to be the class commissary in charge of studies?”

“Did you make a mistake, monitor?” Yuan Yiming kicks up a fuss, “Childe Lang just scores 60. You let him be the class commissary in charge of studies?”

Ha ha ha ha ha! The whole class laugh.

Zhao Qingyu blushes and shouts, “You can’t say that. Score is not the only criterion for testing a person’s ability.”

“Then I want to be the class commissary in charge of entertainment!” Li Xin says suddenly, “Do you have any opinions?”

Cao Hui’er pouts, “I also want to be the class commissary in charge of entertainment.”

“I can play the piano and am good at Latin dance. What can you do?” Li Xin asks her with a smile.

“I can also play the piano. Besides, I can play the violin!” Cao Hui’er pouts, “I am good at singing, professional level.”

Li Xin snorts, “I can sing, too!”

Zhao Qingyu’s eyes flash, “So let’s compete fairly, OK? Is there any other classmates who want to be the class commissary in charge of entertainment?”

No one raises his hand. Zhao Qingyu simply asks, “Lang Wuyou, do you want to compete? Do you have any talents?”

“I am not interested.” Wuyou glances at her.

Yang Yueli’s voice comes from behind, “Lang Wuyou has no talent, right? How can she compete for the class commissary in charge of entertainment?”

“That’s really a pity.” Zhao Qingyu says with a pitiful look, “Sorry, then Li Xin and Cao Hui’er will compete!”

Zhang Li rolls her eyes very hard, “I say, monitor, do you know how to speak Chinese? Haven’t you learned grammar? What did you mean when saying sorry? It seemed that Wuyou really wanted to be.”

“That’s it!” Zhao Shen also yells, “Wuyou didn’t say that she wanted to be the class commissary in charge of entertainment. You said it yourself.”

Zhao Qingyu’s expression immediately changes, tears filling her eyes, “I... I don’t mean that... I...”

“I say, Zhao Shen, you are a boy. Why do you bully a little girl?” Some male student defend Zhao Qingyu against an injustice, “That’s not what the monitor meant.”

“Stupid boy, are you brainless?” Zhao Shen sneers, “When you see the girl crying, your legs become soft? You should ask the monitor, will she appreciate your kindness? Will she value you?”

“What the hell do you mean?

“I mean nothing.”

“What the hell did you scold?”

Zhao Qingyu almost cries and hurriedly persuades, “Don’t quarrel! Don’t quarrel!”

No one cares about her. Zhao Qingyu sees Gungun lying on Wuyou’s shoulder and whispering something. She grits her teeth and shouts, “Wuyou, please let them stop quarreling. Please don’t affect the unity because of you!”